Alien paradise

"Long live the messenger of God!"

I don’t know who shouted something first, and then the shouts of long live came one after another.

The man raised his lips in satisfaction.

While the guests were cheering, the brains in five other glass jars were also sucked into the round tube vessels by "Abovitch".

"Not good..." Elodie suddenly blurted out.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhiyuan looked at her.

The latter was silent - she directly warned Chaoyang: "The life characteristics of the noble who received the injection have been changed! Now he looks like he has a black light, mixed with the original green light!"

Is this what seeds are for?

Are the brainless people hidden in the deep well behind the Black Steel Camp actually the victims of this banquet?

Many questions arise in Chaoyang's mind... It seems that the injected people still have normal thinking and behave like ordinary people. Could it be that they only transform into monsters when they face death? To be honest, this price is by no means unacceptable for returning to youth. After all, death also means losing everything. What will happen after death has nothing to do with the person who injected it.

Or is it that normal thinking is just an illusion, and anyone who does this will gradually become like Albovich, and unknowingly become a believer in the evil god?

And the name of the Seventh Evil God... "Sequence of Cause and Effect" sounds quite similar to that. But being young and getting older is not a simple cause-and-effect relationship. Moreover, Gawei also mentioned that there is a conflict between the Rotten God and the Seventh Evil God. He always felt that the divine envoy had concealed a lot of information.

However, a more reliable speculation is that these messages are simply made up by the other party. Even the envoy himself does not understand what the gods want - because both Dane and Gawei have mentioned that the ancestors have no real meaning. The messenger of God, as a latecomer, humans simply cannot understand the will of this existence. The same evil god may give birth to multiple cults, and even they will occasionally kill each other to pieces of blood.

"We can't wait for the opportunity any longer! If the light of life can really distinguish cultists who can transform, then two bodyguards and seven bodyguards are completely different concepts!" Elodie urged, "We can't just watch the ceremony. Ended successfully!"

Chaoyang saw another noble being invited to the stage through Naruko Asahara's vision.

He knew the angel was right.

Although the player's firepower is powerful, it is quite difficult to kill the angel in front of the seven potted evil objects, let alone capture the opponent alive.

But now he directly instructs players to act, which will poke another hole in the already papery "game system".

"Let's do it."

At this moment, Asahara Naruko couldn't help but said.

Her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and her voice was slightly trembling, but no one except Elodie and Chaoyang noticed it.

By the way, this guy also wants something that can reverse lifespan!

Without waiting for Chaoyang's reminder, Elodie immediately expressed her support, "Yes, I suspect that it was what they injected that caused the cultists' mutations. Even if it wasn't, it's not a bad thing to interrupt the cultists' ceremony. A batch of physical evidence can be seized by the way!"

"I can do it at any time." Anthony is not so picky. As long as he can hunt the enemy, he will always agree.

This time Xue Quan did not customize a specific arrest plan for them in advance, and all decisions relied on their on-the-spot judgment. Now that the three of them had agreed, the remaining three looked at each other, and the final decision naturally fell on Zhang Zhiyuan.

He thought for a moment and quickly agreed to this approach - although the identity of the main messenger was still a mystery, the context of the cult's expansion had been completely exposed, and there was really no need for them to wait until the other party completed the ceremony. The City Guards and the Divine Machine Church have laid a double siege at this moment. After taking control of the Goddess of Joy, they have a lot of time to interrogate these people.

"Okay, let's create chaos first and drive out these troublesome nobles."

It wasn't that Zhang Zhiyuan was afraid of accidentally injuring the group of preparatory cultists, but that powerful weapons like RPGs couldn't be used in a confined space, otherwise the grenade tail flames would cook them all before they could kill the enemies.

Anthony picked up a Type 09 shotgun and fired three shots at the wooden door. Although the bullets could not break the chain, they were enough to destroy the door bolt. After three shots, the door bolt with the iron lock fell directly from the bullet-riddled door.

Everyone in the banquet hall also heard the unusual and loud noise. Not only did the people on the stage stop injecting, but other guests also turned their attention.

Then they saw seven or eight metal cylinders thrown out from the crack of the door, two of which were spitting out white smoke.

Only a few flat thunderous explosions were heard. The strong and harsh sound instantly shattered all the glass windows in the hall, and also caused the guests to fall into a state of deafness. Along with the explosion, there was an extremely bright light, almost more dazzling than the sun on a clear day, turning the entire wall of the hall into a bright silvery white in an instant!

Several people clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground on the spot.

No one else had ever seen such a battle, and they immediately became a mess! They rushed to the exit, fearing that the dry land thunder would fall on their heads.

The returned old boy on the stage is certainly very attractive, but His Excellency the Divine Envoy also said that the seeds protect them from old age and death, rather than giving them invulnerable immortality. In this case, it is of course more important to save one's own life first.

What's even more frightening is that the two metal tubes don't look big, but the smoke coming out is getting thicker and thicker. In just over ten seconds, the hall is covered in white smoke. Not to mention choking, this sight alone is... It reminds me of the fog outside the city.

"It's the Hidden Mist Sect!" Someone shouted, which instantly aroused the greatest fear in their hearts - not even a city can withstand the tide of fog, let alone a mere ship?

Panic spread faster.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyuan and others also emerged from the hut. Wearing smoke masks, they quickly dispersed into several attack points and surrounded the center of the stage from one side of the hall.

However, both the masked Abvich and the Evil God had disappeared, leaving only the empty glass jars on the stage and the two brain syringes left on the ground.

"There is a hole here!" Zhou Zhi shouted, "They must have escaped through this emergency passage!"

Others gathered around and discovered that there was an open hatch in the middle of the stage. They had not noticed it before because it was covered by a red carpet. Now that the carpet was torn open, the hatch was exposed. Zhang Zhiyuan looked down along the entrance of the hole and found a steel pipe of about five meters standing below, which could indeed be used for emergency escape.

Considering that the banquet hall is located on the second floor of the bridge, the passage should lead to the first floor of the deck.

"Let's chase!"

He put his gun on his back without hesitation and was the first to slide down.

Anthony followed.

Naruko Asahara deliberately took a step back.

After all the other players jumped down from the hole, she quickly took out the square box given by Chaoyang from her backpack, put a syringe in it, put it away, and then pretended to be nonchalant and slid down to the bottom.

"You're too slow." Only Zhou Zhi was left waiting for her.

"What about the rest?"

Zhou Zhi pointed to the cold and dim cabin passage, "They went to the front first."

"Let's hurry up and follow."

The two of them reached the end before they had gone fifty meters. As soon as they stepped through the airtight hatch, the howling sea wind blew straight into their faces.

They were already on the stern deck of the Lady of Joy.