Mythological origins

During the observation process, somehow, Bai Mo suddenly had a feeling of...wanting to eat it?

Yes, eat this suddenly appeared alien.

This feeling is very rare.

Looking at this alien, there was actually a desire from the depths of Bai Mo's soul.

As if it was a trigger, when Bai Mo looked at the two people who called themselves "the protagonist rescue team" again, that desire surged out again.

"Are you... okay?" The silver-haired man was the first to realize that something was wrong with Bai Mo's eyes.

He had fought with various monsters in different worlds and was very sensitive to the greedy eyes staring at food.

At this moment, he felt that the Bai Mo in front of him seemed to have some overlap with their eyes.

"It's okay, just a little illusion." Bai Mo knew that the other party had also noticed this.

Besides, he was not interested in succumbing to this inexplicable desire.

In Bai Mo's view, eating people or eating aliens is not a big deal in itself. The source that can make him have this desire is what is really worth paying attention to.

With his current spiritual realm, there shouldn't be many things that can affect him to this extent.

"Really... nothing?" The silver-haired swordsman nodded, and his sleeves had already taken silent precautions.

Bai Mo clearly saw these small movements in his mind, but he didn't care.

"Get rid of it first." Bai Mo's psychic incarnation casually pulled out the road sign next to him, grabbed it in his hand as a weapon, and said while gesturing.

"How about a sword?" Looking at Bai Mo holding a road sign with an iron rod in the posture of holding a sword, the silver-haired swordsman was really a little uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same."

"Unbreakable!"

A second later, a stream of light flashed.

The alien in the middle of the street, from head to toe, had an extremely smooth cut.

It was cut into two halves quietly and evenly.

And this knife was not redundant at all, just starting from the top of the head and ending at the bottom of the feet, and even the ground where the alien stood was not damaged.

There was no waste of energy.

"Ah?!!"

"I said this was a movie."

"The brother in white clothes is so domineering~~I love it~~"

"This special effect is too awesome."

"It's just that the screenwriter's brain is a bit pitted. How could he use a long-handled road sign as a weapon! Isn't it better to use a white coat and a long sword?"

"I'm afraid it's not an AI-generated video. They can always do some shady things."

"Yes, yes, most likely AI-generated stuff."

"But look, does that person look familiar? It's the one on the wanted poster..."

The alien that just appeared and was still majestic was instantly split into two under the camera of the anchors.

Bai Mo's clean and neat "sword" once again set off the comment area, but as the initiator, his brows frowned slightly.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" After witnessing the whole attack, the silver-haired swordsman inadvertently used a respectful title.

This is definitely not a trick that a young man in his early twenties can use.

In the intelligence they knew, although Bai Mo was the protagonist of this world, he was definitely not so outrageous in the early stage.

"Should it be considered spiritual arts?" Bai Mo replied casually.     He didn't often use any weapons, and he grabbed the road sign as a weapon just because it was convenient.

After all, this was just a psychic incarnation, and it was not convenient to use physical attacks directly. It was more convenient to have a material carrier.

As for whether it was a knife, a sword, a bench, or a road sign, it really didn't matter.

Anyway, the core was the "unbreakable" spiritual arts attached to the material carrier.

"Magic... Is it popular for the current wizard to do swordless better than sword, and picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people?"

After hearing this, the silver-haired swordsman felt more and more magical in the world.

...

"My position has been exposed, let's talk about it in another place." Without waiting for the other party to sigh, Bai Mo threw an address to the silver-haired swordsman, and then disappeared with the alien corpse.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't react at all.

As for Li Chonglou and Yun Jie, who only had the physical strength of ordinary people, they were still leaning against the wall and panting, and they were all dizzy.

Bai Mo's acceleration just now was too brutal, which was equivalent to letting them experience a super roller coaster without protection.

When the brain is deprived of oxygen, it doesn't matter whether it is an alien or not.

"The address he gave is actually in Dongyang?" The silver-haired swordsman glanced at the paper in his hand. The place Bai Mo arranged for them was not even in the Fourth Rome, but in the Dongyang Islands on the other side of the sea.

And the time is three days later.

Bai Mo's incarnation, dragging the corpse of the alien, began to rush back to the main body in the suburbs of Emerald City.

He left so quickly mainly because he found that a broadcaster happened to be broadcasting all this.

With the purple-robed nobles' monitoring of the Fourth Rome Internet, Black Sword will soon learn about this and will inevitably lay a dragnet.

Now is not the time for a decisive battle.

Bai Mo doesn't like to fight a decisive battle with equal strength. If he can choose, he will play a crushing game.

Moreover, he was also very curious about what kind of magic this alien had with the guys in the protection team of the protagonist of the plane that could inspire his desire to devour.

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"I just went through the gates of hell." The yellow-haired muscular man who had not spoken a word took off his headscarf and said after Bai Mo left with the alien corpse.

The headscarf was covered with his cold sweat.

The yellow-haired man has a hostile radar exchanged from the system, which is responsible for detecting the friendliness of key mission targets.

A positive 100 means that the other party thinks that the team members are as close as close relatives.

A stranger is zero.

A negative 100 means that the other party thinks that the team members are at the same level as the enemy who killed his father.

Originally, the radar readings have been hovering between negative five and five, indicating that Bai Mo has no ill will towards them, but at the same time, he has no trust or good feelings, and the two sides are just beginning to contact.

But for a moment, the friendly value suddenly soared to negative eighty, and then quickly returned to zero, which scared the yellow-haired man.

Especially after seeing the lightning sword just now.

He still hasn't figured out how Bai Mo's sword that fell from the sky can achieve no inertia at all, cutting the alien in half from head to toe without letting any extra force damage the ground...

In terms of pure destructive power, the yellow-haired man can also blow up the alien with one blow, but it will inevitably cause collateral damage to the surrounding environment.

Moreover, he was just holding a road sign... a road sign he picked up at random... not a famous sword that had been tempered and refined for thousands of years and was almost born with spirituality...

"That is definitely not a young man, it is likely to be an old monster who was reborn or possessed." The silver-haired swordsman also gave his own answer. (End of this chapter)