Mystery: The Last God’s Path

This strange situation made Hidall feel a sense of fear even in heaven.

He began to turn his brain, thinking and guessing, "This situation will also cause a problem, this path, only one person can go!"

Thinking that when he first became a clergyman, if it weren't for the existence of heaven, he would have been bombed to death by the flood of information, and Hidell felt even more that this path could only be taken alone.

But soon, Hydall thought of another possibility again.

"No, there is also a possibility that not only can one go alone, but many people can go, but the original owner of heaven, the "Primary", has done tricks and only allows one person to go!"

"But why did he do this? Could it be more conducive to his recovery?"

Suddenly, Sidor recalled the murmur in his mind shortly after drinking the potion, "You're finally awake!"

Above heaven, Hydall couldn't calm down for a long time. At this moment, he had a feeling that his fate had been arranged by someone.

But even if he guessed this, he was powerless to change at this time. After a long time, he sat back in his seat a little absent-minded and said with a wry smile: "I probably understand Klein's mood at that time!"

Throwing away these negative emotions, Hidell said bitterly: "If it comes, let's be at ease. Besides, the creator of Silver City could find a way to get rid of the 'primitive', so I don't necessarily have no chance!"

In fact, the best way to get rid of the 'primitive' is to not ascend the sequence. Hidal had thought about it just now, but he quickly denied it.

Without strength, if you encounter extraordinary events in this world, you can't even protect yourself, and as the end approaches, the probability of extraordinary events will become more and more frequent.

And if he wants to survive in the apocalypse, Hydall doesn't think that there are other better ways than becoming a **** and becoming the old days.

By the current gods? Hehe, stop kidding.

You can believe in the power of the gods, but not in the mercy of the gods.

Hydall knew that these gods, if not for the 'anchor', would not care too much about the life and death of ordinary people.

In order to achieve their goals, these gods would even sacrifice the lives of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people.

Siddall didn't want him to be a sacrificed member of a **** who wanted to achieve his purpose in the future.

"So even if I know that 'Original' is very likely to recover in my body in the future, until it replaces me, I must improve my strength."

After figuring out these things, Hildor flipped through the 'Book of Blasphemy' again. He now needs more knowledge and stronger strength to deal with the revival of the 'primordial' and the doomsday in the future.

Soon, Siddall saw knowledge about psychics, divination, etc. on the 'Book of Blasphemy', and he found that as long as he read it once, this knowledge was firmly remembered by himself, no It needs to be memorized again, just like the potion formula of the original 'clergy'.

"In this way, this 'Book of Blasphemy' is really suitable for scumbags to study."

After muttering, Sidor continued to look around and looked at it. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt that his head was a little heavy. Sidor knew that this was because his spirituality was almost exhausted. If he did not leave heaven, About to be kicked out like last time.

In order to prevent this from happening, Hiddell took the initiative to leave heaven, wrap himself in spirituality, and simulate the feeling of falling. The next moment, he returned to the underground laboratory.

He took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it, and found that it took him about half an hour to get in and out. "It seems that the flow rate of time between heaven and the real world is 1:1."

Next, Hidal cleaned the used experimental instruments and put them back in their original positions, then removed the wall of spirituality and returned to the hall.

It was only at this point that Hidall realized that it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't seem to have eaten lunch. Thinking of this, a strong sense of hunger struck.

"I originally wanted to cook and eat by myself and practice my hands, but now it seems that I can only go to the restaurant outside for dinner, but I have to change my clothes!" Hidell glanced at the clothes on his body. He was in the basement just now because he couldn't bear it. A torrent of knowledge, and finally collapsed on the ground dirty.

"Maybe I should be named Voldemort!"

Sidor said with a joke, then went back to his room, changed his clothes, a formal suit, because the restaurant he was going to was more expensive, and most of the people who went there thought they were one, only poor. A middle-class gentleman with a little chance to become a rich man is a bit of a mouthful, but that's it.

"But I'm not that kind of person."

After changing into his formal clothes, he put on a silk top hat, picked up a silver cane inlaid with heavy peach wood, and tried to wave it a few times. Perfect! Next time I go to the underground trading place, I have to take this cane with me. Maybe I should buy a pistol. The underground trading market should have it, but I have experienced too much today. I will go tomorrow. UU Reading www .uukanshu.com”

Because the clergy had no direct means of confronting the enemy, Hiddell felt that it would be safer to buy a gun for the sake of insurance.

While chatting, Hidal went out. The restaurant was close to the Halls neighborhood. He walked for about ten minutes before he came to the restaurant. He chose a seat and sat down. Soon a waiter came over and asked him what he wanted to eat. What, because I didn't eat at noon, Hidal ordered a bit too much.

It didn't take long for the waiter to bring it up, with fried steak, boiled lamb with sauce, potato salad, and expensive rice.

Seeing the drooling of his mouth, Hydall originally wanted to devour the food regardless of his image, but as he saw the people around him, he could only take a slow, gentle manner and put the food into his mouth.

When he was enjoying himself, two people chatted and entered the restaurant.

"We need a box!" The two said as soon as they came in, and Hidell couldn't help but look up. The restaurant's box is very expensive. For 1 gold pound, Hideol would not dare to be so messy if he had money. flower.

Both of them looked like middle-aged people, one of them had obvious dark circles on his face, the brown ones were thick and hard, and the other stood stubbornly, like he was playing a hedgehog.

The other person has thick and messy eyebrows, a pair of gray-blue eyes, and his left hand is tightly pressed against his abdomen, as if there is something in his clothes.

Soon a waiter led the two upstairs. The man with gray-blue eyes and his stomach tucked his belly urged the man beside him, "Hainas, hurry up!"

The man named Hynas said, "Alright Sirius..."

Then the two of them went up, Hidall couldn't hear them clearly, and he had never seen these two people, but their names were linked to the names he remembered in his mind.