We monsters don't want to die

An institution organized by all outstanding magicians and researchers from all over the world.

The only purpose is to study 【Temple】.

The Chosen One relies on the [Temple] to maintain their existence in this world.

As long as they destroy or control the [Temple], the threat of the Chosen One may be easily resolved.

This is the meaning of the existence of the Temple Research Institute. They have only one goal - to defeat the Chosen One!

Sauron is the slime working for the Temple Research Institute.

His mission this time is to investigate the player's actions, and if possible, collect some players' combat data and so on.

"... That's it, but I've been outside for several days, and there are no investigation results. As for fighting, I'm really not good at it."

Sauron became dejected.

Wu Di pondered for a long time at the side before asking:

"Can you take me to White Light City?"

Sauron looked a little hesitant and said:

"Well, although you are very amiable and compassionate, no dragons have visited our city yet. In addition, there are many slimes in that city. You know, we slimes are very important to dragons. It’s just a delicious dessert, and I’ll take you there, it may be a little difficult in the formalities, I mean, it’s a little troublesome.”

"Otherwise, you let me go first, and I will apply for you?"

Although Sauron spoke sincerely, Wu Di could easily hear the meaning behind his words.

The dragon, like the chosen ones, was not welcomed by these natives.

Think about it too, as a giant dragon with endless power, if there is no God's Chosen One, then it is completely at the top of the food chain.

With a body length of hundreds of meters, it really depends on who is not comfortable swallowing it in one gulp.

Wu Di could tell from Sauron's attitude towards himself.

For the natives, the dragon clan is definitely not a friendly gentleman, or a friendly army that can be won over.

Otherwise, Wu Di felt that he was not born on a cliff, but in the most luxurious suite in Baiguang City.

Sauron was euphemistic, but Wu Di didn't intend to play charades. His time was very limited, so he asked straightforwardly:

"It sounds like this temple research institute is very good. Do you accept the deal with the Dragon Clan?"

"Trading? Master Wu Di, what do you mean..."

Wu Di approached Sauron and said:

"I can get information about the Chosen One. Correspondingly, I need to get some rewards from you."

Sauron looked hesitant, but he quickly said:

"Master Wu Di, it's not that I don't want to promise you. I just made a deal with the giant dragon. I don't have the authority to decide this matter. If you trust me, can you take me back to Baiguang City? I will let someone with authority contact you of."

Wu Di looked at Sauron and said:

"How do I know if you will take the opportunity to play tricks?"

Sauron puffed out his chest:

"Please rest assured, Lord Wu Di, I will never run away!"

——Two hours later——

In a cave somewhere in the White Light Forest.

Wu Di looked at the wall in front of him. Behind this wall, there was a teleportation device leading to Baiguang City.

Sauron walked in front of the wall, and saw Sauron's entire slime stuck to the wall. After a flash of magic power, some letters and some arrow symbols appeared on the wall.

The letters are English letters.

"Why do you use English letters in Baiguang City?"

Wu Di asked immediately when he saw those English letters.

Sauron froze for a moment:

"English letters? What do you mean?"

He obviously didn't know what the English letters meant. Wu Di stretched out his paw and pointed to the letters on the wall:

"These are English letters, one of the languages ​​used by the Chosen Ones. Since you have studied the Chosen Ones well, you should know about them, right?"

Sauron showed a surprised expression and looked at Wu Di:

"It turns out that Master Wu Di has studied the God Chosen so well?! Although we know that these are the languages ​​​​the God Chosen will use, but we don't know the name at the time. It turned out to be a language called the English alphabet."

Although Wu Di still wanted to explain, but it was too troublesome to think about it, so forget it.

However, some surprising information was obtained.

Certain technologies in the construction of the White Light City seem to be related to the traversers.

Sauron quickly pressed his tentacles on the wall——

↘→↘↓↙←A

Wu Di, who was in the game hall when he was a child, couldn't help but curse secretly:

"Fuck."

Looking at the white light flickering in front of him, which began to decompose into light spots, and then became a wall of light walls, he still couldn't hold back, and asked:

"How was this portal built? Did God's Chosen participate?"

Sauron shook his head and said:

"All the magic in the Cyberworld comes from the [Temple], and so does this teleportation magic. Master Wu Di, does this teleportation magic have something to do with the Chosen One?"

"No, nothing."

Wu Di decided not to say anything for the time being.

Sauron saw that Wu Di didn't intend to continue discussing this question, so he didn't ask any more.

His body shook quickly.