Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

As they parted, they wished each other good luck and success.

Two of the three SUVs then drove off in different directions, and only then did Mike get out of the car and walk into the small hotel by himself.

The bright and clean hotel made me feel very comfortable. The man standing at the counter smiled and said, "Sir, how many people are in your party?"

50. Cognitive Distortion

"So far, there's one person. I need a room, thank you."

"Of course, no problem."

The hotel receptionist granted Mike's wish, reaching out to pull open a drawer under the counter and taking out a key with the same room number as the registration book, which he then pushed in front of Mike.

"Sir, this is your room number. The room rate is the normal rate for Sami. If you would like a meal, the hotel can also provide one."

"Thank you very much. I will come downstairs to eat if needed."

Mike smiled and nodded. He stared at the hotel receptionist, making her a little uncomfortable. She quickly asked, "What's wrong, sir? Is there something on my face?"

"No, there's nothing there, thank you."

Mike turned and walked upstairs.

The hotel receptionist, puzzled, touched her cheek and muttered, "What do you mean my face is completely bare?"

The person whose cognition changed did not realize that his fingers were not actually touching anything, but in his perception, his eyes, nose and mouth were all there.

Mike climbed the wooden stairs, and the scene before him changed with each step.

This is not a hotel at all, but a long-abandoned, unfinished building.

The key in his hand was nothing more than a piece of wood, let alone having the function of opening the door.

As the man walked, he thought to himself: Everyone's perception here has changed. A collapsed being corrupted by evil believes he is a normal person. He works as a hotel receptionist in this deserted, unfinished building. Or perhaps he had such memories before he became a collapsed being.

Mike made a pushing motion. In his left eye, the wooden door appeared brownish-yellow, with an iron sign embedded in it. In his right eye, however, there was nothing there but an empty doorway, let alone a wooden door.

This shows that although the evil spirits were corrupting the locals, it wasn't very serious. They had only altered their normal perceptions and hadn't forced them to actively attack the living. But Mike still had a bad feeling.

Mike walked into the empty doorway. He could sense something trying to influence his perception, but every wisp of effort to change his perception was being driven away and swallowed up by the golden light.

The man smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Mike has always had a line to remind himself of.

He is a demon, the mortal enemy of devils.

……

Andorn, with his four-man squad, headed towards the city's power facilities, guided by Horhyah.

In theory, a large city has many power supply stations. Although the base camp is not as large as any mobile city they have ever seen, the camp is huge and closely connected with the locals. It is even divided into several areas, and the power supply facilities are naturally divided into different areas as well.

This is just theory; in practice, there are significant deviations.

The base camp's special equipment doesn't have many types of energy sources to drive it. Besides Originium, which is the most well-known energy source in this land, the second option is electricity. However, in places like Sami, Originium pollution is extremely rare, so it's almost impossible to get power from Originium here. Therefore, electricity has become the best choice.

We also have to thank Colombia for this; the arrival of the exploration team provided many things that were far beyond the Sami people's understanding.

They found the most conspicuous power facility in the base camp without much effort, but when they arrived at the outer wall, the scene before them made everyone gasp.

With their perceptions distorted, the locals didn't find anything strange about what they were seeing. But the talismans on Andorn and the others, connected by golden threads, were like a veil that had been lifted to reveal the truth.

Thick, black liquid clung to the wall, dripping down drop by drop. Above the electrical facilities, a monster perched on the roof was asleep, its tightly closed eyes trembling slightly, as if it might open at any moment.

Typhon, who was traveling with them, also witnessed this scene and hurriedly notified everyone through his headset: "Turn your head away immediately and don't look at that big guy!"

The other three were also taken aback. Horhys's face was grim, as it was the first time he had ever seen such a thing. Typhon, a hunter, offered his assessment.

"This monster is clearly one of the sources of pollution. I've heard of it. It's currently keeping its eyes closed, so the pollution it can cause is very weak. But when it opens its eyes, anyone or anything that makes eye contact with it will be contaminated to varying degrees."

Is there a solution to this?

"Unless someone can become invisible and enter that door directly, but that would be too difficult."

"This is really a big problem."

Andorn muttered something to himself, gripped the scepter in his hand, and secretly plotted his second plan.

He asked, "What would happen to this big guy if it were just a matter of activating the device?"

"Theoretically, it should run away immediately."

"Then all we need to do is take the risk at the very first moment."

Typhon repeatedly advised, "I told you this is only an ideal situation. If this big guy refuses to leave, anyone who enters the facility will immediately become his delicious meal."

Adele's face was a little pale. Seeing that everyone was undecided, she asked in a low voice, "How about we ask the doctor for his opinion?"

Their equipment enables point-to-point communication, and vehicles parked at base camp can also serve as signal relays, thus minimizing obstruction.

Although Andorn had his own ideas, someone had already suggested asking the Doctor for information, so he could only nod in agreement.

Several people gathered together and sent a signal to the doctor on the other end of the phone. A hissing sound came from the receiver, as if the signal was being interfered with. Not long after, a man's voice came from the other end.

"Have you run into any trouble?"

Typhon frowned, sensing something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Just as he was about to voice his opinion, Andorn, who was holding a scepter, suddenly reached out and gripped the microphone, stopping the Sarkaz girl from speaking.

Then, ignoring the other person's gaze, he hung up the phone.

"what are you doing?"

"Can't you see? Our signal has been hijacked."

The girl was stunned.

The angel turned to look at the massive structure perched atop the power facility, his tone serious: "From the moment we saw it, we had no other choice."

I need to take leave to research the new event storyline.

As the title.

The new interaction has given me a lot of ideas. The Witch King is indeed a great hero. He transformed a subspace and took in many souls. In fantasy terms, he can be said to have established his own divine kingdom.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider the Witch King as a god of Letania.

This event has raised Terra's combat power ceiling to a whole new level.

51. Andorn's light bestows suffering.

"A monster this big, are you serious?"

Andorn's tone carried a hint of madness: "Didn't I ask before that dealing with this big guy doesn't require actually killing it?"

Typhon hesitated, then asked, "Did you ask?"

The Sarkaz girl had no recollection of this at all.

Sakta nodded: "I asked, but I didn't get an answer."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Using my own method."

Andorn raised his head and stared directly at the monster perched atop the power facilities without flinching.

At that very moment, the monster opened its single eye, which was slightly larger than that of a normal person. Its eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow, as if it were looking at an inanimate object.

The gray-haired angel had bulging temples and veins popping on his forehead. Despite his preparations, facing this monster still increased the pressure on him.

Andorn was in the best condition of the four present, even Typhon, who was wielding a giant bow, almost knelt on the ground.

What kind of monster is this?

The golden threads connecting them shone even brighter, but everyone knew this couldn't last; they had to end the battle as soon as possible.

The feathered serpent, supporting herself with over 100 pounds of equipment, opened her rosy lips and gently exhaled. Though it was just an exhale, with her movement, a gust of wind swept through, swirling up thousands of snowflakes. Transparent ice crystals severed the direct contact between the group and the monster, slightly easing the pressure.

"I've seen demons before, but why is this guy so strong?!"

Typhon couldn't believe her own judgment, but the facts were undeniable.

"Perhaps the headquarters is hiding something we don't know about."

Adele, who hadn't spoken for a long time, struggled to her feet. Dolly, who had been shouting beside her, was nowhere to be seen.

Holhaya shook her head and said, "My wind won't last long."

"give it to me."

Andorn responded and pulled a black-covered scripture from his coat pocket. The thick book floated in front of him, its pages turning rapidly, and angels recited verses from its mouth.

For a moment, no one knew what language Andorn was speaking; it sounded obscure and difficult to understand, making people drowsy.

Just as the other three were puzzled, the ground beneath their feet began to emit a faint glow, enveloping each of them and shimmering with golden threads.

"field."

Holhaya recognized what it was.

I never expected this angel to be so powerful.

When Andorn raised his head again, his face was equally expressionless. This was his path, and from the moment he decided to walk it, there was no turning back until the very end.

If this is a path of suffering, then he is a martyr on this path.

Light gives suffering.

Almost the instant the domain appeared, the pressure on the four of them lessened considerably, and the oppression from the monster became bearable.

The halo above Andorn's head shone with an exceptionally strong radiance, so dazzling and dazzling that the other three felt a vast chasm between them simply by his presence. Even a single word exchanged between them evoked a deep sense of awe.

"My domain is only so effective against this kind of monster. Let's not waste time now and hurry up and take it down. We have other work to do."

Andorn's tone became calm, but his movements were anything but slow. He drew the revolver Mike had given him and charged ahead.

Adele and the other two realized what was happening, exchanged glances, and then rushed forward.

Dolly, who had been gone for an unknown amount of time, suddenly reappeared, her body shrunk considerably, becoming a sheep the size of a palm, and jumped onto Adele's shoulder.

"It's really rare that I can see a field here."