EFB Chapter 16 The God Thief!
Chapter 16 The God Thief!
The sinister smiles on the three faces in the center of the tree trunk hadn't yet faded.
They got stuck in the folds of skin and flesh.
Facial features misaligned.
Finally, they huddled together in a twisted, terrified mass.
It smelled it.
That dampness, that gloom.
That's the aura etched into the deepest layer of its genetic sequence.
The aura of a boss.
The wooden brain, untouched for thousands of years, didn't even have time to process this immense fear.
The only thought was two words.
It's over.
The check-up team has arrived.
The hunting dogs and the team members stared blankly.
The S-class behemoth that was so arrogant just a second ago is now trembling.
The massive body trembled violently.
A muffled sound came from inside the body.
That was the sound of a building about to collapse, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation.
Followed by.
Another dull, loud bang.
The ground was shaking.
That mountain of flesh received no buffer.
It crashed straight down into the ground.
He performed a full prostration.
The wildly dancing roots and tentacles frantically tried to retract themselves.
Finally, they were twisted into a neat, orderly ball.
Those three faces were even more desperately piling up wrinkles.
His expression was almost obsequious.
"Look what you've done to the yard!"
Chen Mo took off his earplugs.
He casually pointed to the scattered limbs and broken arms around him, as well as the rampant weeds.
The disdain in his tone was like that of a harsh landlord inspecting an unfinished building.
"You haven't pruned your plants for thousands of years, all you do is sleep? Is this your work ethic?"
The rotting tree-man trembled even more violently.
The rotting flesh on his body fell off in a flurry.
It hurriedly pulled out a few of its tenderest branches.
A strong wind arose.
They frantically cleaned up the bloodstains and bone fragments on the ground.
The movements become fluid and effortless due to extreme familiarity.
It exudes a sense of bitterness from years of exploitation.
In just a few blinks.
The slaughterhouse, which was originally a bloody and ruthless place, was transformed into a clean and bright place.
It even went so far as to pave a path with broad leaves in a flattering manner.
It leads straight to Chen Mo's feet.
It was as soft as a freshly woven green velvet blanket.
"Gurgle... gurgle..."
The tree-man squeezed out a low, pleading groan from its throat.
It cautiously peeked out its branches from deep within the tree canopy.
It was wrapped around two fist-sized fruits.
It is crystal clear, like glass.
It is shaped like an eyeball.
The surface of the fruit peel shimmered with a clear, cool glow.
Just one glance.
The cacophony of thoughts that had been raging in my mind receded like the tide.
The remaining area is Qingming.
It presented the fruit to Chen Mo.
The branches hold the fruit high.
But I wish I could shrink into the dust.
Chen Mo reached out and took it.
I weighed it in my palm twice.
"The condition is so-so, but it's passable."
He casually tossed one of them behind him.
The canvas of the backpack has a tear.
The slippery tentacles shot out like lightning.
It rolled up the fruit and then shrank back.
Then comes the teeth-grinding crackling sound, followed by the satisfying chewing sound.
Chen Mo held the remaining one.
He then lifted his eyelids and glanced at the huge thing in front of him.
"This is a one-time exception. Open the door, I need to go to the kitchen."
The three faces of the rotting tree-man simultaneously showed relief.
escape.
Its massive body rolled to the side.
The tunnel leading to the deep underground was revealed behind them.
rear.
The woody texture on the hound's body has finally faded.
But his knees seemed rooted to the ground.
I couldn't even think of standing up.
He stared intently at that retreating figure.
Standing in the shade of a giant tree.
A boy playing with a glowing fruit between his fingertips.
In his eyes.
This scene is hardly a reprimand of the gardener.
This is clearly a divine incarnation.
All things submit.
"That is... the offspring of the most greedy black goat in the abyss..."
The hound's fingers gripped the silver cross on its chest tightly.
Fingertips dug into flesh.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Those demons that feed on resentment are as lowly as ants before that great one..."
"Without any fighting, and without any elemental fluctuations, he simply stands there. His pure and immaculate holiness is enough to make demons feel ashamed of themselves, even willingly offering up their soul fruits in exchange for liberation..."
In the hound's mind.
Chen Mo's figure was stretched out infinitely.
It was coated with a layer of sacred and inviolable gold.
The logic is perfectly closed.
Only the true Child of Light.
Only beings whose soul purity rivals that of an archangel.
Only then can such a profound and soul-stirring influence be exerted.
"Praise be to the Holy Light... no, praise be to Lord Chen Mo!"
The hound used both its paws and feet.
He staggered to his feet.
He bent down to face Chen Mo's back.
His forehead was almost touching his knees.
His voice was filled with a frenzied vibrato.
"My lord! The core of the seal lies ahead. Please allow us, your humble servants, to pave the way for you!"
Chen Mo was about to put the eyeball fruit into his mouth.
The movement stopped in mid-air.
He turned his head to the side.
I glanced at the hunting dogs, who seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
His brows furrowed into a knot.
Have these people's brains been burned out by the radiation from the abyss?
Just now he was acting like he was going to die.
Why did it suddenly ignite?
"Fine, whatever you say."
Chen Mo shrugged.
Ignore it.
Open your mouth and bite off the fruit.
[Ding! Consumed S-grade specialty, the Fruit of All Vision.]
[Effect activated: Gain a brief Truth Vision. The underlying code and hidden information of the material world will be revealed to you. Duration: 10 minutes.]
The pulp enters the mouth.
A strong, refreshing minty sensation burst forth.
It rushed straight up the throat to the top of the head.
The world before Chen Mo's eyes had changed.
The magnificent palace melted and crumbled.
Instead, there is a network of countless lines woven from data streams and intricate runes.
And at the deepest part of this palace.
The direction they were heading towards was the kitchen.
Chen Mo saw a jumble of garbled text.
It was a black mass of data that was expanding malignantly and twisting.
The malice emanating from it was even more intense and foul than that of Xiao Hei.
Above the garbled text.
A line of blood-red annotations, which only he could decipher, floated above the text.
[WARNING: An external virus has invaded your bedroom.]
[Identity Determination: The Thief of Gods.]
Chen Mo slowed down his chewing.
Finally, it came to a complete stop.
The nonchalant expression on his face gradually faded.
The nonchalance in his eyes was frozen.
All that remained was a murderous intent colder than the abyss itself.
"Little Black".
Chen Mo swallowed the cold fruit pulp.
He spoke in a deep voice from the bottom of his heart.
"My house has been burgled."
"And this thief... is using your pot to cook his rice."
Inside the backpack.
Little Black stopped eating.
A heavy, oppressive atmosphere seeped out from the canvas fibers.
Silently.
It enveloped the desolate garden.
"Walk."
Chen Mo stepped over the rotting tree-man's torso lying on the ground.
One step leads into the dark corridor that leads into the depths.
"Go see which fool dares to touch my things."