Mythological origin

While observing, somehow, Bai Mo suddenly had a feeling... of wanting to eat it?

Yes, eat this alien that suddenly appears.

This feeling is rare.

Looking at this alien, a kind of desire actually surged from the depths of Bai Mo's soul.

As if it was a prelude, when Bai Mo looked at the two people who called themselves the "Protagonist Rescue Team" again, that desire surged out again.

"Are you... okay?" The silver-haired man was the first to realize that there was something wrong with Bai Mo's eyes.

He had fought with various monsters in different worlds and was very sensitive to the greedy eyes staring at food.

At this moment, he felt that the Bai Mo in front of him had some overlap with their eyes.

"It's okay, just an illusion." Bai Mo knew that the other party had also noticed this.

Besides, he had no interest in succumbing to such an inexplicable desire.

In Bai Mo's opinion, eating humans or eating aliens is not a big deal in itself. The source of his desire is what really deserves attention.

With his current spiritual realm, there shouldn't be many things that can affect him to this extent.

"Really... okay?" The silver-haired swordsman nodded, silently taking precautions in his sleeves.

Bai Mo clearly saw these little movements in his mind, but he didn't care.

"Get rid of it first." Bai Mo's psychic incarnation pulled out the road sign next to him, held it in his hand as a weapon, and spoke while gesturing.

"How about taking a sword?" Looking at Bai Mo holding a road sign with an iron rod in the posture of holding a sword, the silver-haired swordsman was really a little nervous.

"It doesn't matter. It's all the same."

"Wu Jian!"

A second later, a streak of light flashed by.

The alien in the middle of the street had an extremely smooth cut from head to toe.

It was cut in half evenly without a sound.

Moreover, this knife was not at all redundant, starting from the top of the head and ending at the soles of the feet, without even damaging the ground where the alien was standing.

There is no waste of energy.

"ah?!!"

“I said this is a movie.”

"The brother in white clothes is so domineering~~I love it~~"

“This special effect is too awesome.”

"It's just that the screenwriter's brain is a bit flawed. How could he use a long-handled road sign as a weapon? Wouldn't a white coat and a long sword be good enough?"

“I’m afraid it’s not an AI-generated video. They always come up with some horrible things.”

"Yes, yes, most likely AI-generated stuff."

"But look, that guy looks familiar, isn't he? He's the one on the wanted poster..."

The alien that had just appeared so majestic was instantly split into two under the cameras of the anchors.

Bai Mo's clean and neat "sword" once again set off the comments section, but as the instigator, his brows slightly frowned.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" After witnessing the entire attack, the silver-haired swordsman inadvertently used the honorific.

This is definitely not a move that a teenager in his early twenties could use.

According to the information they knew, although Bai Mo was the protagonist of this world, he was definitely not so outrageous in the early days.

"Should it be considered a spiritual technique?" Bai Mo replied casually. He didn't often use any weapons, and he only used the road sign as a weapon because it was convenient.

After all, this is just a psychic incarnation, and it is not convenient to use physical attacks directly. It is more convenient to have a material carrier.

As for whether it is a knife, a sword, a bench, or a road sign, it really doesn't matter.

Anyway, the core is the "indestructible" spiritual technique attached to a material carrier.

"Magic... Are the magicians now popular with the idea of ​​using no sword to defeat a sword, and can even hurt people by picking leaves and flying flowers?"

After hearing this, the silver-haired swordsman felt the world was more magical.

……

"My location has been exposed. Let's talk somewhere else." Without waiting for the other party to sigh, Bai Mo gave the silver-haired swordsman an address and then disappeared with the alien's corpse.

Everything happened so fast that they had no time to react.

As for Li Chonglou and Yun Jie, who had only the physical strength of ordinary people, they were still leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, and feeling dizzy.

Bai Mo's acceleration just now was so brutal that it was equivalent to letting them experience a super roller coaster without any protection.

When the brain is deprived of oxygen, it doesn’t care about whether it is an alien or not.

"The address he gave is actually in Dongyang?" The silver-haired swordsman took a look at the piece of paper in his hand. The place Bai Mo arranged for them to meet was not even in the Fourth Rome, but in the Dongyang Islands across the sea.

And the time is three days later.

Bai Mo's incarnation, dragging the alien's corpse, began to rush back to his original body in the suburbs of Emerald City.

The main reason why he left in such a hurry was because he found that a host was broadcasting all of this live.

With the purple-robed nobles' monitoring of the Fourth Rome's Internet, it won't take long for the Black Sword to learn about this and will certainly set up a dragnet.

Now is not the time for a decisive battle.

Bai Mo doesn't like to fight evenly matched battles. If he has a choice, he will go for a crushing victory.

What's more, he was also very curious about what kind of magic this alien and the guys in the protection team of the plane protagonist had that could actually stimulate his desire to devour.

……

"I just had a close call with hell." The yellow-haired muscular man, who had been silent all this time, took off his headscarf and said after Bai Mo left with the alien corpse.

His turban was stained with his cold sweat.

Huangmao has a hostility radar on his body that he exchanged from the system, which is specifically responsible for detecting the friendliness of key mission targets.

One hundred means that the other party considers the team members to be close friends, like close relatives.

Stranger, is zero.

If it is negative one hundred, it means that the other party thinks that the team members are on the same level as the enemy who killed his father.

Originally, the radar readings had been hovering between negative five and five, indicating that Bai Mo had no ill will towards them, but at the same time he also had no trust or goodwill towards them, and the two sides were just in the stage of beginning contact.

But at that moment, the friendly value suddenly soared to negative eighty, and then quickly returned to near zero, which scared the yellow-haired strong man.

Especially after seeing that lightning sword just now.

He still hasn't figured out how Bai Mo's sword, which fell from the sky, had no inertia at all, and cut the alien in half from head to toe without any extra force damaging the ground...

In terms of pure destructive power, Huangmao himself can blow up the alien with one blow, but it will inevitably cause collateral damage to the surrounding environment.

Moreover, he was holding only a road sign... a road sign he picked up at random... not a famous sword that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations and was almost born with spirituality...

"That's definitely not a young man. It's probably an old monster who has been reincarnated or possessed." The silver-haired swordsman also gave his own answer. (End of this chapter)