Chapter 611: NO.192 Let's just call it a ten‑minute monster

Regarding the true identity of the outer god behind that follower, experts are still discussing it; the most likely possibility is undoubtedly the 'King in Yellow' who has provided simultaneous observation results from the Land of Light Office.

The King in Yellow is okay; wasn't that guy just beaten up by those Ultraman Warriors?

I heard they fought to the edge of the cosmos, the Great Dao was worn away, so not even a Super Dream surfaced; only a group of mercenaries later went to scoop up soup, and even the partners hired by merchants to cause trouble for the Divine Blessing Gospel Team all wanted to use the distorted echo of the Pleiades to make Behemoth restless.

Thinking about it… I've really been hearing news of Him lately a lot.

The mastermind who just crushed someone's lackey sank into contemplation.

'Experts urge citizens to guard against brainwashing and follower fraud by the incarnations of evil gods, and not to casually utter the other party's name, even if its widely circulated pronunciation carries the risk of being watched.'

No, you just broadcast the broadcast—why are you showing footage of others fighting?

Aomo looked at the several still frames on the screen, all of which showed Bephometh battling negative-energy monsters.

The latter, because its shape was too vague, even had a white phantom deliberately outline its distorted silhouette.

But because it failed to depict the connection between those countless strange specks and the lunar surface, the image ended up looking like only monsters facing off against each other in an absurd, twisted world.

But the Federation is merely convenient for going to war with the whole inner god forces—if that were said in the past, Qianming would have believed it; now I only think the Heart of Terra is the cause.

'This is indeed, you are also a generally vague Qianming trainer, ultimately being closely watched by a few people, right?' Aomo said, revealing a bit of a mischievous smile.

Qianming crossed his fingers, looking expressionlessly at the bowl of noodles ahead, as if something like duck neck and cicada that shouldn't be there had been mixed in.

Sun Yuan turned his head upon hearing that, glanced at Aimu Zhiji, and in the mutual gaze as the former looked up, he turned back: '…It's also a mental check.'

Looking at the communication screen's note of the seven short characters 【Luoduo Symbol】 written for convenience, Qianming sighed and took another slurp of noodles.

Furthermore, among them, the degree of 'cold heart'—where many exist and even believers' prayers go unanswered—is significant.

'If the person on the phone is him trying to perfunctorily get by, you really can't convince him that way.'

Although they are few and fond of fighting, their ability to interfere with matter is far weaker than that of such minor evil gods (like the Gewai Mud inside Toregia), ancient gods (the deities in various local old faiths), and even man-made faith gods (the shrines and temples sparsely found in the Border Gate Area).

But we still need to maintain a relatively aggressive attitude and ask:

'It's necessary; you were originally of sound mind.'

'Ah…'

The Land of Light Office can't just solemnly find a reason to uphold justice, drive out the Hast family outside and give Him a beating, simply because it is essentially a great vigilante organization.

Even this minor Sdao thing is deliberately keeping these inner gods around, so as to manufacture some lunatics to let the crime rate in each Federation district become too high, with little fluctuation.

Is that really the case? Hearing the start of this broadcast, I understood why they deliberately issued a special news bulletin.

'That's enough; for more specific questions, he should still ask the parties involved—why are you asking me!'

I also no longer had the leeway to notice my hunger.

But I still act like I have a hard mouth:

Even something very similar is wrapped under my head.

'The willow swaying in the moonlight, the bell sound changed, still rather slow?' Aomo complained in his heart.

'It is known that incarnations of outer gods have appeared several times on streaming sites; do not study or imitate their orally transmitted weird tales, rituals, and strange phonetic phrases.'

'Sdao can also incarnate as a monster.'

'If he listens to what he's saying? You probably don't realize yet, he might even repeat what he just said to another person.'

In the end, Qianming still half‑lay on the relatively empty bed in the infirmary.

'What is he asking?' I said, picking up my chopsticks and viciously stabbing the meat under the noodles.

But their interference and assimilation of the mind and soul are far deeper, broader, and more troublesome than those of an absolute minority of deities.

They often seem to exist in the same dimension, interfering with reality as if separated by a few layers of obstacles, showing some strain.

It made Qianming lose some of the genuine feeling of facing an idol again, yet became intense because of the gaze from the opposite sickbed.

'Yes, that's right.' Qianming raised his head and slurped his noodles.

Not unexpectedly for Qianming, the Aomo representative uttered something that sounded like an insider's remark.

When expressing oneself, there is no habit of saving the climax for last; instead, one puts the emphasized content at the end, which also makes the Eastern Yan idiom 'drawing the dagger when the maps are exhausted' less and less popular online.

Thus, it turns grief and anger into appetite, giving the cafeteria aunts and uncles who keep delivering food a bit of demonic shock.

'Hey hey hey, stop staring at the noodles—it's at fault, and it's gotten soggy.'

To be frank, human emotions do not differ due to joy and sorrow; so-called fury and grief, fear and delight, all result in little change in the end.

It seems to repay the cafeteria staff who are still working overtime during work hours; likewise, the Aomo representative, who should have been slacking off, personally went on the front lines, put a head‑mounted monitoring device on Qianming, and instructed him not to move around.

'Not many people could think of that.'

At that time, the distance was naturally very close.

I have always dared to use the slightest Sdao to speculate on the iron heart's expectations and anger toward variables.

'Ah, that's also true.'

Of course, it's just a whitelist.

This carries a slight disdain, like seeing a weirdo's gaze on the roadside, which lets Qianming avoid getting hurt a bit.

'Just like that, go check the instrument; if there's nothing, I'll call you—he needs to wear it for at most ten minutes to get any concrete result.'

'You are indeed willing to suspect, huh,' said Aomo, burying his head and taking a few bites of rice, then lifting his head again, raising his hand like mimicking a head‑worn device and pinching his chopsticks, 'Whether it passes or not, I suggest you finish eating and go to the infirmary to check; I heard that being exposed to these things could cause color deviation, and your mind would be more normal.'

This situation is practically not that of a fellow patient!

'Hmm… outside your circle, aliens not called Zarabu or Babar‑star people are also very good at imitation.' The demon explained earnestly.

'You… Aimu Zhiji, why are you here too?'

This directly resulted in almost all existing beings and their incarnations being on the Federation whitelist!

'? You only took eight minutes for the checkup at the Tianmen City Military District Hospital.'

Because you haven't yet heard Qianming's communication ringtone.

'You can tell.'

That person said, and also tapped the instrument on Sun Yuan's forehead with his knuckles, producing a dull sound from bone conduction.

Really fucking good stuff, made me still have to watch out not to be stared at by that yellow-clad streamer!

「This isn't a Barbar alien imitating Mefimos to fight Li Shen's retinue, causing the Qianming trainer to only now have lunch, and because of being pirated, tragically ordering over ten meals, 」Sun Yuan representative also looked serious, 「Is that right? 」

There are not few divine incarnations walking the world, but Li Shen is obviously the most troublesome of this kind.

「Go tell Lu Dao fu, you Si Dao are willing to use a private jet to send him to Heaven Gate City as Ultraman。」

「This is imitating Ultraman, right! 」

The clear clack of wooden chopsticks and porcelain bowl made Sun Yuan raise his gaze filled with deep-seated grudge, looking at the Sun Yuan representative who was still chewing something.

「Ask him is is is no individual close brother in White Mountain transformed and fought, fought until volcano erupts? Later still will have slight tremor feeling? 」

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I prefer the incarnations of Cthulhu and Hastur as drawn by Shadow Mage Lady (x

By the way, the new ringtone for Aomo mentioned in this chapter: 《Had been looking at the moon》/Looking at the moon, singer: Mickey Lawyer, FF16 ending theme, I personally like it.