My daughter is amazing

Chapter 113

Kant and Lunt cautiously approached the center of the battlefield, which was covered with a thick layer of black ash, full of doubts and curiosity.

It was very quiet along the way, and I didn't encounter any danger, I didn't meet other people, and I didn't even see bugs.

"Is this the center of the battlefield? This place... I remember that it should have been a small hill..."

Professor Kant took out a map from his pocket, and examined it carefully under the gradually brightening light.

Then he put down the map again and looked at the large flat black wasteland in front of him. There was no such thing as energy storms or space rifts.

"The intensity of this god battle is really low, why is it like this?"

he asked very puzzled.

"This may be due to the gap in strength between the two sides..."

Lent on the side speculated.

"It's like if ordinary people want to catch a cat in the house, it will be very troublesome, and it may make a mess in the room; but if they just catch an ant, they will be done with a pinch."

"Haha, very bold speculation."

Professor Kant laughed twice, not quite agreeing with the other party's statement.

At the stage of true god, who can be weaker than whom?

But he couldn't completely rule out this possibility. Humans still know too little about gods.

If this is the case, what kind of terrifying strength should the other god have?

With human imagination, I'm afraid it can't be figured out, right?

"Professor, I found something strange again."

Lent next to him suddenly spoke, interrupting Professor Kant's thoughts.

"Although perception is greatly disturbed here, I still tried to expand it..."

"Have you noticed that there seems to be only one kind of coercion and breath fluctuation remaining here?"

Professor Kant shook his head, he really didn't notice.

After entering this black wasteland, he quickly restrained his perception and did not dare to expand it.

Moreover, his perception is only convenient for research, whether it is accuracy or sensitivity, it is definitely not comparable to an eighth-level legend.

He quickly took courage, let go of his senses and felt the aftertaste of the surroundings.

It is true that only a very slight remnant of coercion can be felt.

Powerful, berserk, and just a faint remnant of it made him feel headaches, and he seemed to hear some strange sounds in his ears, like some kind of desperate wailing and screams before dying.

Professor Kant's face suddenly turned pale, his body staggered and nearly fell, and he was already on the verge of mental pollution.

This remaining coercion is not a big threat to Lent, who is at the eighth level, and just makes him feel a slight headache, but it is extremely dangerous to Professor Kant, who is only half a transcendent.

"Professor! Professor! Put away your perception!"

Lunt grabbed Professor Kant's arm, took out a small knife from his pocket, and pressed it against the professor's fingertips, intending to inflict some pain on him and help him maintain consciousness.

"No...no need, I'm fine..."

Professor Kant quickly withdrew his perception, waved his hand again, stood up straight, and his face gradually improved.

"After all, it is the site of God War, and it is not something that people like me can peek at at will..."

"You'd better put away your perception, otherwise I won't be able to save you if you touch something you shouldn't spy on."

He opened his mouth to persuade.

Lent was taken aback by his reaction and nodded repeatedly.

"However, there is really only one kind of residual coercion and breath fluctuation? Why is that?"

Professor Kant asked quickly.

Lunt shrugged his shoulders, saying that he could not understand the operation of the gods, but he still made a wild guess:

"The remaining one is obviously an evil god. He must have been killed by that good god, so there are remnants, right?"

Professor Kant did not answer, and did not comment on this speculation.

He once took a look from a distance outside another God War site, and the pressure and fluctuations left there have not dissipated so far. Just by looking at it, he would feel blurred vision and painful eyes.

Perhaps, the battle of gods that left the three ruins before was not one-on-one like today, but many-to-many, so the residual reaction was so violent and continued to this day.

This is a major discovery in archaeology!

The paper I wrote back can shock the whole world!

At that time, you can call Your Excellency Ke Luo as an assistant and let her sign it, so that she will also become famous in the archaeological world.

Professor Kant muttered in his heart, and he still didn't forget to help Xiao Keli, who is hardworking and studious these days, and respects her teachers.

She is much better than me, a bad old man, she should still be alive, right?

The two continued to move forward, gradually approaching the place where Roll put the scabbard down.

When he came here, Lent seemed to sense something. Although he listened to the professor's suggestion and put away his perception, the instinctive reaction of an eighth-level legend was still there.

He smelled something unusual in the air, a few cards popped out like magic between his fingers, and slowed down.

Then, he saw two young men who looked like ordinary villagers, with the trailer of a truck parked beside them.

Both of them were dressed in sackcloth and straw sandals, and they were dressed very plainly. They were holding a pair of shovels in their hands, and they were digging the soil one by one, and filling it into the bucket next to them.

What are these two doing?

wait, no!

Why would anyone else come to this place?

Who are they?

Professor Kant and Lunt's expressions changed immediately, they leaned forward, and approached cautiously.

Lent also crushed a card in his hand, and the figures of the two gradually became blurred and transparent, not only covering up the breath fluctuations on Lent, but even their breathing and heartbeat.

Pretty clever invisibility.

The appearances of the two young people are very similar, they are both ordinary faces, like twins, but there is always a faint smile on one face, looking like a typical sunny youth in a mountain village.

The other always had a gloomy face, as if he was carrying some unbearable weight.

While digging, the dark-faced young man stopped and turned to look at the smiling young man.

"Why are you looking at me? Keep digging!"

"The village has been peaceful for so long, and the farmer's harvest is not as good as every year. If there is no way to bring some back, it will be winter to eat the soil and drink the wind?"

The smiling young man said angrily.

The black-faced youth still didn't speak, and continued to stare at him.

The smiling young man seemed to be able to read his thoughts from his eyes, smiled and shook his head, and continued:

"No, maybe they are just passing by?"

"And it looks harmless to humans and animals, so there should be no hostility, right?"

"Did you say so?"

His last sentence was actually asked to Professor Kant and Lunt who were invisible not far away.

Lent was shocked. He was very confident in his invisibility. It was a unique skill, and even a ninth-level saint could not see through it.

What's more, this area is very special, the perception is seriously disturbed, and it can only be opened barely, and it is very dangerous.

How did these two ordinary villagers find themselves?

Lent didn't have time to think, he grabbed Professor Kant's arm and planned to escape.

He didn't dare to do anything in this kind of place, maybe something terrible would happen.

However, before he had time to take a step, he realized that his vision blurred, and his figure had left the spot and came to the two young men.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

The smiling young man said.

Although the smile on his face was bright, in the eyes of the two professors, it revealed an indescribable weirdness and horror.

After all, Lent still possesses the psychological quality of an eighth-level powerhouse. He swallowed hard, and replied in a low voice:

"We...we're just passing by..."

"It's really just passing by, we have no hostility at all!"

For some reason, he obviously didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of power from the two villagers, and they really looked like ordinary people.

But the instinct of the body made him feel extremely awed, as if facing two extremely powerful beings, his heartbeat increased uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Is that so? That's good..."

The smiling young man nodded, as if he didn't intend to embarrass them.

"But since it happens to happen, please do me a favor, we just take a break."

With that said, he handed out the shovel in his hand.

The same goes for the black-faced youth next to him.

Professor Kant and Lent didn't dare to disobey at all, they could only reach out trembling slightly, and took the shovel.

A very ordinary shovel, the same style as the street goods.

"By the way, I almost forgot to remind you all, don't use any inexplicable strange power, otherwise you may cause some trouble."

Lunt nodded quickly.

The two rolled up their sleeves, dug the soil one after another, and stuffed it into the trailer.

The two villagers watched silently from the side, except for a few words of encouragement occasionally, reminding them to change places, they basically didn't speak.

Even the expressions on their faces have not changed, one is still smiling and the other is dark.

Because they didn't dare to use their extraordinary strength, the two professors were so busy that they were sweating profusely, panting heavily, and the sun came out before they managed to fill up the bucket.

"It's almost done, it's really hard work."

The smiling young man clapped his hands and took back the shovel from the two of them.

The black-faced youth turned his head and gave him a look, as if expressing something.

The smiling young man understood his eyes, shook his head, and persuaded:

"Eh? There's no need for it, right? Didn't you agree that this trip will only dig soil and not kill people?"

The black youth continued to stare at him.

"Don't, don't, don't do this, just do what you say!"

"Also, wouldn't it be good if we ask them to help keep it secret?"

After all, he looked back at Professor Kant and asked:

"Can you promise me not to tell anyone about seeing us?"

Professor Kant nodded subconsciously before realizing what was going on.

"Very good, you agreed!"

The smiling young man said, and slapped three times.

Professor Kant and Lunt felt their eyes go dark at the same time, and fainted.

(End of this chapter)