My Tamed Beasts Are a Little Strong

"My beast master is a bit strong ()"

"That's..." Bai Ye realized something.

Go to the window.

Looking up.

The city is densely packed with countless black and transparent silk threads penetrating the sky and the ground.

runs through the sky.

above the void.

It was a dense black mist that could not be dispelled.

The black mist was extremely thick, like rolling ink.

From a distance, it looks like a black cloud, which covers the sky and blocks out the sun.

Countless transparent black silk threads were submerged into the black mist.

And under the black cloud, countless spider-like legs wriggled slowly.

Pale limbs resembled stick insects, with protruding tumors at the joints.

These threads pass through the hole like a black hole.

The black mist spewed out from the hole in the center.

Because of the black fog, the specific appearance of this monster could not be seen clearly, only the dark clouds and the legs under the dark clouds could be seen.

Bai Ye's brain was swollen, and a low, murmuring voice echoed in his mind.

He quickly looked away and sat on the ground.

No, I can't watch it.

Bai Ye has heard that some powerful monsters have great power. When they use all their power, the huge power will affect the spirit and will from reality.

I heard that in some backward and feudal ignorant places, some human beings who have not been able to leave the living planet will believe in monsters of this level.

Consider them gods.

This monster...if it's in the Inhuman Commonwealth.

It is not an exaggeration to be called a god.

[name] unknown

[Strength] Unknown, at least above platinum.

[Ability] Curse, infection, plague, suspected to have a strong physical attack ability.

Bai Ye silently labeled this existence in his heart as invincible.

Even with the addition of Xiaowei's ability, and his arm temporarily "upgrading" through the super-dimensional space, Bai Ye has no confidence to defeat this existence.

Among other things, the size is not inferior to the arm of the super-dimensional queen.

"You've seen it, right? This is the initiator of this plague." Said Xianbrowed Ape.

Bai Ye suddenly asked: "There are other base cities that have also had plagues. Could it be that there is such a degree of existence in the sky above every base city?"

Xianbrowed Ape nodded slowly.

Bai Ye was really surprised this time.

There are so many of this level of existence at one time, which is problematic no matter how you look at it.

Impossible that didn't exist before, suddenly appeared.

This is not a major event that I can intervene.

There are so many capable people in the Federation, some people should be able to see the existence in the sky.

Since there is no action to solve it, either it cannot be solved temporarily, or it is waiting for an opportunity.

The Xianbrowed Ape stood by the window, looking at the huge existence above his head, with a calm expression on his face.

It doesn't know what this is. There are hundreds of millions of races in the starry sky, even if it is it, it is impossible for everyone in the sky and the earth to know about it.

But judging from the breath and appearance of this thing, it has a vague guess in its heart.

This thing is nothing to worry about, what makes it worry about is the behind-the-scenes mastermind behind these things.

 …

Obsidian main city center.

A palace complex covering an area of ​​thousands of acres.

On the top floor of the tallest black tower, there are twelve seats outside a tall round table.

Every seat is occupied by a masked person.

Zichou Yinmaochen did not apply for Youxuhai at noon.

However, the figures of the six masked figures are illusory, and they are projections projected by some means.

Each mask has a bold black lettering on the front.

"A total of ten bodies of rotten people have been found in various parts of the Federation." Shen Mian said.

"These damned aliens!" The ugly face angrily clenched its fists and slammed it on the table. "Sooner or later, they will all be killed!"

"It's useless to say these now." Chen Mian said, "Plague broke out in ten base cities, and more than a hundred million people were cursed. If the body of the corrupted walker is killed by brutal means, the cursed people will suffer serious backlash. "

"Then just watch the plague continue to expand? Infect more people? Stop it when it stops!" Simian's voice was sharp and piercing.

"No! This is hundreds of millions of people, not millions of people! And it's still in our base camp. If there is an accident because of this, the entire Federation will be in turmoil. If it spreads to the front line, it will even destabilize the front line." Wu Mian said.

Except for Zimian, the other eleven people insisted on their own opinions and argued endlessly.

"Okay." Seeing that the crowd was arguing endlessly without any results, Zimian finally said.

The remaining eleven people looked at Zimian.

"Give me the bodies of the ten rotten people." Zimian said.

"But your injury..." Chen Mian hesitated.

"Although it hasn't fully recovered, it's still not a problem to deal with these corrupt bodies without leaving any future troubles," Zimian said.

The atmosphere at the round table became tense.

The remaining eleven made eye contact.

"If it's not possible, let me come back." A young female voice came from Weimian, but Weimian's figure was illusory, her real body was not here, and she was talking through some means from a long distance away.

"No, your task is very heavy, I will go." Zimian stretched out a big slender hand from under the wide black robe, with slender fingers as white as jade.

"Since it's decided, so be it." Hai Mian, who had been lying on the chair as if asleep, said lazily.

There was a rumbling sound from his stomach.

"I'm starving, I'm going to eat."

After Hai Mian finished speaking, he left directly.

"Hey, this guy!" The ugly face's tone was a bit unhappy.

"Forget it, he's always been like this." You noodles and mud.

 …

The main city of Obsidian.

The guard room of a middle school.

Sitting on a chair with a teacup on the table.

The water vapor burned the old man's reading glasses.

Take off the reading glasses and put them on the table.

The hands of the old man are very young, not like the hands of an old man, but like the hands of a young man.

There is an exquisite wooden house on the table.

Through the window of the wooden house, one can see a golden mouse sleeping soundly, with its feet up in the air, its mouth slightly long, and its white beard hanging down wantonly.

creak~

The windows of the pocket cabin are open.

He stretched out his finger and poked the mouse lightly.

"Old buddy, old buddy." The old doorman shouted softly.

The golden mouse rolled over, opened its sleepy eyes, opened its mouth and yawned.

Two front paws wiped the corners of his mouth.

"I'm going to fight side by side with you again." The old man said softly.

The golden mouse squeaked twice and jumped onto the old man's shoulder.

The crutch placed in the corner of the guard room was held in the palm of the old man's hand.

The golden mouse pulled out from behind, and magically took out a toothpick-thick, pocket-sized bamboo streamer.

There are two brush characters written on the front of the small bamboo streamer: disaster relief.

There are also the same two small words on the back: Qu Huo.

The old doorman stepped out of the doorman's room step by step with a cane, and walked on the street.

But a cloud of white mist rose out of thin air under his feet.

Stepping on the clouds and flying into the sky.

On his shoulders, the golden mouse held the small bamboo streamer with both hands and waved it vigorously.

"Eliminate disasters and disasters, remove the old and welcome the new!"

Driving eastward with clouds, the golden light shines for three thousand miles.