Chapter 206 Unification of Strength

Faroza closed Sally's cocooning room to make sure no one else would interfere.

Considering that the Rat Witch is likely to gain great power, Faroza is very surprised and somewhat disgusted.

In Faroza's view, Sally has cheaply obtained the beliefs of the rat people, and is a thief who squeezes ideals. Everything about her is fake.

Strength and wisdom must be pure and come from their own accumulation, not the projection of external forces.

Now Sally touched the realm of becoming a god one step ahead of her, which made Falosa's psychology very unbalanced. On the one hand, she wants to become a god like Sally, but on the other hand, she is limited by insufficient resources.

More importantly, this underwater expedition exhausted Faroza's energy, and she had to take a good rest for a while.

Xu Yang sent her back to the secret room. She was very quiet along the way, and her footsteps were extraordinarily heavy. Xu Yang could roughly judge Farosha's psychology. Strong, the change of the mouse witch has reached the red line.

"There's no rush," he said. "You have to give yourself time."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm in a hurry or not. It's like racing against a monster," Falosa said. "If you run slowly, you will be caught up and eaten. There is no room for flexibility."

She felt that she was far from strong enough.

"However, you have to act accordingly," Xu Yang persuaded, "If you want to rest, rest well, and don't let other things occupy your energy."

Even though her mind was heavy, Farosha still accepted Xu Yang's opinion. It was useless to worry. What she needs to do most now is to fully recover herself through a super long sleep.

Farosa looked at the black door of the secret room, pushed the door open, lay down flat, and folded her hands on her chest.

"This is the serious sleep stage," Faroza said. "It's about 30 hours of sleep, and you have to protect this room from others during that time."

"That's right." Xu Yang nodded, "Just sleep well for a day and a half, or two days, and don't worry about other things, we will take care of them."

Farosa stopped talking, she closed her eyes, and heard Xu Yang's footsteps gradually going away.

In the dark secret room, she feels particularly at ease. This is a safe place, where no other evil forces are watching, and she can fully devote herself to her further evolution.

The first is the divine power of the ocean. She is becoming more and more comfortable controlling this part of the divine power. In addition to controlling the surge of the sea, she can now further control things related to the ocean, such as storms and showers, and they are gradually surrendering to Falosa. She gradually became familiar with the road, and after she performed the 7 Witch Ceremony, she could basically inherit the god's ability to control the sea water.

Once the power of the ocean goes berserk, it will create relevant marks on Falosa's body surface. The skin turns into flexible echidna, webbed between fingers, severe pain on the face, and gills begin to grow. These characteristics make Falosa feel panicked. , so they will be kept in the depths of the soul for a long time.

Then came the power jewel that Yanduo gave Farosa, she took it out from her bosom, devoured the power inside, and gradually poured the divine power of the sun into Farosha's body, this part of the divine power was related to sunlight and could easily create light.

She shot out the sun on her fingertips, illuminating the secret room, and the light danced brightly in front of her eyes.

The sun...so warm, so hot. Perhaps because the sun itself is a vast and warm existence, Yan Duo appears so generous and kind. However, precisely because of this personality mismatch, Faroza believed that she could not use the sun properly and could only use it as an auxiliary means.

The last thing is to deal with the news of the mysterious person.

"Liar" Meka is said to have reminded Yanduo before the battle, and asked Yanduo to make some preparations before Diernai's arrival.

Known to be a liar and a trickster, the mystic is a cat who resembles Farosa in every way.

When Falosa escaped from Taixizhou, she also had contact with Mecca, and her spiritual power was able to establish a subtle connection with it. At this time, Falosa restarted this weak connection, and soon touched the distant Mecca.

"Dingling." Mecca made a small sound, and its image was like a puff of smoke, erratic in front of Falosa, which meant that it had successfully established a connection with Falosa.

"What do you want to do? Liar." Farosa said indifferently.

Mystics will naturally compete for the throne, which is the premise of everything. The mystics have basically reached the limits of their abilities, and they are only a step away from the realm of the gods. They are already too powerful, and after tens of thousands of years of life, they have no other pursuits. Competing for the throne of God is their final goal.

Therefore, Faroza will not trust other mystics. In fact, she felt that their best destiny was to be eaten by her.

"The thing is like this," Meka said softly, "I'm being hunted."

Unlike the previous use of the golden branch to contact the Lord of the Forest, there is no relevant divine power item to assist, this kind of communication is very weak, and Meika's voice sounds erratic. Farosa sat up and listened carefully to Mecca's voice.

"Who wants to hurt you?" Faroza asked.

"Actually," McKay explained, "I've been working for a newspaper as a reporter since the world entered the corporate age."

"You're so boring," Faroza said.

"It's very interesting," said Mika's phantom, "Other people in the newspaper gradually found that there was a cat in the house that couldn't be chased away, and it brought back clues of big news from time to time. At first they liked me very much, until recently A group of people found out that I had lived for more than 100 years and were shocked."

"If it was the era when corporate alliances dominated the world, you would have already been taken away by cat-catchers." Farosa sneered.

"That's right, that's right," Mika agreed, "so I ran away, and now I'm on the streets of Constantiniya, with nowhere to go, even the coffee shops are chasing me. And you know, other Mysteries are recovering and I feel like my life is in danger."

"Taixi Continent gathers the most mystics." Farosha couldn't help thinking of this point. Old Taixi Continent is basically synonymous with mystery, and human beings only developed the company system after sailing to New Taixi Continent.

"That's right," Mecca said hastily, "look at what Taixizhou will become. There are militants with spears, bloodthirsty beasts, ice giants, and goddesses of love and beauty. Little Taixizhou. Crowded with mystics...where do I go?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Well... I thought, I'd venture to ask for your protection," said Mecca. "You see, there's no risk in having a kitten by your side who will bring back clues. If you want Please help as soon as possible, and before Taixizhou is closed to foreign flights, I can buy a ticket and leave early."

"Who knows if you will cause me trouble." Faroza said with contempt, "Don't contact me again."

"Oh, how cruel." Mecca said sadly, but his tone was very relaxed, "I remember that the last place you appeared was the Islands Continent, then I will go to the Islands Continent, I heard that the people there are more friendly to cats .”

"Then come to the Islands Continent, but as soon as you appear in my sight, I will kill you." Falosa chuckled, "Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Mecca's phantom disappeared.

Mika the Liar, a Silver Gradient from Taixizhou. Faroza thought to herself. It is definitely not willing to be as honest as it said, and it must have a belly full of bad water.

After rejecting Meika's request, Faroza closed her eyes, formally fell into a deep sleep, fully rested, and emptied all the fatigue and stress brought about by this submarine expedition, and would never bring it to the next incident.

On the other side, Meka stood up in the small room of the hotel, jumped on the radiator, and looked at the tense Konstantinier outside.

Passing through the towering city walls and staggered buildings, white shuttles flying at high speed are swooping down at low altitude. They mercilessly dropped a large amount of smoke, tear gas and anesthetic gas downwards to drive away the crowd on the street.

The unemployed crowd gathered too much and tried to resist the order. The company had to punish it with heavy blows, and the rebels below continued to shoot at the killing machines in the air, trying to fight against these cold steel.

This was the fourth clash Mecca had seen this week, and a certain level of anger was rocking the city, with fresh bloodshed every day.

Mecca believed that once it was gone, the city would be peaceful again. After all, it secretly instigated these four incidents.

It wrapped the accumulated belongings in a black cloth, wrapped it around its soft waist, raised the window with its claws, and drilled out through the gap below, intending to run along the water pipe to the airport, slip into a certain flight, and go straight to the airport. Go to the islands.

Hope there are delicious mice out there.