2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"barren."

These two words calmed Yan Muyun's brain, which had become extremely excited after absorbing the black-winged ghost.

His eyes widened slightly, and his voice became more solemn: "Bishop of Desolation?"

Amir was not speaking, but the disdainful expression on his face seemed to say: Who else could be there besides him?

Yan Muyun turned around again, staring at this man with his eyes fixed on him, a burst of extremely complicated emotions welling up in his heart.

One of the four bishops of the Shengyao Order, who personally planned dozens of riots around the world, including the catastrophe in Menxia City, and was a dangerous figure wanted by almost every country in the world, appeared in front of him in such an inexplicable way. It made him even doubt that he hadn't woken up yet.

You must know that this time almost all of their elite class was dispatched to the Ark of Eden. The main purpose was to collect as much information as possible about the desolate bishop. Even if the target was determined, they must not take action at will without instructions from the academy. .

But at this moment, he could kill this man who was extremely feared and hated by the whole world with just one finger.

Amir showed a trace of disdain on his face and raised his chin: "What do you think, do you plan to kill him directly or have a public trial? No matter what you want, the world media will portray you as a hero admired by all mankind."

Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly, with a gentle smile on his face: "The first gift is power, and the second gift is fame and fortune? I'm already looking forward to what the third gift will be."

A trace of jealousy emerged in Amir's eyes. He really couldn't understand why Lord Constantine valued this guy so much.

But he was unhappy, and he did not dare to doubt or disobey the other party's decision. After all, the original divine envoy represents the will of the gods, and no matter what arrangement it is, it must have a deep meaning.

Amir thought for a while and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Speaking of which, I have always been curious. Since you can devour the ability of alien species, can you also plunder the ability by killing humans?"

Yan Muyun looked at him in surprise: "Do you want to try it? Thank you for your generosity."

Damn, this guy's madness isn't over yet.

Amir's face darkened, and he pointed to the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa: "Bishop of Desolation, his ability is to control metal, and his strength should barely reach A level."

"Average." Yan Muyun yawned, looking uninterested: "Compared to him, I still like your abilities more."

"Damn madman." Amir cursed in a low voice and disappeared into the room.

If he continued to stay in the same room with this guy, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but do something.

After Amir left, the originally lazy and playful look on Yan Muyun's face slowly disappeared and turned into a bit serious.

To be honest, he himself was very curious about the answer to this question.

When he just woke up in the college about a year ago and before the semester officially started, he took many ability tests in the scientific research department.

In addition to the ability of the test itself, there are many additional items.

One of them is whether the "devour" effect of his superpower can be applied to humans.

Professor Bai came to him specifically for this research, and finally told him that the result was 70% impossible and 30% possible. Researchers at the Academy of Sciences determined that what Yan Muyun's [Blood Border] could devour should be the "biological characteristics" of alien species, that is, their own abilities, just like fish can swim or birds can fly.

Human abilities belong to another different level of ability.

To put it simply, according to the researcher's judgment, if Yan Muyun "devours" a human with superpowers, the only effect will most likely be to make his body stronger.

In fact, if you want to reach a conclusion on this issue, it is very simple. Just get a death row prisoner with special powers and let him kill him.

But after that, the college and Yan Muyun had a tacit understanding and did not mention the matter again.

Yan Muyun always felt that if he could take away their abilities by killing his own kind, the nature of his powers would change.

By that time, I am afraid that even if his identity as a "blasphemer" is removed, the vast majority of people in this world will not tolerate his existence, right?

Although he didn't know what the academy was thinking, from that day on, he defaulted to his "devouring" ability as the ability to only plunder alien species.

And...it seems like I haven't killed anyone before, right?

Do you want to take advantage of the moment and try to see if I can acquire special human abilities?

Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

If he were in a normal state, he would probably hesitate on this matter for a long time.

But he also said that this was him in normal condition.

Now he can't wait any longer.

Yan Muyun brought his right index finger together and lightly scratched his left wrist. The blood spurted out like raindrops and fell on the silver barrier below.

When the silver light turned completely blood red, he walked up to Yang Qi.

"He is still useful if you keep it, but what you say..."

Yan Muyun's five fingers on his right hand became as sharp as a knife and formed into a claw shape, slowly piercing Yang Qi's chest: "It's not a pity at all."

"Puff...puff..."

Yang Qi's eyes suddenly widened, his body twitched due to severe pain, and the original confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by doubt and pain.

"Hello, do you remember me?" Yan Muyun greeted him with a smile, and the five fingers of his right hand had gently grasped the warm and beating heart.

"You..." Yang Qi opened his mouth, and a large amount of blood poured out of his throat. He only uttered one word and then fell silent.

"When you attack the people around me, you should be mentally prepared."

Yan Muyun showed a look of regret on his face: "I was thinking, it would be great if I could enjoy the fun of chasing you. It is a pity to let you die inexplicably like this. But there is no way, I have more now I have important things to do, sorry."

Just as he was about to use all his strength to cut the opponent's heart into pieces with his sharp five fingers, he suddenly noticed something was wrong with Yang Qi's expression.

Although his expression was still painful, there was a hint of...joking in his eyes?

Yan Muyun instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and was just about to take back his right hand, and then use the red blood thread to treat the opponent's injury. However, as if Yang Qi saw his plan, he suddenly straightened up and took the initiative to raise his chest.

The next moment, his heart was chopped into many pieces, and the smile in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by ashes.

"No!"

Yan Muyun roared, opened his mouth and spit out a large ball of scarlet blood, which poured into Yang Qi's wound one after another.

However, even if those red silk threads were in the hands of the most skilled embroiderer, Yang Qi's heart was stitched back to its original state in just ten seconds, but his pupils never regained their luster.

Yan Muyun stood there blankly, the expression on his face changing countless times in an instant.

Do you want to eat him...

Do you want to eat him?

Do you want to eat him? ?

The last trace of reason left in his heart made Yan Muyun hesitate. No matter what, he seemed unable to overcome the hurdle of eating his own kind alive.

"Yan Muyun, what are you doing?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Yan Muyun wiped the blood on his face and looked back at Constantine and Amir who were standing behind him, with a wry smile on his face: "I don't seem to be able to swallow human beings' abilities."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Constantine's eyes, but he hid it well and comforted him gently: "It doesn't matter, this might be a good thing for you."

Yan Muyun nodded, then turned sideways and looked at the body that was gradually freezing on the sofa, feeling calmer than ever before in his mind.

He swallowed the king-level black-winged ghost, and his personality was also affected by this race.

It now seems that even the Black Winged Ghosts are the most cunning and insidious among all the alien species, but this "wisdom" seems to be more biased towards the cruelty of beasts when hunting.

In terms of truly considering the problem, there is no human morality and overall view.

If it were his normal self, he probably wouldn't even have the intention to kill Yang Qi, but would choose to bring him back to the country to be tried by law.

But just now, all I could think about was killing the opponent and trying to seize the superpower. Almost all his actions were controlled by an animalistic instinct.

"Sorry, I might need a break."

Yan Muyun showed a trace of apology on his face: "Can I take a nap first?"

Constantine frowned slightly, and finally nodded gently: "Okay, go ahead."