They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 77

Chapter 77 

Joyce braked quickly during the sprint and forced himself to stop five meters in front of the gate of the weird shelter.

This is the safe distance set by the containment facility.

The guards panted and chased after her, and when they saw Joyce standing still, they gradually slowed down and stopped behind her, "My lord, is that the intruder?" Joyce

didn't answer immediately.

The track she had just captured did indicate that the intruder had entered the eerie containment. But if this thief had his right mind, he would not have done this.

The Strange Shelter was a place that even she, a Sage, did not dare to set foot in easily.

She must apply to the Bishop of the Cathedral in advance, and after approval, assemble her team and set up multiple layers of mental and physical protection for herself and her companions before entering.

Because there are many weird people who have the ability to be seduced by spirits, if you can't figure out why you want to get close to the weird shelter, you must be "bewitched".

Behind this gate, there are all the weirdness that has not belonged to the highest secret level since the founding of the city of York. Among them, there are many high-ranking objects ranked in the top 50. When necessary, the Cathedral of Truth will use them as weapons.

She spread out her spiritual senses again, but this time it was as if she were fishing for a sea fish in the air, and found nothing.

"I did enter the shelter."

Konoe was shocked, "Could it be that the intruder is here for something weird?"

"Not really," Joyce shook her head, "if you're really here for the weird, you should have made a beeline for the weird shelter in the first place." But now he's clearly being forced to flee in.

Konoe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't know the weird correct way to deal with it, then the intruder may be more than lucky, and you don't have to worry about it for the time being, my lord."

Joyce nodded, but she didn't feel steady.

Is it really that simple? The intruder who was able to use the Sage to divert the tiger from the mountain was so stupid that he ran into the weird asylum, and then was swallowed up by the weird?

But is there anything else possible besides this answer?

"Stay here," Joyce took two steps back and leaned against the wall, "Wait until tomorrow morning, and we'll report to the Bishop for approval from the Council of Elders to temporarily open the Weird Shelter."

"Yes," Konoe stood quietly beside her.

At this time, Alana was caught in the impact of "Grandma Liu's entry into the Grand View Garden".

Before today, if she were to guess what the weird shelter would look like, she would think it was: a large hall with a stack of glass cabinets and containers.

All kinds of strange objects are sealed in different containers, neatly arranged in order, typical of a museum.

In fact, the room wasn't as big as the classroom where she was teaching. One after another, the silver-white magic circles circled the strange "habitation range", and they were suspended in the air, surrounded by layers of light gold rune rings.

It was truly an eye-opener.

She took two steps forward and saw an acquaintance, the [Weird 216] Invisible Guest. Now it's in the form of a rune ring, trying to fish in troubled waters in other rings, "Pretty smart?" As soon as the

words were finished, the rune ring fell with a click, smashed on the smooth round platform, and shattered to the ground.

Then, under her gaze, it twisted and folded back together, turning into an inconspicuous piece of gravel.

Uh, what's going on with this inexplicable feeling of grievance? Didn't I praise you?

At this moment, there was a small and broken sound in my ears. It looked like thousands of people whispering, and it looked like a faint howl coming from the void.

This change seems to have infected other weirdness, and they have also begun to become restless. Although there is no discernible sound, the spiritual fluctuations are like hot water that heats up.

"Talking to me?"

Alana looked around, through several aisles, and walked unmistakably to an ancient book that was completely black. Rune rings record its message.

[Weird 031, nightmare fairy tale. It can emit a frantic moan, pulling intelligent beings within a 10-kilometer radius into fantastical dreams, and draining their life force in a matter of minutes. There is no resistance below the Angel level.

There was also half of the sentence obscured by the ancient book, and Alana subconsciously reached out and pushed it to the side.

[Level: High Risk.] 【

Do not approach, do not touch, and do not read! All

voices stopped abruptly.

The weirdos who were still restless just now also fell into an awkward silence.

In fact, the weirdos don't have a complete soul like Bu Bai, they just have some kind of activity under the influence of various factors such as supernatural power, divine pollution, and deep sea pollution.

The greatest embodiment of this activity is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, or to bully the weak and fear the hard.

"Ahem," Alanna pushed the ancient book back into its original position, "the serial number is so high, it should be smarter?" Can you tell me which direction is the treasure trove where the Mind Compass is stored?

The nightmare fairy tale pretended to be dead for a few seconds, but the spookier being in front of it stared at it motionlessly.

Eventually, the ancient book, which had not moved since entering the shelter, turned around with difficulty, pointing to the south side.

"Thanks," Alana said, walking over to the wall and holding her hand.

Fortunately, it is a wall made of earth and magic circle, and there is room for hands and feet, and if it is cement and steel bars, I really don't know how to get over.

She turned a thorn rose into a dagger, stabbed a deep hole with swift precision, and then shadowed into it.

The inexplicable low pressure in the shelter was swept away.

After a dizzy shuttling, her vision widened, and Alana saw for the first time a round platform in the golden circle, on which floated a rusty but pure spiritual power.

Entering the compass of the mind is a simple step. Because it is the carrier of the fragments of consciousness of the high-level transcendental, it only recognizes the person, not the identity.

Alana used a hidden magic weapon to bypass the formation and easily leap into the small world.

In front of me is a spring scenery that I haven't seen for a long time. A cool breeze blows by, and the willows sway gently. Mr. Spencer, the elf with whom she had a relationship, was sitting under a tree playing against a black-robed lady of about fifty.

Both of them sensed the ripples of the barrier being pierced at the same time, and looked at her.

Spencer was stunned for a second, and the chess pieces in his hand clicked and landed on the chessboard, "Alana? The

girl in front of him was no longer as thin and tired as when he first saw her, she was tall, well-proportioned, and her spiritual strength had climbed several levels compared to that time, so that he didn't recognize it at the first time.

"Mr. Spencer," Alana bowed respectfully.

"Who is this?" It was rare for the black-robed lady to see Spencer so out of shape, and she couldn't help but be curious.

"This, this is my night watchman Alana · Sos, who took a faith test last winter."

"Oh," the black-robed lady didn't feel too strange. Because these fragments of their angelic or demigod consciousness are a treasure trove of knowledge, the Church of the Four Gods often sends people to ask questions, and the one in front of them is probably the same.

Spencer was a little more than she thought.

Alana is a new low-level Night Watchman, and if she comes to him through official channels, she will at least be accompanied by a wise priest. But now she's alone, and she's not wearing a Night Watchman's uniform.

Does this mean that she sneaked in?

What does this mean? What questions she wants to ask aren't for others to know?

"Ahem, Shibbel, the little guy is here to find me, or you will go back first, right?"

Shiebel pouted, "I'm also an angel-level powerhouse of the Night God Cult, maybe I can help this Night Watchman as well?" As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Alanna, "You said yes."

Alana smiled politely, "I do have some personal matters to discuss with Mr. Spencer.

Shiebel snorted, turned around and walked away.

Sensing that the aura was gone, Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Alanna with a smile, "I said I was looking forward to seeing you again, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. You came here secretly today?

"Yes."

Spencer was impressed that the Cathedral of Truth was not a place where any thief could come and go freely. And wasn't the Sage Lady in the church lately? Alana actually bypassed her surveillance.

"Victor helped you?" It was the only possibility he could think of.

"It's Erin-sama."

Spencer fell silent. Although he was sealed in the compass of the mind, there were always people coming in, so he naturally knew that his brilliant student had fallen in the mission not long ago.

But what did he hear now?

"You mean Erin· Moore?"

"Yes, sir."

Spencer was stunned: "She's not dead?"

"Lord Erin has indeed fallen."

Spencer was dumbfounded. Then there is only one possibility, Erin is indeed dead, but was saved by a high-level necromancer? Thankfully, I didn't expect her to have such an opportunity.

"Okay, it's good to be still there." He smiled with relief, "So, Erin sent you here today?" Is there anything she wants me to do?

Time was limited, and Alanna wasn't going to explain Erin's affairs here, "I want to take you out, would you like to?"

Spencer blinked, his face full of confusion, "What did you just say?"

"I would like to ask you to be my knowledge advisor and stay by my side to teach me. In other words, I want to steal you out of this mind compass, would you?

Spencer froze.

"O Holy Bonacon!" Hidden in the gap between the small worlds, Shiebel suddenly jumped out, "Did I hear me right? You, a low-ranking night watchman, want to get him out?

Alana didn't sense Sheebel's eavesdropping operation, and suddenly had a headache. I was hoping that the more stealthy the action, the better, but I just bumped into this one.

Spencer was originally shocked by Alana's words, but Shiebel jumped out and interrupted, and he quickly recovered, "Why are you still here?"

"It doesn't matter," Shiebel focused on Alanna, "I heard everything you just said, but I didn't expect you to sneak in, and you have some skills."

"But it's not a question of whether Spencer wants to do it or not, it can't be done."

Frankly, if she had the opportunity to go out, she would have gone out a long time ago.

Although she is only a fragment of the real Sheebel consciousness, she has an independent mind after being separated from her body. No matter how beautiful the pictures in her memory are, they are not her personal experience.

She dreamed of going out to see, blue sky and white clouds, visions and beasts.

Spencer also turned his head to look at Alanna, "I am naturally willing to be your knowledge advisor," otherwise Victor would not have been appointed as Alanna's teacher in the first place.

"But it's not easy to get me out, and the most troublesome part is finding a suitable container. I am a demigod-level fragment of consciousness, and the person of the container cannot be lower than that.

"Yes, that's what I'm here to ask you about that." Alana said.

Spencer was slightly disappointed, but also took it for granted. That's right, Alana is just a beginner transcendent, how can she have any artifact.

Shiebel shook his head regretfully, "We do know the whereabouts of some artifacts. But those are the Lord's, and they can't be used for what they want.

"For example, the Draven notes in the library of York College meet the criteria, but it already carries the fragments of Draven's own consciousness under the crown."

"So, I've been hoping that the former students would hurry up and find a way for me to get out after being promoted to the angel rank."

Alana thought of the Shards of the God of War weapons that had been collected from the Battle of Hydra last time, that thing sounded okay?

But it fell into the hands of wizard your and was presented to the Church of the Night Elders.

If she wanted to steal it, she would not only have to run to Taura City, but also infiltrate the Night Church, which was a bit of a lot of work.

"Is it really only an artifact that can hold your consciousness?" Alana asked unrelentingly.

Spencer sorted out his mentality and said softly: "Not really, it is okay to have a transcendent object with a high enough personality." For example, the creation of certain gods, such as high-level weirdness. Spooky

?

Alana's eyes lit up and she thought of the "Nightmare Fairy Tale" sleeping in the next room. It's as weird as Ravin Notes, and it can drag people into dreams, indicating that it has the ability to carry consciousness!