Blue and White Society Chapter 881: The evil **** who can prostitute for nothing

"Eh? Eh!"

"What the hell!"

"It's coming out!"

The immortals are soaring in the sky restlessly. They stand tall and see farther, and they can see that there is some kind of incomparably huge existence floating up in the deep sea.

The black outline in the deep sea, as if soaked in ink, is getting bigger and bigger.

Then, huge tentacles protruded from all directions of the island one after another, and they seemed to be connected to a certain terrifying evil god.

The entire Limit Island suddenly seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​boiling tentacles.

The tentacles didn't deliberately attack any creatures, but they gathered towards the top of the mountain, swelled and squirmed, and naturally squeezed and ran over thousands of strange beasts.

The beast that was crushed by the tentacles roared or wailed, its body began to melt, and after a while it rusted away like a piece of iron running into the sea for thousands of years.

David was in a milky white majestic body hundreds of meters high, holding a tome in his hand, whispering.

Hundreds of tentacles were immediately under his control, lashing and piercing the alien beasts that had already attacked the mountain in a targeted manner.

Clean up the monsters that endanger the peripheral personnel one by one.

"What kind of monster is this!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

The immortals can no longer keep calm, obviously they are just bodies, and if they die, they will die.

The primordial spirit entrusts the way of heaven, and the sect can revive them, so it is not a loss at all to die here.

But seeing thousands of tentacles breaking through the water from the deep sea, I still couldn't help screaming.

The body with harmonious yin and yang and perfect five elements also began to secrete various hormones inexplicably, and a disorder that could not be suppressed no matter how much breath was adjusted began to erupt in the body.

At this moment, they feel that they have become mortals, and their extraordinary state of mind is gone.

Thanks to Yuanshen's absence, otherwise the Niwan Palace would have to be shattered!

"Not good! Thunderhawk is out of control!"

The immortals wanted to leave, but they couldn't. Hundreds of tentacles waved towards the sky, whipping out a cloud of blood.

Although only a few hundred people died, the mounts under their crotches went crazy, and they slammed into the sea one by one.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

A hundred thousand Thunderhawks pierced through the air, creating a sonic boom, like a supersonic plane, plunged headlong into the dark sea water.

After that, there is no more, what is waiting is the rusty corpses floating on the surface of the sea.

Without their mounts, one hundred thousand immortals fell to the island one after another.

At this time, David was talking to Mo Poor. Hearing that David summoned Cthulhu, Mo Poor couldn't help asking: "Will Cthulhu turn them into frogmen?"

David said: "No, they don't have souls, they are just shells with consciousness and memory."

"In the eyes of the evil god, this is an existence lower than any animal. An existence that is too low is not worthy of being assimilated. It is not even an ant, but the environment."

Under the terror of the evil gods, some people will transform into Hydras, frogmen and other dependents, but this is actually because the evil gods they see are too low-level...

Some high-level evil gods, human beings will go crazy when they see them, and there will be no transformation phenomenon. That's because human beings are not worthy of being transformed...

This is the case with the Hundred Thousand Immortals at this moment. They have no souls. From a certain point of view, their status is at the same level as clones, lower than normal humans, but they are not worthy of being dependents like the environment.

Therefore, these immortals may live in nightmares forever, have horrible hallucinations from time to time, and gradually collapse.

But because it is not a transformational shock, he can still maintain part of his sanity, but he is hysterical.

This is the difference in the measurement scale, and it is not a logic.

"This is not good. The enemy only leaves a shadow in the soul. Our people are feared indiscriminately, but they will turn into inhumans instead." Mo Poor said.

David said: "Isn't there still your son here?"

"Teng Kong is here?" Mo Poor remembered that he had a godson.

"Of course, without him, how would I dare to summon Cthulhu?" David said.

During the Battle of Gaia, David only summoned Cthulhu's tentacles, but he didn't dare to summon Cthulhu as a whole.

On the one hand, it is because Gaia is indestructible and spiritually resistant, calling Cthulhu out will not hurt Gaia.

After all, it comes from the void server. Although the evil **** in the virtual game can have the same ability in reality, its absoluteness is lower than that of any containment in reality.

On the other hand, this thing kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred. The Battle of Gaia called him out, not to mention that it didn't work, and it also caused great damage to friendly forces.

Although it can be pulled into the game and removed with the purification necklace, it is too troublesome.

To enter the game, you have to clear a level before you can get out. In combat, this is equivalent to reducing your vitality.

Now, with Zhao Tengkong, the descendant of the Qing Emperor, he can help people get rid of abnormal mental distortions anytime and anywhere.

More than that, it can transfer mental states to enemies.

I saw David controlling the tentacles to attack the immortals fleeing in panic on the island, while Zhao Tengkong was running among the crowd, helping everyone to divert their mental distortions.

Transfer the spiritual distortion that should have been suffered by the friendly army to the immortals, and immediately these immortals who are not worthy of being assimilated and have no souls are forcibly assimilated.

This is real damage! Once the assimilation is complete and you become a frogman, then the soul of your hometown will also be alienated.

After all, transforming into a follower of the evil **** is not only a physical change, but also a change in personality logic and thinking mode. For example, the person who became the Hydra at the beginning felt disgusting to humans, but the Hydra is so beautiful and harmonious.

It will also affect the primordial spirit entrusted in the way of heaven.

For a while, Zhao Tengkong became a big killer.

Being killed by David with his tentacles doesn't matter, it's just a death. But it would be really cool to be targeted by Zhao Tengkong and divert the mental distortion.

Unless the corresponding absolute characteristics are also cracked, no fairy art can stop them from liking moist and swollen eyes more and more.

It won't die, but their logic is no longer on the side of human beings, and it is impossible for Tiandaomeng to accept such aliens.

"Puff!"

Zhao Tengkong was busy running around, with nine pagoda tree branches in his hands, plugging and pulling, pulling and plugging.

He was covered in blood, his aching calf was shaking, and he stumbled.

Two medical staff followed him to treat him, but Zhao Tengkong was still too young to bear such a high-intensity task.

Although some people can persist for more than ten minutes under the impact, others will collapse in tens of seconds.

Zhao Tengkong's ability to activate his ability became slower and slower, and he was about to cry.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm too busy..." Zhao Tengkong said anxiously.

David frowned slightly, everything was well arranged, unfortunately, Zhao Tengkong was still a child.

He is not enough to be one of the core of this tactic.

There are thousands of people here to save, including Zhao Tengkong himself, and he has to divert his crumbling mind from time to time.

After all, Zhao Tengkong can save people, but he is not immune like David, he himself will be driven mad by the news of the evil god.

Whoa!

Mo Poor suddenly appeared, stared at Zhao Tengkong and said, "Don't think about your own death, don't think about the pain of a branch being inserted into your body, don't think about the emptiness of blood flowing out, don't think about what you can't do... "

"You only need to think about one thing: who is next."

"Don't forget, when you can still think, it means that you are not crazy, it means that your blood has not really drained, it means that you are still alive. So, you just need to continue to save the next one. "

Mo Poor used some speech and hypnotic techniques to inspire Zhao Tengkong.

There are commissioners using nano-medicine to maintain his life, Zhao Tengkong will not stab himself to death.

After listening to Mo Poor's words, Zhao Tengkong gritted his teeth and continued to help the peripheral personnel who were about to go mad with depression.

David's spiritual link said to Mo Poor: "Don't put all the burden on him, he can't bear it. The fault tolerance rate is too low. It is impossible to expect him to keep thousands of people from being assimilated during the battle. "

Mo Poor said with a smile: "I didn't make him have to succeed, I just taught him to fight to the end."

"I see. Will you teach your own son to do the same?" David laughed.

"Uh... I won't have children in five years. What about you? By the way, you don't seem to be interested in women at all." Mo Poor asked.

David's face suddenly became tense, he hesitated for a long time and said: "Confidential."

Mo Poor looked weird, and said, "Could it be related to your supreme fear?"

David said with a dark face: "You don't ask, what should I do if there are people who Zhao Tengkong has no time to treat and are about to be transformed? I didn't contact them in advance, so I couldn't pull them into the game. "

Seeing that he changed the subject, Mo Poor didn't ask any further questions, but said, "You must have someone behind you, right?"

David said: "I have already told everyone that once you can't hold on anymore, you have to transform, and if Zhao Tengkong is too late to save... then choose to believe in the evil **** Poluoge."

Mo Qiong understood, it turned out to be this way.

If you want not to be distorted by your mind in front of evil gods, apart from all kinds of spiritual resistance methods, then you have to believe in other evil gods...

It's like deafening yourself instead of being deafened by the contained object.

As long as the evil **** you believe in is higher or at the same level as the evil **** in front of you, you can be immune to the opponent's information impact.

There is no doubt that whether it is Cthulhu's performance or the records in the evil mystery book, Poluoge is the most powerful evil god.

So if you have to believe, believe in the strongest.

It is clearly recorded in the Evil Mystery Book that if you believe in the polo song, you don't need to pay any price for all the above mysteries!

"Belief in evil gods, this kind of thing is a lifelong thing! Don't people turn into monsters that may be more treacherous than frogmen and hydra?" Mo Poor said.

At the beginning, Lord Gou was unwilling to believe in Po Luoge, so he would rather bear the "horror shock beyond human imagination", and finally carried it through with his iron will.

David said: "No, you can quit."

"Huh?" Mo Poor was astonished.

David said: "Because of this crisis, I was thinking hard about how I could let go and fight, and suddenly I thought of trying to believe in polo songs with all my heart..."

"Wait a minute! Aren't you unable to 'believe' in any evil god? The belief in this system is a kind of spiritual distortion of active acceptance, so you will change to the logic corresponding to the evil god. Your spiritual resistance is too strong, so You can't believe in any evil god." Mo Poor said.

David shook his head and said: "Don't forget the stigmata. I used the stigmata to try to believe in the Polo song, and then... when I really use the evil tome, I don't need any sacrifice or price. In other words, I Believe in polo songs and resist unknown transformation."

"Then something miraculous came. I discovered that the evil **** Poluoge actually allowed his family members to betray him! If you want to retreat, you can retreat!"

Mo Qiong understood, so there is such a good evil god.

Freedom of belief! You can **** for nothing!

"So, after the battlefield is in the city, you can also use the evil tome! Let ordinary people believe in polo songs, immune to the impact of evil gods, and just quit after the war!" Mo Poor said.

David said: "That's right, but we still have to worry about the level of evil of the Polog family members. If they have a strong tendency to violence and killing desire after believing in it, it will be a matter of great distress."

"Belief in evil gods means that everyone in the city has become a monster, and we can't be hurt. After all, we can be saved afterwards and we can quit our belief. This is equivalent to creating a bunch of enemies that cannot be beaten."

Mo Poor said: "It's acceptable, it's nothing compared to you being able to use the Evil Mystery Manual wantonly."

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