I know this ancient god

A critical hit?

Tang Xuan glanced at the name note again.

Note 3: This name has a certain probability of triggering a critical hit. The critical hit multiplier is randomly between 1 and 9999. The greater the critical hit multiplier, the lower the corresponding probability.

Speaking of luck

Tang Xuan himself has always had very bad luck. He has never gotten a multiple-choice question right since he was a child, whether it was multiple choice, single choice, or simply right or wrong.

If a person's luck is conserved, then his luck must be consumed in unknown other places.

As long as you are blind, you will definitely make a mistake.

So to this day, he has a shadow and resistance to making choices, and tries to avoid making choices.

select! select! select!

If there is anything to choose from, can’t we all have it?

The critical hit of the No. 1 support character caused tons of damage to [Ai Li] who was caught off guard. The darkness in the funeral home quickly faded, and Tang Xuan's field of vision expanded to more than ten meters around him.

"Look!"

Tang Xuan heard Wu Liang's shout of surprise.

He turned his head and found that the darkness outside the door had become thinner, and he could vaguely see the scene outside the funeral home. The No. 1 support character severely damaged [Avery], so that the dark kingdom that enveloped the funeral home began to derail the funeral home.

This is undoubtedly good news.

Tang Xuan asked Lu Qiqi: "Can I go out?"

"no."

"Still can't get in!"

Two favored men in black dragon suits stood outside the funeral parlor surrounded by darkness and observed the data displayed on the screen in front of them.

There are two curves on the screen, one is blue and the other is green. The two curves are quite close at this time, but they still do not overlap, which means they cannot physically break in.

One of the two gods' favored ones is tall and burly, and the other is graceful and graceful. They are obviously a man and a woman.

From the outside, the main body of the funeral home has turned into solemn black and white, and there are many traces of artillery bombardment near it.

Craters, burnt blackness and the pungent smell of gun smoke

This funeral parlor originally had eight steps. Now, except for the top four steps, which have been turned into black and white, the other four steps have been turned into powder.

There are not only two God-loved ones here, but also tens of thousands of soldiers who have surrounded the place according to the plan. They are spread across the sky and land, surrounding the place on three levels inside and outside, and they have opened the insurance on all types of weapons and equipment. , ready to attack at any time.

"People can't get in. The internal organs are too fragile and can't withstand the tearing effect when passing through the space layer." The woman thought for a few seconds and said, "High-density matter may be possible. Let's concentrate the energy together and send it to Wu Liang." The sub-god weapon went in, I hope he is still alive."

"Okay, that's all."

Her companion agreed.

The officer standing next to them asked: "You two, have you figured out a way?"

The woman nodded slightly: "The superposition of the sequence space and the main sequence space forms a gap space. The equipment that maintains the sequence space may be damaged, so the space wall of the gap space has become much weaker. We can put a weapon Send it in. If our companion is still alive, he should be able to break this gap."

The officer nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you two! All firepower is in place. As long as the enemy leaves the funeral parlor, we can launch an offensive."

The woman nodded, noncommittal.

To be honest, she has some doubts about the combat effectiveness of ordinary people's army, but now is not the time to talk about this. Anyway, whether it’s a mule or a horse, you’ll find out when you pull it out for a run.

She bent down and picked up a simple black briefcase, and walked side by side to the funeral parlor with another favored person. Everyone within sight watched them nervously, fearing that they would encounter some danger.

Several snipers pointed their scopes in their direction at the command of their commander, preparing to provide fire support.

When the handsome back of the black dragon suit appeared in the scope, the snipers suddenly felt that the sniper rifles in their hands were no longer good.

"Has the Federation's individual soldier uniform technology matured?"

"I wonder if we have a share?"

They swallowed with envy.

At this time, the two gods' favored ones had walked step by step to the door of the funeral parlor. The journey was calm and there was no danger.

The remains of the gate fell to the ground.

They saw the door being cut open, but didn't know why.

The two of them looked inside. It was dark on the other side of the door frame and they couldn't see anything.

There is a superior-subordinate relationship between them.

The woman said without any doubt: "You help me."

The man responded in a low voice: "Yes! Lin Wante is waiting!"

Lin Wan!

Yes, this woman was Lin Wan who came to Ziwei Star to look for Tang Xuan after receiving the news of the spacecraft crash.

After the successful crusade of [Magma], in order to promote new people and deepen cooperation with Lin's side, Lin Wan was promoted to the new special executive officer, with the qualifications to lead the team and train new people.

Wu Liang and another person were both subordinates she recruited.

Lin Wan stood at the junction of the edge space of the funeral home and the normal world, holding a black briefcase. The black briefcase in her hand was the sub-divine weapon she had just mentioned.

During the [Magma] crusade, the kingdom of [Magma] collapsed. Lu Qiqi thought that she was bound to die, so she gave Anbei the pseudo-godhead unique to their twenty-seven-member association. Anbei did not keep it secretly, but handed over the false godhead afterward.

Because the federal leaders supported it, there were no twists and turns in the process, and the pseudo-godhead went directly into Lin's hands.

Lin relied on the technology he had accumulated over the years to decipher part of the knowledge contained in the pseudo-godhead, and initially learned how to use faith, and used this to create a low-end version of the pseudo-godhead - the sub-godhead crystal.

The sub-godhead crystal is weaker than the pseudo-godhead in terms of its ability to absorb free faith and its ultimate belief capacity, but its efficiency in driving faith is similar to that of the pseudo-godhead. After adding faith to it, it can exert a very powerful force.

Due to material problems, the sub-god crystal cannot be recognized by blood, so it can only be used indirectly. Combining special materials to create weapons is a form of utilizing subgod crystals.

The production capacity of sub-god weapons is low. Only three weapons have been produced so far. Lin Wan's team was the first to equip them. There is no need to explain the reason.

Lin Wan said in a deep voice: "Give me all your energy."

The man put his hand on Lin Wan's shoulder and built a simple 'bridge' structure, and the energy flowed from his suit to Lin Wan's suit.

Lin Wan raised the black briefcase.

A steady stream of light blue energy enveloped the black briefcase. The black briefcase was stimulated and released a faint golden light to compete with the energy released by Lin Wan. When the concentration of the light blue energy and the brightness of the golden light reached their peak at the same time, Lin Wan threw the briefcase into the door frame of the funeral home.

Buzz!

The briefcase paused at the junction for a moment, and then disappeared from their sight with a flash of golden light.

Lin Wan's subordinates were delighted: "Success!"

They were not sure that they could send sub-god weapons into the gap, so he was very happy to see the sub-god weapons pass through successfully.

However, Lin Wan, who threw the black briefcase, was stunned in place.

"Lin Wante, wait, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Wan's subordinates expressed concern.

Lin Wan came to her senses: "It's nothing."

Her breath was a little disordered and she felt a little excited, because when the briefcase entered the gap, she saw the scene inside for a moment.

Although she hadn't seen him for a while, she still recognized the wistful face in an instant.

Tang Xuan!

How did he end up in such a dangerous place?

Although she has been in contact with Tang Xuan these days, she doesn't know what Tang Xuan is doing.

If she knew that Tang Xuan came to fight with the ancient gods, she would never have bought a false identity for Tang Xuan and even helped him sneak out of Lin's research institute.

Lin Wan couldn't help but look inside the funeral home, although she couldn't see anything.

She suddenly felt that the connection between Tang Xuan and the ancient gods seemed a little too close. Tang Xuan first deciphered 800 ancient gods' characters quietly, and this time he was directly locked up with the ancient gods.

He didn't go to so many planets in the universe, but he came to Ziwei Star. As a result, the ancient god of Ziwei Star revived. Is this just a coincidence?

Sweet love lowered Lin Wan's IQ, but it did not turn her into a fool.

She still remembered that she and Tang Xuan had met an old man playing the erhu in Shang'anmen Square. Tang Xuan dismissed her and went up to talk to the man alone, but she recorded an unrecorded language.

Later, I took it to a professional language research institution, and even the professionals couldn't find out what language it was.

Lin Wan's eyes were a little worried.

Tang Xuan, Tang Xuan, what secrets are you hiding? It must not be what I think.

otherwise

I, Lin Wan, am about to become the enemy of the world.