Original God, looking for the heart

The elemental riot gradually subsided. Mo Bei turned his head and refused to look at the straggler again.

Except for the pounding heart, the skirmishers caught the subtle whispers——

"electricity…"

He couldn't help but feel confused. Mo Bei was not even afraid of facing Balzebul, so how could he suddenly have such a strong stress reaction.

But being held tightly by someone, and clearly feeling the other person's violent heartbeat and rapid breathing...everything made it clear that this was not a dream.

What's even worse is whether Mo Bei will be afraid of himself as a lightning energy carrier in the future.

The light and shadow are mottled between the leaves, and the trees elongate their shadows. The fear will eventually fade away with time. Mo Bei leaned against the skirmisher and apologized softly, hoping that his previous behavior had not hurt him.

"I won't get hurt that easily. In comparison, your situation is more important."

Mo Bei felt the touch coming from his forehead and knew it was the soldier comforting him. He hooked his arm with the other person's arm, absorbing the reassuring feeling.

……

——Xumi, darkroom——

The underground rooms are always uncomfortable, and the humid air is filled with the pungent mixture of various potions. Somewhere, there was the sound of potions boiling after being mixed, or the sound of glass instruments colliding.

"Dotore!" The puppet's sinister roar made the person playing with the reagents put down their instruments for a rare moment.

"These reagents are enough to keep you in the abyss for a while. Coming to me in such a hurry... Scaramucci, this is not common for you."

"There's so much nonsense, let me see your experiment list."

"Oh? Are you interested in those people?" The doctor pretended to be interested and touched his chin, "I remember that you have always been dismissive of my experiments."

"Tsk... stop talking nonsense." The skirmisher walked straight to the filing cabinet where the experimental reports were stored and started flipping through them.

The doctor came behind the skirmisher: "Only experimental data related to "Demon Scale Disease" are stored here - let me guess, what are you looking for. "

The skirmisher stopped rummaging around in his hands and stared at the half-mask on the opponent's face: "...Dotore, watch your hands."

"Haha. Use a respectful tone when speaking to me." The eyes under the mask cannot be seen. But it always gives people a creepy feeling, "What you are looking for is not about——"

"The kid who didn't show up "accidentally" today. "

Before he finished speaking, the skirmisher's fist had already been raised. The corner of the doctor's mouth raised, and he caught the skirmisher's punch with one hand.

"If you dare to attack him... I don't mind letting all your hard work go to waste - including you and your crooked slices!"

"Really?" The doctor walked past the stragglers and left a message, "Scaramucci, don't forget, you are the one asking me for help now——"

…The stragglers gritted their teeth, lowered their hat brim and left angrily.

——Xumi, Teaching Order——

"Knock knock."

Mo Bei got out of bed and opened the door a crack.

"I am the great sage Azar, please open the door."

In the crack of the door is an old man (crossed out) wearing a blue robe. His white beard is like a representative of his profound knowledge, which trembles with his master's breathing.

Well, preliminary judgment is that the threat is not great.

"click"

"Hello, Sir Sage."

Azar didn't say much, but just took out a miniature leaf-shaped instrument: "According to the decision of many parties, void terminals will be distributed to all passengers coming to Xumi in the near future. This is yours."

Mo Bei stretched out his hands, and the void terminal floated over from Azar's hands. After thinking about it for a while, I still didn't figure out how to use it: "Excuse me, how to use this thing?"

"Hmph, foreigners..." Azar was disdainful in his heart, "Just put the Void Terminal in your hand and silently say, 'May I be able to listen to the voice of wisdom from the gods'."

"Thank you."

Azar waved his hand and left without looking back.

He didn't want to have too much contact with Mo Bei. You will even be surprised by the fact that the sixth seat of fools is a human being - how can you be so bound when you are about to become a god? But he was also obsessed with the idea that the skirmishers were just a temporary obsession. When the day comes when he becomes the god who protects Xumi, he will abandon this useless human being. By then, Xumi will not have to worry about the weakness of the gods.

"The plan is underway, and all those who wear the Void Terminal will obediently present their 'dreams'."

……

Mo Bei held the Void Terminal in his hand and silently recited the "mantra" taught by Azar: "May I be able to listen to the voice of God's wisdom."

"Didi". The sound of some kind of machine running sounded in my ears.

Just like in the science fiction movies I've seen, the green transparent glasses stretch from the ears to the eyes.

"Handsome!" He looked around curiously, and information about the objects he saw naturally popped into his mind. "It would be great if I could wear this during the exam." (Integrity reference! Integrity reference! Integrity reference!)

But it hasn't been used for long, and there seems to be some problems with this void terminal. "Ziz...zi..." The words began to blur, and even his vision was affected.

The leaf symbol floating in my ear became blurred, flickering erratically like a poorly connected electric light. A trace of blood-colored energy escaped from the candle sun and wrapped around the void terminal.

In a place where Mo Bei couldn't see, two energies confronted each other.

One side is the parasitic Tengman, and the other side is the "fallen" Zhulong.

..."Zi Zi...Zi Zi..." Not only the void terminal worn by Mo Bei, but also the entire Xumi terminal and even the void itself became unstable.

"Quick! Check the terminal!"

It suddenly became lively outside. To be precise, it was chaotic. Some scholars hurriedly ran to the top floor of the Imperial Academy, muttering, "Something bad has happened."

Mo Bei also wanted to investigate the situation, but the instructions from his brain seemed to be intercepted by some mysterious power. At this moment, I noticed the abnormality in the Void Terminal.

"Zizzi..." The sound of electricity in his ears made Mo Bei's hair stand on end.

"Ding!"--

The terminal automatically fell off and fell to the ground. Mo Bei even stumbled back a few steps, holding on to the table before settling down.

"Boom"! The door was kicked open from the outside. When the skirmishers saw that no one opened the door and heard the sound of something falling inside the room, they anxiously chose the most direct method. He hugged Mo Bei into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Zi..." The Void Terminal that fell to the ground made a sound. The skirmishers became even more furious when they noticed it——

He had clearly warned those guys not to give the Void Terminal to Mo Bei! !

Somewhere, the sound of the void terminal closing came. The skirmishers hugged Mo Bei and took him back to the bed. Perhaps because the nerves that had been tense all day were finally relaxed, Mo Bei fell asleep quickly.

The skirmisher closed the door gently and walked towards Azar's office with a sullen face. Already disturbed by Dotore, a certain bug actually dared to take matters into his own hands... It seemed that there was a need for "good, good, good communication" tonight.

At night, the silver moon envelopes every leaf, and stars are reflected in the mist.

A wisp of energy as green as green leaves floated cautiously towards Mo Bei, with four leaves blossoming in the gauze-like softness.

The black aura emerged from the shadows, decisively blocking the green energy. Zhu Yue was not idle either. It neatly cut off part of the emerald green as a warning.

The four-leaf clover fell to the ground and withered instantly. The rest of the green also shrunk and slowly faded away.

"Well..." Mo Bei shrank into the bed and turned over again, as if he was disturbed. The two breaths were stunned, and they each retreated to their original places.

The stars also became sleepy, slipping into the hotbed woven by clouds and falling into the dreamland given by the night.

……