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Chapter 8 Fake, All Fake

It feels good to be looked at with reverence and admiration by the shrine maidens in the palace. After all, Shoji's essence is human and not a dragon. Even if he is now fully integrated with the Holy Lord, that has not changed. His aesthetics are still very normal.

What's more, as the sons of gods who serve the gods, shrine maidens must be carefully selected. Those with impure bodies and insufficient looks can't even touch the palace gate, okay?

But it was very uncomfortable for Long to be stared at by two bad old men with the same eyes.

However, it is a very rare opportunity for the two high priests and the shrine maidens to secretly look at the body of the Dragon God with admiration while respecting the gods.

The body of more than ten meters is not too big when entangled, but the same length is the height of three floors. Although human technology has developed to this day, although various technological creations are shocking, they are not as good as such a huge creature in terms of psychology and physiology.

The shock brought by it.

Not many technologies can achieve the power that will change the world when I wake up just now, and every time those few kinds appear, they are bound to be accompanied by the withering of life on a large scale and the abandonment of the land. How can fragile humans watch such a terrifying and majestic heaven at close range?

Power.

Moreover, everyone present was convinced that the cessation of changes in the celestial phenomena was not because Lord Dragon God was unable to continue, but because he simply did not want to harm their loyal servants.

Look at what a selfless and kind deity.

[Zhuang Shizhen: I'm not, I don't have it, don't make blind guesses.]

Unable to stand the increasingly weird looks in the eyes of these two bad old men, he paused and raised the dark golden dragon head. The dragon's mouth opened and closed and spit out clear bytes: "Shazhi."

"Lord Dragon God." Oda Saori leaned down and said respectfully: "Please give me your orders!"

"I have just recovered now, and my strength has not recovered much. I am still at my weakest."

"Unless necessary, you still need to rely on yourselves."

"You are guarding me." Zhuang Siyi's low voice sounded very weak, and the shiny scales just turned dull at some point: "Despite this, other people can't help themselves.

The method... In this way, Saori will select the right people and teach them the technique I taught you before."

Because the imitation was weak, the voice was not too high. When it reached the palace gate, it was basically drowned out by the sounds of festivals and crowds outside. Only the people in the palace could be heard clearly.

"Try your best to become stronger. I can already feel the malicious eyes being cast on me as I recover."

Before Oda Saori could figure out the specific meaning of Dragon God's words, the two high priests on the side were already looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

I thought that having a real god at the helm would bring Shinto an unstoppable rise.

But listening to Lord Dragon God's words, it seems that many unknown people who even he needs to be careful about are looking here.

There was solemnity in Zhuang Siyi's eyes as he spoke, and his mentality was not as calm as he appeared. For a month, he used the Black Shadow Corps to explore the surrounding cities and villages, thinking that this was just an ordinary technological world with mystery. However, in

When I broke the seal just now to communicate with the fire energy of the world, I discovered a lot of things. The world in the Holy Lord's memory should be a soap bubble that is closed to the inside and outside. Although communication between the inside and outside is prohibited, it is also a kind of control of the creatures in this world.

Protection. However, this world is not completely closed. There are small cracks in many places. He took a quick glance just now and found two cracks, one large and one small, that exuded the atmosphere of other worlds.

Shoji doesn't know whether it is good or bad. But he knows that his plan to become a god and live forever will never be allowed to be destroyed. When it comes to fundamental interests, he will never back down.

He meditated on using magic and rat charms to create two partially autonomous clones. One sits at Ise Shrine and watches here all the time, and the other goes back to continue his life as an ordinary high school student. In this way, he can catch up with anything that happens on either side in time.

arrived, and at the same time, the main body also had time to investigate.

.......

Although the special investigation team is engaged in some tasks that ordinary people are afraid of and cannot understand, especially the magical tools responsible for combat, which makes the selection very random, it does not mean that they have to be as smart and psychological as in anime and TV.

Mature high school students are recruited. Although the population of the island country is not large, it is much better than the Danwan Peninsula next door. It is not difficult to choose between hundreds and thousands of people.

The Special Investigation Team is ranked among the top five among official mysterious organizations in the world.

Shinjuku Ward, where the Special Investigation Team headquarters is located.

The atmosphere at the headquarters of the investigation team was unusually tense today. Almost all members above the section chief level who were not tasked with exterminating ghosts were called back. The conference room was full of people of all kinds, middle-aged men, women, and young people. Even two monks were invited.

Go to the scene and observe.

The person in charge of the headquarters, Yasuda Hiroshi, who was sitting in the upper position and had a strong and slightly Mediterranean figure, looked around and said in a calm voice: "Is everyone here?"

"Hey, except for the two groups Kawashima and Mimura who have urgent missions, everyone else is here."

"Yeah." Hiroshi Yasuda nodded, and then continued: "We are all not new here, so I won't remind you of some rules and regulations. Next, I will show a video, and you can help me analyze what it is.

What could make such a noise?"

"Hi." Except for a few two who were sent to participate as partners that day, everyone else had a hundred thousand reasons in mind, but this did not prevent them from obeying the order.

Hiroshi Yasuda nodded and signaled the staff to start, the projector was turned on, and the images on the screen began to play.

Due to the sudden incident, I didn’t bring any shooting tools, so the picture was slightly blurry and distorted when recording on my mobile phone. It was noontime on the screen, and large tracts of clouds in the sky were dyed red, and shouts of surprise from the surroundings came from the speakers.

.A large number of people seem to be afraid of something...

After a brief chaotic minute, all the strange phenomena slowly disappeared. Along with the disappearance of the celestial phenomena, there was also the commotion of people.

No matter how many times I watch it, I still can't understand the changes in the scene in the video. With a long sigh, Hiroshi Yasuda looked at the others and said, "How's it going? Do you have any ideas?"

"..."

Basically everyone looked at each other in confusion. What can be seen from the video that lasted just over a minute and had no beginning or end.

If they hadn't seen Hiroshi Yasuda's serious expression, they would have thought it was a prank created by a colleague using software.

It's so weird that it makes the weather change. If there is such a weird thing, then what else do they need to do? Isn't it better to just lie down and wait for death?


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