Mythological origin

Chapter 111 Contact
"According to the calculation of the early warning system, the storm will reach the outermost leader ship No. [-] in ten days."

"The intensity of the storm is currently difficult to estimate, and it has exceeded the upper limit of the current measurement range..."

In the Hall of Mirrors, all the nobles of the Imperial Council have received summary news from the frontline observation posts.

"Could it be that... this is the real drill?"

"But this simulation is too real... Even we can't tell the reality of the world."

There is also a well-developed virtual reality simulation system in the empire, but the generated world can at most allow monks below the fifth level to immerse themselves in it without being able to tell whether it is real or not.

After stepping into the fifth level, the cultivator undergoes a second metamorphosis. The accuracy and breadth of perception are completely different from those below the fifth level.

In their eyes, the virtual world generated by the simulation system will have many subtle deficiencies, and the difference from the real world can be easily detected.

But now, they clearly saw themselves being pulled into the "dream" with their own eyes, but they were still unable to break free, which was very scary.

"I guess, he should use his power to simulate the scene of the invasion of the Flesh and Flesh Galaxy in the future, so that we can learn how to deal with it." Ramdo said.

As someone who has hated Bai Mo for many years, his understanding and research on Bai Mo's mind is probably better than other old acquaintances.

"But why can't he say it clearly..."

"do not know."

"Or this is also the rule agreed between him and the three corpses." Ye Zi added.

She also has a similar special obsession incarnation, knowing the existence of agreed rules.

"If it is really the situation we guessed, then we must not miss this good opportunity for drills."

"In this Yuanmeng, if you are killed by those invading monsters, will you really not die?" Several guys with the lowest combat power in the same level asked a question weakly.

They were all the first batch of people who died in Baimo's "death notice", and many of them were killed in a single move by the tester in the test just now.

For this group, survival is the biggest problem.

"..."

This question that hit people's hearts directly caused the scene to fall into a strange silence for a while.

Yes, even though it is a dream, but if you die in the dream, what should you do if you die in the real body as well?

It's not that the empire doesn't have such assassination techniques, which allow the victim to die in a dream while the real body automatically stops all functions.

"Then do your best, you wastes, and try to survive, Jie Jie Jie!" Tiki on the side taunted him.

People are knives, I am fish.

Most legislators who can judge the situation are well aware of it.

Now it is actually Bai Mo's own internal struggle, and they are just pawns involved in this storm.

A white ink wants to pass by and kill them.

The other Bai Mo didn't seem to want them to die.

That's it.

"Hei Fatty is right. We who have been involved in this storm of upper-level struggle only need to do our best to survive." Ramdo said this sentence almost gritting his teeth.

He has always been unwilling to admit the huge gap between him and the enemy, but at this point, he can only temporarily accept the reality. As one of the people with the highest cultivation in the empire, he needs to stand up at this time and lead others out of the predicament.

After all, Ramdo, who majored in Shinto, was honestly the last person who wanted the empire to be slaughtered.

The believers are all dead, so what kind of divine way does he still practice.

But maybe only him in the late seventh stage dares to be called Tiqi Hei Fatty.

Edward Teach, shrouded in the halo of human despair, is a great threat to the human monks, and few of the same level are his opponents.

"After all, I still haven't escaped from his shadow." Qinglong Bahamut, one of the Four Holy Beasts of the Empire's Demon Realm, sighed softly.

It took them hundreds of years of hard work to escape from Bai Mo's claws. They never expected to be implicated again after enjoying less than 400 years of freedom.

……

Not to mention that the upper echelons of the empire have begun intensive preparations for a general mobilization war. For ordinary people in the empire at this time, daily life is still going on in an orderly manner.

Of course there are individual exceptions.

For example, Lin Cheng, who was shivering at this time, covered his head with a quilt, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

Through the tiny gap between the quilt and the bed, he peeked at a woman in white sitting in front of his desk from time to time with his back turned to him.

Lin Cheng remembered that because he had a long-distance running physical test the next day, he chose not to stay up late because he was afraid of sudden death, and went to bed at ten o'clock instead.

When he woke up, there was an inexplicably lying woman in front of the desk.

Looking at the sky outside, it seems that it is only three or four o'clock in the morning...

"Where did this woman come from..."

This is a single dormitory rented by Lin Cheng himself, and it stands to reason that no second person will come in.

It was eerily quiet.

For some reason, although this was his own room, Lin Cheng didn't have the courage to lift the quilt and question the other party loudly.

Instead, he only dared to peek under the covers.

Suddenly, the woman in white stood up.

She pulled out her chair and turned around.

Lin Cheng, who was hiding under the quilt, could only see the other party's legs that were partly visible in the white gauze.

The woman in white walked slowly towards the bed step by step.

She didn't know whether she was tired or drunk, and when she walked, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and her steps were fluttering.

Lin Cheng instinctively felt that an inexplicable danger that could threaten his life was approaching.

It's that woman!

"……I……"

The sound insulation of this rented dormitory building is average. Usually, Lin Cheng can often hear some harmonious sounds of life, but now he feels that poor sound insulation is not a bad thing. At least when he shouts for help, the whole building can hear it. .

He just wanted to yell, but to his horror, he found that he couldn't make a sound!

The threat is getting closer, or the distance between the desk and the bed is not a few steps.

Lin Cheng could feel that the woman who made his instinctive alarm buzz had already come to the bed.

The distance between the two is probably less than one meter.

It's just a gap.

He tried his best to relax his body as much as possible, trying to lie flat, trying to prevent the woman in white from noticing that there was someone on the bed, but an extra thick quilt.

But it seems to fail.

A hand of astonishing strength pressed a corner of the quilt.

Four fingers, who didn't know whether to describe it as tender white or pale, protruded from the gap in the corner of the quilt, which happened to be where Lin Cheng was peeping.

He stared helplessly at the four fingers, digging towards his own eyes...

"Tear!!!"

He was so frightened that he only knew to close his eyes and wait to die, but he never thought that it was just that his own bed was lifted by a hand with great force...

……

"Ah! Who are you?!"

The woman in white's words instantly shattered all Lin Cheng's fear of seeing ghosts.

Of course, the other party's appearance must also be added, which is indeed prettier than any girl he has ever met before.

"I should ask this question. This is my dormitory. Miss, who are you?!"

"I'm Zhao Zilin, a foundation cultivator, you're a mere mortal, why did you trespass on my cave!!!"

(End of this chapter)