In Car No. 5, the white-haired old woman who had been sizing up the two mixed-race young men before shook her body out of her stiff state and regained her agility.
Then, she looked at the two empty seats not far away and muttered blankly:
"What... happened to me just now?"
"God, that's weird."
The old woman pinched the bridge of her nose with a distressed look on her face, "It feels very wrong."
She straightened up and looked around.
It was found that all the passengers in the carriage were still sitting normally and there was no abnormality at all.
But the old woman just felt like something was wrong.
Her heart moved, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the two empty seats again.
"I remember that there were people sitting there."
Buzz——
In the dark, she suddenly saw a translucent ripple coming over her.
"Well……"
The old woman's expression froze again, and a strange light flashed in her wide eyes, which gradually disappeared after a while.
She blinked and woke up.
This time, after looking at the two empty seats, the old woman felt no worries at all.
She just felt that she was a little hungry, so she lowered her head and opened the bag, took out a box of pumpkin pie and sipped it.
Just like that, six living people disappeared out of thin air in the three carriages.
In the end, no one noticed or cared.
Bang-dang, bang-dang--
Accompanied by the rumble of the train, the long train drove along the winding track into the dark night.
Inside Car No. 6.
"I didn't expect that old woman's spiritual vision to be so high. She needs to cast the spell repeatedly before she can be manipulated to perceive her."
Randolph murmured lowly, "It would be a pity if her talent was wasted like this."
While feeling emotional, he suddenly thought... there might be a lot of people with mystical talents in this world.
However, due to life circumstances, most people may not be able to discover and demonstrate their talents throughout their lives.
If we could gather all these people together and then conduct a large amount of rigorous and standardized training to train their occult knowledge and their ability to respond to various dangerous things.
Then, wouldn’t it be possible to mass-produce a large number of professional investigators?
The place that currently produces the most such talents in the world happens to be Randolph Carter's alma mater, Miskatonic University.
"So..." Randolph muttered in a low voice, "We can try to have some cooperation with the school."
Half an hour later, the top of the train.
Woo~~~
Accompanied by the distant buzzing from the direction of the locomotive, Randolph, standing in the strong wind, opened the black leather boxes one by one, exposing the contents hidden inside.
"Trinitrotoluene (TNT)."
He looked coldly at the six naked mixed-race youths lying on the top of the train like dead bodies in front of him, and said quietly, "One box weighs more than thirty pounds, and six boxes equals two hundred pounds. If it explodes, I don't know how many people will die."
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Just now, Randolph had used the psychic forbidden technique to forcibly pry out a lot of information from the consciousness of these people.
According to information, these people come from a heretical sect on the Mediterranean coast called "Baalishib".
Randolph had a vague impression of this religious order.
It is rumored that it was first founded by the ancient Philistines who disappeared mysteriously in the fifth century BC. The ancient god Baalzebub they worshiped was later incorporated into their own systems by Judaism and Catholicism, and became a name called
The great devil of 'Beelzebub'.
And these six Baal Sib believers came here this time and brought so many high explosives with them.
The purpose is to hold a large-scale sacrifice, using the souls, corpses and deaths of a large number of ordinary people as sacrifices, to summon the ancient god Baalzebub to come to the earth.
Moreover, these six young men are just small nodes in the entire process of summoning gods and offering sacrifices.
At this moment, there are as many as hundreds of Baal Sib believers all over the world, and they are launching sacrifices at the same time in trains, theaters, ships, taverns, markets, and other crowded places.
In other words, tens of thousands of people may have been killed alive and shattered to pieces at this moment.
This incident is so serious that the whole world will be in an uproar in the next few days, and newspapers from all over the world will cover the bombing case in series.
But Randolph Carter was no longer in the mood to think about this, he only felt angry.
"The damned bastard!"
Randolph yelled angrily, "How dare you act so wantonly!"
Then, he looked coldly at the six mixed-race youths who were still in a coma, and whispered a strange curse full of anger.
Wow~Wow~Wow~
Suddenly, the six people's bodies were ignited with gray flames out of thin air.
Under the severe burning pain, the six people also woke up and screamed in agony.
But their horrifying screams were also burned up by the strange wisps of flames.
What's even more amazing is that this kind of gray-white fire did not damage any external objects, but only burned the six of them.
So under Randolph's indifferent gaze, these six crazed Baalsheb believers were burned alive into wisps of scorching ashes.
And blown by the strong wind from the top of the train, it dissipated into nothingness in an instant, completely leaving no bones.
After doing these things, Randolph Carter's expression became gloomy again.
The question now... is to continue to pursue the Cthulhu cult? Or to prevent the next move of the Baal Sib cult?
After thinking for a few seconds, Randolph's expression became determined:
"Well, although these two are both pests, the Baal Sib Order is obviously more dangerous. No one knows what they will do next and how much harm they will cause, so..."
He stood on the roof of the car and looked at the bright moon, "So it's better to stop investigating the Cthulhu cult."
In addition, there is one more important thing.
That is to formally establish the organization and develop the organization.
This can no longer be delayed.
Randolph alone cannot 'take care' of the entire earth. He needs more helpers.
"I need to contact Miskatonic University first and have in-depth conversations with the school's senior officials."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Randolph crossed his hands on his chest and frowned, thinking, "We still need to consult with the leaders of all parties to get their support. If they don't support it, force them to support it."
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This plan of contacting high-level officials of various countries is somewhat risky, but it must be done.
Because human society is too vast, many things simply cannot be done without the help of the governments of all parties.
However, Randolph would not be too worried.
With three super instruments, a large number of strange "contained objects" and countless forbidden arts and secret powers at his side, he is not afraid of any threats of this era.
Firearms, ammunition, artillery bombs, or all kinds of poisons and poisons have no effect on him.
What's more, it is impossible for Randolph to come forward to contact those senior officials in person, as the risk of doing so is too great.
He could imagine how greedy those in high positions would be.
Therefore, this matter must be considered from a long-term perspective and carried out steadily without any carelessness.
Woo~~~~
With the loud train whistle, Randolph Carter once again returned to his seat in Car No. 6.
From this moment on, he unknowingly reached a real turning point in his life.
In the not-too-distant future, Randolph Carter will become the most powerful man on the planet.
At the same time, the civilization of the earth will also usher in an unimaginable turning point under his direct or indirect influence.
This turning point will even radiate to countless groups in the entire boundless sea of stars in the third dimension, and even more dimensions.
The so-called turning point is a change that should not occur.
In the world of the Cthulhu Mythos, humans are always ants to the superior races and ancient gods and alien gods, and can never resist.
This is true no matter how many infinite dimensions and how many parallel universes there are.
But the appearance of Yoko Deen has brought changes to countless human beings.
As long as there is a change, it means that the "fateful script" of this torrent has been shaken.
Under the infinite and infinite fluctuations, the most mysterious and transcendent essence will emerge from nothing.
From the perspective of ordinary things, time has the past first, then the present, and finally the future.
But from the perspective of John Deen, who stands at a higher level, time in the phenomenal world is completely in no particular order.
Therefore, whether it is Ying Zheng, Minase Harumu, Spartacus, or Randolph Carter, or countless other creatures chosen by Troy.
When they made a certain choice or experienced some drastic changes, their endless futures all appeared in the eyes of Joel Deen.
The same is true for the extraction of transcendental essence.
Outside that endless dimension, a realm that neither time nor space can touch, Yoko Deen, who was hanging in the pale palace, slowly opened his countless eyes:
"Sure enough, as long as you continue to 'create' various changes around the fulcrum of the torrent, and then let those many changes derive more changes, you can shake the fulcrum bit by bit like overturning dominoes, and then squeeze out the so-called
The transcendental essence is just..."
He pondered: "The 'quantity' of the essence is still too little, so little that it would take too long and too long of essential time to truly condense a variable gem.
But why is this? Why are there so few essences that can be extracted from these fulcrums?"
In the endless pale palace, Jordan thought for a long time.
After thinking about it for a while, he came to a conclusion:
"All the fulcrums in this "Kristi River" are too weak. They are too weak to extract too much transcendental essence. They can only add up to a small amount in a long stream."
The "weak" mentioned here does not refer to the concept of "combat strength".
In fact, in the torrent of evolution, the individual's combat power level is the least important 'thing'.
What really matters is the strength of the torrent’s ‘supporting power’.
To put it more clearly, it is the "play" of a certain torrent's "fulcrum" on that "fateful script".
If there are enough "plays", then there are no taboos and you can do whatever you want.
If there are too few "plays", even if you are extremely powerful and powerful enough to destroy immeasurable space and time with a single thought, you can only live an honest life, don't think about it.
Otherwise, you will accidentally provoke enough "strong fulcrums" with enough "drama", even if the opponent's strength level cannot even reach the explosive level.
The "weak fulcrum" that is powerful enough to wipe out countless time and space may still be knocked to the ground by it inexplicably.
The reason for this situation is very simple.
Just because mathematics, rules, cause and effect and other types of logic all give way to "story", they must compromise and make way for the normal operation of "story".
"so……"
John Deen muttered in a low voice, "Now that the transcendental essence extraction process of this 'Crown' torrent is on the right track, it has taken too long.
Then, I have to leave here temporarily and find a new torrent."
That's right, Yoko Deen or Mu Cang decided to split off some clones and leave here to go to other worlds to seek opportunities to extract the essence of transcendence.
As for this place, let's use it as the rear base camp.
The production efficiency of the essence here is relatively low, but it is more stable, so it is perfect for use as a base camp.
…
Beyond the torrent of ‘Keshi’.
In the boundless seven-dimensional mysterious universe, endless (w) hazy shadows suddenly appear at the same time.
The appearance of these lights and shadows are all exactly the same as Mu Cang's.
Yes, these are all his clones.
In fact, using the so-called "clone" to describe them is still a bit narrow.
It should be said that after reaching Mu Cang's level, there is no difference between the main body and the clone.
All is Him, all is Him.
In short, every 'clone' born out of thin air has an E0 level strength that is no less than that of the 'original body'.
Perhaps it is completely unbelievable for a limited number of tiny ants to be able to split into infinite clones, and each clone has the same strength as the main body. It is a pure fantasy.
But in Mu Cang's view, this is an extremely simple thing, not much more difficult than blinking an eye.
Don't even talk about infinite (w) selves. Even if he splits e0 selves, Mu Cang can do it without spending much effort.
However, this is not very necessary.
Because facing the higher-level e1-level existence, even if e0 e0-level creatures come together, they will not be more threatening than a limited number of ants.
In short, after these clones appeared, they galloped away in all directions without looking back.
In an instant, it disappeared outside the vast and boundless 'Keshi' torrent.
In this way, the infinite and infinite essence of time slowly passed away.
While Mu Cang's 'body' inside the 'Keshi' torrent has squeezed and collected many essences during this long period of time, there is a 'clone' of him that has finally been found after crossing countless torrents of 'dead silence'.
An e0 level 'activation' torrent was created.
Buzz——
After using the majestic power of Chaos to break through the outer shell and enter the interior of this new torrent, Mu Cang (the clone) was shocked to discover.
There are actually two torrent "supporting forces" here that are so powerful that they completely transcend all events and dimensions in this world. "Strong, strong...strong fulcrums".
Moreover, He is very familiar with these two fulcrums.
It's... Batman, Bruce Wayne, and Superman, Clark Kent.
