During the observation process, for some reason, Bai Mo suddenly felt like... he wanted to eat it?
Yes, eat this alien that suddenly appears.
This feeling is rare.
Looking at this alien, a kind of desire surged out from the depths of Bai Mo's soul.
As if it was an introduction, when Bai Mo looked at the two people who called themselves "the protagonist's rescue team" again, that desire came out again.
"Are you... okay?" The silver-haired man was the first to realize something was wrong with Bai Mo's eyes.
He has fought with various monsters in different worlds, and is very sensitive to the greedy eyes that stare at food.
At this moment, he felt that the white ink in front of him seemed to overlap with their eyes.
"It's okay, it's just a little hallucination." Bai Mo knew that the other party had also noticed this.
Besides, he had no interest in succumbing to this inexplicable desire.
In Bai Mo's view, whether it is eating humans or eating aliens, it is nothing in itself. The source of this desire in him is what really deserves attention.
With his current mental state, there shouldn't be many things that can affect him to this extent.
"Really...it's okay?" The silver-haired swordsman nodded, with a silent defense in his sleeves.
Bai Mo clearly saw these small movements in his mind, but he didn't care.
"Get rid of it first." Bai Mo's spiritual incarnation casually pulled out the street sign next to it, grabbed it in his hand and used it as a weapon, and said while gesticulating.
"Why don't you get a sword?" Seeing Bai Mo carrying a road sign with an iron rod in the posture of holding a sword, the silver-haired swordsman was really a little embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter, it's all the same."
"Wu Jian!"
A second later, a stream of light flashed past.
The alien in the middle of the street has an extremely smooth cut from head to toe.
It was quietly cut in half.
Moreover, this knife was not redundant at all. It started from the top of the head and ended at the soles of the feet. Even the ground where the alien stood was not damaged at all.
There is no waste of energy at all.
"ah?!!"
"I just said this is a movie."
"The brother in white clothes is so domineering~~I love it~~"
"The special effects are so awesome."
"It's just that the screenwriter has a bit of a brain, why would he use a long-handled street sign as a weapon! Isn't it good to wear white clothes and a long sword?"
"I'm afraid it's not a video generated by AI. They can always do some underworld tricks."
"Yes, yes, it's probably something generated by AI."
"But look, that person looks familiar. He's the one on the wanted poster..."
The alien, who looked majestic when he first appeared, was instantly split into two under the cameras of the anchors.
Bai Mo's clean "sword" detonated the comment area again, but as the initiator, he frowned slightly.
"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?" After witnessing the entire attack, the silver-haired swordsman inadvertently used the honorific.
This is definitely not a trick that a boy in his early twenties can use.
In the intelligence they knew, although Bai Mo was the protagonist of this world, he was definitely not that outrageous in the early stages.
"Should it count as spiritual magic?" Bai Mo responded casually.
He doesn't often use any weapons. He grabs street signs and uses them as weapons just because it's easy for him.
After all, this is just a spiritual incarnation, and it is not convenient to use physical attacks directly. It is easier to have a material carrier.
As for whether it is a knife, a sword, a bench, or a street sign, it really doesn't matter.
Anyway, the core is the "hard-core" spiritual technique attached to the material carrier.
"Spells... It is still popular among Masters nowadays to say that no sword is better than a sword, and picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people?"
After listening to this, the silver-haired swordsman felt the magic of the world more and more.
…
"My position has been exposed, let's talk somewhere else." Without waiting for the other party to sigh, Bai Mo threw out an address to the silver-haired swordsman, and soon disappeared with the alien's body.
Everything happened so fast that they didn't even react.
As for Li Chonglou and Yun Jie, who only have ordinary physical abilities, they are still holding on to the wall and breathing heavily, and they are both dizzy.
Bai Mo's acceleration just now was so brutal, it was like letting them experience a super roller coaster without protection.
When the brain is deprived of oxygen, it doesn't matter whether it is abnormal or not.
"The address he gave them is actually in Dongyang?" The silver-haired swordsman glanced at the piece of paper in his hand. The place Bai Mo made an appointment for them was not even in the Fourth Rome, but on the Dongyang Islands across the sea.
And the time is three days later.
The incarnation of Bai Mo, dragging the alien corpse, began to rush back to the main body on the outskirts of Emerald City.
He left in such a hurry mainly because he found out that there was an anchor who was live broadcasting all this.
Based on the purple-robed nobles' monitoring of the Fourth Rome Internet, it won't take long for Black Sword to learn about this, and a dragnet will inevitably be laid.
Now is not the time for a decisive battle.
Bai Mo doesn't like to engage in evenly matched decisive battles. If he can choose, he will crush the opponent.
What's more, he is also very curious about what kind of magic power this alien and those guys in the protagonist's protection team have, so that they can actually inspire his desire to devour.
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"I just made a trip to the hell gate." The muscular man with yellow hair, who had not spoken any more, took off his turban and said after Bai Mo left with the alien corpse.
The turban was stained with his cold sweat.
Huang Mao hides a hostile radar exchanged from the system, which is responsible for detecting the friendliness of key mission targets.
Positive one hundred means that the other party considers the team members to be life-or-death friends comparable to close relatives.
Strangers are zero.
Negative one hundred means that the other party thinks that the team members are on the same level as the enemy who killed his father.
Originally, the radar readings had been hovering between minus five and five, indicating that Bai Mo had no ill intentions toward them, but at the same time, he had little trust and goodwill, and the two sides were at the beginning of contact.
But for a moment, the friendliness value suddenly jumped to minus 80, and then quickly returned to near zero. This frightened the strong man with yellow hair.
Especially after seeing that lightning sword strike just now.
He still hasn't figured out how Bai Mo's sword falling from the sky has no inertia at all, cutting the alien in half from head to toe without letting any extra force destroy the ground...
In terms of pure destructive power, Huang Mao himself can blow up the alien with one blow, but it will inevitably cause collateral damage to the surrounding environment.
Moreover, what he took was just a street sign...a street sign he grabbed casually...not a famous sword that had been tempered for thousands of times and was almost spiritual...
"That's definitely not a young man, it's probably an old monster who was reborn or took over his body." The silver-haired swordsman also gave his own answer. ()