Chapter 137: No one understands wolf destruction better than them

After transferring the knowledge, Liu Siting was still crazy and fainted

directly.

It’s okay.

Kemun backhanded invaded the opponent's dreamland, absorbing the dissipated

chaotic knowledge.

As for the chaotic information that has been incorporated into her

consciousness, there is no way.

Liu Siting is not destined to be a normal person, and what awaits her for the

rest of her life is a life that combines chaos and reason.

Kemeng retreated quietly, opened his eyes and saw Lalaiye as always.

The starfish and the coral, the two super-heavy creatures, were still fighting

in close hands. The wounds healed quickly on their own, and it was almost

impossible to see which of the two had the victory.

Kemeng watched for a while, then ran to see the construction project of the

dream player.

Tens of millions of people are concentrated on the plains for construction,

and the construction of the science and technology zone has made great

progress.

The insiders of Kemun’s Synaesthesia’s materials area already have something

in the making of electrical circuits and other instruments, ready to transform

into automated production.

Kemun was about to take a deep look, when suddenly there was a feeling that

something was coming to Laley.

Blinking his eyes, canceling the synaesthetic image, looking through the

darkness of Laleyer, saw a ghost in the shape of a black cloak flying in.

The black ghost is full of rotten and dark aura, and the clothes on his body

seem to have not been changed for decades.

The ghost apostle looked very excited when he saw Cthulhu in a waking state.

Then, humble it began to report to Cthulhu about the development of believers

in recent times.

There are already two hundred and fifty-six fanatic believers with Cthulhu at

the core. This is also the main reason why the black ghosts have not come to

Cthulhu to report the situation recently.

They are too busy, running around and training the uncivilized, foolish

people, it is really impossible to report the situation.

It wasn't until the black ghosts gathered on the land that they realized that

everyone hadn't reported their work, so they immediately sent a ghost who was

not decadent enough to Laley.

The ghost whose breath is not decadent enough shivered, and while suffering

from the pressure of the evil god, he tremblingly reported his work.

Kemeng could feel the morbid happiness from it, he was so uncomfortable that

he wanted to die, but he was showing a look of enjoyment.

The black ghost claims that human adventurers are stubborn and difficult to

domesticate. They finally domesticate a group and then play with them.

They don't want to domesticate human adventurers anymore, it is too wasteful

of resources, it is better to spend time on local monsters.

Although the monster does not remember the memory of the previous life after

being reborn, it is better than those believers who play with the evaporation

of the world.

The black ghost asked the evil ** Cthulhu whether he would take action

against human adventurers and suppress them. After all, the gods behind the

human adventurers got rid of the adventurers for no reason and hindered

Cthulhu's great cause of unblocking.

After Kemon listened, his face was expressionless, but he already knew the

nature of the adventurer's evaporation.

Transforming into Cthulhu believers naturally has to be supervised in reality

so that they cannot preach.

In this regard, Kemun’s opinion is to continue to domesticate!

If it was before, Kemon's opinion was that it would no longer be domesticated,

but this time it is different. Players are an important resource.

Liu Siting has been given a heavy responsibility by Kemeng. If she does not

die, she can make many sorrowful operations.

Although these human believers are temporarily trapped and unable to play a

role, they can be retained to play a role in the future.

Kemeng passed a thought and used the power of manipulating fear to control the

body of the black ghost, giving it the idea of continuing to domesticate.

The black ghost trembled all over, and a big fear was generated in his heart.

The cloak became more tattered, the aura of decay became stronger, and the

whole body exuded a cold feeling.

The indescribable fear was overwhelmed in my heart, and the black ghost's

rationality was almost squeezed out.

Continue to domesticate humans without stopping, no matter how difficult it

is, the black ghost understands, but the body is also close to the edge of

collapse.

Kemun stopped in time, and the black ghost did not die.

The black ghost waited on the spot for a while, weak and strong coexisted, as

if it became stronger.

It expressed its sincere gratitude, and then left Laleille leisurely.

Kemun stared at the black ghost's back and nodded secretly in his heart.

In terms of loyalty, the black ghosts are indeed a group of dedicated people

who are striving toward the great cause of unblocking.

It was also at this time that Kemon heard illusory mutters.

To be reasonable, the sacrifices have come quickly recently.

If the group of 256 believers grows larger in the future, it is estimated that

believers will sacrifice every day.

The space-time stone powder is a rare thing, and it has the monsters of Novice

Village to sacrifice, giving people a feeling that it is not difficult to

collect.

Say it is not rare enough. Among the 256 believers, only one ethnic group held

a sacrifice today. It seems very difficult to collect.

Kemon accepted the sacrifice from the other side, and part of his

consciousness parachuted into a village of low-rise buildings.

Kemeng saw a group of little monsters wearing black robes. The black robes

covered their upper body, with only the corners of the robes showing their

toes.

They are barefoot without shoes, their toes have sharp nails, and there is

black mud in their fingertips.

Kemeng couldn't see their whole bodies. It didn't matter. All his followers

would wear them like this when they held sacrifices to ensure that they would

not look directly at the evil god.

It is possible that the spiritual intuition can also be enclosed in the black

robe and mask to further avoid the risk of looking directly at the evil god.

This is Kemeng's new understanding.

The group of little black-robed monsters chanted loudly: "Great Cthulhu...the

old ruler...the sleeping ** of Laley..."

"We are a family of dwarf werewolves. We hope that the great Lord can give all

the old, weak, sick and disabled a strength."

"For good or bad, we accept it."

"This is a perfect sword, the most beautiful sword in the world!"

The dwarf presented a short sword and threw it into the well in the village.

Kemeng took a look, it was perfect at first sight, it was a perfect sword as

expected.

Without any hesitation, Kemeng's heart moved, the grey mist surged and the

sword disappeared.

According to the request of the other party, Kemeng felt all the old, weak,

sick and disabled in the village.

Having said that, the other party's request is really ruthless, and the wolf

is destroyed at the first hearing.

Weed out the old, weak, sick and disabled, and died as soon as possible. The

dwarf who survived became stronger, and coupled with the middle-aged men in

the village, the whole village was good soldiers.

No one knows better than them what is the herd immunity of disadvantaged

groups, too cruel.

This group of dwarf weren’t the prairie wolves who sacrificed the wicked word

book, they were a new race, and their character was more ruthless.

Kemeng waited for a while, made sure that the other party did not make a new

request, and then carefully felt the emotions of the dwarf werewolf tribe. The

members of this village did not have a sense of childhood, at least not

subjectively.

The mood of the old, weak, sick and disabled is quite fluctuating. Some people

with disabilities are secretly dissatisfied, and some people with disabilities

secretly look forward to running the young dozens of years old from time to

time and regain their youthful vitality.

There are only seven dwarf men with disagreements ~www.mtlnovel.com~. It seems

that this village is a form of voting where many votes overwhelm a few votes,

and the opponents passively accepted the group's decision.

However, Kemeng is an evil god, how could he condone these people who know

better.

Everyone has to accept random buff magic!

In the next second, all the dwarf werewolves felt an inexplicable power surge

in their bodies.

Some dwarves encountered strong backlash, unable to withstand the pressure,

and turned into a mass of bones.

Those dwarves who are in good health and in adulthood are frightened, because

they also feel strange powers arising in their bodies.

"Wow!"

After a long time, the dwarf werewolf tribe survived and became stronger, but

half of the tribe died forcibly.

The dwarves who survived were silent, tears in their eyes.

After a while, they wiped away their tears and came to the resurrection altar

in the clan, waiting for the newborn to appear.