Chapter 360 You Just Mentioned Gundam, Right?

The surrounding environment was changing so fast that Jehovah had no time to react.

The ruined camp had turned into a huge church without knowing when, and densely packed believers were surrounding it, each looking at him with pious and impatient eyes.

Jehovah turned his head with a feeling, and his eyes widened instantly.

It was a huge cross.

In the beautiful, majestic and solemn church, the blood-stained cross was stuck on the bodies of a group of people.

Jehovah seemed to be struck by lightning and stopped in place.

How could it be possible...

Even if he had multiple original superpowers, it was impossible to directly peek into the deepest memories of others...

Jehovah's face was twitching.

He was the most authoritative speaker on the religion, rituals, ancient legends, etc. of this world.

Born in the Believer Church, he had enough foundation and knowledge reserves. After establishing the Walker for the Believer Church, he won over all kinds of strange and powerful people. In addition to creating chaos, he also used the resources in his hands to continuously collect various information from all over the world.

Jehovah knew very well that the cultural concept of the cross was very rare in the world today. Occasionally, archaeological discoveries would be made, but because there was no way to connect the two, they would just be put aside in the end. At most, some ungrateful hooligans would use the cross as a tattoo or buy decorations of the same shape.

But if someone really wanted to tell him what the cross represented, Jehovah believed that only he could do it. This was why he was so shocked to see the cross in the church.

This original torture device eventually became a symbol of a certain faith, and the name he later changed for himself also came from this.

This was clearly the most hidden secret in the world, but why did Sean know it?

Jehovah turned his head stiffly, and Sean's body was even hanging on his tongue.

"Who are you..." Jehovah's voice seemed to be fished out from under the ice lake.

Sean hung weakly on his long tongue, and the scene was extremely strange.

But he had an inexplicable smile on his face: "Jehovah... I still find it difficult to evaluate the name he gave himself."

He raised a hand weakly and pointed to the surroundings: "How about it, the scene I created specifically for you, do you like it?"

Jehovah snorted coldly: "After all, it's still just an illusion. I told you that the original superpowers will not work on each other."

His eyes spun wildly again, but when he stopped, he was still in the church, and the devout and expectant believers around him approached him at some point.

The smiles on their faces looked devout and enthusiastic, but the saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths was chilling.

Sean, who was hanging on his tongue, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and explained kindly: "You have been emphasizing to me that the original superpowers cannot work on each other - it's too obvious, Jehovah, do you want me to give up my best method?"

Jehovah's expression became completely gloomy.

Sean laughed even more happily: "Such words are only credible when the strong say them to the weak, but you can't even find me who is so close... You are not strong enough."

"And if it doesn't work--" He flicked the tongue that pierced his heart, "Why do you want to kill my etheric body so deliberately?"

"The original superpowers may really have a situation where they don't work with each other, but your chameleon is definitely not that one." Sean laughed.

Those greedy believers are approaching.

Jehovah observed the surroundings, and his fingers quietly snapped in his sleeves, but there was no change around him.

His mood became heavier, and he lost contact with the shelter equipment that he had been bound to for a long time, which was a manifestation of being completely trapped in the illusion.

How could this happen? With my mental strength, even if Sean is stronger than me, he shouldn't have completely trapped me in the illusion...

However, Sean seemed to have guessed his thoughts completely. The former was overjoyed and said: "Are you thinking, 'Oh, I am so powerful, my mental strength is so strong, how come this man named Sean trapped me in the illusion in an instant, why can't I contact my shelter equipment?'"

Jehovah's expression became more and more ugly.

And Sean, who was hanging on his tongue, was almost dying, but he barely raised his hand and clapped: "Yes, it's this expression, I like it too much."

Jehovah said coldly: "From the time you hid around, you were setting up your illusion..."

Sean's eyes lit up and encouraged: "Correct idea, come on, continue your guess, I like to watch others answer questions the most."

Jehovah choked, but continued: "At the beginning, you showed up and set up the illusion openly, and finally covered up your so-called poisoning... This is also your plan, you know I can react, you are The etheric body cannot be poisoned... so I used it to set a trap and tried to kill you. "

"I still thought too little... Sean, I was right about one thing. As the owner of the original power, my resistance is indeed higher than you think, right? So you need time, and you need me to divert enough attention, so that you can make me completely fall into the illusion. "

Sean applauded enthusiastically: "That's it, I like talking to smart people too much."

"Smart people?" Jehovah laughed at himself and stared at Sean, "I still underestimated you. "

Sean comforted: "It doesn't matter. I know many people who were more embarrassed than you when they died in front of me."

"Embarrassed..." Jehovah suddenly laughed. He looked around and saw that the believers were completely approaching.

"Sean, I just want to know, how do you know all this?" Jehovah stood there, as if he had accepted his fate.

Sean was unmoved, still hanging on his tongue, and said with a smile: "Where is your gospel? There are so many believers here, why don't you spread the gospel to them? What about your God, why doesn't he come out to save you at this time? biological son?"

Jehovah was completely frozen on the spot. He stared at Sean: "You know the legends of that religion, you know those scriptures... You are not Sean. A little gangster who was born in Paradise City will never know these absolutes. Secret, who are you?"

Sean couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter: "Hahaha."

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I've received professional training. No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh unless... I can't help it, hahahaha."

Absolutely secret... Before time travel, anyone on the street would know about it...

However, in this world, it is normal.

Jehovah kept a close eye on Sean, trying to find any clues that could lead to a breakthrough, but in Sean's eyes it was like a ghost that he could not catch.

Those believers had already walked in front of Jehovah, and the saliva at the corners of their mouths was flowing faster and faster. A large group of people stood there, and a large area of ​​the beautiful ground of the church was wet.

"Can, can I ask you to come up?" An old man wearing a bishop's robe came out. He pointed nervously and expectantly at the blood-stained cross.

"Get out." Jehovah just swept the opponent, and the bishop flew out heavily.

He hit the murals and fell down covered in blood, with his bones broken into several pieces.

But he stood up immediately, dragging his damaged body and squeezed into the crowd again.

His face was covered in blood, but the saliva from the corners of his mouth still flowed uncontrollably.

"C-can I ask you to come up?"

Sean's laughter echoed in the church: "Aren't you ready to respond to the believers' expectations? Great Jehovah, this should be the scene in your dreams."

Jehovah raised his chin slightly: "But not in a dream."

He looked at Sean: "Delay, intimidation, shock... you are breaking down my inner defense... I haven't completely fallen into your illusion, right?"

He laughed: "Aren't you just doing this because you want to know my secrets? Ha, then come and see for yourself."

The Lord pierced the center of his brow with his thumb.

The world seemed to have lost weight, and all the surrounding scenery was fading away rapidly, including Sean, who was being pulled away.

When he stood on the ground, he was surprised to find that he was standing on a piece of silver land, and the sun and moon above his head each occupied the sky, which was daunting.

Jehovah walked slowly from a distance, seemingly slowly, but he came to Sean in a few steps.

The church is gone, the believers are gone, the cross is gone, even Sean on the tongue is gone.

Jehovah looked at him quietly: "Those who are good at prying into other people's hearts have one shortcoming: they are too conceited."

Sean looked around with interest: "Is this right here?"

Jehovah smiled: "You're not surprised at all... Sure enough, you absorbed Apat, she told you."

Sean nodded: "Yeah, fantasy realm..."

Jehovah walked casually into the air, and a majestic throne appeared behind him.

After sitting down with his legs crossed, he smiled and said: "Fantasy field, this is the special ability of the crazy beast I used when I advanced to Crimson."

He stretched out a hand, and the scenery around him changed rapidly.

Various deep-sea monsters leap high in the endless violent sea, and the splashing water is absorbed by the gray-white sand sea. Human city-states are fighting and developing, and shelters rise high from the ground...

Countless landscapes are constantly changing around you.

Jehovah looked at Sean calmly: "You can only use this ability seven times in your life, and this ability is too wasted on a stupid crazy beast."

He smiled and sighed: "Without self-awareness and insufficient wisdom, how can the puppets understand the beauty of fantasy?"

"Sean, in the realm of fantasy, even I am just a passer-by. Everyone here is equal...whatever is in your mind can be shown here."

He slowly leaned back on the chair: "I was originally reluctant to use it, but you really exceeded my imagination... However, I am very curious. Apate told you about the existence of the fantasy realm, but you still... Dare to enter..."

Sean was looking at the surrounding scenes curiously and replied smoothly: "It's all nonsense. Just say that this is a bragging competition."

Jehovah laughed: "Hahahahaha, okay. That's interesting, Sean. I should have gone to Paradise City to get to know you in person. Maybe you could understand my ambitions and my dreams."

Sean gave him a disgusted look: "Idiot, are you worthy?"

Jehovah was stunned, and his face twitched visibly.

After a moment, he laughed angrily: "Extremely arrogant!"

The throne disappeared, and he stood up and opened his hands: "Without foundation, imagination is empty talk! I want to see if the secrets you hold can compete with mine!"

Sean looked him over and over, and finally asked a question: "Does it matter if you've seen it?"

Jehovah waved his big hand, and suddenly, a huge sea monster with countless tentacles appeared in front of Sean. Its breath was trembling, and at a glance, it felt as if all the blood in his body was being drained.

"Yes, I have seen it -" Jehovah finally became enthusiastic, "It's called Winter, a deep-sea monster from ancient times. Even the imperial capital can be destroyed in an instant."

He clenched his fists, and the terrifying sea monster roared and pounced on Sean.

Jehovah’s face became crazy: “The fairness here is that the great powers that people have seen and recorded can be used for their own use. What they see with their own eyes is more powerful than what the images show, and the images are more powerful than words. "

"Sean, how dare you come in here just because you think this is a bragging contest? You're so naive."

"Information is my greatest weapon, and knowledge is boundless wealth!"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something..." Jehovah showed a mocking smile, "Apat may not know that domain users can get bonuses here."

"I have only seen everything about Winter in ancient texts, but the bonus of the domain allows me to restore its true appearance, with a restoration power of up to 20%! And this 20% is the result of those evil gods The body is beyond the reach of even the Bai Youming you know..."

Sean interrupted him directly: "What did you just say?"

Jehovah's eyes turned cold: "Put away your cleverness."

Sean grinned: "You just said Gundam was high, right?"

"It's useless to give up on you..."

Before he finished speaking, Jehovah froze on the spot.

Several extremely large robots appeared on the spot. Their colors were different, but the violent winds they stirred up were equally terrifying.

"This, what is this..."

Sean clapped his hands: "Who told you to talk about Gundam?"

The robots took out their laser swords, and the space seemed to be shaking. The sea monster named Winter was unable to fight back and was cut into pieces in an instant.

"How could you have seen such a thing..." Jehovah's face twisted, and amidst the roar, several behemoths appeared in front of him.

Sean shrugged: "Can't you watch more videos?"