"I don't need you to do anything. Things between us are more like a transaction."
"You perform and I watch. The rewards at each level can make you better and bring me a more exciting performance."
"You don't need to worry about it."
God said it very clearly and cleanly, as if it was a small thing that He did casually.
As for his true purpose and the reason for doing this, no one else knows. No one can detect the thoughts of a god, no one can.
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In the real world, a young man who lives in a two-story building and practices psychic powers with closed doors opens his eyes.
"Dungeon."
After one hundred levels, he also passed the level. Even though he was calling out the syllables of "Dungeon", the syllables of "I am" no longer sounded in his ears.
For a moment, a trace of emptiness flashed in his eyes.
But in an instant, he restored his mentality. He had received enough benefits. The majestic being who claimed to be a god disappeared and looked away from him.
The hundreds of challenges in this dungeon have brought about a different transformation in him. The past him and the present him are like carbon and diamond, similar but completely different, a world of difference.
Desang stretched out his hand and looked at the illusory core of the dungeon in his hand. From now on, he would be a glorious patron of the gods and a glorious dungeon lord.
Unfortunately, he still needs a lot of manpower and material resources to build his own dungeon.
clang--
The dull and long metal collision sound caused a series of reactions, including Desan who was looking at the core of the dungeon.
The psychic induction was released in an instant, and the surrounding area was affected by the induction for thousands of meters.
Each small black tattoo image is like waking up from a dream. After a short period of daze, they move closer to this territory.
Desang strode out the door and looked in the direction where he first met the being. He had already left.
"Enemy attack!!!"
The hoarse roar spread throughout this small territory.
One by one, the pampered psychics rushed to the lord's residence, expecting him to give instructions.
Swish——
Desang stepped onto the ground, and his spiritual energy enveloped his whole body. His body leaped tens of meters high as if it were a spring. His palms slapped the air, and he fell to the outside of the territory hundreds of meters away like a glider.
He did not rush to the Lord's Mansion like other psykers, but decided to defend the enemy first.
He jumped up again, and the mind flayers he sensed had already appeared in his sight, and they were rushing towards here.
For this small territory that they had forgotten for some reason, the surrounding mind flayers did not care how he was forgotten, they only cared about who among them arrived first and who could seize another brand new body.
When the fragrance of psychic energy seduces their noses like a seductive fairy, there is no need to care about all rationality and thinking, just be reckless.
It was a somewhat groggy and overcast day. The strongest and fastest mind flayer was far ahead of his companions, and was dreaming of being the first to enter the territory and enjoy a delicious meal.
But suddenly, he discovered a small black dot jumping up from the frontmost territory, drawing an arc, and falling straight from the sky directly above.
That is, what?
The strong mind flayer scratched the black lines on his face with his long-nailed fingers, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
boom--
It was a ground-breaking surprise. This landing had an epic feel, like the birth of a divine monkey that shocked the heavens.
The powerful psyker who took action in reality for the first time opened his shining eyes like a sleeping tiger, stretched out his sharp claws, and let out a fierce roar, announcing his arrival to the whole world.
The fastest, strongest, and unluckiest mind flayer became his first undead.
The boiling spiritual energy distorted the air like a flame, and through a layer of almost substantial spiritual energy, he was slapped to death on the ground, his brains bursting apart, and his flesh and blood turning into pulp.
boom--
The ground where the Mind Flayer was was shattered in an instant, the dry fields were torn apart, and the flying gravel made a whining sound like bullets and flew around.
Smoke and dust enveloped the ground, also frightening the mind flayers who were running so fast.
The more powerful the psyker is, the more they like it, but the less likely it is to eat it.
Just like that guy a hundred years ago, it was so delicious that the devil couldn't help himself, but it was so hot that he didn't eat it at all. Instead, he was imprisoned in the underground abyss for hundreds of years and never had a trace of psychic energy.
.
After being suppressed for a hundred years, they would indulge like this, intending to eat back everything they had missed in the past hundred years.
After traveling through many territories and cities, he smelled something bad for the first time. The guy in front of him had a very delicious aroma, which meant that his soul was very tempting, and it also meant that he was very attractive.
of danger.
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"Lord, those guys are here."
The hurried psychics rushed into the lord's mansion one after another, staring at this supreme being above ten thousand people.
"Kill them." With the help of his servants, the lord, who put on his combat clothes and armor, said seriously.
He had already made up his mind to die together.
In the documents of the Lord's Mansion, the characteristics, appearance, and advice of the ancestors were recorded in detail.
Those guys never leave alive, what they crave is a complete and living body.
And the only thing they can do before they die is to use their last strength to divide their bodies.
Even if he dies, he cannot leave a complete body.
A century-old noble, a thousand-year lord.
This old saying from ancient times says that the glory of nobles can be completely wiped out in a few generations, just like the mind flayers a hundred years ago. No one remembers their existence until they appear again.
The thousand-year lord means that every lord is a legend that can be passed down for thousands of years, and they are all high-end military forces that can truly fight against the mind flayers.
And this is the time for him to prove himself.
"Where's the new psyker?"
The lord glanced at the psychics present without leaving any trace, and asked as he walked outside.
"have no idea."
"Didn't see it."
A group of psykers who were serious about fighting to the death also frowned. This new psyker was so transparent that many veteran psykers didn't even remember him.
Could it be possible that he ran away?
Thinking of this, some psychics looked a little ugly.
"Ignore him, you, go gather all the civilians, go to the vicinity of the lord's mansion, distribute weapons to the civilians who can fight, and let the civilians who cannot fight gather there."
"You guys, go over there first."
"You guys, go over there."
The lord walked quickly at the front, arranging the tasks of each psychic, trying to make a plan to defeat the enemy.