Fantastic

Chapter 120 Reversing the World 8

Bu Chu changed places in the blink of an eye.

To be honest, the life here is not very different from that in the manor.

These people are almost all the same, treating him as a fragile and precious glass product, which cannot be said to be caring for him, it is offering him.

He didn't panic too much. His current status was ridiculously high among these people. After leaving An Miao, he just happened to be able to continue collecting information on the "partner of justice".

This is a mansion. If we talk about the information collected, it is much more efficient than in the manor. At least the servants here look normal. Bu Chu learned a lot from them with some skills. thing.

Except for some useless information, the main point he got was that this country was plagued by monsters, and there were not many "god attendants" who could fight the monsters, and they were still sacrificing, so they were anxious to find the son of God. And have actually been looking for it for a while.

The appearance of monsters is not long ago, and only a short period of time has passed since people discovered their existence.

No one knows how the monsters came into being in the first place, but later on they only knew that they should not get close to the monsters, otherwise they would be assimilated, their minds would be blurred, their lives would be taken away, and they would become one of them.

Some are moving corpses, some have worm-like joints, and some have fish scales on their bodies. These are all visible to the naked eye, but it is easy to distinguish them. The most difficult one is the monster. The seeds of evil were silently planted in the human body. Since then, this person has maintained the appearance of a human, but his thinking has transformed into a demon, stabbing a knife in the back, and it is impossible to guard against.

Those who work for the royal family are so anxious that the top of their heads is about to smoke. It has reached the point where they will be completely desperate if they can't find them anymore. They feel that the gods have given up on them.

The old man with the white beard was also one of them. After he brought Bu Chu over, he probably thought that he was brainwashed by An Miao and would regard them as enemies, so he carefully corrected his thoughts for a long time, in other words Just scolded An Miao eight hundred words, in short, An Miao was very bad, and those young maids turned pale just hearing this name.

Bu Chu finally understood the origin of the title "White Demon". It sounds like An Miao is indeed very cruel, but maybe he thinks this is in line with the style of a dungeon boss, so he doesn't feel much.

He was on An Miao's side before, but a sudden change would appear abrupt now, so he pretended to be dubious.

Brady kindly asked him to stay in the room and think about it, but he didn't give him much time, and rushed over at night.

"Master Shenzi, I know you are kind-hearted, and you definitely don't want to see the scene of people dying," he said to Bu Chu in a heavy tone, "The earlier you make a choice, the more lives you can save."

Seeing Bu Chuna's "ignorant" look earlier, he thought he had no concept of his identity and his responsibilities, so he told him this too.

Regardless of whether he can understand it or not, just do it. Now that time is running out, we can only rush the ducks to the shelves.

Brady brought a group of young people over and lined up in front of Bu Chu. They looked at Bu Chu carefully, as if they were curious about him but didn't dare to look at him too blatantly, and at the same time they were eager to try and look forward to it.

Those who didn't know thought that Bu Chu was choosing concubines in the harem.

"Look," Brady said, "these are very capable children, who do you think is qualified to become a 'God Servant'?"

Bu Chu was thinking about the timeline right now.

In this dungeon world, the Son of God and the God must have existed early in the morning. It was their belief. The God Servant needed the Son of God to identify the aptitude and be given power by the God. The demon appeared not long ago, and the God Servant seemed to be specially designed to deal with the demon.

Like the housekeeper, it is no different from accepting the identification of the last god son and being given power by the gods, and then these people say that they have been looking for themselves for a long time...

What happened to the last god son?Who was the god at that time?Is it considered to be topped by him now?

"What does it mean to be qualified?"

Bu Chu asked Brady.

"This……"

Brady hesitated momentarily.

Doesn't he think this is a talent that the Son of God was born with?

"Look carefully, the qualified person should be with someone else..."

"Didn't the Son of God tell you?"

Bu Chu directly interrupted Brady.

He pretended to be ignorant and ignorant, and just asked.

"...that lord has never talked to me," Brady said, "he has returned to serve God."

"'Return to God?' Is he dead? How?"

"No, why did the Son of God die? It's just, just called back by God."

Brady was a little vague.

Bu Chu knew that it was definitely not such a bullshit reason, but he did not continue to ask the bottom line, but said again: "Then when I am summoned by God, will I return to God?"

"That's natural."

Bu Chu laughed inwardly.

He is a god, so naturally he is a ghost, so what about nesting dolls?

"Sorry," he said apologetically, "I'm...too tired today, I really can't see anything, can I try again tomorrow?"

Disappointment immediately appeared on the faces of Brady and those young people. Bu Chu said so, and they couldn't force it. They could only let him rest well, and they would come back tomorrow.

In fact, Bu Chu really can't see anything. In theory, he can just point to one, and then follow the process as a god to bestow power, but he also doesn't know how to operate it.

He's curious as to what these people do when they "don't work" themselves.

Another reason why he chooses to stay here is that he feels that there is a high probability of encountering other players here.

Bu Chu thought of the man who had suddenly appeared before, and guessed the identity of the other party.

Who is that?

……

……

An Miao watched as Bu Chu fell strangely from his side and fell into the middle of the opposite group of people in a blink of an eye. He wanted to take Bu Chu back, but was blocked by this strange man wearing a mask in front of him. Suddenly, there was a white light over there, and when he looked over, he just saw Bu Chu disappear.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he didn't want to fight. He wanted to go around the man, but the man still stood in front of him, preventing him from doing so.

An Miao watched the white light disappear, and the eagerness on his face dissipated. He met the man's sword expressionlessly, neither retreating nor advancing.

At this time, the strength in his hand increased, and he forcibly pressed down the long sword in the man's hand.

The knight next to him didn't know the man, didn't know who he was, but just because he rescued the son of God from the white devil and helped delay the time, he felt that he was a friend rather than an enemy. Seeing that he was about to be suppressed by An Miao, Immediately stepped forward to help.

At this time, they didn't consider the issue of being despicable or not. In their eyes, An Miao was no longer a normal person, or in other words, he was no longer a human being.

Two fists are no match for four hands. They thought that An Miao was restrained by a man and couldn't even move the sickle, so they wanted to rush forward. If this happened, An Miao would be smashed into a sieve.

As a result, An Miao took a step back, and at the same time, he used his other foot to push the man out. He swung the sickle in his hand and swiped fiercely, and there was a scream.

Some of the knights who wanted to encircle him fell to the ground in an instant, and some held their wounds for a while before falling into a pool of blood.

An Miao ignored the corpses, and immediately rushed towards the man.

The man also didn't react to the tragic death of these knights. He was chanting something quickly in his mouth, he was chanting magic, and then a spot of light condensed in front of his fingertips facing An Miao, and then shot like a bullet/ To An Miao.

An Miao knew that it was magic, and magic was useless to him, so at first he only thought that the man was wasting his efforts, and he could directly chop off the man's head the next moment.

But when the spot of light approached, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and instinctively felt the danger, so he stopped abruptly and dodged sideways.

He didn't hide completely, the light spot brushed against the side of his face, leaving an obvious red mark, which oozes blood after a while.

An Miao stood where he was. Feeling the pain, he wiped the wound with his fingers, and looked down at the blood on his fingertips.

He was hurt, he was actually hurt by magic.

"……who are you?"

Magic should have no effect on him.

If Bu Chu was there, knowing this situation, he would probably be able to understand it soon.

Just like the damage in fighting games, in addition to physical damage and magic damage, there is also real damage. Now this should belong to the latter. No matter what kind of buffs there are, or how high the armor stack is, it is useless.

"An angel."

The man said.

He didn't seem to intend to talk nonsense with An Miao anymore, several magic circles appeared in front of him, since close combat would not benefit An Miao, then he would use magic.

In this world, in people's cognition, the messenger of God is the Son of God.

This man said he was an "angel", could it be that he had two god sons?

It's a pity that only An Miao and the man were here, and all the knights who dared to step forward died. As for the others, they didn't have the courage to watch around, and they all ran away without a trace, so no one would have such doubts.

"God?"

An Miao said, then laughed instead of anger as if he had heard some joke, and the next moment the laughter stopped abruptly, he looked at the man, those blue eyes were full of cold killing intent.

"How dare you risk your identity, is this an offense to the gods?"

"Heretics, all heretics," he said, "Heretics, all must die!!"

The moment of An Miao's movement was almost synchronized with the activation of the man's magic, and the dots of light attacked An Miao fiercely like cannonballs. This bit of starlight looked pretty, but its power should not be underestimated. If it was hit, it would definitely will be pierced.

His sickle blocked most of them, but there were still many who were powerless to resist. They were about to be hit, and then the man's eyes widened in astonishment. Seeing that the lunatic had no intention of dodging, he ignored those light spots. , rushed over directly.

There were a few blood holes on his body. Because he was wearing black clothes, it was not obvious. They were definitely hit, but he himself seemed to be unaffected at all.

By the time the man came to his senses, it was too late when he wanted to pull back to open the distance. An Miao grabbed his neck and slammed him to the ground, and the sickle pierced his chest and nailed him to the ground. on the ground.

Before it was over, An Miao pulled out the sickle, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood because of his action, and then his neck was cold, and his head was separated from his body.

An Miao was holding a human head in his hand, he paused, instead of throwing it aside in disgust as usual, but looked at the head in his hand, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Ah," he said, "you can't die either."

The slit at the head and neck was bleeding downwards. Compared with ordinary blood, although it was still liquid, it was much thicker. It was actually connected like this, hanging down, not falling to the ground. There are white bones growing in the middle, gradually covered with layers of flesh and blood.

This scene was horrifying, and An Miao didn't find it surprising at all, and even laughed.

The "also" he said seems to have met this kind of person before, referring to other people, and also seems to be referring to himself.

The red scars on his face were dried blood, and the place on his body that was supposed to be a hole had already healed in just a short while, leaving only the torn blood-stained clothes to show what happened just now.

"You are also an unkillable person."