You call this a coroner in North America?

Some time ago, Anthony received a stone tablet with a long history.

After deciphering.

He found that this stone tablet was actually an autobiography of a deceased person who was active in a special period.

The special period was actually the feudal period when religious beliefs were active around the world.

From that bygone era, several ancient civilizations had many bizarre legends passed down, forming different myths and legends in various countries today.

The owner of the stone tablet was a person from that period.

The content also interested Anthony.

It was written on it that the owner of the stone tablet was a god-favored person of the blood moon, who was born to control the power bestowed by the mother goddess of the blood moon.

God?

The young Anthony was dismissive of this.

If there really was a god in the world, why didn't the gods of those backward countries come to protect their people?

It can be seen that these were all tricks.

However, Anthony did not miss this clue.

He did not believe in gods.

But he was very interested in things that had records of the blood moon.

Born in a large family, Anthony had no worries about food and clothing since childhood, which led to his pursuit of spiritual satisfaction.

In fact,

He is an avid history and mysticism enthusiast. He is very keen on the ancient historical records of countries around the world. With the wave of colonization, he has been active in the first scene of "cultural relics protection" in various countries, and violently excavated many ancient tombs from long ago.

There is too much information collected.

He gradually discovered something very magical.

I don't know if it is a tacit understanding.

Whether it is the East or the West, there are similar records for some things.

Such as:

"If the moon changes color, there will be disasters"

"Red is for fighting and war"

"God sends ten disasters"

"Eastern mermaids, Western mermaids..."

These records are messy, but there are blood moons.

Anthony is a noble who has received a high-level new education. He knows that the blood moon is actually an astronomical phenomenon, but the ancients were ignorant. Once there is something they don't understand, they will directly throw it to mysticism.

There was nature worship in ancient times.

There are religious beliefs in modern times.

In essence, it is just a means of ruling the people to fool people.

Just as in religion, the least pious people are often the leaders of religion.

As a member of the upper class.

Anthony knows all about these things.

He disdains them, but it doesn't stop him from researching and exploring.

There's no way.

He was born a carnivore.

Life lost its meaning of struggle early on.

Without doing these things, Anthony doesn't feel that he is still alive.

Only by constantly taking risks and digging for traces of history can he feel the meaning of life.

So Anthony found the seller of the stone slab, spent money, got the exact address of the long-ago tomb, and under the escort of bodyguards, traveled through mountains and rivers to this uninhabited area.

Every time he opened a tomb, it was like opening an unknown treasure chest.

Anthony was looking forward to his harvest this time.

Under Anthony's command, his men began to explore the surroundings in an orderly manner, set up tents, and set up safety protection areas...

Everything was very skilled.

Obviously, this group of people is not the first time to engage in such tomb robbing.

Of course, they call this cultural relic protection.

How to protect without digging?

Right?

For this reason, Anthony also spent a sum of money to specially invite the police of this small European country to patrol the periphery to ensure the normal progress of cultural relics protection activities.

In fact, when the police officers felt the thickness of the envelope, they wanted to help.

Otherwise, they would not feel at ease to take the money.

But Anthony was worried that these people were clumsy and refused.

This tomb had collapsed a lot under the corrosion of time, otherwise the stone slabs would not flow to the market outside.

The rest is the main tomb chamber where the tomb owner is placed.

There are many mechanisms set up here.

But they are all minor problems.

With the cooperation of police and the public.

The excavation of the entire tomb was very smooth.

Not smooth.

Once the blaster came up, the gunpowder exploded, and everything went smoothly.

That's it.

After digging and blasting, it took only three days, and a burial pit buried deep underground appeared in front of Anthony.

Received the news.

Anthony got up excitedly and hurriedly followed his men to the new passage opened.

This is the first time that the tomb of the God's favored has been excavated.

I hope there will be surprises!

At the end of the passage, there is an entrance connected to the mountain.

This is a natural rock cave, full of irregular rocks.

There are no records such as murals inside.

There is only a very large coffin placed on a stone platform that is obviously carved out.

The surface of the coffin is rusty.

Below, there are piles of things.

Most of them can be identified as various bone fragments.

It seems that something has broken them.

These bone fragments are piled up in mountains, and the number is astonishing.

The remaining part is a mess.

It looks like various metal debris and decorations left by many individuals, which can be preserved because of the material.

Obviously, this is the main tomb chamber of the tomb.

The main tomb chamber is very simple.

This did not surprise Anthony.

According to the time, the time when the tomb owner died was actually the period when the Black Death was rampant in the European continent.

It was a terrible disaster.

Too many people died.

After the Black Death disaster, a lot of power vacuum was left, which led to a new round of fighting among those in power.

In this case, the population wilts.

Even powerful people find it difficult to mobilize a large amount of manpower to do one thing.

In fact, Anthony's attention was completely focused on the iron coffin on the stone platform.

This coffin is too big.

Don't call it pretending.

Even an elephant can fit inside without any problem.

This is completely inconsistent with the burial habits of the people here.

Anthony felt his accelerated heartbeat and waved to his men: "Open the restaurant!"

With the help of a missing pulley block.

The coffin lid, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, hit the ground heavily.

There is no strange phenomenon, no weird smell that has been sealed for hundreds of years.

The iron coffin is made of molten iron.

For hundreds of years, the rotten smell had long leaked out through the cracks, and then it was completely discharged in the past few days.

But just to be on the safe side.

Anthony still put on a gas mask, and then walked to the stone platform surrounded by several bodyguards.

Simple light bulbs have been installed in the tomb.

Under the light.

Anthony looked into the coffin.

The next moment.

He and several bodyguards were stunned.

A strong man who looked like a wild bear, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously said excitedly: "Waltfak! Is this a monster buried?"

The things inside are really scary!

Inside the coffin, there was actually a humanoid skeleton that was more than three meters tall, with thick bones, but covered with unknown runes.

The skeleton is more than three meters long.

Real people, don’t they have to be four meters tall?

That's not the scariest thing.

The key is that the humanoid skeleton, teeth and head are connected together.

The teeth are like shark's teeth, sharp as daggers.

The structure of the fingers and toes is also obviously different from that of ordinary people, being long and pointed.

It seems like time.

They seemed to see a terrifying monster standing upright with sharp blades in its hands!

middle Ages.

There is no gunpowder.

Such a thing is as likely to kill people as mowing grass!

Anthony said he was no better than a few bodyguards.

He swallowed and recalled the autobiography written on the slate in his mind: I am a favored person of the Blood Moon, born to control the power gifted by the Mother Goddess of the Blood Moon.

Although I don’t know the superpower of this skeleton owner.

But with this body type alone, in the Middle Ages during the cold weapon era, what was the difference between it and a divine being?

Anthony quickly said to several bodyguards and confidants: "Go down and put everyone on alert, and then issue a blockade order, the highest level blockade order!"

This was the first time that several bodyguards saw Anthony being so serious. They nodded quickly, jumped off the stone platform, and began to clear the place.

It's almost time to wait for others to leave.

Anthony put on his gloves, took out a magnifying glass, and began to carefully examine the skeleton in the iron coffin.

Get the skeleton.

His first reaction was that it was thick and hard.

If his eyes hadn't determined that this was really a skeleton, Anthony would have almost thought he was holding a steel skeleton!

When this creature was alive, its body density was astonishing!

This means great force tolerance and explosiveness.

Unimaginable.

How terrifying was this thing in life!

This discovery made Anthony even more excited.

He knew very well that normal carbon-based organisms could not have such bone density.

The God's Favorite of the Blood Moon may really exist!

in an excited mood.

For several days, Anthony stayed in the tomb.

The reason why it took so long was not to study those bones.

The skeleton has been packed away by Anthony.

What he studied was the autobiography of the tomb owner in the iron coffin.

Time is long.

It is one thing that a local language from the medieval period needed translation.

The mental state of the tomb owner was also very confused.

This made it very difficult for Anthony to interpret.

Take a few days.

He finally sorted out what he wanted to know.

The content is very exciting!

The following is the record of the tomb owner:

"I'm going to die.

This was my third death experience.

Fortunately, I prepared everything in advance this time.

I placed myself in an iron coffin.

Before I die, I hope I can be more graceful.

The process of waiting for death is very uncomfortable.

Then record my past.

Said before.

I have died three times.

This is not an adjective.

The first time was when the terrible plague was everywhere.

All my relatives, acquaintances, and most of the people in the territory fell to the plague.

The plague doesn't care whether you are a pauper or a noble.

I fell down too.

At the end of consciousness.

The sky turned into an eerie red.

What a beautiful blood moon.

So I lived again.

My body has undergone miraculous changes.

I'm getting stronger.

My fingernails became very sharp.

I am faster than any beast I have ever known.

My strength can lift boulders.

My muscles are stronger than those knights' armor.

I would also like to thank my night vision and fingernails, without which I would not be able to record these things.

Yes, my nails can easily carve things into steel.

The only difficulty is that I am constantly hungry.

It was a very unbearable feeling.

The remaining citizens are very afraid of me now.

They thought it was because I believed in the devil that I was able to survive and turn into this monster.

I am angry.

So I ate them.

These filthy, smelly pariahs tasted beyond my imagination.

I'm very satisfied.

Even now, I remember the moment when the first bite of flesh and blood exploded in my mouth.

It was such a wonderful time.

I regret not discovering this earlier or I would have had more fresh food.

I am very satisfied with the value that the people contribute.

But my stomach was not satisfied.

It's greedy.

With flesh and blood, I changed more and more, and I became more and more hungry.

This hunger makes me confused.

By the time I regained consciousness, the entire territory was clean.

The bodies disappeared.

I don't want to think too much about what happened in the middle.

A nobleman, but eating stale food.

This is a shameful thing.

So he took his family crest and tokens and started wandering.

soon. I relied on strong force to reoccupy a new territory and gathered more people.

I have ruled here for a long time.

Probably more than a year.

I want to grow my family again.

Unfortunately, it's difficult.

Those women are so fragile.

Breeding quickly turns to eating.

But I got the message.

Next door there was a countess who liked to bathe in the blood of virgins.

I smell the same kind of scent.

In fact, in the more than a year since I became a favored person of the gods, I have met many similar people.

The title "God's Favored One" was also what they told me.

We are the descendants of the blood moon.

We are nobles among nobles!

Now, a countess who was originally a noble and has become a favored one by the gods is actually my neighbor.

Thanks Blood Moon!

very good.

I have a hunch that the other person and I are a good match.

We will give birth to stronger offspring!

All right.

I was wrong.

The other party is scary.

After she received my courtship letter, she was very angry.

I'm dead.

That bitch is horrible.

She ripped out my heart and ate it in front of me.

I lost everything.

Maybe my skin is too tough.

She threw my body into a valley.

Then, I came to life.

Late comers.

Shocked?

It's not a big deal.

I grew a new heart.

It's just that this heart seems to have difficulty driving my powerful body.

I became very weak and often felt tired.

The abilities bestowed upon me by the Great Blood Moon have been severely weakened.

I realized my time was over.

For a long time, I hid here in the valley.

I gathered a group of people again and finally built the current residence.

I also prepared an iron coffin for myself.

Because I am ready to take revenge.

After enjoying being strong, losing it is too painful.

I'm going to mobilize those untouchables and burn that bitch to death!

The plan didn't work out.

The countess was gone.

I'm very lost.

After preparing for so long, the other party disappeared.

So I wanted to find the favored person I met before to find out the whereabouts of the countess.

The results horrified me.

dead

Most of the favored ones I know are dead.

The remaining part, like the countess, gave up its territory, gave up everything, and suddenly disappeared.

What happened?

Want to know the answer?

Turn me over, the answer is in my crotch.

This is my humiliation for you, bitch!

How dare you dig my grave!

Eat my big D! ! ! "

Anthony:

When he translated this, his face turned dark.

But he was very conscientious and helped the owner of the skeleton turn over.

"Thanks.

Where did I end up.

Damn it.

My memory is getting more and more confusing.”

Ignore a bunch of gibberish.

Anthony started from a few words and went on to sort out the follow-up:

“I want to find out where the gods’ favored ones have gone.

The process is difficult.

It seems that there is some mysterious power that allows those favored by gods to uniformly destroy records about them.

This is very simple for us who are all new rulers.

In addition, the time when we, the favored ones of God, appear is very short.

When I tried to trace it, I found it was already very difficult.

How ironic.

I already have a premonition that in more than a hundred years, we will disappear into history.

disappeared together.

And my family’s legacy.

I don’t know why we, the powerful, go crazy inexplicably, and our bodies collapse and die.

I don’t know where those favored ones who survived have gone.

I struggled to survive.

It wasn't until I felt like I couldn't hold it any longer that I learned from a sailor passing by that a large group of people once went to sea and headed to another continent.

That continent is full of black people.

The sailor I caught was very knowledgeable.

He told me that the destination of that group of people should be the land of death in the north of the continent.

That area was all sand, endless.

No one has ever crossed that area alive.

I feel bad.

I just realized that the world is too big.

I used to have endless strength and physical ability, but I never thought about walking around.

Feeling depressed.

So I ate the sailor who answered my questions.

Of course, as a qualified nobleman.

I ate his companion first and him last.

This is a matter of upbringing.

I am very grateful to my etiquette teacher.

Her teachings allowed me to retain my aristocratic dignity.

This is my story.

As for my name

never mind.

My family has become a thing of the past.

Now I am just a poor lonely old man lying in an iron coffin quietly waiting for death."

After reading the final analysis, especially the last paragraph, Anthony couldn't help but look at the mountain of bone fragments.

If he guessed correctly.

The owners of those bone fragments were all chewed into pieces by this monster who claimed to be a poor lonely old man...

This guy's ability to give gifts has been disabled. He can carve words on iron coffins with his fingernails and chew human bones like leaves.

Anthony couldn't help but take out a stuffed cigarette to relieve his somewhat chaotic thinking.

Inhuman skeletal remains, written records, mountain-like bone fragments...

Even though Anthony had received higher education, he still completely believed in the legend of the God-favored one at this moment!

At this moment, he had countless doubts in his mind.

Why doesn’t the blood moon appear later?

Why did a large number of God's Blessed Ones die in large numbers just a few years after the Blood Moon?

Why did the remaining God-Blessed Ones collectively destroy the written records of the God-Blessed Ones and then go to Africa?

Perhaps the answer to all these doubts can only be found by following the footsteps of those favored by the gods.

The last place where God's favored people go collectively is the boundless land of death in the north of Africa.

Isn't this the Sahara Desert?

Anthony decided.

Next step, go to the Sahara Desert in Africa!

Time passes.

Anthony Morgan has been missing from the upper echelons of British society for a long time.

He disappeared from mainstream society.

Occasionally, someone mentioned it, and only a few words made it known that Anthony, this young man, seemed to have run away to Africa with a group of people.

No one pays attention to this.

They care more about stocks, new inventions, and those scandalous rumors.

By the time Anthony appeared in public view again, he had gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

All the confidants disappeared.

He stopped exploring and joined a society.

The name of this academy is the Akaz School.

A niche school that specializes in recruiting high-IQ perverts as students.

As the global landscape changes.

Anthony, who is in his thirties, has never been married.

He left England and headed for the New World, the Commonwealth of America, taking something he had acquired from the Sahara Desert.

Make use of the human resources at hand.

It didn't take long.

Anthony got into the FBI of the United States and held an important position.

at the same time.

A criminal organization that emerged with the rise of the Internet, the Lucifer Organization, also began to appear in the field of vision of federal agents.

This day.

Anthony put on a mask and came to an island base in the deep sea.

After he arranged everything.

From a safe, he took out a small blood-red stone that resembled a human brain and played with it obsessively.

This stone, which looks a bit like a human brain, was the only thing he brought back from the Sahara Desert.

The Sahara Desert is so scary.

In the face of the power of God, human beings are like ants.

He spent several years, but not only failed to find the place where the group of gods' favored ones finally disappeared, but all the confidants in his hands were also killed or injured.

Fortunately, it is not without gain.

This stone is a sacred object he snatched from an indigenous tribe.

Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancestors of their tribe were guided by a group of gods, and finally came back with this sacred object.

It is said that after the blood sacrifice reaches a certain level.

By placing the holy object on your forehead, you can have strange dreams.

In the past, tribes often fought with each other, so some people tried it. After things became stable, few people started malicious fights because of this.

Gradually, this thing became a sacred object.

The natives were sparsely populated and unwilling to try.

Anthony didn't care.

Hence, his subsequent actions.

Today, this stone is what the indigenous elders said before they died: when the stone flashes red, it means the blood sacrifice is completed.

Anthony rushed over immediately.

Come to the quiet room.

He couldn't wait to put the stone between his eyebrows.

In the dream, could there be the coordinate point where the group of gods' favored ones finally disappeared?

Anthony is looking forward to it.

Along with the red stone, it was attached to Anthony's forehead.

In an oasis in the Sahara, a huge and weak will slowly awakened.

Brian transformed and looked doubtfully at Anthony's direction.

Is this a new online application?

He is addicted to the dreamland, transforming his consciousness into thousands of thoughts, forming a networked society, playing various roles, interacting with each other, and passing the time.

After connecting to the Internet, you can enter the dreamland and play for a while after paying a certain amount of consciousness crystals.

Hundreds of years ago.

A group of polluted aberrations came to the oasis transformed into their own bodies and used the special magnetic field here to survive.

The Blaine avatar ignored them.

But a little Heizi, when he left, stole a piece of crystal that was transformed into his body and left.

This thing is actually an Internet thing.

After Brian's incarnation saw that he could receive fresh consciousness crystals and enrich his dream kingdom, he took agreeing to enter the network as a reward.

Unfortunately, all the effort was in vain.

After the opponent played a few times, he couldn't play anymore.

It has been a long time since I applied online.

Be curious.

Brian incarnates and senses the memory of the online applicant.

"I see, now that we have developed into the modern era, I am the only one left with the remaining energy of the Blood Moon..."

He felt like a world away.

The incarnation was originally a part of Brian's body, not even soul consciousness, it was just a disposable item.

There was an accident later, but I managed to survive until now.

He had long been tired of this form of existence.

Now from Anthony's memory, we know the development process of this world.

The avatar came up with a fun idea.

"Destiny... In this case, why not learn from the original body, use the remaining original power to build a so-called golden finger, and then use this Anthony's push to let a thought of mine completely destroy and end this place..."

Blaine turned into a smirk.

Soon, he picked out an idea from his dream kingdom that had a personality very similar to his own, and extracted it just as the other party was about to pay for a sparring session with Ocean Horse.

Subsequently.

Brian incarnated his thoughts and swept across the world. He quickly found a suitable target and replaced his thoughts with the consciousness of a young man with well-developed limbs.

at the same time.

All the origins came together, turned into a little crystallization, merged into that idea, and turned into a police detective panel.

2000, outside Los Angeles.

In a wooden house located deep in the jungle, exaggerated and arrogant laughter could be heard from time to time.

Woods outside the house.

Dean listened to the noise in the wooden house seven or eight meters away, lowered his head, and looked at the surrounding forest environment with some confusion.

Where is this?

Where is the Ocean Horse that I paid a lot of money for?

After three questions from the soul.

Dean trembled subconsciously.

It's like completing some kind of ritual after releasing water.

A numbing feeling ran from his spine to his forehead, clearly telling Dean that everything in front of him was real.

Is this time travel?

At this point, North American Detective Dean is online!