Help! This savior is too stupid!

In the night sky, nine fireballs appeared, like small suns.

According to the director's calculations, Biden could defeat up to six false gods by himself.

What the director didn't expect was that there was a mirror ghost in Biden's body. One person and one ghost worked together to directly and forcibly suppress the seven false gods, and used secret methods to turn the seven false gods into fuel and light up the seven-star lamp!

The silk on Biden's body is the power of the forbidden land of death controlled by the twelfth god general.

Even if [man-made disaster] occurs, Biden can still use the power of the Death Forbidden Zone, which is unheard of.

With such a talent, if given time, even if it is a dead end, he might be able to continue to improve.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

Biden walked on this dead end road and when he wanted to look back, time was running out.

Therefore, he could only place all his remaining bets on the person he thought had the most hope.

That's how we are today.

At the same time, in the other hemisphere, the twelfth god will be responsible for guarding the forbidden land of death.

There was snow in the sky, and a figure came at an extremely fast speed, even exceeding the speed of sound, and a series of sonic booms sounded in the air.

When Hibiscus appeared in the Forbidden Land of Death, the situation was completely different from what she had imagined.

This forbidden place of death is a classroom with a candle hanging on the top and silk everywhere in the corners.

The two people were confronting each other. The atmosphere was not tense, but it was not harmonious either.

"Who is the intern?!"

Higanka looked at the two people confronting each other in the field. One of them had a quasi-dragon-level combat power, while the other was not even extraordinary.

Unexpectedly, the weaker Chicken Nest head raised his hand, "Me."

Bianhua frowned, "What's your name?"

"Director."

"Is your last name Suo?"

"It's not Suo. I don't have a name. Others call me director."

"It's a joke, how can a person not have a name?"

Bianhua felt confused and said casually,

"Then I'll give you a name, I'll call you..., strange...whatever do I want to call you..."

Bianhua, who came back to her senses, looked shocked,

"You really don't have a name!"

At this moment, she believed that this guy was the intern Jiang Bai mentioned.

Jiang Bai didn't tell her the name of the intern, which is the best evidence.

Bianhua looked around and asked by the way,

"What's going on now? Isn't there a turmoil here? I'll take you out."

For Bianhua, ensuring the survival of the interns is the task given to her by Jiang Bai.

But if the interns have their own ideas, Bianhua will also choose to respect them.

"There is turmoil in the Forbidden Land of Death. I brought the candidate of God General to suppress the turmoil. I want to help him become the new God General..."

The director scratched his head with a look of helplessness on his face. He looked out the window from time to time, obviously very worried.

Bianhua asked puzzledly, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Everyone is here, and the turmoil in the Death Forbidden Land doesn't seem serious. Wouldn't it be good to resolve it now?

The middle-aged man opposite the director showed a helpless smile and spread his hands.

"I can't become the twelfth divine general."

"Why?"

"I don't have any questions."

The middle-aged man said frankly,

"To become the twelfth divine general, it is best to be the owner of the [Tianwen] ability, otherwise, it will be difficult to suppress this forbidden place of death."

"Bullshit."

Bianhua turned to look at the director and asked,

“Why would a person without [Tianwen] become a candidate?”

This doesn’t make sense logically!

The director was still scratching his own chicken coop, with a rare anger in his tone.

"His sequence ability is [Imitation], and the person who helped him disguise is Biden, my most outstanding student. I was deceived by him. Isn't this difficult to understand?!"

"That is to say, the original alternative plan has failed, and you have a question. Only you can become the next twelfth divine general..."

Bianhua quickly smoothed over the situation at the scene and immediately asked another question,

"Were you deceived, or did you know all this and let Biden go..."

If it's the former, Bianhua will only feel that the director is nothing more than that, and he can't even see through this kind of strategy. What's the difference between him and himself?

If it's the latter, although Bianhua despises the director's behavior, she will recognize him a little more.

After all, compared to fools, Bianhua prefers to deal with smart people, even if they are shady.

"Let me explain."

The middle-aged man spoke again,

"In order to prevent extraneous matters, Biden invited the false god of [Deception] to deceive his teacher. Therefore, he was indeed deceived, not in terms of intelligence, but in strength."

Use the power of false gods and the ultimate sublimation of [Deception] to target an existence that is not even a transcendent.

Even if the director was once a top expert and fell to rock bottom, he would not be able to resist such methods.

Biden knew very well that if he were at the same level and his layout had no chance of winning, the teacher would not allow him to mess around.

Unfortunately, in order to awaken Jiang Bai, the director paid too much price before giving Biden a chance to succeed.

After listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, Bianhua asked curiously,

"I've been talking for a long time, who are you?"

A person who can cooperate with Biden pretends to be the owner of [Tianwen] and is selected to become the next twelfth divine general...

Such a person may not necessarily gain Biden's trust, but to be able to cooperate with Biden in this way, the interests of the two must be highly bound.

The middle-aged man pushed his non-existent glasses and said modestly,

"The fourth research institute, painter."

The director lowered his head, wrote and drew on the paper, and then handed the paper to Higanbana.

"Now I have to solve the unrest in the forbidden land of death. The silk will trap me. As long as I can break out of the cocoon, even if the suppression is successful, I don't know how long this process will take, maybe a week, maybe ten years..."

The director has been waiting for Higanbana to come, just to hand such a thing to the other party,

"After I go in, kill everyone on the list on the paper, and give the list to Jiang Bai by the way. If I meet this person later, I will kill him."

After speaking, the director took a step forward, and the silk wrapped him layer by layer.

Higanbana looked at the list on the paper, thinking.

The middle-aged man was a little curious, tiptoed and stretched his neck, and asked, "What is written on the paper?"

Several blood lines appeared on the top of the middle-aged man's head, and his head bloomed like a flower, without a drop of blood spilling.

Higanbana blooms.

Beings below the dragon level are no threat to Higanbana, who has returned to the insect level.

"What are you talking about?"

Higanbana looked at the dead middle-aged man and showed him the information on the paper.

"Painter, painter, painter..."

"There are nine painters in total."

"Oh no, I killed one, and there are eight left."

Higanbana folded the list, looked at her masterpiece, and muttered to the other party,

"The psychiatrist told me that after killing someone, I should talk to the other person more when I have time, which will help alleviate the condition. Don't get me wrong, I'm just a slight psychopath..."

"From what I see on the list, you should divide yourself into nine. Among the nine people, as long as there is one If one of them is still alive, the painter will not die. It's really crazy, but have you ever thought that if you, who is not even as good as an ant, is divided into nine, what's the use of it! "

"Speaking of which, you are lucky to meet me. Guess who will kill the other eight painters?"

"Da Da~ I guessed wrong, it was an armed helicopter!"

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(I wrote a special chapter of the old book, so the update is a little late today, please forgive me.

Friends who have not read the old book can go and read the old book, and friends who have only read the old book can read the new book.

Whether reading the old book or the new book, I have royalties, and the plan is going well, which is great.)