Chapter 113

Kant and lunt approached the center of the battlefield carefully, that is, the place covered with a thick layer of black ash.

It was very quiet all the way. There was no danger, no other people, and even no insects.

"Is this the center of the battlefield? This place... I remember it should have been a small hillside..."

Professor Kant took a map out of his arms and examined it carefully in the gradually brightening light.

Then he put down the map and looked at the flat black wasteland in front of him. There were no energy storms, space cracks and so on.

"The intensity of this divine war is really low. Why?"

He asked, puzzled.

"This may be because there is a gap in strength between the two sides..."

Lunt on one side speculated.

"Just like ordinary people who want to catch a cat in the house, they will be very troublesome. If they don't do well, they will make the room a mess; but if they just catch an ant, they will be finished with a pinch."

"Ha ha, very bold speculation."

Professor Kant laughed twice and didn't agree with each other.

At the stage of true God, who can be weaker than who?

But he can't completely rule out this possibility. Human beings still know too little about gods.

If so, what terrible strength should another God be?

With human imagination, I'm afraid I can't figure it out?

"Professor, I found something strange again."

The nearby lunt suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted Professor Kant's thoughts.

"Although the perception was greatly disturbed here, I tried to expand it..."

"Have you noticed that there seems to be only one kind of residual pressure and breath fluctuation here?"

Professor Kant shook his head. He really didn't notice.

After entering the black wasteland, he quickly gathered up his perception and didn't dare to expand it.

Moreover, his perception is only convenient for research. Whether it is accuracy or sensitivity, it can't be compared with an eighth order legend.

He quickly took the courage, let go of his perception and felt the aftertaste around him.

Indeed, I can only feel a trace of very slight pressure.

Strong and violent, just a weak remnant, made him feel headache. It seemed that he heard some strange sound, such as some kind of desperate cry and scream before he died.

Professor Kant's face suddenly turned pale, his body stumbled and nearly fell, and he was on the edge of spiritual pollution.

This residual pressure is not a big threat to the eighth order lunt, but it makes him feel a slight headache, but it is extremely dangerous for Professor Kant, who is only half an extraordinary.

"Professor! Professor! Put away your perception!"

Lunt grabbed Professor Kant's arm, took out a knife from his arms, put it against the professor's fingertips, and was ready to make him feel some pain and help him maintain his consciousness.

"No... no, I'm fine..."

Professor Kant quickly withdrew his perception and waved his hand. He stood up straight, his face gradually improved and came back.

"After all, it's the site of divine war. People like me can't peep at it at will..."

"You'd better put away your perception, or I can't save you if you touch something you shouldn't spy on."

He began to persuade.

Lunt was startled by his reaction and nodded.

"However, there is really only one kind of residual pressure and breath fluctuation? Why?"

Professor Kant asked hurriedly.

Lunt shrugged and said he couldn't understand the operation of the gods, but he speculated with his brain wide open:

"The remnant is obviously an evil god. He must have been killed by the good God, so there will be remnant?"

Professor Kant did not answer and did not comment on this speculation.

He once looked far away outside another Shenzhan site. The residual pressure and fluctuation there have not dissipated yet. Just looking at it, he will feel blurred vision and pain in his eyes.

Perhaps, the divine war that left the previous three sites is not like today's one-to-one, but many to many, so the residual reaction will be so intense and continue to this day.

This is a great discovery in archaeology!

The paper I wrote back can shock the whole world!

At that time, you can call Lord Koro as an assistant and ask her to sign, so that she will become famous in the archaeological community.

Professor Kant muttered in his heart that he didn't forget to pull a little Kerry who is diligent and respectful these days.

She's much better than my bad old man. Should she still be alive?

They moved on and gradually approached the place where rolle put his scabbard.

When he got here, lunt seemed to feel something. Although he took the professor's advice and put away his perception, the instinctive reaction of an eighth order legend was still there.

He smelled something unusual in the air, magically popped up a few cards between his fingers and slowed down.

Then he saw two young people who looked like ordinary villagers, with a trailer of a truck parked next to them.

Both of them are straw sandals in hemp clothes. They are dressed very simply. They are digging and filling into the next mop with a shovel in their hand.

What are these two doing?

Wait, no!

How could anyone else come to this place?

Who the hell are they?

When Professor Kant and Renton changed their complexion, the cat leaned over and approached carefully.

Lunt also crushed a card in his hand, and their figures gradually became blurred and transparent, which not only covered the fluctuation of lunt's breath, but also their breathing and heartbeat.

Quite clever invisibility.

The faces of the two young people are very similar. They are ordinary public faces, like twins, but one face always wears a faint smile and looks like a typical Sunshine Youth in a mountain village.

The other always looked gloomy, as if he was carrying an unbearable weight.

Digging, the black faced young man stopped and turned to look at the smiling young man.

"Why are you looking at me? Keep digging!"

"The village has been peaceful for so long. The farmer's harvest is getting worse year by year. Don't try to take some back. It's winter to eat soil and drink wind?"

The smiling young man said angrily.

The black faced youth still didn't speak and continued to stare at him.

The smiling young man seemed to be able to read his thoughts from his eyes, smiled and shook his head, and continued:

"No, they may just pass by?"

"And it seems that people and animals are harmless, and there should be no hostility?"

"Do you think so?"

His last sentence was asked by Professor Kant and lunt, who were not far away in the invisible state.

Lunt was shocked. He was very confident in his invisibility. It was one of the unique skills, and he couldn't even see through the ninth order saint.

What's more, this area is very special, and the perception is seriously disturbed. It can only be reluctantly unfolded, which is still very dangerous.

How did these two ordinary villagers find themselves?

Lunt had no time to think more. He grabbed Professor Kant's arm and tried to escape.

He didn't dare to do it in such a place. He didn't know what terrible situation would happen.

However, before he had time to step forward, he found that his sight had blossomed and his figure had left his place and came to the two young people.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Said the smiling young man.

Although the smile on his face was very sunny, it revealed an unspeakable strangeness and terror in the eyes of the two professors.

At any rate, lunt still had the psychological quality of an eight rank strong man. He swallowed his saliva and whispered:

"We... We're just passing by..."

"It's really just passing by. We have no hostility at all!"

Somehow, he clearly didn't feel the slightest power fluctuation in the two villagers. He really looked like an ordinary person.

But the instinct of his body made him feel extremely awed. It was like facing the existence of two incomparably powerful statues, his heart beat increased uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"So? That's good..."

The smiling young man nodded, as if he didn't intend to embarrass them.

"But since it happened, please do me a favor and we'll have a rest."

With that, he handed out the shovel in his hand.

The same is true of the black faced youth next to him.

Professor Kant and lunt did not dare to disobey. They could only tremble slightly, stretch out their hands and take over the shovel.

It's a very ordinary shovel. It's the same as the street goods.

"By the way, I almost forgot to remind you not to use any inexplicable and strange power, otherwise it may cause some trouble."

Lunt nodded quickly.

The two men then rolled up their sleeves, scooped soil one by one and filled it into the tractor.

The two villagers watched silently. They didn't speak except for occasionally encouraging them to change places.

Even the expression on his face hasn't changed. One is still smiling and the other is black.

Because they didn't dare to use their extraordinary strength, the professor and the professor were so busy that they were sweating and panting. When the sun came out, they barely filled the mop.

"Almost. It's really hard."

The smiling young man clapped his hands and took back the shovel from them.

The black faced youth turned and handed him a look, as if to express something.

The smiling young man understood his eyes, shook his head and advised:

"Eh? Don't you need it? Didn't you agree to come out this time and only dig earth and don't kill people?"

The black youth continued to stare at him.

"No, no, no, you don't do that. You have to do what you say!"

"Besides, don't we just want them to help keep it a secret?"

Then he looked back at Professor Kant and asked:

"Can you promise me not to tell anyone about seeing us?"

Professor Kant nodded subconsciously before he knew what was going on.

"Good, you promised!"

The smiling young man said and clapped three chin palms.

Professor Kant and lunt felt dark at the same time and fainted.