I seem to be an evil god

"Huh?" Liu Dao cautiously turned his body towards Yuris, and at the same time ordered the ascending Earthly Dragon to prepare for an attack.

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, Diesel, you have recently undergone a bloodline promotion. Either the bloodline concentration has been increased, or the bloodline has mutated.

"How do you know? Wait, do you mean..."

Diesel's voice made Liu Dao lower his guard and look at Yuris curiously.

"That's right, you have suffered from night blindness again. It's a common problem for earth-blooded creatures. I don't need to teach you how to do it."

After knowing the reason, Diesel easily solved his trouble. This blood disease had troubled him for the first time, so he solved it easily.

I saw a green light coming from his palm and spreading upwards along his arm. This light separated for a while and then converged again, like a branch that kept spreading on his arm.

Finally, the green light merged above his head, and after the intersection, it circled and entangled Diesel's eyes like a ribbon.

When Diesel removed the green light from his eyes, he first saw a tall figure in the shadow behind Liu Dao. Diesel was startled at first, and after taking a closer look, he realized that it was Liu Dao controlling of the undead.

Only then did Diesel realize the meaning of what Liu Dao said before. His face was happy at first, and then slowly turned serious again.

"Gaia, if you want to attract the attention of the Clam King, your undead strength must be at least professional level."

Liu Dao answered matter-of-factly, "Yes, probably around the middle of the professional level. Is there any problem?"

"What's the problem? It's a big problem." Diesel stared at Liu Dao seriously, "You broke through the high-level profession with the energy of blood. Now your summons actually have professional-level strength. What are you thinking? ?”

Liu Dao was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He is a professional, and undead creatures are also professionals. Is there any problem with their strength?

Diesel frowned severely when he saw Liu Dao's stunned look.

"Don't you know the principle of professional conflict? If you practice the bloodline system and the summoning system at the same time, you will face a 'purification maze' when you enter the elite. What do you think?"

Purification maze? Liu Dao looked at Diesel in confusion. Although he had the guidance of master Vivian, he didn't know much about how to enter the elite level.

After all, he had only been in this different world for more than two months. During these two months, various affairs occurred frequently, and the time for true meditation and study was no more than 20 days.

During these 20 days, Liu Dao had to figure out the application of bloodline transformation on the one hand, and at the same time, he also plotted against sly businessmen like Smith. But after gaining the ability to transform blood, Liu Dao had not carried out systematic training and study for a long time.

Diesel's face was full of impatience, but Yuris next to him said calmly: "Don't worry, Diesel, have you forgotten that there is another profession among ordinary professions? That kind of profession does not require Don’t worry about conflicts of knowledge. On the contrary, the more you learn, the stronger you will be.”

Diesel's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Liu Dao with an indescribable look. There was a hint of doubt, a bit of envy, and a bit of undetectable jealousy in his eyes.

What did I do again? Why do you act like I'm awesome? Although I am indeed awesome, you don’t know that I am awesome?

Liu Dao looked at the two people talking to themselves in confusion. From Diesel's eyes, he saw a kind of class opposition and disbelief, as if he was a scumbag before the college entrance examination and suddenly found out that his friend was the legendary god of study. , as if he had already been admitted to a prestigious school that he had only heard about in the news.

Forget it, just show off anyway.

Liu Dao was heartbroken, and nodded pretending to be calm. The expression on his face was unchanged, and he gave a soft "hmm" as confirmation.

Diesel was completely shocked by Liu Dao's affirmation. He continued to look at Liu Dao with an incomprehensible look, then turned around and hurried away without saying another word.

Old Yuris also looked at Liu Dao meaningfully and made a gesture of invitation to him, allowing Liu Dao, who was supposed to be behind, to walk in the middle of the team.

What on earth did they just say?

Liu Dao walked in the middle of the team with a calm expression, with Diesel in front of him leading the way and Yuris on guard behind him. He suddenly felt like a noble traveling out of this dark and dangerous swamp.

At this time, Liu Dao's mind began to spin rapidly. Through the unclear conversations between Diesel and Uris, combined with the people and objects he encountered during his two months of hunting monsters, he roughly summed up a common sense.

In this world, people's cultivation direction should be fixed. Once a certain system is determined as a master, the power of other systems should not be cultivated, or even prohibited. Moreover, to enter the elite level, one needs to purify one's own strength. Once the body If you include two kinds of professional knowledge at the same time, you may not be able to enter the elite.

However, on top of this rule, there is also a special profession that allows people to practice two different directions of power at the same time. People who practice this profession should be very rare and are the default protection targets of the entourage.

Liu Dao thought silently in his heart. It seems that he is now experiencing the genius treatment that only the protagonist can have. He glanced at the hard-working Diesel in front of him with a guilty conscience, and thought curiously:

What if he knew I was a fake genius?

If it were me, I would probably teach him a lesson without hesitation... Liu Dao imagined the scene of Diesel charging towards him with a hideous smile, and couldn't help but shudder.

No matter what you are talking about, this guy, I, Gaia, have fixed it.

The three finally found an open space about a hundred meters outside the swamp. After clearing the surrounding trees, they made a simple small camp using the remaining tree stumps.

After discussion, the three decided to take turns to watch the night, with Diesel guarding the first shift, Liu Dao taking the lead in the second shift, and leaving the shortest shift, the third shift, to old Uris.

After deciding on the night watch time, Liu Dao and Old Yuris each found a tree stump to rest. Liu Dao and Liu Dao sat on the protruding ground in front of the tree stump, rubbed the scales of the dragon under their butts with confidence, and closed their eyes to rest.

About an hour later, the Earthly Dragon, which was lurking under the ground on alert, suddenly opened its huge yellow-orange eyes. Its two vertical pupils looked towards the ground, with a dangerous look in its ferocious eyes.

In the camp, Diesel and Old Uris were together. The demon hunting badges in both hands were shining with a gray light. This was a sign that the emergency communication device had been activated.

After a while, the two people were confused and saw a short line of text: Wanted, Gaia Slanka.

Diesel, who was a little confused, woke up in an instant. Just as he opened his mouth to say it was impossible, the wary-looking old Yuris quickly covered his mouth, his narrow eyes flashed menacingly in the darkness, and he carefully confirmed Before Liu Dao woke up, Old Uris turned back to Diesel and shook his head, telling him to pretend that nothing happened.

Diesel also calmed down at this moment. He glanced at the small font on the badge in confusion and silently placed it close to his body.

Old Eunice nodded approvingly, then silently turned over and returned to a deep sleep.

When the Earthly Dragon lurking underground saw the two villains separated, the khaki light on its body dimmed, its huge dragon eyes blinked humanely, and finally closed its eyes to rest.

At this moment, on the tree stump beside him, Liu Dao, who seemed to be sleeping, turned over, with a faint smile on his lips.