"Mortal people have created interesting things."

The head didn't look at Duagon. The shackles that bound Duagon seemed to arouse the interest of this spiritual power. His gaze focused on the damaged machinery and praised him without disguising.

"Everything they dreamed of turned into reality with their own efforts."

Duogun dismissed it, staring at the chains that had imprisoned him on death row for many days. He gritted his teeth and showed no appreciation at all, and he made no concealment to demean him. "But still insignificant, these things are like children's toys before God."

"If you can compare with God, God will not be called God."

The leader thought for a while, then nodded, thinking about it. "It's true."

"What should I do?" Dugon asked.

"Go to save other people first. The plan requires more manpower."

The leader turned around, he was preparing for the operation, and he did not forget to remind him to add a word.

"The wave in the spiritual realm is not over yet. Pick those contractors with sufficient abilities. Those who can't enter the spiritual realm will be avoided, and nothing will be done." "Understood."

Duokun nodded, and after noticing that the leader turned his back to him, he narrowed the distance between the two a little bit, and his eyes became more subtle when he saw the leader.

"I want to ask you something."

Duokun approached and asked.

"what's up?"

"How are you going to bring out Celine out of those flesh and blood?"

Duokun's posture began to adjust. This is a force-storing movement, a basic movement commonly used in military training. Special fighters who have received professional training can even directly beat an ordinary Celine into a half-disabled person with a single punch.

The leader seemed to be ignorant of all this behind him, and he was still focusing on preparing for the surgery, and he was devoted to answering the questions raised by Dagon.

"It's already on the way. I changed my perception of the amoeba trade fleet, and asked them to recognize the flesh and blood used in the ceremony as the goods needed by the amoeba, and change the delivery location to the peacemaker."

"After arriving at the peace, if you can't wait for Amoeba to pick up the goods, those people will be suspicious?"

Duokun was ready, his eyes were like an old hunter who was staring at his prey, and even his breathing was as smooth as possible, just for the next blow.

"No, there is the end of their journey, I have arranged it."

The leader replied lightly, as if the ones he was talking about were not Serines, but a group of insignificant ants, without even a hint of guilt.

Dugon's face gradually became gloomy.

"So..."

Dagon moved, and he strenuously slammed that punch towards the back of the leader, and from the wrist of his fisted arm, a sharp blade popped out. If it can be solid, any Celine who does not die will also be seriously injured.

The killing intent completely filled Dagon's eyes, making him look so hideous and terrifying. The whole action was as fast, swift and instinctive as the flow of water, without the slightest mercy and hesitation, he wanted him to die!

However, at this moment, a voice rang in Dugon's ear.

"too slow."

Click!

A huge force appeared abruptly from top to bottom, and there was no sign at all. Duogun, who could not be protected, was smashed to the ground by this huge force, accompanied by the bounce of broken bones.

He couldn't move at all, he even had to lift a finger, and he was completely restricted, even more thorough than the previous shackles.

A mouthful of blood was spit out, followed by bursts of pain caused by broken bones and tendons. The pain was dozens of times more painful than sprinkling salt on the wound.

"what--!"

Duokun wailed, which was not what he wanted, but he couldn't control the instincts of his brain.

After he was relieved, he looked at the leader grimly and asked intermittently.

"How did you... discover... I... wasn't Dugon?"

"It's true that the voice, demeanor, heartbeat, and even the behavior shown are all simulated exactly the same, but there are some things that are wrong. We don't care if the Lord is called God, the Lord is the Lord, and the Lord is just the Lord. We will say God, which is just for your convenience. These outside mortals understand that we will not say that between us."

"On the contrary, I am very surprised, how did you simulate Dugon's thinking fluctuations? Everyone's thinking fluctuations should be unique. This can't be simulated."

The head rubbed his chin, showing a thoughtful color. The ‘mortals created interesting things’ he said before was alluding to this, but this fake brand was not obvious.

"..."

This is the only reaction that'Dagon' has a gloomy face, remains silent, glaring at the head, and decisively looking at death.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I have a way."

The head shook his head calmly, his palm facing the counterfeit Dugon, and he spoke.

"?Να?συγκεκριμ?ναολ?κληρο?, ολ?κληρο?συγκεκριμ?να?να?"

As the mantra was pronounced, weird changes took place. The limbs and the lower part of the limbs of "Dagon" lost contact, and were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You! What did you do?!"

The leader did not pay attention to this ‘dagon’, he just stood upright with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling something.

After a while, the leader opened his eyes again, Mingwu nodded, and "Dagon" had completely "withered," saying goodbye to this world with such a strange way of death.

"Take Dagon's brain out of the body and transplant it into another person's body..."

"It’s cruel to people who can come up with this method, don’t you think? A clone of Dagon~lightnovelpub.net~ Staring at the clone of Dagon that has become a corpse, the leader is not in the least because of himself. I was sorry for killing a subordinate just now, not even a little guilty.

The head's gaze turned to other places, as if he could penetrate the overlapping obstacles and directly observe the imprisoned pilgrims.

"It's the same for most other people. It has no value for salvation. It is too miserable. Sure enough, this world should be saved by the Lord, and it can only be saved by the Lord."

The death of "Dagon" does not mean the end. How could the traps planted by the empire be so simple? Suddenly countless light spots appeared on the leader. This is the light spot for gun-assisted aiming, and it also shows that the leader himself is Become the focal point of countless gunmen.

"Oh? It looks like I'm surrounded."

Even with such a threat, the leader does not seem to panic.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, a series of power armored fighters filed in, encircling the pilgrims in a real sense.

From these people, a leading squad captain walked out, and he issued a warning to the leader.

"Yes, you can still have a way to survive, Mankrov."

"Live? Just like him?"

Hearing the warning, the leader glanced at the mummy of a clone of Dagon. The implication was obvious, and he was satirizing what the empire had done.

"He is to catch your means, nothing more, if you..."

"Too much nonsense, you should shut up."

The leader waved his hand, and another huge force suddenly appeared, hitting the leader of the squad who was speaking head-on, and directly smashed his whole person and the power armor into the metal wall. "Fire!"

Since language can no longer solve the problem, it can only be solved by force.