Lord of Enigma - Chapter 860

[Chapter 842 Signal Transmitter]

“In the boundless mystery, how many existences of the Origin Protoss level exist?”

“…Master, we know there are, but the number is unknown. Maybe only the masters know the specific number. As slaves, only when the supreme existence is willing to be known by us can we chant his name and tell him about him. In addition to the supreme origin Protoss, only the great young Creator has been granted to us at present.”

“Young Creator?”

Tang Qi didn’t expect to get such an unexpected answer when he asked casually: In the boundless mystery, there is indeed the same supreme existence as the “Original Protoss”, but the black muds are only allowed to know one of them.

The hundreds of millions of tiny invisible faces, wriggling in black mud, opened and closed, spewing secret knowledge: “The great young creator, he claims to be a novice supreme, he is learning how to create things, how to create new boundless mysteries, his subordinates There are servants too.”

“The great race of the Witztons, and the few surviving members, all serve the young creator, collecting, experimenting, transforming…etc for him, and their functions are similar to ours, but the Witztons are very unlovable, except for one of them. A member of the ‘Messenger’…”

The hundreds of millions of faces in the black mud were still extremely loyal to tell Tang Qi the secret knowledge, but at this sudden second, Tang Qi, who was in a state of soul, felt a little sluggish.

Between his eyebrows, a slight swelling that was easily overlooked appeared.

“The limit is reached. Knowing everything really only has uncertain authority. If it continues, it will slide to an even worse ending.”

This enlightened thought poured out, and Tang Qi interrupted Heini’s story without hesitation, and asked the last question.

Although Tang Qi knew that the secret knowledge controlled by the Black Muds of the Origin definitely surpassed that of the Bakerfast Chair, and the two were not at the same level, especially “Fake” was just a shadow of the body. As long as Tang Qi thought about it, he could ask many questions. The drool-worthy secret of polymaths.

For example, the most complete and mysterious list of “All Spirits”?

Or what are the sources of godless divinity?

Even in the boundless mystery that can be explored, how many secret realms contain sacred objects?

Questions such as this, according to the posture displayed by the black mud of the origin at this time, they will probably not have any concealment to say.

But Tang Qi didn’t ask that, he spit out the last sentence without hesitation:

“How do I make my eyeballs evolve?”

It is extremely direct, and it points directly to the core problem.

Perhaps it was because he was used to Tang Qi’s “master attitude”, and the millions of faces of the black mud of the origin only hesitated for a moment, and quickly gave an answer.

“…great master, we don’t have the right to know too much, but more than one master has said that because he is omniscient, he is omnipotent… This is a riddle that humble servants cannot understand. I hope it can help you, master.”

After the Origin Black Muds said the answer, which was equivalent to a riddle, feeling the swelling and slight pain surging from the soul, Tang Qi stretched out a palm without hesitation and exercised his authority.

“Deconstruction!”

“vomit”

The next moment, with Tang Qi’s icy cold and full of irresistible majestic voice.

The scene that happened once happened again in the furnace universe shrouded in blazing flames. The black mud seemed to have been hit by an incomprehensible blow. They squirmed wildly. Hundreds of millions of granulation buds were born trembling, and at the same time, they split apart. They began to vomit, spitting out the “source of divinity” one after another to the outside world.

In the furnace universe, the furnace master that appeared in the form of infinite flames, the great He was attracted by the source of divinity that was constantly accumulating and floating.

He couldn’t understand what that despicable “pseudo-believer” was doing to the cold and sticky feces, but obviously one of the consequences was that the feces kept spitting out the devouring godless source.

Until they couldn’t vomit, Tang Qi resisted the sudden increase in pain and spit out two more words.

In fact, when Tang Qi was exercising his deconstruction authority, the Origin Black Muds who always maintained a “beautiful” and “revered” attitude, the empty faces roared at the same time, and they once again cast a cold and deadly majestic malice.

As a fragment of information shows, they are not true surrenders.

They are disguising, trying to deceive Tang Qi.

Unfortunately, since Tang Qi showed his soul form, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Tang Qi’s authority is incomplete and uncertain.

But the existing authority is enough to crush the black mud.

“destroy!”

Along with these two words, an invisible storm blew past. The gigantic black mud screamed wildly, and the screams that were enough to destroy the souls of many divine creatures stopped before they sounded, and they began to annihilate, dissipating directly into nothingness bit by bit.

Until the deepest “foreign object” appeared in front of Tang Qi.

It was a mass of viscous mud that fixed the hollow face. The baby had a big head, and it was pitch black and cold. Every time it wriggled, every time it changed its form, it released a devouring light and froze the soul. extraordinary characteristics.

There is a pothole between its eyebrows.

There, there was supposed to be an eyeball, a one-off, that was used by them.

This group of special black mud that was “marked” by the Origin Protoss tried to break free from the soul space and escape the moment it appeared, but it immediately fell into a white palm shrouded in the dim light of the soul.

No matter how hard it struggles and bites, it cannot escape.

It changed a lot of teeth and mouthed, trying to bite Tang Qi’s palm, and at the same time, it spurted out a malicious clamor, still cold and dead, but this time there were no more billions of overlapping sounds.

“… thieves, shameless, despicable eye-stealers…”

“The great master… won’t let you go…”

Tang Qi ignored these and just looked at a piece of debris flowing past.

“The core black mud marked by the Protoss will continue to send signals to the darkest universe, and the sleeping Protoss will decide when to wake up based on its feedback? Or which member wakes up?”

Almost instantly, Tang Qi had the idea to deal with it.

Coincidentally, he also has the corresponding authority.

“Remodel!”

The white palm gently stroked the black mud that was constantly biting him, visible to the naked eye, as if a picture that directly modified a certain material concept was born: the thick, cold black mud instantly solidified, and the “malicious thoughts” inside It was completely wiped out, and only mechanical thinking remained, and it could still emit signals uninterrupted.

In its current form, it looks like a palm-sized “black masonry” with some inconspicuous buttons on the surface, and an antenna-like thing extending out.

Bleak and eerie, but unremarkable.

All its extraordinary characteristics are compressed inside by Tang Qi, and will not show up, nor will it cause any pollution incidents.

New pieces of information appeared in Tang Qi’s eyes.

“Extraordinary things: mysterious signal transmitter, it will continuously send the same signal to the darkest universe, the content is: prey catching… catching… infinite loop.”

…

In the melting pot universe, Tang Qi, who was in the form of a dream tentacle monster, suddenly woke up. His countless phosphorescent tentacles slowly opened, and at the end of one of the tentacles, an inconspicuous black masonry strange object was rolled up.

Opening his dream eyes again, Tang Qi saw dozens of “foreign objects” exuding divine aura before him.

Each has a fatal temptation, floating between Tang Qi and the master of the furnace.

It was Tang Qi who forced the black muds to spit them out. The fetishes like “Mesolia Broth” and “Evil God’s Meat” also included the dozen gods that the black muds used to lure the masters of the furnace to help. thing.

Every fetish has different divine powers such as death, war, chaos, fire…etc.

And there is one thing in common in the pieces of information they show: it is a gift from the Origin Protoss, and the Origin Black Mud can use these fetishes to exert extremely powerful power.

Not long ago, the bribes of the black mud were rejected by the master of the furnace.

The reason sounds normal, the furnace dislikes these fetishes from what it thinks is “feces”.

Tang Qi believes that the furnace does have this idea, but more, it is for other reasons.

Deconstructing, destroying, and transforming the “black mud of origin” brought a lot of burden to Tang Qi’s soul, and he did not intend to delay too long in the furnace universe.

He glanced at it quickly, and immediately behind Tang Qi, dozens of divine tentacles twisted and twisted, and from the pile of fetish objects in front of him, about a dozen fetish objects with different breaths were rolled out, and then he involved “Diana” in the In his arms, the dreamy phosphorescence flickered violently immediately.

At the moment when Tang Qi left the furnace universe, his clone, Tang Qi, the second Tang Qi of the furnace witch king.

Bowing slightly, he said in a voice of undisguised gratitude and respect:

“My Lord of the Furnace, there are still some residual problems in my body that need to be resolved.”

“He asks you to burn these evil, chaotic sources of divinity, they should never appear again.”

“Generous and great you, please do this favor.”

No. 2 Tang Qi’s words immediately received a familiar response.

The flame that was about to subside came up again, engulfing the remaining twenty or thirty divine sources, and the signboard of the master of the furnace roared: “Despicable guy…I want to sign a longer contract…great The melting pot will not be deceived…”