Gotou Masayoshi could see that at the top of the burning "bush," there was one, no, two "fruits." On it, there were intermittent embossed lines surrounding it, some thick, some thin, some green, some red. That was …
Blood vessels!
His consciousness trembled violently. His thoughts and the veins in his blood vessels merged together, and he suddenly understood what the "fruit on the bushes" was.
That was his "eyeballs," his, at least in name, they belonged to him!
The two "eyeballs" reflected each other, combining with the flesh, bones, and nerve functions at the back, piecing together a complete field of vision, and also reflecting the truth.
That was the bloody truth that Gotou Masayoshi would never be able to experience under the framework of being a human!
At this moment, all of Gotou Masayoshi's mind was smeared with strange and dazzling colors. There was no logical relationship between each color, and that was the color of "collapse."
Even so, Gotou Masayoshi was still attracted by this pair of "eyeballs," and he could clearly see that the smoke of his negative emotions was wrapped by the essence of his flesh and blood. A part of it was left in the burning "bush," which was also the rule system of the Great Fusang Divine Tree. It was the accumulated heat of the sunlight that couldn't be used, and it was the final, meaningless venting.
As for the other part, it was together with the people on the passenger terminal who were already seized by fear, together with the "same color" of emotional smoke. Under the drive of an invisible force field, it was thrown into the depths of the "cloak" around Mr. Mo, and it was thrown into an incomprehensible level.
Although it was incomprehensible, he finally saw it.
The pitiful quality that belonged to him was twisted, torn, and completely evaporated in the cracks of the opposing rules.
The last of his rationality ended here.
Gotou Masayoshi had no meaning left, and what was left was only the burning flesh, bones, and nerves. And these very quickly lost the outline of the human organs in the flames, only that pair of "eyeballs" that were still filled with blood were shaking in the flames, emitting a demonic light.
And it was also at this moment that the passenger terminal finally rang with a scream. The "Heavenly Citizens" that surrounded the area were certainly a collection of violent people from Ban City, and there was no lack of ability users among them. But when this scene unfolded in front of their eyes, it still broke the nerves of quite a number of people — they had been soaked in fear for too long, and they just lacked a trigger that would allow them to collapse.
"Plop plop", in the chaos, some people were directly pushed into the lake, subconsciously struggling, and even dragged their companions down with them.
Two to three people fell into the water, creating a huge splash, and also caused a slight wave on the shore. The undulating waves naturally spread along the embankment. Some of them even slapped a thick thigh covered in scales and fine hair on the side.
A part of the deep purple mouth, and a part of it, and a part of it, a part. A part of the thin smoke flowed in and out, as if there was a high temperature and poison intertwined. A part of it. A part. A part. A part.
Thin wisps of smoke flowed in and out of the deep purple slit. It was as if high temperature and poison were intertwining with each other as the lava saliva spurted out.
"Ahhhhh!"
It was unknown who took the lead, but a group of violent people scattered in all directions. At the same time, more people were knocked into the lake, and as they struggled and screamed in the water, what little order there was fell apart.
"It's a little ugly." In the virtual ring venue, the Pope of the Hundred Collections sighed, looking a little disappointed.
"No, it's very pretty."
Constance Dahler continued the conversation with the Pope of the Hundred Collections. This was not a deliberate bickering. At this time, among the various audiences who were watching this live broadcast, a considerable part of them were in favor of Ms. Dahler.
What they were watching, of course, was not the chaotic and vexed "Heavenly Citizens" on the distant dock, but the entanglement and collision of Mr. Mo's "cloak" and the "forest" of burning flesh and bones in the process.
Both were creations of special rules. They clashed with each other and penetrated each other, but neither of them was completely successful.
This was a confrontation at the Transcendent level, but because it was a live broadcast, the corresponding turbulence in the abyss could not be seen. However, it was precisely this half-concealed, half-restrained wrestling that made it all the more obvious.
Every audience member, or at least every Extraordinaire, had their own guesses. The vast majority of them kept their thoughts to themselves, but there would always be people who would express … a very special kind of expression. "This Mr. Mo seems to be a gentle person."
As a world-famous fashionista, Shao Saido's voice was quite gentle, but the meaning was even more subtle.
"Don't you prefer the tough type?" someone asked.
Shao Saido did not mind and continued, "Don't you think so? Up until now, the Pope of the Hundred Collections has exhausted nearly forty rounds of rule changes, burning up the last bit of material carrier, but still unable to find out Mr. Mo's background … Is that so? "
"Hehe." The Pope of the Hundred Collections laughed very sincerely.
"In Ban City, under the cover of the Fusang Divine Tree system, Mr. Mo can still control it to this extent. It's amazing. 'Fine control' is only the most basic description. The concealment and concealment ability formed from this is the most amazing. "
Five out of seven, six out of seven!
After a few seconds of silence, Vice President Maron coughed. "Gentle, what is the definition of gentle?"
Smiling, Shao Saido stretched out his hand and drew an outline in front of him that was quite similar to Mr. Mo's. "With Mr. Mo's ability to conceal his presence and restrain his psychic waves, as long as he doesn't want to show himself, the Pope of the Hundred Collections wouldn't be able to catch his shadow even if he had ten pairs of eyes. But he still showed himself. Why?
"At least from what I've seen and understood so far, he's standing up for his subordinates and partners who are in trouble. He's providing them with protection and support, and he's not hesitating to put himself in danger. This way of doing things, this way of doing things, isn't this a gentle heart?"
Shao Saido's embellishment sounded very praiseworthy and high praise, but anyone who knew him well would feel a cold slippery snake wriggling in their ears and chest.
"This is … how does the Pope of the Hundred Collections do things?" Even Dr. Pan could figure out the meaning behind it.
Faint boos and laughter could be heard in the hall.
Shao Saido accepted it calmly. He didn't want to hide it anyway. He was six or seven thousand kilometers away from Ban City. No matter what, he wouldn't be able to get the first prize. In that case, it would be more interesting to make the situation more chaotic.
But the problem was, would Mr. Mo, who seemed to have popped out of a rock, really do what Shao Saido analyzed? Would the Pope of the Hundred Collections and the Amaterasu Order under his rule believe in this judgment?
"Interesting angle."
The Pope of the Hundred Collections' tone didn't have any interesting reaction at all. The smile on his face had faded, and under his bald head, his entire face was indifferent. "You might as well think of a few more good ideas like this. Just one, I can't entrust the foundation of Ban City to this so-called 'gentle heart.'"
It was obvious from his words that the Amaterasu Order, or at least the Pope of the Hundred Collections, wasn't too willing to go against this Mr. Mo in Ban City. As for True God Qian Ju … well, he might already be rubbing his palms together.
At least for now, the Pope of the Hundred Collections was still steering the ship, very quietly and honestly asking for opinions. "Are there any other possibilities? Why would such a person appear in front of people at this time, at this moment, in this way? This is a question that I can't answer no matter how much I think about it … Why don't you all give me some suggestions? "
That's right, why?
Intentional, unintentional, active, forced … These high-end ability users with rich experience could easily think of dozens or even hundreds of possibilities.
But every possibility had to be supported by sufficiently solid logic. Then again, at their level, "logic" wasn't a necessary consideration.
For example, the cause of this meeting. Gong Qi had already been dead for half a month. The ability user association had been searching for him all over the world, but there had been no progress at all. Suddenly, such a person had jumped out and openly displayed his deep suspicions. Moreover, it was in the territory of two top-notch Extraordinaries.
What logic was there to speak of in this?
"What do you think is going on?" Dr. Pan tried to discuss with Tian Bang again.
But this time, Tian Bang didn't join the conversation. Coincidentally, an order had entered his mind through the channel of the health pod. "Major General Tian, the meeting hopes to understand the information related to the Bloodflame Order in the Jin Tong incident. Please be prepared to speak."
"…"
Six out of seven was not enough. Was this a seven out of seven?
In the end, there were still people who couldn't stay idle within the Restraint Faction.
The first thing Tian Bang reflected upon was his own self-control. Then he considered on an even broader level:
Mr. Mo's sudden appearance meant that there was nothing else he could do aside from the Bloodflame Order as a clue. The Bloodflame Order was a secret order. Actually, it had been a rather well-known organization in the inner world for several decades. Everyone knew the ins and outs of the Order. There wasn't much meaning in digging further.
But if he could solidify the relationship between Luo Nan and the Bloodflame Order, then the monotonous clues would immediately be plentiful and three-dimensional.
Back then, the Hill of Bones in the seas outside of Xia City had long since spread into the eyes of millions and millions of ability users in the inner world along with the broadcast signal. Was there a lack of two or three people among them?
Which big shot of the military wanted to decisively take a side? Or perhaps this was a higher level of sitting on top of the mountain to watch the tigers fight?
Heh, it was fine to show one's stance, but did they ask for the opinions of others?
Tian Bang reflected upon himself for the second time. Was it because he had been acting far too easy to bully in the outside world? So much so that any random Tom, Dick, or Harry dared to use him as a gun?
"Dr. Pan."
"Huh?"
"Have you checked the communication privileges of the experimental center recently?"
"This, I'm not too sure …. What's wrong?"
"There's a spam message coming in. You guys are quite open-minded."
Tian Bang used his own privileges to form an overlay as he spoke. He adjusted it to the highest level of non-combat readiness. It wasn't to the extent of cutting off internal and external communications, but at the very least, there needed to be some sort of identity verification.
Of course, he was currently in the midst of a human experiment. The verification work was handed over to his young but reliable aide, Lieutenant Colonel Ju Ling, to handle.
As for the spam message in front of him …. What was the point of mentioning it?
Having done all this, Tian Bang magnanimously became a spectator. Oh, there was also that 'speech'. Things like bioelectricity disorder and memory errors were far too common during the human experiment phase. There was really nothing that could be done ….
The corner of Tian Bang's mouth twitched when Mr. Mo's thin and sickly face revealed a clear smile over at Osaka City.
He extended his hand like he was plucking a fruit. He pinched one of the eyeballs within the flames of the thicket that was about to be completely burned away.
"I can study it for a bit."
"Wow!"
There was no telling how many people in the circular hall exclaimed at this moment. Most of them couldn't tell how many marvelous and subtle operations Mr. Mo's seemingly simple action had to be performed on the Transcendent level.
In any case, Mr. Mo had indeed plucked a fruit and pinched it with three fingers … But that wasn't the end.
He raised his head again. This time, it was an overly direct angle that pierced through the projection of the live stream into the virtual circular hall.
"I want this one too."
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