Super Detective in the Fictional World

Looking at the big black feet raised, Luke's eyes squinted, his heart fluctuated, his attention was basically on the system.

When the black thin line appears, a special hint has been flashed: a causal attack against the host has been detected and the causal line has been determined to be stable. Direct counterattack Please enter points credit ____ or temporarily enter system control, please select yes or no?

He measured the black thin line coming out of him as he turned into a giant, harassing the system.

The Kryptonian thing, it's not hard, the effect Murphysto has proven.

Instead, Luke was interested in the emergence of temporary system controls.

As a result, the system did not respond to the question of whether he had permanent control, which meant that it was not working.

How long was the temporary control and the system did not answer?

Obviously this time is not a fixed value.

Finally, the system finally responded to how many points it took to temporarily control: 100,000.

Luke yelled directly at the system in his heart: Say, System Dad, are you out of line with my fat points?

Yeah, the system's back in the pit and he's credited.

Once temporarily controlled, the required points are equivalent to summoning a primary identity, and it is certain to continue to burn points while maintaining its operation.

Just look at the black giant's body, close to 100 meters, he has a hunch that his points will surely be like tears in the bottom of his heart - the outbursts.

For the behavior of system pit points, of course, someone on the road is... happy to accept.

First, more than three million points gave him the gas.

Secondly, the system dad has never been that kind of Yin Yang weird system, and the service has always been about every penny.

Give me 60,000 points and I'll send Mephisto back to Hell for ten years, which is a bargain.

Finally, Luke himself wanted to spend points on the system without a trace.

Quiet to invisible it, skip the feature if you can.

What makes a system store visible to hosts? Dream on.

The system doesn't care if the host wants to be a financial slave or a Moonlight.

Luke made the decision in seconds.

However, out of habit, he observed the process of turning black thin lines from small to large and eventually human.

When the black giant lifted the Bigfoot girl and was ready to “kill the master," he lit “Yes” on the system panel, and the golden light ran into the thin black line on him.

Almost simultaneously, the Black Giant stopped.

Integration into golden light, traveling fast inside the black giant, opening up bones, nerves, and brains, completely controlling it.

But these are completely hidden beneath the myriad black thin lines, and from the outside, the black giant has not changed much, only the dark red flames that burn in the orbit instantly disappear into a pair of bright crystalline Kryptonite dog eyes.

Meanwhile, a bit of a horny demon woke up.

It never occurred to it that there was one in the world that would be hated wildly by so many people.

The malice that can be used by spells to reshape the body of evil spirits must be clearly directed to the target - this time, of course, Luke himself.

And like the United States, which is hated every day by people all over the world, most hatred is directed at groups like the official or capital groups of the United States.

Except for personal factors, the proportion of people who hate the White House because of the United States is small.

When he arrived at Luke, the evil thoughts that came towards him were not only numerous, but also of great quality.

That dark, bright, thin line proves that this abject malice stems from sincerity, from the people who look forward to Luke's death day and night.

So they're the fastest, the smallest —— 8,000 children.

The dark thin lines that appear later belong to those who “bless” Luke once in the morning on the western side of the sky, three or five miles apart.

Sheep heads measure this deep evil more than a dozen or twenty times more than extreme evil.

The final appearance of the fine black gray line is the basically substandard malice, reluctantly able to respond to the call of spells.

Occasionally, their owners think of Luke, and a vicious curse is cast, cursing him and throwing him behind his head.

This inferiority, the quantity... cannot be counted.

The sheep even feel that perhaps not so much has sincerely hated Lord Baffoon's humanity in recent decades.

Did I meet my own kind? It flashed through its mind, but immediately dismissed it.

Most demons belonging to different camp will sign up for business.

It's Lord Bafferdam sitting walking dog, other Murphysto, Sirte, Domaam walking dogs see this look, naturally you have to talk first.

It's better than status, it really doesn't scare each other, it's better than strength —— fight.

The smiley face in front of him, he can't feel the smell of the devil at all, unless...

The sheep suddenly thought of a possibility that his face was a little dark and his eyes on Luke immediately went wrong.

But it always felt that the speculation was too strange to erase the unhappy thoughts.

At this point, the black giant, implied by his spell, was about to step on Luke and suddenly pause.

Its movements have subsided, but its body has leaned forcefully forward.

A special way of forming, giving the black giant a lot of quirky properties.

There was hardly any acceleration, it appeared hundreds of meters away, and the head turned into a dark shadow, instantly pressing down from the sheep's head.

The sheep's head cautioned, feeling pitch black in front of them, and a large plate face with only eyes and mouth pressed against it.

Boom!

Twenty meters tall, the sheep's head was smashed all over the ground by the giant's big face, under a tight cover.

The next moment, the giant stretched his hands to the ground and caught the sheep trying to escape from the ground again.

Curiously, its hands had not broken into the ground, nor had it grabbed the Horn Demon from the ground.

The captive sheep's head was filled with fear and fear: "Wait, wait, I, Lord Bafus, sit down, Guoanas. Forgive me if I offend your place, my lord, but I am willing to pay enough. ”

Not that it was timid, but this summoning of evil spirits power was too horrible and broke free from spell control.

Or should I say, it was this smiley face who instantly snatched control.

Because of the sheephead spell, the black giant also has the ability to change the rules in the world.

Easily, it grabbed the sheep's head from the ground and fully connected the two sides, preventing the sheep's head from escaping to the demonic dimension.

It's like an elementary school student dying to be embraced by a world champion of beauty, and trying to climb a few mountains home, purely a dream.

So the sheep head decisively admitted to the cowardice.

It thinks its speculation is probably true —— the smiley face in front of it is actually the incarnation of some high-ranking demon, even a demon lord.

High-ranking demons are bored and run to Earth to play this sort of thing, although it's not common, but there have been several times in thousands of years.

As soon as the goat-head sounds, the black giant shook his hands and feet on either side of it, pulling them right and left.

Hiss!

The sheep's head turned into two pieces.

Without hesitation, the black giant once again evened two pieces of the demon in his hands, as if they were equally sized before tearing paper, and then a tear.

Hiss!

Sheep's head turned into four pieces.

Titans put their hands together and put four demons in their palms, rubbing them into a pill and shoving them into their mouths.

The process lasted less than five seconds and did not give the sheep any chance of escape.

The sheep didn't even have time to scream and were swallowed by giants.

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