MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter 149

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Unfortunately, Odin rarely gives authorization again. Most of the gifts he gives are non-commercial authorizations. After all, he has a partner who is vigorously promoting free pretense.

The only thing that can get the light of the Big Devil is the Earth Zone. They have the first authorized game and the first team to be joined by the Big Devil. I am afraid this can be regarded as one of the welfare of the hometown.

The only thing that can be authorized is the official of the company.

After winning the quasi-championship, the official department responsible for the e-sports hall of honorment soon found it - although Odin has not yet won the championship trophy, but he is already a quasi-champion, there is always nothing wrong with preparing in advance.

Odin booked a position in another life-long achievement part of the Hall of Fame. If he took the trophy, then his statue would be moved along with the Hall of Fame. In each subsequent national race, he will appear in this golden corridor.

By convention, after the national game is over, each player will receive a very short interview. Most of the interviews are about their daily life and all the feelings of the national race.

The program group came over to inform you that it was obvious that the big devil was reluctant.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

... In the end, Victor called the round field and said, "I can accept the interview."

The group said: Interviewing Victor's daily life and interviewing the daily life of the Big Devil - is there any difference between the two?

No! perfect! Hurry and get home!

The two husbands finally got the final cleanliness and closed the door to temporarily reject any other unofficial newsletters.

Then the two looked at the situation of the aliens that Victor bought – they didn’t have a name for the time being, mainly because they didn’t have enough intelligence.

The probe robot has collected a lot of tools like the hard bee, making a small robot with the same size, and the scale is growing exponentially. According to the report, the most difficult preliminary resource review has ended. The next step is a set of very modular processes that can be completed without an accident for less than a month.

Then the husband and wife raised another key and ran to the outside entrance of Van Gogh.

The outside world was named "Duoduo", and when he saw this name Victor, he spoke: "Absolutely not the Vatican, Vatican should be the name of the second, such as the dark clock world... ..."

"???" The Assassin Master said with confusion, "Have you been to the dark watch world?"

Victor was shocked: "...there is really a world of this name! Good middle two..."

Teren Road: "The name of the plane is very casual. Is this the custom now? I have seen the time and space vortex that the Semi-God Master found for himself, called 'Monday' and 'Tuesday'... all the way to 'Sunday' ""

Victor was very aggressive and said, "What about the eighth world? Can't it be called 'Week 8'?"

Tyrone said with no expression: "It's called 'next Monday.'"

Victor: "..." is well-founded and convincing.

So this world called "too much", the master is Vatican and the dumping is as it is.

The two guests first customized the new body, then the consciousness was projected through the wormhole onto the body, and finally came out of the custom factory and officially walked in the base of the world.

The style of the base is exactly the same as the Star Age. At first glance, I thought it was just a planet tour.

Victor's new body is very interesting, with two pairs of folded wings behind him. Then he saw that his old antiques had nothing to change, and they walked over like the e-sports.

Victor: "..." Ah, my family's antiques are getting lazy.

Tyrone walked over and watched Victor feel very interesting. He reached out and squeezed his wings and kicked it out to play. He said, "What do you want to do?"

"This is common sense. Yesterday's "Basic Code of Alien Survival" was written on it." Victor said in a serious way, "In a different world that may be dangerous, most people will ask for a body that can fly, so that most of them can be avoided. Danger on the ground."

"It's so cute," Tyrone said.

Victor blushes: "..." Hey! I am reasonable to tell you, you actually yell at me!

A probe robot from Vatican came over and sent an envelope.

When Tyron unpacked and saw the letter from Vatican, it was clearly written: the teacher of Vatican is the native aborigi of the world, and he heard that they wanted to see him after the game.

The method of attaching the teacher to the back is to go to a square with a pool after the **** city, take a bunch of flowers in the pool, sit in the third chair, and someone will contact soon.

Victor excited: "It's a good feeling! It seems like watching a movie, this gentleman is very mysterious."

"..." Tyron said, "So why do you sometimes have this interstellar person called ‘Second II’, and sometimes you feel very mysterious?”

Victor fell into meditation, and he suddenly felt that the old antiques made sense.

There are also two in-ear headphones in the envelope, which are specially used for real-time translation, and are very hidden and can't be seen by ordinary people.

Victor put it on and turned it into a little shackle that can only be heard for a while.

Tyrone put his own hand back into the envelope and said, "I don't need this, let's go, go to the city first."

Most people who have been blessed by the gods have such a characteristic that all languages ​​are automatically proficient, which is very interesting. In many myths, mortal creatures are punishable by the gods, so there is a linguistic division, and the division of language will soon lead to cultural differences, and finally they will kill each other. Relatively speaking, it is not the mortal species that speaks the language.

So the first step to having divinity is always to be fluent in language and to be able to communicate with all intelligent creatures.

The small classmates of Victor went into the big cities of different worlds and turned into a small dumb illiterate rural village. They looked at the scenery with their eyes.

In fact, the world is very similar to the western medieval civilization in the Earth. The urban planning is very bad, and the cleaning work is unsightly, but the exotic style is still greatly increased.

Victor did not dare to be too obvious. He had been turning around Tyrone and clinging to him to prevent accidents while quietly taking pictures.

Tyron wears a hood to prevent traffic jams, and the mouth is slightly tilted, and the mood is very good.

Two people first arrived at the square. Tyron put a bunch of flowers from the robot into the pool. When he turned back, he saw Victor picking his bread from his arms and feeding the birds.

This picture is actually very beautiful, so Tyrone hesitated, and did not stop Victor.

Then it took less than a minute, and there was a tragedy - a bird swooped down, the bird claws directly picked up the bread in Victor's hand, and then robbed and left!

Victor stunned his eyes and rounded his head and looked back at his old antiques helplessly!

The old man recruited and waved him back, and said with a funny laugh: "The birds here have not developed the habit of being fed. The instinct to see the food is of course robbery."

He said that he took a coin and played it on his hand, looked at the sky, and suddenly threw it out!

A second later, there was a scream in the sky. A bird snorted in the air, and a piece of bread fell out of his paw and squatted on the ground. Innumerable birds rushed to grab food.

Two people sat on the dirty bench and waited for someone. Victor didn't say the language here, afraid that he had any obstacles, he would like to say "I am a small follower and don't talk to me". Looks like, honestly posted next to Tyrone.

A moment later, someone who lost a leg came over to rest on the same bench, then whispered a few words with Tyrone.

Victor stretched his ears to listen, and even if there was a translator, he did not understand two sentences at all.

He only saw that when this person left, the attitude toward Tyrone had become very respectful; and Tyrone’s tone was slightly less cold.

"He was also an assassin." Tyron said faintly, "I lost my leg in the mission, organized him to be an informant, and raised him until he died."

Victor shook his transparent wings and followed Taylor.

A few minutes later, when two people came to a hotel, Victor meant to blush.

Tyron couldn't help but pull Victor's hood on his hand and leaned over his ear: "What do you think?"

Victor whispered: "cosplay."

The part of "play" is not pure.

Anyway, the two people are talking about the language of the Star Age. When others can't understand it, they talked a few more.

They sat in the hall and waited for a while, and there were people who were here.

There was a thin man who kept looking back at Victor, with an unpleasant scorn in his eyes.

Victor took a different direction to get out of his sight, and thoughtfully asked Tyrone: "Is it a bad race?"

"I don't understand." Tyrone said carelessly. "This is a small matter."

He took a hard green bean from the plate in front of him, and pushed his thumb out and slammed into it.

This green bean just passed the eye of the skinny man and snapped directly into the wooden doorpost behind him. The other party was shocked and turned to scream at them.

Tyrone did not return and continued to play.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

Each one moves across the opponent's eye with the other's posture, only a small difference. Each one is "three points into the wood."

After a dozen seconds, the other side got up and sweated and wanted to go.

Tyron's long legs stretched out, and the stool next to it was sent half a meter away, just stuck in the path of the other side - the whole process still did not return, looking at the other side.

The skinny man struggled for a moment in silence, untied his purse from the belt, placed it on the chair, and then climbed under the chair and escaped.

Victor: "..." Amazing my great devil! !

There are still a few green beans in the hands of the big devil, and they continue to squat in the doorpost, shooting into a heart-shaped pattern, while lazy: "You don't bully people, people bully you, huh?"