Anyway, as long as the devil's vine is not added, the developer is not enough to turn people into idiots, and it doesn't look that dangerous.
She hoped that after experiencing the power of spirit alchemy, the girl would fall in love with this subject completely.
After all, she is not young anymore, and she hopes to pass on this skill as soon as possible.
But she certainly didn't expect that I could easily meet a member of the Treeman tribe whose main tree species is the Devil Ivy...
Staring at the green mist, Hitzfeld imagined what expression Prisma would have when she knew about this, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Trying to find some joy in misery, she pulled the lapels of her coat tight with both hands, trying to make them fit more closely to her limbs.
The intense exercise in the northern winter... then it suddenly became quiet. This was not just ordinary cold.
I vaguely heard Ashley scolding Lily outside, but Hitzfeld was no longer paying attention to it.
She focused all her attention on the green mist, staring at the back of the cloaked man, imagining... imagining... herself being there at the time.
Ever since the green mist appeared, Baliu has been multitasking, keeping an eye on this side while maintaining alertness of the surroundings.
She saw it clearly - from inside the eye patch of Hitzfeld's left eye - that is, from the gap, a burst of blue light suddenly flashed.
The natural orb moved on its own.
Hitzfeld's original intention was just to borrow the ability of her left eye so that she could see more clearly in the process.
But the orb of nature didn't seem to allow her to get only this level of help. The bright blue light scattered and merged into the divine eye. Hitzfeld immediately felt the difference: her control over this eye was much greater than before.
If it was 1 before, it is now 5 or 6.
A very scary multiple increase.
She was a little panicked because she was not sure whether the deepening fusion of the flesh and blood of the Devourer and God... was a good thing or a bad thing.
For Sarah, Bartlett Beach is more than just solving a mythological mystery. Some of the details she discovered are subtly influencing the academic community.
Not counting the theory of equality or biological history, just talking about the branch of the God Devourers, and only talking about "the origin of the God Devourers and the purpose of the God leaving behind the relics"... Regarding this point, those people now have a new conclusion.
They no longer believed that the gods were harming humanity by leaving corpses behind.
The discovery and confirmation of the mythical particles completely destroyed this theory. Many people realized that if the laws of nature had not been tampered with and the mythical particles had not disappeared, then after integrating the skeletons of gods in some ruins, those lucky people might really become gods.
This is definitely a gift, a seed of hope left behind by the great and merciful one when he was buried.
But without the particles, the gift became poison, causing even those who had merged with the divine corpse normally to suffer greatly, and their body functions were greatly reduced.
As for those abnormal Devourers who were fused with unknown corpses, or were forced to be contaminated by them, their fate was even more miserable.
Further deepening the fusion with flesh and blood on that basis would likely completely turn them into monsters.
And Hitzfeld - she had indeed never heard of a special case like her own in any book.
What was fused was the flesh and blood, and organs of the evil god, but that flesh and blood had already been contaminated by the most noble theology in advance.
The two forces were barely balanced in her body, and this balance was only consolidated after she obtained the Nature Orb and completely became the master of the orb.
So in this situation, deepening the fusion of flesh and blood with the evil god... shouldn't cause any problems, right?
I'd better not turn into a monster... into the kind of person Xia doesn't like...
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Hitzfeld's heart skipped a beat.
Because she could feel that as her flesh and blood fusion with the evil god deepened, she would certainly be able to better control this divine eye, but the divine eye also... it also wanted to completely become one with her.
Those tentacles extending from behind the God's Eye... things thinner than nerves... they began to attack the body below the neck.
"cough……"
With his one eye wide open, Hitzfeld grabbed his own neck with both hands.
"detective……?"
Baliu looked a little nervous.
His face was flushed and his tongue was sticking out.
She didn't secretly drink the strange medicine she prepared just now...is that right?
"It doesn't matter."
The abnormality comes and goes quickly.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, leaving only one hand to massage his neck, Hitzfeld managed to speak.
This time the impact was more violent than before. She felt like those things were hiding in her blood vessels, trying to sneak out.
Fortunately, there are collars. No matter how many of them gather there, no matter how fiercely they attack, the blood vessels should be unobstructed, but they dare not cross the line blocked by the collar.
What on earth are you...
Her fingers brushed lightly over the black leather, and the girl felt a deep sense of dread.
Fear comes from the unknown.
This mysterious collar, which is impossible to remove and whose details are unknown, seems to be protecting her, but in fact it is also controlling her life.
"Actually, Detective…I've been meaning to ask this for a while."
Bariwu spoke softly from the side.
"Have you ever thought that the collar you wear is made of human skin?"
Hitzfeld's head turned sharply.
"I'm not kidding you..." Bariu grinned, "Uh... I thought you had met His Majesty before, and His Majesty should have reminded you, but it seems that he didn't..."
"Are you sure this is human skin?" Hitzfeld's face looked really bad when he spoke.
"Let me put it this way." Baliu spread her hands, "Just like humans can tell what kind of tree we are based on the lines between the bark and the stump... the texture of animal skin is also very obvious to us."
"In your eyes, this is the texture of human skin?"
"I'm not sure—"
Baliu could see that she was not in a good state, but since he was the one who started the topic, he could only bite the bullet and continue: "I can only say that it is very similar... Especially the texture of your skin is very similar... It's like it's growing on your body..."
"Do you think this is growing on me?"
Hitzfeld unhappily thrust a finger into the collar, pushing it in from the bottom and out from the top.
It is obvious that although the gap in the collar is not big, it is not connected to the neck.
"Stop disturbing me." She didn't want to pay attention to Baliu anymore. "I want to concentrate on what's inside."
Baliwu raised her eyebrows and walked to the front to warn her.
After all, the noise just now was extremely loud. Even if those lazy humans were attached to the warmth of their beds, someone would surely be here soon.
Hitzfeld once again focused on the green mist. This time, she easily descended into the dream through her left eye.
The cloaked man disappeared, and the first thing that came into view was a painting.
The painting was almost finished, and Hitzfeld's brows jumped - on the canvas was a mechanical centaur rider wearing a black flame cloak.
It was the strange thing that had just chased them, but when she looked closely, she could still find some differences between the two.
The centaur on the canvas looks more freehand, the mechanical structure appears blurred in some places, and there are no two rows of six black flame jet tubes on the back, making it look more like flesh and blood.
So this is a first draft?
Is this what those people originally planned to make?
Before she could guess any more, a hand holding a pen suddenly stretched out from the picture and dotted twice in the shadow of the Centaur's helmet with the paint tip of the pen.
Hitzfeld felt a chill in his heart.
The bright blue paint mixed with black was gently lifted up after the tip of the brush fell, highlighting two undead eyes burning with blue fire.
The men and horses on the canvas seemed alive. She could hear the thunder of horse hooves and the hissing sound of freezing black flames.
"Done~" she heard a voice nearby cheering.
The picture turned a corner, the palette and brush were thrown aside, and a dancing corner of the cloth could be glimpsed at the edge of the view. The person she was relying on - the creator of this painting - quickly walked two steps away, tilted his head and stared at his masterpiece.
The sound is a bit off.
The girl immediately guessed and analyzed the person's character.
Anyone who knows about the plan to create the Black Flame Knight cannot be an innocent person, so he must be an evil follower, or even a high-ranking one among them.
The cloth angle I just saw should be from the black cloak, so I came directly to his main perspective.
then……
She looked at the painting again.
The fact that he did this shows that he has a narcissistic side to his character.
There is a vase of magnolia on the table next to him and many books on the bookcase. He has a certain pursuit of quality of life.
The voice he spoke was very strange, a bit similar to that of Purcell, but with a more metallic texture... It might be because he had surgery on his neck. Since they can create a robot horse to replace some organs, it should not be difficult for them.
After analyzing for a long time, Hitzfeld came to only one conclusion - this was a strange person with a very unique personality.
Then he saw the weirdo raised his hand, and a cluster of surging black flames spurted out from under his leather gloves, submerging the entire picture frame and easel.
He's crazy?
Hitzfeld was startled by his sudden outburst.
I just analyzed his narcissism, what does this mean?
The frame and easel froze rapidly under the burning black flames, and then were quickly refined into a pile of ice slag, leaving only some gray-black powder in the place to prove that they had been there.
"It's boring." She heard the man muttering to himself, "Black Flame Cape? It's handsome, but not cool enough... I need something that can better highlight my talent, preferably something that will scare people to death at first sight."
Then you've almost succeeded.
Hitzfeld complained in his heart.
She didn't know about others, but she was hiding in Baliu's centaur's belly at the time, and she was very sure - when the mechanical centaur urged the two rows of flamethrowers to approach rapidly for the first time, Baliu's four legs did go limp.
"Dong dong dong."
She heard the knock at the door again.
"Come in."
"Doctor... I'm sorry to bother you, but we heard some noise inside..."
"Then do I have to report to you before I destroy defective products? Do you want me to let you in and take a look?"
"Uh! No, Doctor—I'm glad you're okay. We're leaving."
Because the man pulled up his hood before opening the door, Hitzfeld couldn't even see the guest's face. He could only guess from the conversation that they were probably evil followers too - sent by the evil followers to protect this man.
They call him "Doc"?
So he is indeed a high-ranking official...
A researcher among the top executives, he plays a role similar to that of an inventor, and the technology used in the robot horse is most likely created by him.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the scene in front of Hitzfeld's eyes changed, and he saw the mechanical centaur again.
This time it was not a painting, but a real entity. She looked up at the four-meter-tall giant from the perspective of the cloaked man, and tried to use her peripheral vision to look at the surroundings. She felt that this should be a car warehouse.
The car warehouses in the Red Leaf District can basically only exist in those repair shops. Recalling the building structures around the Red Leaf Hotel, Hitzfeld remembered that there seemed to be a repair shop two hundred meters away, called Red Brothers.
Good, she knew where that thing came from...
Then her attention was quickly drawn to the actions of these people: they dragged several people in from outside the warehouse door, and she could vaguely hear the sound of shackles and chains colliding.
"Gently! Gently!" She heard "her own" metallic voice, "I want living people! Living people! Don't kill them! You arrogant fools..."
"We'll try, Doctor..."
The "prisoner" was escorted by a group of men in black, some of whom were wearing normal dark suits or leather coats, while the others were wearing the same felt coat that the survivor brought back by Baliu wore.
They seemed to be very afraid of this guy and were very respectful in their words to him. No matter whether they looked like minions or small leaders, they didn't even dare to look up and speak when facing this body.
Can an inventor-type character make those who dare to associate with evil gods so fearful?
Hitzfeld felt that something was odd, but he couldn't put his finger on what was odd.
Is his face scary?
What are they afraid of...
"Just put it over there, on those mattresses...be gentle...very good!"
