peritoneal warfare
During my time in sulfuric acid, I knew there were three types of vipers in this area: In fact, there were more, but I definitely know the habitat and remember the three characteristics. When I told the telescopes about it in my fifth life, he said,
[It's blackhead, blunt force, blunt force, blunt force. If so, catch a lot of Black Doo.]
What's the reason?]
[Qing is a snake with little venom, blunt vision is a snake with strong venom, but its toxicity is limited, so it cannot be made water-soluble.]
Me and Manganese were talking about making a neural pathogen. I devised a plan to poison the well to subdue a town full of Cultists, and for that I learned how to make neurotoxins from the mangroves.
And the telepathy talked in vain.
[The venom of Black Doo is a moderate venom and neurotoxin, and when mixed with the venom from a closed place, the neural venom is complete. If you can dissolve it in water overnight, you get water-soluble neurotoxins.]
What's that?]
[There are many kinds of poisons, not just neurotoxins. There is an invisible microscopic bacterium in the human eye, among which bacteria have toxins and heterogeneous properties.
Some bacteria hate our respiratory atmosphere, which is called decomposition. It has a very strong toxicity that makes it lightly superior to animal venom.]
You mean the poetry?]
[It's not that different. Unlike what happens to corpses, you can gather artificially. In the feces of rotten foods and animals. These are what scholars call poison. It's only the Muslims who call it poetry.]
That's how I explained it.
[Ten black bean poisons might paralyze 200 people. If you want to enhance your neurotoxin, collect it and bring it to me. I can mix it with decomposition in my workshop to make enhanced water-soluble neurotoxins in no time.]
[How powerful is the finished poison?]
[You will be very strong. It can knock out the nerve itself, so it's sometimes used in pottery ceremonies. If you use it well, it will slow the ageing of your skin. You don't have to tell me how powerful it is.]
He smiles bitterly.
[You can see why it's called Salt Poison, right? It's so toxic that it burns the human soul.]
I had to catch at least 10 Black Doo Temples and squeeze the snake's blood into a jar. because now he is determined to stop the human race. Moreover, I had to visit Mangosteen, but even if I had enough knowledge to make neurotoxins myself, I needed a Mangosteen Workshop to enhance it.
The general preservation of the natural world was difficult to survive anaerobic bacteria. Mangosteen has set up a special workshop behind the hut where he's always been interested in reading, and has been making various poisons. If you borrow the facility, you can easily complete a mixed neurotoxin.
Shh-shh-shh!
I quickly glide around the peaks of sulfuric acid as I lift my energy. I went to the habitat of the Black Doosa I know and searched slowly under the rock and near the valley. Sometimes I looked closely because I was hiding in the grass.
"Yes!"
I could see the Black Doo striking at my black head and alerting me. That's why I knocked him out with a little pebble on the ground.
Identify
Then he used to put the fainted Black Doo in his sack. In fact, it is possible because I learned such tricks from snake hunters while living alone in sulfuric acid. Not a professional snake hunter, but one man's share.
I spent the entire day wandering around the sulfuric acid hunting for blackbeans. A total of six were caught, and I carefully looked into their pockets of poison. When I saw the Pouch of Poison, I squeezed the poison from it. Black Doosa seems to be able to live even if she cuts the bag of poison, because it's not a snake in direct contact with the survivors. After the poison was extinguished, I let the blackheads live.
I smiled bitterly at the blackheads running away. Originally, I baked snake meat because it was delicious, but according to the words of the shrink, snakes are parasites and cannot be eaten carelessly. Luckily, I burned the parasites with my deep internal air, but the Boars are much better off to eat anyway.
The work of extracting the Black Doo poison was completed the following afternoon. I was able to see that a total of 15 black bean curds, including yesterday, were squeezed into a bottle of poison. The amount of poison is not enough, so not half the bottle, but I think this should be enough.
And it was time to step out of the sulfuric acid to go to the lower village to reach Mangrove.
Shh-shh-shh!
"Wait!"
"......"
I came down from the mountain peaks and found a crowd of unarmed men in yellow on the road to the lower town. They were wary of me with swords thrown together. And at the forefront of them were four men with no strings attached.
I was able to recognize the situation when the faces of the 4 were mixed together.
"Oh my... you're the Sulfuric Masters. '
Four elders of the sulfuric acid clan were shot to pieces! It is safe to assume that it is more than seven times the sulfuric acid power gathered here.
Instead of going through all 72 sulfuric acid rods to find me, they decided to camp out and wait for me in the lower town where people live. I didn't think they'd be waiting, so I was defenseless. I whistled to the man who stood at the forefront of the charge.
[What's going on? I'm going to finish the sulfate cruise.]
"I heard that there are 3 of them. Excuse me, I'd like to know your star name."
[......]
I realized something was wrong. I know I lied about being a Soviet Magistrate, but it's not a good idea to ask for an identity like this. Because that means they came to see me, even though they think I'm a Swiss Advocate.
What am I supposed to know about the Great Sage of Ogres anyway? I played an unpleasant large-scale drum.
[Ridiculous! Are you trying to intimidate the ferryman?]
Kur Leung
A Transformer is a move that switches to a faint voice so that it can be heard by the target. But this time I amplified my chi even more so it could be heard by everyone in the field. It was a massive internal aerial expenditure, but it caused the sulfate disciples to stagger as a whirlwind swept by nearby.
"Woof!"
"Awesome internal air..."
The disciples of the Sulfur Clan staggered and feared me. One of the elders of the sulfuric acid tribe who was staring at those disciples without multiplying his eyes came forward and took charge.
"I am the elder of the Sulfuric acid tribe, the Magic Crystal Blade. Excuse me, but we want to ask you who you are because our leader is anxious to see the White Martian Magistrate in person."
[Personally? Nonsense! I have nothing to do with the sulfates.]
"Hnng..."
At that time, the sulphuric elder, a predetermined sword, looked into it for a moment and secretly sent me a beep.
He wanted to talk to you about his work with Wind. Please.]
"......?!"
I was surprised. It was because unexpected words appeared.
"Contemporary"?
Spirits!
It was a form of aesthetics that developed with the power of Wind, unlike the nephrines that developed aesthetics based on the Qi. It must be a master martial arts because it was fearlessly competing with the neonates of the brain among the various sects that existed in Pyongyang.
However, unlike the cerebral neonates, it was also said to have contributed to the cleansing of the cerebral neonates, standing at the headquarters to the end. Therefore, he used to say, & '93; When I see a man in the spirit, I will not let him go. &' 94;
Why is the Elder of Sulfuric Acid referring to the Divine Spirit?
However, given the situation, the elders of the Sulfur Clan seemed to think that they [of course] would know the spirit. Moreover, I believe that if I say it out loud, I will certainly listen to their stories. This meant that there was definitely a breed of relationship between the sulfates, the platinum, and the monks.
When I was silent, a Preliminary Blade Mine sent me an additional message to see if I liked it.
[I heard that some of the magicians are masters of the spirit.] If it was him, the bishop wanted to see him. There's a deep connection, isn't there?]
I realized something funny was going on.
"This means that the Sulfuric leader is intimately related to the Hungarian enchantress. You think that's going to happen at the invitation... so is this formation not just to attack me, but to bring me in as much as possible? '
I thought it might be okay to follow them. Because I thought I could always pull myself out if I wanted to, and I wondered what it had to do with styrene, the Libyan religion, and the sulfates. But he suppressed it with restraint.
[I'm sorry but I don't have time to see him freely because I have something to see. Just wait for me to meet him when my work is done.]
[When can you come?]
I purposely sent out a beep of anger.
Do I have to say it? Just tell him to wait!]
[Ah… okay.]
A predetermined sword lightning was convincing. Then he whispered with the three elders next to him and shouted to his disciples.
"I'm coming back!"
The Sulfuric Gates vanish into the darkness with torches blazing. The villagers who were looking at this scene at a distance made a loud noise to see what was going on, but I also didn't intend to stay here for long, so I quickly floated my new brother.
Pa 'at
I thought as I glided through the darkness.
"Sulfuric acid and styrene are related?" How am I supposed to take this? '
My head is confused by sudden information. But I know for a fact that I have a clue that it is not too late to approach slowly after shutting down the human genome. I thought about sneaking into the sulfuric acid tribe later and only seeing the Longevity Monk.
No, maybe there's another way.
"I don't know."
I shook my head, speeding things up, and crossed the mountain peak. The important thing now was to save time and go to the network. The more time I have left, the more likely I am to succeed. Even if we focus on this right now, we can't distract them from the rest of the board. The sulfuric acid faction decided to think about it later.
And as I ran hard to save my sleep, I was able to arrive at the Rumbling Song, the home of the network in just a few days. I was so distracted by my sleep that for a moment I sat in the guest's cup and regained my strength and vigor. If your head is not neat before you talk about important things, you will lose money.
Early in the morning, he went up to the Mansion's residence, and this time he was lying down and singing. Seeing that there was a table full of food, it seemed to be relaxing after eating.
"Hey! Hey! What should I do?"
"......"
"Quiet! You don't know that!"
I made a sudden appearance of popularity.
"Telemetry."
"What are you, Azati Nameaneh?!"
The telemetry makes a strange sound, surprised as if it were literally falling from the heart. It took about half the time for the perplexing network to calm down, as if it were a seizure. Manganese groaned, beating his chest on his crimson face. He said, turning his face back to normal.
[I... am a telepath... with the power of the Theatre Master...]
"No, thank you. I know all about it."
"......"
It was a hopeless harvest of black magic and denaturation.
"Hmm, now what?"
I thought I'd tell him the same thing so far. But as the story seemed to not be moving forward, I began to tell the story differently.
"Excellent. What would you do if something like this happened?"
"What do you mean?"
I pretended it wasn't my job, and I talked about the Cultists and the magic. Having listened for a long time, he offered a solution.
"If I were you, I'd poison the well."
"I thought so, too."
He then handed the jar of Black Doosa's poison to the scout.
"Here are 15 black bean poisons. You could mix this with saline and turn it into a water-soluble neurotoxin."
"......!!"
The telemetry was truly astonished. He accepts the bottle and glances back and says,
"Who the hell are you? I think you are very good at reading, how did you know me?"
"That's not the point. The tragedy I mentioned is that it will happen soon, and you and I can stop it. They're trying to do the same thing again."
"Hmm."
"If you can help me, I'll give you all of this."
Boom.
At the same time, I put down the vault I had brought from the chief's house. I used a silver ingot as a spare, but its value alone was not as great as a treasure. You open the chest and look at the mystery and say in a voice as if you don't believe it.
"Hmmm... enough to pay for it."
"How long will it take?"
"It will take me a day... or two."
"Very well. I'll wait for you at the annex. I'll pay for the lodging."
"......"
It was then that Despair suddenly summoned me.
"Wait."
"What's the matter?"
"I'll follow you to the village."
The telegram's words contained a definite will, and I was surprised by the telegram's words.
"No. It's very dangerous there, but I can't afford to take care of you, even though it's empty and unfamiliar." "
The network shakes its head.
"Hmm... no. On the contrary."
"The opposite?"
Looking at it, he looks like he found a fun toy. Obviously, they are very interested in this. He laughed and said.
"Somehow, I think I can find out the truth you couldn't find." "
"What the hell is that?"
"It's just a hunch."
The net shrugs.
"It's okay for me to just take this money and be safe here. The choice is yours."
I thought about it.
May I take him to the village of doom to accept his offer of doom?
I thought about it for a moment, but I nodded.
"I see."
"Very well. Take good care of it."
It's only a matter of time.
And the intangible trust that I would find out something with a network supported my choice.