V2.Chapter 136

Tang Qi can see that Hal rocky actually wants to do it and vent it in another way. For example, he forces the so-called "messenger" who has an infinite charm in front of him. Under him is a soft and snow-white bed, isn't he.

But unfortunately, he is still paralyzed and powerless.

Tangqi now knows why the black mud think that the most lovely of those members of the witston people is the "messenger".

The living body in front of us has a wonderful ability to change into "mysterious things".

Tang Qi is in the realm of illusion, without hesitation, peeping at each other with his knowledge of everything.

If the target is the young creator, Tang Qi will certainly not die, but he is only the other party's servant, but he has no scruples.

At the next moment, the sticky and smooth silver light erupted, and complex pieces of information gushed out.

[divine entity: messenger.]

[status: separated.]

[information fragment 1: one of the remaining members of the great race, the witston people, is an ancient and mysterious life. The witston people have had a brilliant civilization and history. They have even slaughtered more than one God. Each witston people has far more wisdom than humans and most races. Every adult witston person is a "great scholar".]

[information fragment 2: the demise of the witston people originated from a failed act of killing gods. For some unknown reason, they chose to attack the extremely mysterious "young creator", and the brilliant civilization that once killed gods was evaporated in the blink of an eye.]

[message fragment 3: in order to preserve the seeds of civilization, several members of the witstonians prayed for forgiveness from the creator and promised to serve him forever. These members are engineers, explorers, adjudicators, cleaners and messengers.]

[message fragment 4: the five surviving witstons were given different powers by the creator. The same thing is that they all obtained eternal life, but four of them were deprived of their reproductive ability. Only the messenger could be retained, but it could not reproduce blood without the permission of the creator.]

[information fragment 5: the messenger has the power of immortality, evolution, time travel, space transfer, mind control, flesh and blood magic... She has transformed into a divine creature. Her body has gathered the results of all experiments of the witston people, and the engineer named it "life formula".]

[information fragment 6: the source of the life equation is the young creator, which is an extension of his "creation power". The messenger with the life equation can resist or even kill a powerful God if the noumenon comes.]

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"The equation of life, the power of creation."

Tang Qi peeps into new secret knowledge, a secret information of mysterious existence that can be compared with the original Protoss.

Only the sovereignty handle held by the other party is enough to illustrate the power of the "young creator".

Create everything!

This divine power seems to be more terrible than the "creative power" held by thum.

"However, if the boundless mystery really has a supreme [creator], then all spirits such as the origin Protoss, the fate bitch and the rotten Father God should have no living space. Since he can create all things, he must also destroy all things, he should be the strongest supreme."

"Black mud once said that the young creator is just a new Supreme, no stronger than the original Protoss, and his goal is to create a new... Boundless mystery?"

"The great race of witston people serve him, carry out various experiments for him, and play with a large number of lives and the world. Are they accumulating data?"

"But even the incomplete and young creator must not be something I can fight today."

These thoughts fell, and Tang Qi had no idea of breaking away from the world.

Believing that you can't fight the young creator doesn't mean you want to escape.

Since there is a chance to peep into the secrets of a supreme God, Tang Qi will not let go.

Moreover, the current plot seems to become more exciting and interesting.

The powerful "messenger" had no response to Hal Lodge's abuse, as if the object profaned by those dirty words was not himself.

As for Hal Lodge's repeated attempts to insult the creator, he couldn't.

His thoughts come from the bottom of his heart and will be eliminated immediately.

Seeing Hal Lodge's doubts and anger, the messenger opened his mouth gently and said with temptation:

"The number of the universe in the laboratory is sf1725. At the beginning of the birth of all life in the universe, the depths of the soul will be branded by engineers."

"One of the settings: no life in this universe can desecrate the great creator."

"This setting cannot be violated, even on your planet, the human life that has the opportunity to ascend God is the same."

"This is your destiny. Accept it."

The messenger was as beautiful as an angel, but her words were cruel to Hal Lodge.

Once again, he knew that he was an experiment to be played with and that the world was false.

Hal stopped blasphemy. He looked directly at the beautiful "messenger" in front of him and asked hoarsely, "why don't you destroy me? Why do you want me to know this?"

"Because the great creator wants to play a game. You are the beginning of a new way of playing and an interesting prop."

The messenger answered Hal, while her back wings kept falling, silver gray feathers with soft touch gradually wrapped Hal Lodge.

Each feather seemed to have extraordinary power, which made Hal Lodge feel numb and itch, and his body began to change.

The messenger's voice was still ringing in his mind.

"According to the habits of engineers, the experimental world like this will restart every other period of time. It's not complicated or difficult. It's just to make up and design again. Some experimental bodies will still exist and some will disappear, but the development of the timeline will change."

"After many restarts, the experimental world will be ecstatic."

"The bad news is that the world has only one chance to restart before it is destroyed."

"But you are lucky because you were watched by the great creator once, and he decided to give you and the world a chance."

"He will leave a projection in the universe. The projection is extremely weak and small for the great Lord himself, just like a grain of sand in the sand sea... You can use all the methods you can think of to find a great projection. As long as you can complete one look at each other, the world will be free."

Hal Lodge couldn't say anything. He was in a painful transformation.

His body was still paralyzed, but his soul was crying wildly.

He watched the "messenger" stick to himself bit by bit.

If it was before he knew the truth, the picture would make him feel the ultimate pleasure, but now all he feels is humiliation.

Something strange is happening to him.

He is gaining some strength beyond his imagination. It is a large number of complex and terrible divinity. Self-confidence makes the body penetrate into Hal Lodge bit by bit, which completely transforms him.

In addition, there was a reaction to his thing.

The strange and irresistible "communication" appeared between him and the messenger.

There was no bedding, nor did he ask if he would.

In his ear was the lure of the messenger.

"As a 'new prop', I will transform you with the permission of the great creator."

"Hal Lodge, the human experimental body, you will gain the power close to the true God, and other experimental bodies in the universe will not really kill you."

"As a reward for being selected, I am willing to multiply some blood with you. I can guarantee that they will not become experimental subjects."

"This is a memorial, yes, a memorial."

"Such commemorations have happened many times. After all, when the number of experimental subjects and experimental world reaches a certain level, I will always meet some interesting objects, and I always like to communicate with interesting experimental subjects and leave some offspring. You will also be one of them."

Normally, the messenger's words were enough to weaken Hal Lodge completely.

But no, he completely lost control of his body and could only passively bear all this.

Although Hal Lodge's heart was tortured, his body was not.

His body is feeling waves after waves, like a never-ending pleasure tsunami. His senses become extremely sensitive, and his soul is almost completely submerged.

But at this time, the terrible voice of the messenger continued to come.

"You have gained a lot. If you are given time, you may be able to ascend God."

"But unfortunately, I don't think you can save the universe, save yourself and the people you love. You will face the malice of a large number of experiments... And there may be several other witstons who will stop you."

At this point, the messenger paused, waved his palm, and four images were summoned.

The first figure is an intelligent creature with a mercury body. It is covered with gray spots, wearing complex clothes, and has a large number of uncountable organs and limbs, including hundreds of millions of arms, fingers or others. However, these are not important. What really attracts attention is a triangular eyeball on the creature's forehead.

There seemed to be countless terrible shadows in those eyes, which made the true God fear.

"He is an engineer, the creator of all the powerful creatures in your world, including yourself."

"Hoo"

Without waiting for Hal lodge to take a closer look, the second image emerged:

The creature has a flat body like a black flytrap. In the slightly open gap of its head, a black cicada shaped creature with green eyes is exposed. When the "cicada" looks at it, there will be no secret of any life or dead object. The invisible tentacles diffuse from its body to all the unknown.

"He is an explorer."

The messenger's voice fell and two more figures emerged.

The broad and bloated red robe wrapped most of the body, only the head and four arms stretched out. Its bird shaped head was wearing a rusty iron crown, and its four arms held the torch leaking the flame, the broken long sword, the rope winding itself and the broken eggshell.

"He is the arbiter."

"He's the cleaner."

With the messenger's last introduction, Hal looked at the fifth witston.

This time, he didn't see the real creature. He just saw a pair of hands.

In the dark starry sky, a pair of silver and black palms with black cracks and extreme terror appeared.

"Boom"

In the soul tremor, the messenger's warning came.

"The engineer, explorer and adjudicator may only stop you at will, but the cleaner, if you meet him, you will be erased."

"This is one of the exciting parts of the new play, and the great creator hopes you won't meet his most terrible servant."

Having said this, the messenger, who had almost completely adhered to Hal Lodge, moved his lips a very short distance, which made them complete the final ceremony.

"Hiss... Ho ho"

At this sudden moment, Hal's recovered body tightened, and his red face showed a strange look.

The fine liquid mixed with red, white and silver secreted from the pores of his whole body, and his eyes widened to the limit. There was fear, anger and unwillingness that could not be dispelled.

This state has lasted for a long time, and he has been losing the essence of his life.

If he had not had the power to approach the true God and the strange blessing of reproduction, Hal Lodge would have become a mummy.

PS: thanks to the leader of the alliance, sersky, the black tiger who suffered bad news, and the reward of waking up naturally after sleeping.