Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 491 Shuttle
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to solemnly introduce to you, the winner of the Abyss game this time... Dun Jun!"

Xi Jie brought Dun Jun to the center of the dance floor and announced loudly.

"oh oh!"

All the men and women in costumes cheered together.

The gentlemen whistled, the ladies were more enthusiastic, flirting provocative winks: "He's mine tonight."

"No, mine."

"Stop arguing, sisters, be gentle with the little milk dog, maybe we can..."

……

Amid all kinds of well-intentioned or teasing laughter, Dun Jun blushed and hurried out of the crowd's attention center.

His hungry stomach has secreted a large amount of acid, craving for rich protein.

Dun Jun imitated others, picked up a silver plate and fork, made a lot of barbecue for himself, and began to feast on it.

I don't know how long he ate, he burped in satisfaction, looked at the dissolute and depraved upper class people on the dance floor, and fell into silence again.

With a glass of drink in hand, he turned down invitations from many ladies and began to wander around the banquet.

On the second floor, secret rooms were specially prepared for male and female guests, but that was not the focus of his attention.

That kind of whisper seemed to sound in Dun Jun's ear again.

He turned around and came to a certain corner, where he saw a silver-haired old gentleman in a tuxedo who was eating.

The other party was gracefully using a spoon to put a pot of thick soup into his mouth.

Seeing Dunjun approaching, the old man couldn't help but raised his head and showed a kind smile: "Lucky little guy... the first trip to hell doesn't feel too good? Just get used to it a little more. Congratulations on becoming a Extraordinary, of course , I will not ask about the source of your mystery, this is everyone's privacy, as long as you don't offend others, no one will care about you here..."

"Mister, can I sit next to you?" Dun Jun asked.

"Of course...the reason why I eat alone is not because I am unwilling to share..." The silver-haired old gentleman showed a surprised look: "I have seen too many winners, they will quickly indulge in the group of women and enjoyment, There's something special about you...you're good at looking around and seeing what's hidden beneath the surface..."

"I just..." Dun Jun didn't know how to answer.

Can he say that he is following the guidance of his heart?

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Henry. They all call me Old Henry... I was in hell, and I met a family member of a great person, who guided me on a mysterious path..."

There was a trace of nostalgia and a trace of regret on Old Henry's face: "It's a pity... Hell is too deep. When I entered hell later and wanted to find more enlightenment, I couldn't find that information... People's opinions about hell The understanding is too narrow. In my opinion, it is not only the pollution of the ground, but also everything... For example, the secret of why prehistoric civilizations will be destroyed! I doubt that the highest levels of the upper city have grasped this secret , but they categorically deny..."

Old Henry seemed very regretful, and took another sip of soup.

Seeing Dun Jun's gaze, his expression became softer: "Want to try it? This thick soup is my favorite delicacy."

"If you don't take the liberty of..."

Halfway through Dun Jun's words, he saw old Henry fish out an eyeball from the basin with a silver spoon.

"Ah... the source of fresh light, the gift of the Lord of Eyes..."

Old Henry's eyes lit up, he swallowed his eyeballs, and turned to look at Dunjun: "I sincerely invite you to become a member of Eye Worship Sect..."

"No!"

Dun Jun suppressed his nausea and quickly backed away.

In his heart, he suddenly had a strong interest in the history of that period of cataclysm.

At this time, a soft whisper sounded in his ear again.

'Oh, by the way, there is also the glory of spreading our lord... the master of alchemists, the master of calamity, the god of immortality! '

……

A wilderness.

The light gathered and turned into a gate.

A somewhat embarrassed figure escaped in a hurry.

Snapped!
He landed hard on the ground, turned over in embarrassment, and revealed his face, which turned out to be Smith!
"Successful... I became the chosen one and came to another world!"

Looking at the triangular red moon in the sky, Smith knew that he had come to another world: "Praise my lord!"

After experiencing all this, he became more devout in his belief in the Lost God.

However, teleportation to another world, especially with the body, is not an easy task even if one has a dreamland.

Some god-chosen were unfortunately buried in the torrent of space.

Smith subconsciously drove his mental power, chanted a spell, and wanted to heal his injuries.

The next moment, nothing happened.

"In a different world, the rules have also changed..."

Smith could sense that this place, like Philip City surrounded by seals, isolated most of the power of the ancient rulers.

"However... Praise my lord, His power can still be used in this world..."

Smith chanted the Immortal Psalm.

Gradually, he got up, looking at this deserted wilderness, frowning.

"The task my lord gave me is to investigate the ancient ruins, find information before the cataclysm, and it is best to obtain the secrets of the cataclysm... But where should I start?"

Smith muttered, suddenly, he saw a shadow in the grass.

It looked like a big dog that was rotting all over, but there were human heads on the left and right shoulders, and the animal head in the middle was drooling, with bloodthirsty and crazy eyes.

"Mutated creature? Or some kind of dependent?"

Smith's eyes condensed: "Unexpectedly, in another world, the first creature I saw was you who are so disgusting..."

He opened his mouth, chanting a mantra in praise of the lost god.

The meaning of madness is constantly rendering around.

"Woooo..."

The monster's expression suddenly became confused, and it ran away with its tail between its legs.

If it stays here again, it may be crazy, or it may be brainwashed and become a believer of the Lost God.

"Ugh..."

Smith didn't pursue either. He knelt half-kneeling, clutching his forehead: "My mental strength is actually so weak? No... Is it suppressed, is it the influence of different worlds?"

That's why he doesn't kill monsters directly.

Moreover, part of the mental power that spread just now has allowed him to find several targets.

That is a human survivor in the wilderness!
They are ragged and barely human-shaped, holding simple weapons, but their faces are full of ferocity.

"It's a little troublesome to mix in... By the way, I forgot that I don't know the local language..."

Smith sneaked around these aborigines, watched them cautiously start gathering, hunting... fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)