Lord of Enigma

Chapter 126: The Human Centipede

Chapter 126: The Human Centipede

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Although the mystic side had just revived and the order was in disarray, at least there was no widely recognized "currency". However, this did not preclude some hard currencies from being used in transactions, in which, such mystical objects are more valuable.

For example, the "furnace bullet" made by Tang Qi.

This kind of bullet that could be customized and could produce terrifying power in battle was definitely a coveted hard currency.

Of course, when he first traded with Old Coulson, Tang Qi named the bullet "Flame of Light."

The second name sounded better and it seemed to be sought after in the Old Castle Bureau.

Now, Tang Qi intends to conduct a second transaction with Old Coulson.

The material he wanted could not only be used as a secret medicine material but also be used as a casting material. which still fits Tang Qi's "wild artificer" character.

Click!

On the other end, Old Coulson answered the telephone.

After exchanging greetings with the old man for a while, he put forward his request directly.

His trading weight was a bullet, and it was half less than last time. Although that piece of mystic material was also rare, its value was obviously not comparable to the "Ears of the Mysterious Contract" he had obtained last time.

His first transaction was a bit rusty, the second was much simpler.

On the other end of the receiver, Old Coulson just thought for a while and then laughed heartily.

"You're the most diligent young man I have ever seen, and I am now pretty sure you will be an accomplished artificer."

"That thing will be delivered to your door early in the morning, the details are the same as last time."

"By the way, young man, won't you consider joining the Old Castle Bureau? Although by joining, you will lose some of your freedom. But there are experienced senior artificers here, as well as artificer records that have survived from the dark ages."

"If you join us, you will have a chance to obtain all this."

"Whoo ~"

Tang Qi's breath quickened with old Coulson's words.

Then, he fell into a short period of silence.

This was the reaction that Tang Qi needed to make. It was normal for a fledgling artificer to do so.

As for Tang Qi himself, he was also tempted for a moment but quickly reacted.

He was not a wild artificer at all. Except for the extremely rough "soaking method", Tang Qi had nothing to do with artificers.

Those furnace bullets were used to trick Old Coulson, and this business, Tang Qi did not intend to continue.

"As long as I can get what I want from the gathering, I will soon be able to get rid of the present chaotic situation. At the very least, I can sort out various means and mystical objects first, or activate an auxiliary class specialization."

Tang Qi said silently while acting.

When he sensed that the silence had lasted long enough. Tang Qi's tone was full of difficulties and reluctance. He slowly said, "Old sir, let's complete this transaction first. Maybe when I enter the next stage of my cultivation, I'll seriously consider whether to become an official or not."

Somewhat unexpectedly, old Coulson, who was rejected twice, did not seem to be affected.

He still laughed heartily and said, "Your refusal makes me more sure of my judgment, the doors of the Old Castle Bureau are always open for you."

"Young man, I wish you a smooth practice.

"By the way, although you rejected this old man twice, I still intend to give you a small gift, maybe it will help you a little."

As his words fell, old Coulson hung up the phone.

Tang Qi also hung up the phone and sat still. After thinking for a while, he muttered, "It seems that my furnace bullets received some unusual treatment in the Old Castle Bureau. Although Old Coulson does seem to be a kind old man, if I didn't have much value, he wouldn't try to recruit me three or four times."

"Unfortunately, selling bullets is not my long-term business, especially bullets that require my blood to be made."

After arranging the deal, Tang Qi hurriedly ate dinner and looked out of the window at the increasingly darkening sky.

The City of Moses was about to fall into the night.

According to his usual habits, he should be ready to go to some places in the suburbs to set up traps for hunting.

But now, he had a better plan.

In the primitive ages long ago, in addition to hunting, wise ancient humans depended on another way of survival: gathering.

In his opinion, what he was about to do was collect herbs to a certain extent, which sounded better than harvesting them.

He quickly prepared all his equipment such as the Blood Python One, Hagrid's Resentment, and Human Skin Paste, and then directly left the campus.

This time, he didn't take the carriage. Although Tang Qi was very rich, especially after obtaining a lot of golden skeleton corpses, his wealth once again expanded.

However, saving was a virtue, and it was the same even in another world.

After his misty body blended into the night, Tang Qi rushed to the factory grave.

The high-altitude path was much faster than the ground. Not long after Tang Qi left the campus, the appalling scene appeared in front of him.

A contrasting scene to which of last night was reflected in his eyes.

At the end of the dusty and darkened abandoned factories, was the largest, but also the most desolate gray factory. Before the factory, there was a watchtower made entirely out of huge black stones.

It was the image of an apocalyptic hell.

In the dark watchtower, was a dark mass, as if a shadow had come to life, and a terrifying maliciousness suddenly enveloped a large area.

In his perception, there was a clear boundary.

The factory behind the watchtower also began to change. The black coating came to life and formed a big black octopus-like creature, brandishing its sticky tentacles and completely encasing the building, eventually rippling and folding, forming an eye-like thing.

Ordinary people would feel sick and sleepy at a glance.

But Tang Qi, who had the power of the magnificent furnace, as long as he stayed outside the safety limits, this malicious intent would not affect him.

He had just witnessed the details of the dark factory, and at the next moment, he saw the scene of countless polluters pouring out.

Buzz!

The dark light rippled wildly, with black shadows spreading out in groups.

"Has it started?"

"How much will be achieved tonight?"

Tang Qi's misty body appeared just outside the boundary. Above an empty shell of a factory, under the shadow of several large chimneys, he squinted slightly, looking at the polluters that scattered like locusts. He began to look forward to tonight.

Swoosh!

Tang Qi still wrapped his palms with mist and placed it lightly on the head of this resentful spirit that was floating up. The obscure golden flames flickered and disappeared.

It was a grotesque and disgusting freak that seemed to have been formed with many "humans", both men and women, young and old, connected from head to tail. The buttocks of the one in the front were connected to the mouth of the one in the back, in an unusually abnormal way but tightly stitched.

Their torso, hands, and feet had undergone some changes: the joints began to wax, and some protective cuticles had grown.

The hands and feet gradually assimilated into something similar to a centipede's legs, but the traces of human hands and feet could still be clearly seen.

And it was still metamorphosing.

The creator of the monster might be a perverted human, but there should be some strange power or some kind of evil freak involved.

However, its transformation was interrupted, and its fresh corpse was being dragged back to the factory by the polluters. The resentful spirits formed by the fusion of dozens of twisted human souls were "purified" by Tang Qi.

"The first one is a big gift package. It seems that I'm lucky tonight."

Without looking at the monster that was about to enter the dangerous range, he raised his head and looked directly at the next team of polluters that appeared.