Chapter 377 Team Building

Hearing the flute played by Serge, even though Plague Knight had no flesh and blood, the face of the bone helmet could still be seen to be a little distorted. ♚♞  ♦♦

The reason is that the flute sound is really too bad!

Hephisgetu has no talent for playing, but always likes to use the flute as a weapon. It is probably because of this that the attack effect of the flute sound is particularly prominent.

Its sound pollutes the mind and the soul. Hearing it, Plague Knight wanted to cover his head, but because his body was bound, he could not move and could only be forced to endure it all.

And seeing that He did not dodge, Serge became more interested: "It turns out that you are the one who can appreciate art the most, worthy of being the Knight of Apocalypse. Since you like it, my performance will always be free for you.

Whenever you want to enjoy the flute solo, we will rush to your side as soon as possible!"

"Hephisgetu!!!"

Plague gnashed his teeth, and the skeleton horse next to him was tortured by the noise and smashed his head directly to the ground, causing a small earthquake.

Fortunately, everyone present had seen big scenes, and they did not flee in panic when they saw the earthquake. Atlach directly spit out more silk threads to fix the ground. After all, this is the edge of a cliff, and there is a bottomless space below. If it collapses suddenly, no one will benefit.

While Atlach and his clones are in the dreamland to contain the plague and prevent him from escaping from the dreamland and suddenly waking up, the crisis faced by the disordered in reality is also not small.

As the knight's consciousness fell asleep, his body fell to the ground, and countless crazy plague source shadows rushed out from his surface, trying to fly everywhere.

The disordered must intercept them. These things will attach to various objects to attack them, and the attached objects are also infected with countless viruses.

If it were not for the suppression of the Angel of Life in the sky, these things would probably be more and more rampant.

"Or we can swallow them all."

Riya tried to capture the plague sources with his tentacles and swallow them, but at this moment, the Angel of Life turned his huge pupils to look over here, and he actually read the message "Try eating it again" from it.

"It's quite similar to James' personality."

Riya exclaimed, and then swallowed the plague source without hesitation. During this process, he looked into the angel's eyes without a trace of grudge.

The angel seemed to be even angrier, and suddenly, the black shadows in the air screamed.

The disordered killed them more vigorously.

Although those black shadows were virtual, they could be hit by supernatural powers and mysterious items.

After all, supernatural and mysterious items are from the same origin as them.

But Riya was thinking that Melfas had talked about the past Endles, and it seemed that there were supernaturals at that time, but compared to now, those supernaturals were pure and undistorted.

Maybe it wasn't the plague that gave rise to the supernatural, but its appearance just opened the forbidden door of the supernatural, and then polluted all those things.

Maybe it just upgraded the supernatural to a higher dimension, but now Endles' life can't bear that weight at all, just like cancer cells, its appearance means that human cells try to evolve further, but no one can survive until the time of successful evolution.

Things that cannot be borne by people are harmful and incomprehensible. This is true for the supernatural, and even more so for those sleeping gods. How can the life in the three-dimensional world easily imagine the life in four, five or even more dimensions?

Some people's brains will explode just by doing a physics problem, writing a research report, or an academic paper. To fully understand those things, it's better to hope that they suddenly get enlightened and pass the physics doctorate exam.

"The shadow seems to be missing a little..."

Riya raised his cane and pierced a shadow directly, and the tentacles in the shadow on the ground immediately dragged it into the shadow.

"In fact, if you eat more, you will find that these things seem to taste okay."

[……]

The look of the Angel of Life seemed to become more terrifying. If it were not for some kind of restriction now, He would soon land on the ground to teach Leah a lesson.

But Leah felt that there was nothing wrong with swallowing the source of plague. It was better to say that he was even doing it deliberately in front of Gamildorn.

As the number of sources of plague he swallowed increased, the angel seemed to become more and more angry, and the suppressed light he released became stronger and stronger. Even many shadows were covered with thick smoke, as if they were burned by fire.

"Fifty-seven... Fifty-eight! Fifty-nine! Sixty!!!"

Styre turned his gun and replaced it with new bullets, but soon, he still felt unsatisfied.

When Leah saw him again, he had thrown away his pistol and fired at the source of plague with two submachine guns, with a string of large-caliber bullets hanging diagonally around his neck.

"Riya, this thing is much more useful than your cane and pistol!"

As he said this, he continued to chase the source of the plague. On the other side, Shafei, who was only eight years old, was carrying something like a pesticide can and spraying disinfectant at the shadow.

She wore a gas mask and looked very particular. There were many people like her, which also gave Riya a lot of knowledge.

It turned out that witches' potions could be used in this way.

"Make way, make way!"

A sorcerer held a bunch of bombs, looked at them reluctantly, and said his final goodbye to them.

"Dear Bailey, Jenny, Mark, Anris, Bubkaro, Alice, Sharon, Helen..."

While he read out a long list of names, he pulled out the leads one by one and threw them out. At this time, he had already burst into tears, and his whole face was red from crying, which was miserable.

"You have to remember that dad will always remember you and dad will always love you -

You are sacrificing yourself for the sake of righteousness! "

"Ahhhhhh, my children!"

As the bomb was cleared, he knelt on the ground and wailed in pain. For spellcasters, they could hear the voices of inanimate objects. In their eyes, those cold, inanimate objects might be more important than people.

But no one sympathized with him at this point, maybe there was, but now was not a good time for comfort.

"Uh-huh!"

A black shadow rushed towards him while he was unprepared, but at this time, he was hit by a small stone.

The stone passed through the black shadow's body and did not cause any substantial damage to it, but at this time it looked at the person who threw the stone angrily for no reason. The person ran very fast, and his main image was a crow.

But because of this, he was able to attract the attention of those shadows. Many shadows ignored the prey and rushed towards him. Then, there were disorderly people who removed the gathered shadows.

Although they had only met for a short time and were not even acquainted, everyone cooperated quite tacitly. Faced with a common enemy, the disordered ones became the most united party.

"One hundred! I killed the hundredth one!"

Stair was so happy that he almost jumped up. He couldn't wait to share his joy with the stranger beside him, the disorderly person, who felt that he had no manners to throw him away.

"Sure enough, my crow meme was a success, everyone hated it haha!"

Stair was a little tired, so he approached Riya and asked him if he had any water to drink. Riya found a pile of water bottles from the tentacles and asked him what color he liked.

"Go green, it suits my temperament."

Stair pointed to the big green kettle, and the next second, he saw Riya stretching out two fingers.

"Brother, look how lively you are, and you're still competing."

"No, two fingers means - two silver coins."

"How many!?"

Stair was shocked: "Two silver coins? I think it's too expensive even if they sell it for two silver coins. Is this pot of yours a cultural relic stolen from another country?"

"I don't know, but this thing is a mysterious item that can turn the water poured into it into coffee. The price is not high and it is completely within your affordability."

"And this thing? Where did you get all these weird items?"

Stair touched his pocket and didn't want to buy it, but he was really thirsty now. They came suddenly and didn't bring a water bottle.

Taking a step back, who can resist a kettle that turns into coffee when you pour water into it.

He had to admit it was attractive.

So not long after, Riya sold a kettle and earned two silver coins. As a gift, he gave the other party a bag of coffee powder.

"By the way, brother, what's the price of this pot?"

"It turns water into coffee."

"I know, I'm asking about the price."

"The price is that every time you need to put coffee powder in, just put the bag in your hand, soak it in, heat it with your fire-attribute extraordinary ability, and then you have a steaming pot of coffee."

"..."

Stair fell into silence for the first time in a long time. He once thought it would be difficult for him to react like this again, but now, he couldn't help but point at Riya.

"You black businessman!!!"

"Thanks."

Riya patted his shoulder, stretched out her hand and touched the bottom of the kettle, and a flame automatically burst out from her palm to help him heat it for free. Then, Riya began to ask other people if anyone needed water.

In the middle of the battle, he also saw the black businessman who was also selling popcorn during the battle. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very delicate for a while.

Riya: "Is popcorn selling well these days? How is the sales volume?"

"The sales volume is not bad. My previous part-time job was popping popcorn on the street. There were flavors like caramel, cantaloupe, cheese and so on. People would also buy them as snacks."

"So the point of selling popcorn here is-"

"Don't you think someone might be hungry?"

The black businessman picked up a paper bag of popcorn and shouted skillfully: "Popcorn, who buys popcorn?"

Other shouts came from the distance: "Does anyone need a call service? Help fight the source of the plague. You can go and rest!"

"We sell guns, ammunition, knives, forks and sticks, come if you need them!"

"Lottery, you won't suffer any loss if you scratch the lottery ticket! Keep scratching it every day, and the next jackpot of 15 million gold coins will be yours."

"Personal accident insurance for sale! The guaranteed compensation is 200,000 yuan. There is absolutely no false advertising. The boss of the company is almost losing his pants!"

Riya witnessed all this and looked at the kettle carried by the tentacles behind her: "What on earth are we... here to do?"

"What else can black traders do? It's just more profitable to make sales. Who can be a black trader if there are other ways?"

The popcorn seller grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, raised his gun and killed the attacking black shadow.

At this time, Ria discovered that everyone had such a deep prejudice against the meme of black businessmen.

"Of course, maybe we are more abiding by the rules. Those who don't abide by the rules are directly selling human lives. Really, why take such a big risk? Isn't it good to sell a bag of popcorn with five Shivalls safely?"

"Uncle, how do you sell popcorn?" Shafir came over carrying a bunch of food and asked about the price of popcorn.

"A silver coin."

"It's so expensive."

Saffir took out the money while speaking, and the next second, she walked towards Leah.

"Brother Kercha, how much is the water?"

"Water is free."

"Really?"

"Well, the kettle costs money."

So the other party bought another kettle full of water from him, and this time Leah gave him coconut powder as a gift.

It's quite interesting to see the disordered people get together occasionally. The atmosphere within the secret keepers is not as tense as imagined. Most people are very friendly, although their hearts have witnessed many lives and deaths and become twisted.

"So what are the criteria for the plague doctors to select the disordered people? Is it random? They don't seem to be unforgivable sinners. I don't know why the mentor asked me to kill James."

If possible, Leah would like to have a good talk with Evander's body, but the other party is still asleep and difficult to wake up. There is no trace of the mentor in the dreamland.

"How is his consciousness now?"

Thinking about it, Ria continued to travel between the battles to sell his water. Water resources are rare here. Although there is a lot of snow here, it is still a bit troublesome to eat snow directly or melt it with fire elements.

Moreover, Ria's trading methods are somewhat compulsory, so soon, his kettle was snapped up.

Having made a new fortune, Ria was in a good mood and sat under a tree with Little Shival to rest. Suddenly, something fell from above and almost hit his head.

Little Shival's tentacles blocked it in time, but the consequence of doing so was that the trajectory of the thing was directly tilted to the side and hit Little Shival's head.

Ria picked up the thing and found it was an apple.

On the top of the tree, several young children poked their heads out and laughed. Ria asked them why they did this. They said they wanted to see what would happen if an apple hit a person's head.

"Will you find something new that is different from gravity?"

"I don't know about that." Ria smiled and shook her head, then looked at the mythical creature that covered its head with its front paws and drooped its ear feathers.

"It was hit. Maybe we should think about what it would think of when it found the apple fell from the tree."

"Gu——"

Little Shival stared at the red apple that Leah held in front of him, and took a bite out of it.

Leah looked at the apple with a bite missing, and stuffed it completely to Little Shival. Looking at the little Shival holding the red apple, he said: "Maybe, it will become a rich genius."