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Big-headed doll?

Little Gwen raised her little face and looked at it carefully for a while, then said seriously:

“Russell, although these two gentlemen do have very large heads, which are not very nice to look at.

But you can't attack them personally, that's not right. "

The two observers looked stiff and forced out awkward yet polite smiles.

Although they don't like the name big-headed doll, the big head is not ugly!

"Little Miss Gwen, we are not earthlings, but an ancient race of observers, and big brains are a characteristic of our race.

In our race, the head is a symbol of wisdom and beauty, the bigger the better. "

Little Gwen nodded thoughtfully.

In her opinion, the so-called race of observers whose beauty is attributed to big heads was made up by the person in front of her.

"Oh, so are you cosplaying as observers? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you.

Everyone has their own flaws, and the most important thing is to learn to appreciate yourself.

Be your own light, illuminate your own path, do what you love, live the life you want, and be the protagonist in your own story. "

Little Gwen spoke eloquently, but the expressions of the two observers became more and more embarrassed.

As I said, their big heads are a racial trait, not a physical defect!

However, looking at Russell with a fierce look on his face, they had no choice but to laugh at him and did not dare to interrupt little Gwen.

"Okay, little Gwen. These two gentlemen have said that they are not earthlings, but aliens."

Gwen held down Little Gwen's shoulders to stop Little Gwen's tirade.

"Russell, do you know them? Why do they seem so afraid of you."

The fear of Russell was almost written on the faces of the two observers.

Except for little Gwen who couldn't see clearly because of his height, the others could see it clearly.

"I'm not familiar with him. I've met him once before in the flickering field. Today is the second time I've met him."

Well, the observer who had made a deal with Russell before, but broke up on bad terms later, has died tragically in the Flickering Field.

The observer bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Russell, can we find a place to chat? About the tickets."

Tickets?

After hearing this word, Russell's expression softened slightly.

He didn't look good to the two observers because they broke the appointment.

After agreeing to leave the flickering field, I asked him to pay for the energy required to watch the battle, but he still didn't come.

After pondering for a moment, Russell said: "You guys find a place to stay for a while. I will go find you after the party."

Helen, who followed, said thoughtfully: "Russell, if you have something to do, go and do it first. I'm a little tired after walking for so long, so I just want to find a place to sit down and take a rest."

"Well, let's find a place to sit for a while."

Bypassing the crowd, a few people found a corner to sit down.

Five chairs, just right.

"Mr. Observer, don't you sit down?" Little Gwen asked.

She had just wanted to give up her seat to the observers, but was refused.

"I don't sit down, I stand all the time."

"oh."

Little Gwen didn't insist. After accepting the setting that the observers were not humans, but aliens, she stopped comforting the observers. Instead, she caught an observer and started asking him about some things in the universe. Interesting facts.

Eileen and Helen also listened with their ears pricked up.

Another observer apologized to Russell in a low voice, explaining why they didn't come over immediately and pay to watch the game.

"God Russell, the observer who was in contact with you before died in the flickering field. I need to sort out his relics to determine the coordinates of your universe. This delayed some time."

Russell glanced at the observer suspiciously and asked, "That's all?"

The observer was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "God Russell has just finished the battle with Sithorn, and we dare not disturb you."

"Heh." Russell chuckled, "You are worried that my mind will be affected by Sithorne's black magic, my mood will be unstable, and I will kill you for whatever reason if I am in a bad mood."

The observer hesitated for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgment of Russell's statement.

"Please forgive me God Russell."

That's the god of black magic!

Little did they know whether Russell would be infected by black magic after fighting Sithorn, leaving sequelae and eventually degenerating into an evil god.

What if?

Have they not become the lambs delivered to the door?

Russell's lips curled up into a smile:

"Okay, I forgive you. However, there is a price to pay for being late. You should also understand me, right?"

Seeing this, the observer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Understand, understand. I wonder what conditions God Russell has?"

Among the information he compiled, this Russell god was particularly fond of energy.

As for energy, accumulated over countless years, he still has a lot of it.

As long as this God Russell doesn't speak loudly, it's all trivial.

"I need a way to quickly increase the apostle's strength."

"Why?" the observer was puzzled.

"Huh?!" Russell raised his eyebrows and glanced at the observer.

Why did this big-headed baby suddenly not recognize his younger brother?

"There are many ways to improve your strength. I don't know which one God Russell wants."

The observer moved his hand across the air, and an illusory screen appeared.

On the screen, there is a single-item sequence list. Each column has a method. Click on it to take a look, and there is a detailed introduction.

There are roughly five methods.

The first one, super soldier serum. The upper limit is too low, pass.

The second type is technological transformation. Russell doesn't like it, pass.

The third type is orthodox magic practice. Too slow, pass.

The fourth type is to forge the magic weapon, and the magic weapon strengthens the owner. To be discussed.

The fifth type is to swallow energy for strengthening.

This kind of Russell has been read in the Dark God's Book, and has also been used by the Blood God. His white energy has similar effects.

only

Compared with black magic, which has outstanding effects but has large side effects and a mediocre upper limit,

When his white energy acts on other people, the effect is almost the opposite.

It is safe, has no side effects and has a high upper limit, but the improvement speed is much slower.

Russell shook his head. The combat power he needed was not the ordinary transcendent level, but the level of the Dimension Demon God.

Although these methods collected by the Observer can greatly improve the apostle's strength, most of them cannot be upgraded to the extraordinary level of the Silver Surfer, let alone the level of the Dimension Demon God.

Only apostles at the Dimension Demon God level can complete the tasks assigned by Russell.

——Finding a suitable hell dimension as food for Russell to obtain energy.

Finding the hell dimension is obviously more difficult than finding a suitable planet.

After carefully explaining the requirements to the observer again, as conditions were added one by one, the number of methods in the list dropped off a cliff.

Finally, the information you need was not found.

"Well, God Russell, how about you make another condition?"

The observer whispered.

“Normally, ancient gods cannot quickly increase the strength of apostles to the level of dimensional demon gods.

Your request is a little bit unreasonable."