Super Detective in the Fictional World

Just before Luke madly cut the two small evil spirits in the secret room of the mountain belly, somewhere in the hell dimension, a white-haired old man in a black dress looked at an altar without expression.

Then he took out his portable tablet and opened the record book casually.

I found the catalog of collection point No. 249. The last time a large number of qualified souls were sent, it was forty years ago.

With a thought, the old man with white hair instantly retrieved the entire altar and the associated subordinates.

There was no problem with the altar. Perhaps it was a large-scale sacrifice made by the subordinates responsible for the altar 40 years ago, which attracted the attention of certain existences and was suppressed.

Obtaining this possibility, the white-haired old man didn't mean to waste time. He was about to check the next place, but the altar in front of him suddenly lit up.

However, this area gathered nearly a thousand altars transferred from the core throne, and one opened from time to time.

The soul sent has an automatic processing program, nothing happened to him, the old man turned around and flew to the next collection point.

And just as he turned around, a teleportation port opened in the altar, and a pale golden light that was several times thicker than his whole person came out from it.

The protection mechanism of the altar was immediately activated and the isolation cover was raised.

However, the power of faith contained in this light golden light has natural magic-breaking characteristics.

A certain guy with so many points wanted to take a gamble and placed a "big bet" of 600,000 in one breath.

The isolation cover set in its normal state only weakened its energy a little bit, and it was instantly fragmented.

The pale golden light that shot in the opposite direction of the white-haired old man, was blocked by the arc-shaped isolation cover, made a U-turn, and shot behind him.

Perceiving the abnormality, the dull eyes of the white-haired old man lit up with red light, his white hair was flying, and he suddenly turned his head to look, and a pale golden light of bright blind dog eyes filled the entire field of vision.

"Maji..." he cursed aloud.

The light golden light enveloped his upper body, and all disappeared into his body.

The old man's flying white hair suddenly fell, and his red eyes turned into "fire-eyed golden eyes", shining golden light.

He finished the second half with difficulty: "...Fake!"

Countless pale gold rays appeared on his body, cutting it into smaller and smaller pieces.

boom!

The old man exploded into golden dust, like a rain of golden dust.

The pale golden light with little wastage was swimming in the air with a series of afterimages, which seemed very pleasant.

But after half a breath, it suddenly turned around and stared at a small pinpoint black hole in the old man's broken gold dust.

There came a message from the "companion" for help: Oh, this bad old man is so powerful, my brothers are losing ground!Support, we need support!

The pale golden light that looked like a dragon suddenly brightened, plunged into the tiny black hole.

...

Somewhere in the distant dimension of hell, in the core palace of the entire hell, Mephisto was sleeping quietly.

Some time ago, he was impatient with using the deity to manage hell chores, and simply borrowed the shell of a certain boutique soul to create a clone, giving it the most basic logic and authority.

Then, this clone moved all the various items with major safety hazards in the core palace to a further place for centralized management.

As long as the clone can't get out of the hell dimension, it can use the power of hell to resist the weird power that can destroy the soul.

Lao Mo had been tossed by this weird energy for a long time, and "realized" its essence by himself.

This is the power of faith, one of the so-called "powers of God".

But the kind that Lao Mo encountered was adjusted and blessed by a certain mysterious existence, and it was difficult to remove it, not to mention the bonus to the hell creature's killing effect.

In fact, Lao Mo had hesitated to find the Beidou revenge after he recovered.

After all, the neurosis of Beidou is just a thug released by the mysterious existence.

Generally speaking, such thugs are just consumable cannon fodder.

But there are always some aliens, even thugs can be a show of stalks.

For example, the evil spirit knight, or...the supreme mage Gu Yi.

The upper limit of Beidou's strength is temporarily uncertain, but the person who can produce this weird "power of God" is absolutely difficult to deal with.

Lao Mo spent so many years of strong winds and waves safely, relying on his masterful "big return to the city"-when he encountered a big problem, he immediately squatted at home.

As long as I squat at home, no one will want to kill me!He Mephisto is such a safe demon lord.

...

Suddenly, while he was sleeping, he sensed that the clone was destroyed in an instant, the crisis was in his heart, and the absolute defense connected with his mind was activated at the same time.

A bit of gold lighted up not far from Lao Mo's body, and then a frantically thick pale gold light squeezed out of the tiny black hole, and hit the pure black absolute defense like a laser cannon.

puff!

The black defensive cover suddenly turned gray, and a hole with a big mouth appeared on it.

At this moment, Lao Mo's body had just jumped from the throne, and the light golden light, which was slightly better than absolute defense, rose up and rushed into the warm embrace of his friends.

"Ohhhh~~~" Lao Mo screamed miserably, clutching his old waist.

But in this core palace, no one can see the terrible condition of Lord Lord, and it is impossible to hear the screams—provided that he doesn't get angry with all dimensions.

After a while, Lao Mo first made up the loopholes where the absolute defense was broken, then sat down with his teeth gritted, and took a deep breath: "Don't be angry, I'm not angry, calm, be calm."

With that said, he carefully checked his injury, and suddenly his complexion became loose: "Fortunately, I was prepared for a while. This conspiracy is ten times stronger than the previous two, and my injury has not worsened much."

When he said this, his face suddenly changed: the third time!This is already Beidou's third sneak attack.There is almost no demeanor of a super strong, and the shot is always a sneak attack.

If you continue to be like this, you don't even want to go to Earth, you have to guard against sneak attacks every day.A certain lord finally had a strong sense of anxiety.

Gu Yi is so powerful, he is not bothered by this guy!He cursed secretly in his heart: People are old-fashioned and high-profile, knowing that he shunned, he didn't take the initiative to find the door.

Where is this Beidou, like squatting at the door of hell, ready to rush in and bite people at any time!

In the future, I really want to find that Beidou revenge?Or... quietly negotiate?After thinking about it, Lao Mo still didn't make up his mind.

He has lived for an unknown number of years. It is normal to decide something within a few decades, and it is not unusual for a few hundred years.

However, this trick of replacing management with clones is no longer available. The "power of the gods" is simply poisonous and can be found even after chasing soul fragments.

I also blame myself for being too lazy in this matter. It seems that I still have to keep up with the times and keep up with the pace of the times.Lord Lord made this idea very quickly.

He took out his tablet, gave orders to several men, and fell back to sleep.

In the hell dimension, several big demons scattered in several places heard a soft text message prompt.