Abnormal creatures' communication group

The ghost looked at the other party and thought for a while. If it weren't for the fact that the other party still had things to do, it would have wanted to drag the other party to the Pantheon for some training.

So it can only give up this idea that seems very tempting.

Ori first passed through the misty forest, and then came to a place that had become an ice cave, with frozen statues everywhere. He touched the dead creatures with some sadness.

But he still needed to move forward, because with the help of the Emperor's Wings, he did not rely on the mechanisms in this place, but flew over very smoothly.

Now that this place is solved, the only place left is the last one, which is a place covered with magma.

Although the challenges on the road were a bit difficult, they were not a big deal for Ori.

The ghost even became interested in his ability to capture energy.

After all, the ability to capture an energy body and change its direction is still very interesting.

If I learn ghost science myself, wouldn't I be able to perform many delicate operations? For example, use Bobo's bullets to hit Bobo?

When the last element was restored, Sai'an returned to the sacred tree, everything became peaceful and stable again, and the land became prosperous again.

The black bird nervously followed behind Ori almost the entire time. Even if there were places it couldn't fit into, it would still force its furry head and huge wings in. If it hadn't been stopped by ghosts several times along the way, the black bird would either have torn down the place or squeezed itself out of the way.

Now that everything has finally settled down, she takes people to look for the three children who have died but whom he is still reluctant to let go of.

The three children lay quietly.

Ori felt nervous just by looking at it for some reason. He took a deep breath and let the points flow away like water.

Life slowly returned to the bodies of the three little guys.

They first flapped their wings, then opened their eyes, and finally crowded under the blackbird's wings.

"You need to help."

Ori looked at the blackbird.

His advice to the other party to let go of hatred does not mean that what the other party has done can be written off.

The other party needs to do a lot of things to atone for her sins, even if they are just some small things. Because of her, countless creatures have been displaced and countless creatures have died.

The other party must live with guilt and atone for the rest of his life. This is the path he must take.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price.

The blackbird buried her head in her feathers in shame, then nodded firmly. Her child had returned, and with what she had done, even if she spent her whole life making up for it, it would probably be difficult to return it.

But in the end, it counts as little as you can do.

The ghost looked at the forest where everything was resolved, first holding his chin and looking at it for a while, then went to pull Ori.

After obtaining the other party's consent, he immediately dragged the other party into the dream world.

It brought the other party to the temple.

The ghost didn't know why, but it had a very good impression of the other party, so much so that the ghost began to teach in its own way, hoping to see the other party grow.

497 The Beginning of the Ghost Trial and the End of the Reincarnation

The Doctor heard the entire exchange between the ghost and Ori, although of course he didn't mean to do it.

After all, the other party had no intention of avoiding it.

Speaking of tests, he suddenly thought of a tortured cell man.

After thinking for a moment, the doctor leaned over and asked, "Is it the same as the test you gave the Cell Man?"

The ghost shook his head.

[It's not a test, it's training, very helpful]

The doctor felt a little relieved. He thought that since it was a training, he might as well let everyone in the chat group try it together. After all, many people didn't have the opportunity to take action now, so it would be good to test their own strength a little.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Are you guys free?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Yes? I'm pretty free here, but didn't the party just end?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Is something wrong again? No, isn't the ghost there? What could have happened?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Do you want to come for training?

After such a long period of growth, the ghost was finally able to express his ideas fluently and freely in ways other than declarative sentences.

In a sense, it is really something to be celebrated.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: What kind of training is this? It's not that electric place again. Although I can easily surpass my past self now, that place is no longer a challenge for me. But that doesn't mean I have to torture myself. My body now can't be easily tortured like before. If I break it, I don't know how long it will take to repair it.

[God of the Void] Ghost: No, you can add it if necessary.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Wow, to be able to impress such a cocky guy, you must be extraordinary. Ghost, I want to try it alone.

Tony Stark typed this line of words very confidently. If it were a few years earlier, he might not dare to say such words, but now, he is very confident.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Huh? You have to try all those old challenges. If you really want to try, then first take off that layer of armor that is so ugly in both color and aesthetics.

When Tony Stark saw these words, he immediately became furious. His aesthetic taste was obviously very good, and it was not the other party's turn to mock him.

However, the anger that had just risen up was immediately extinguished, and it was not for any other reason. He suddenly thought of the portrait he scanned during the construction process, which was a somewhat funny painting.

He thought about the other person's self-portrait again. How could the purple dress with such terrible aesthetics make the other person look so confident?

When he thought of this, he suddenly lost his temper. He was indifferent and replied perfunctorily.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: Yeah, yeah, yeah

After all, given the other party's aesthetic standards, it would be laughable if he argued with the other party.

The cell man looked at the other party's perfunctory statement and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, but he guessed that if the argument continued, the good old doctor would have to come out to mediate, so he simply turned a blind eye and didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: It seems that I will miss such a lively event this time.

He spoke in the group with some regret, and looked up at the person in front of him with a smile.

Angela.

She was still as charming as ever, with aqua-blue hair, beautiful golden eyes, and a calm expression.

Just like a real AI, doing what an AI should do, always loyal...

If he was still the supervisor, or the A in the past, he would inevitably be blinded by such appearances, because this appearance, the appearance that he had been thinking about day and night, made him ignore many clues, which was enough to blind his eyes.

There is no way for a supervisor to completely avoid being led by emotions, but if he did, the other party would not be born.

But now he has been exposed to so many vast worlds, and his vision has been further honed, not just limited to all the abnormalities. He has gained a lot from some exchanges with Tony Stark on AI, and it has also made him start to face the person in front of him thoroughly.

However, Tony Stark was quite surprised during the days they communicated.

"I've always known you were into research, but ever since you showed me those bizarre creatures, I've assumed you were more interested in studying life forms. I never imagined you'd delve so deeply into this area, and this is just your previous research. If you hadn't received the help of the chat group, I'm afraid you would have reached a level of excellence in artificial intelligence that I couldn't even begin to reach."

"Think carefully, your presence in the chat group is really too weak. Who knows, there may be many other group members who are full of hidden talents that I haven't learned much about yet."

Faced with Tony Stark's half-joking statement, he just smiled.

"We're all doing scientific research, so I won't be so roundabout. People like us, when have we ever looked back? Aren't we always looking forward? If we look back even once, wouldn't that kill our courage to move forward?"

"director?"

Angela's voice brought his thoughts back to the present, and the supervisor just looked at the other party calmly, smiled and said nothing, and returned to his job as usual.

He did not intend to expose the other party at this time. He needed more thorough preparations. For example, the newly sent one was apparently a ZAYIN-level anomaly named Plague Doctor, but was actually an ALEPH-level anomaly named Byakuya.

If he breaks off relations with the other party right now, he will have no way to 100% eliminate the other party, so he needs that help.

In addition, through constant testing, he has discovered that the contract can basically be completed directly after the abnormality is suppressed, rather than gambling on that pitiful probability.

He has already made enough attempts on the fantasy entity named Bai Ye, although that was based on countless reincarnations. He even spent a lot of points to go back again. Otherwise, how could he know the other party's true appearance under the mask?

There are only 12 apostles left before the 7 apostles are gathered. Although it is a bit reluctant, under the effect of the contract, those employees will only fall into a short sleep instead of actually dying.

Once the 12 apostles gather and the riots are suppressed, this cycle of reincarnation will end, or rather, the cycle of reincarnation will end forever, and he will bring hope to everyone.

The supervisor swore.

498 The 12th Apostle

It is difficult for the supervisor to describe how many changes the chat group has brought about, because there are so many changes that it is impossible to count them all because the sky is full of stars.

Whenever he looked back on his memories of the past, he would feel more grateful.

Of course, he didn't think that his plan would fail without the intervention of the chat group, but he couldn't explain how much bitterness he would have to endure, how much sacrifice he would have to make, and what kind of numb and boring cycle he would have to go through.

He deleted his memories again and again, not only to seek new variables, but also to prevent himself from going crazy in the endless cycle. When he first came into contact with those long memories, even if he just took a quick look at them like watching a movie, he almost couldn't hold on.

But perhaps this world was too crazy. He read those boring and meaningless memories over and over again until blood came out of his nose and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

He then sat silently in his unchanging chair.

as always.

The blood from his nose dripped onto the table, leaving scarlet marks. The supervisor didn't bother to wipe it off. Perhaps the strong smell of blood calmed him down a little.

The supervisor knew that he was in the wrong mood today and he couldn't indulge himself, so he could only use this method to force himself to be sober.

He rarely lost control of his emotions like that, even when he just found out that Angela would betray him soon.

He spent a long time preparing, thinking, and thinking about how to thwart the other party's plan. Now that everything is almost ready, the emotions that have been suppressed by his crazy thinking have surged up.

This was something the supervisor himself had not expected, just like he had not expected that the AI ​​she had created would betray him.

He heard his contract stirring, probably because of his poor condition, which was actually reflected on every contractor.

Those docile and obedient abnormalities were now irritable and restless in their cages, and instantly turned red.

The employees were more or less worried. If his vital signs had not been as healthy as if he could fight ten people, his door would probably have been blown away like a dead leaf in the wind.

"Plan Continues"

His four light words calmed the emotions that were about to riot.

He heard a knock on the door. The supervisor looked up and wiped the blood off the table, as if preparing for the arrival of guests.

But he neither asked who it was nor said please come in. He just remained silent. The knocking sound continued for a while, interrupted, appeared again after a while, and disappeared after a while.

The supervisor was not sure who was knocking on the door. After all, several ministers might be looking for him. He could certainly look up and check the surveillance video. The screen was on his left, less than half a meter away from him.

But the supervisor felt that it was unnecessary, and it was not a matter of trust or distrust. After all, except for the guy who was forced to join, every minister was worthy of respect.

But they didn't sign a contract after all, which was not safe enough. He didn't want to see those people get into accidents, because if an accident happened, he would have to rewind the entire time, and it had to be the kind in the chat group. Ordinary rewinding would be noticed by Angela.

But the backtracking of the chat group is more than just expensive. For the sake of your own pitiful points, it is better to be safe.

As for signing a contract with the ministers...

No matter how nice the contract sounds, and no matter what things and rights it promises to the signatory parties, the contractual capacity extended by its nature is still an unequal clause.

All those who signed the contract would naturally bow their heads to him and would never be able to look him in the eye.

He doesn't think he is a purely good person. He can only be regarded as a pure dreamer, a person who is willing to persist without any bottom line in order to get what he wants.

In a sense, those ministers were his bottom line, and he was unwilling to be even slightly higher than them.

Because compared to their nobility, he is the most despicable one.

Oh, of course, that unlucky guy involved doesn't count.

No matter what, the plan will proceed as scheduled. The hunt for Bai Ye will be just the beginning. This time he will completely end the endless cycle.

During his long life, he had dealt with Bai Ye more than once, with successes and failures.

He has extensive experience in dealing with that guy, but that doesn't mean this operation will be 100% successful.

Nothing is 100%. No matter how much he does, it only makes this possibility infinitely close to 100%.

Especially the contract between Yizui and Baishan, the old skeleton, which he hasn't settled yet. But it doesn't matter, it will be over soon anyway.

The light from the screen gently fell on his desk and enveloped him.

The lit screen showed the figures of all the employees. They looked almost nothing alike, except for the determination on their faces, which looked exactly the same.

They calmly waited for the order from their supervisor, and before they died completely, they would absolutely carry out all the instructions from their supervisor to the end. This was an idea engraved in their bones, a kind of absolute trust that was almost pathological.

The supervisor had tried it, and even those who were mentally broken would subconsciously follow his instructions.