Invincible Chapter 229

The long dark night has come to an end, and the light of dawn has not yet shined.

The darkest and coldest time of the day is the time just before dawn.

The decline of the five-thousand-year magic tide, for extraordinary beings, the thirty years from 1982 to the end of 2012 is like the lowest valley before the dawn. The higher the level, the more serious the impact.

Human beings are transported and transported, transported and destroyed, and gods also exist. Gods also need to rely on the environment to exist, and cannot be created out of nothing. Therefore, they are also affected by the environment, but the scope is larger.

Under such a background, a poor god can also be reduced to a miserable situation worse than a pig or a dog.

For example, Athena, her 88 saint warriors have all withered, her saint clothes are all destroyed, and she can no longer hook up with the cannon fodder who is destined by the stars to work for her.

And her face, the Pegasus Saint who was always the first to wake up and rise to the throne, had already been crushed once again. The people who killed him were well aware of his undead Xiaoqiang and all kinds of explosive characteristics, so they met without saying a word, just opened up the big fight, and the group fights were crushed to ashes.

Now Athena was chained to the bed, her butt pouted like a bitch, her face was flushed, her body was shaking, and there was only a butt curtain covering her whole body.

The man with a burly figure, bronze skin, and perfect muscles like a statue of David just finished venting on her body, and the big horse with a golden sword sat on the throne decorated with black flames and golden magic patterns. The luminous gold chain on the other end of the necklace exerts a spell, which makes Hera, the queen, die of pain.

Known for being arrogant, jealous, and narrow-minded, Hera, after losing her aura of divine power and power, is just another beauty, RBQ, who dares not even cry out at this moment.

Her glory, the great hero Hercules (meaning the glory of Hera, not a parent, but it is said that he drank her milk and grew up, so all kinds of awesomeness) is still loyal to her, but it is useless, A grounded phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. In this era of thin supernatural energy, the divine body is extremely hungry, and the energy swallowed by nature is used to maintain existence, and there is no other way to use it.

Considering that Hercules still had good flesh, the Black Titan waited for the wound to heal every three months before being executed again. His flesh had been used to grow monsters for more than three hundred years.

There is also a goddess of love and beauty, Venus (Aphrodite's Roman name), who has a good body, and acts as a military concubine. Venus is a typical type of duplicity, and all kinds of dirty things After doing everything, the Black Titan thought she was dirty, so it was good to appease the officers and soldiers.

The God Queen Hera knelt and climbed to the throne, and carefully cleaned the Black Titan's body with her mouth. This can be considered flexible.

Why hasn't the old lady seen the wind and rain? As long as you are alive, everything is possible. This is the attitude of the Queen of God deep in her heart. It is precisely because Kane has seen through the nature of these gods that they can let go of any dignity except for "sacrificing their lives", that they feel that they are inferior to Ji Nu.

Of course, there are even more cheap ones, such as Zeus transforming into a daughter named Zeus, and then being all kinds of things... This world seems to have not been blacked out like that, or, Zeus, an old boy, has always been treacherous. It's very technical.

In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in all gods. If you change to the original world, you can still wash the ground like this: ancient primitive, breeding first, open atmosphere...

But in the context of the Heavenly Kingdom of the Gods, it is typical to lose oneself and indulge in corruption after losing the motivation for progress.

One cannot live without ideals, one has to believe in something. So is God.

Black Titan is a god with faith. He believes that he will be able to climb to the top again, so he has never let go, and his fate has been favored by him. His former enemies, wives and daughters, are all slaves. Of course, He himself actually wanted to defeat the enemy in a more dignified way, instead of pulling his family members out of their slumber.

"Energy! It would be great if that crack could open wider and be more stable!" Black Titan thought with desire and dissatisfaction.

He risked dying of thirst and searched all over the underground world before he found that crack.

That rift leads to the mysterious dark dimension, and every time it is connected, a high-energy dark storm gushes out of it, and over time, a large number of solid energy black crystals are formed in the caves of this world.

It was through those black crystals that He turned the tables and built this foundation.

However, after consuming the accumulation of long years, he fell into trouble again. It wasn't until recent years that the rift seemed to have stabilized a lot after a certain day, and the connection time with the dark dimension was longer, and the total annual flow was 2.5 times that of the past. Only then did he feel that the noose around his neck loosened a lot.

He began to use the techniques he had painstakingly developed over the years to create secondary magical creatures as slaves.

He has higher-end golems and magic weapons, but they are too energy-intensive.

The family is big, the business is big, the nozzle is big, the boss is difficult to do, and he is unwilling to wait, so he creates slave soldiers, hoping that they can listen to information and collect resources.

In addition, although the dark energy is good, long-term consumption affects his mind. He has tried very hard to suppress it, but he still often becomes inexplicably angry. Hera and Athena can vent his state a lot, but this trick has become more and more powerful. It's getting more and more difficult to use, and he is considering whether to wake up several well-known goddesses to use it.

To be honest, He doesn’t really want to raise him. The consumption of a goddess is enough to feed a hundred high-end soldiers. Now is the time to employ people, so there is no need to worry about it, but playing the game of hegemony, you can’t do it without a good brain, so it seems that the goddess +1 is not enough. It is more cost-effective than letting a hundred high-end soldiers operate normally.

In short, it is difficult for a clever wife to cook without rice. The more advanced the civilization, the stronger the dependence on energy. God has to be dead.

"Ahhh!" Black Titan became irritable when he thought of this, he stretched his waist and abdomen a few times, and Hera coughed on top of him.

At this moment, a deadwood druid whose clothes and style were similar to the height of the tree helmet came from the entrance of the main hall kneeling and climbing three times, shouting 'Holy! Holy! My Lord is high, My Lord is perfect! '

As soon as the dark titan raised his hand, he took the withered wood druid in front of him, his gaze was like a lamp, he looked at the druid twice, and bared his teeth: "Bad news?"

The face of the withered wood druid changed color in fright, and he hurriedly said: "Please allow the servant to report."

"Too slow!" Tai Tan said as he probed and grabbed the head of the dead wood druid, like a savage eating a big melon, the juicy "Ka Chi!" Click! ’ After eating the head of the dead wood druid, his body was still twitching, and he was pumping blood from the carotid artery one by one.

Not long after eating, Tai Tan raised his foot and kicked Hera more than ten meters away, scolding: "I don't have eyes, I only want to show off! Zeus is also an idiot, marrying a piece of shit like you."

This alone is not enough to vent the evil fire in his chest. Through swallowing, he has obtained the memory of the witherwood druid, which is equivalent to witnessing the black guard array crushing the Skamouthian team and the underground troll team.

He has so much experience that he can immediately recognize that it is a high-end warrior. The dark flow flame energy shield that is always running consumes a lot of energy.

"It's too luxurious! It's too extravagant! Whose team is this? I'm so mad at the god king!"

The Black Titan is envious, jealous, and hateful! He has been suffering for the supernatural energy for many years, and lived in a small and shrunk life. As a result, someone uses supernatural energy in such a luxurious way. How can he not be jealous and envious?

Moreover, the secondary soldier he thought was not bad was wiped out by the opponent with zero damage, and his face hurt from being beaten, hate it!

This team has only been in operation for a few months. It has just been so sweet, and he still expects it to make more achievements. After this battle, it makes him doubt whether it is worthwhile to cultivate these things. This is all the fault of the other party, how can he not hate?

No way, no way! Anger was burning, and he had to vent it.

The Black Titan went to the big bed again and fucked Athena hard again, and Hera hard again. These two Aryans now only have the value of blood and identity left.

After venting for a while, Tai Tan felt his mind cleared up again, his rage was suppressed, and he was able to think rationally.

After digging out the memories of the withered wood druid, he realized that the opponent he encountered this time was very important, and it was very likely that he would be the main obstacle on the road to hegemony in the future.

"Come here, I want information, I want information about this force, no matter the cost, throw out all those gold, silver, and gems!"...

At the same time, Kane was reading intelligence materials.

This was sorted out by the Twelfth Battleship Hall (Intelligence Department) not long ago, mainly focusing on detailed information on London and its surrounding areas.

The information comes from two directions, one is the secret service department of the Ministry of Intelligence, and the other is the market.

Among them, the market information has a high possibility of falsehood. It can even be said that if it is not verified by a private detective team headed by plastic-headed John Paul, most of these market information can only be listened to as gossip information.

But it must be said that sometimes the truth is buried in the rumors in the market. Whether you can find the gold in the sand requires skill and luck.

Like this time, Kane's luck is considered good, and he has indeed found something that can be related to the mysterious forces that he has just encountered.

This force is actually called the Dawn of the Gods, but Kane didn't know it, because it was organized and its behavior was social, so it was named X Society.

The operating project currently exposed by the X community is the living train.

It is known that on this train, there are two projects open to the public, the 'Refuge Bar' and the 'Dream Club'.

They are very particular about the selection of customers, and ordinary people can't even enter.

As for the specific rules, Kane barely summed up one, and he felt that this might also be the most important one. That is, all those who can enter the 'Refuge' bar to play are soulless.

There is a phrase in the East called "lost soul", which is a description of a person's emotional state, but to be more realistic, is it like this when you lose your soul? Have you seen it?

An exaggerated description derived from life, higher than life, but in this world, it can be an accurate description.

Sirius has this quality because he was sucked by dementors in Azkaban for 9 years, and Kane is a soul reflection, not a general lack of soul. No. 8 and No. 13 have artificial souls and experimental bodies. The past is also not an ordinary soul.

Then look at the table where Kane was arranged. There are more than 20 people, including Cam, and four of them have not lost their self-awareness. They are all soulless.

Generally speaking, soulless people do not do well in human society. They are often hated by gods and ghosts, and wish you would disappear. The reason is not all bad, most of them are eccentric or too straightforward.

The main target of the living body train is the things that grandma doesn't hurt, uncle doesn't love, and stinks at home and no one cares about them for two weeks. This is described from the perspective of hunting, that is, those who are outliers, die or disappear, will not attract too much attention from the group.

There is also a saying that the living train chose to perform the gluttonous blood ritual during the Christmas period.

For European and American countries, Christmas has the same meaning as the Spring Festival for Chinese people, especially in this world where extraordinary power exists and the Holy See appears from time to time, it is very grand.

Under such a background, people who don’t celebrate festivals but go clubbing are basically non-mainstream. Especially now that it is the 1990s, although there is a feasting nightlife, it still cannot be compared with the 21st century.

Those who lack souls and non-mainstream, the two are superimposed, and the safety factor is on the rise, so you don’t have to discuss it.

In fact, the people of Scammouth eat not only living people, but also live pigs, cattle and sheep. To put it bluntly, this is a kind of bloody sacrifice, the least wasteful kind.

Although cannibalism is very heavy, it also depends on the environment and objective situation. The people of Scawmouth are not human beings. In their eyes, human beings are edible aliens just like livestock. This is not the same as cannibalism. concept.

To be reasonable, the people of Skarmouth admit that it is bloody and cruel to drink blood; when it is serious, hehe, human beings can arrogantly raise their own status and hold the airs of biological overlords, but the people of Skarmouth have no reason to hold their feet. In its eyes, human beings are more intelligent animals, nothing more. Oh, and the pups are smoother and delicious, just like humans love suckling pig.