MTL - The Void Lord’s Path To Planar Conquest-Chapter 227 Evolved little batman

"Squeak!"

Sartre heard the sound of some creatures that sounded like mice!

But after a closer look, a creature with the size of a slap and wings flew towards Sartre.

The creature was grey in appearance, with the body of a man and the head of a bat.

The energy response in the body is not even at the first level.

"Squeak!"

This "little thing" flew in front of Sartre and danced.

In his mouth, he kept shouting!

Sartre understood what it meant.

"Food, here comes the food!"

In fact, Sartre was able to understand these meanings, not because of "talent", nor because he had learned these languages.

One of the characteristics of the "source of psychedelics": it is the creatures here, no matter what species you are and what language you speak.

Even if you are dumb, as long as you want to express your meaning, others can understand it.

This "little thing" has a fierce face at the moment; although its mouth is small, it is full of sharp mouths.

With the muttering in his mouth!

It is not difficult to think that it treats Sartre as food.

"Whoosh!"

The speed of the "little thing" was quite fast, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to Sartre's eyes, attacking his eyes.

However, Sartre grabbed this "fierce little creature" in his hand.

But this guy didn't stop, but kept biting his palm with his teeth.

In his mouth he muttered:

"Food... eat..."

It looks very mentally retarded!

"puff!"

With a slight effort of the hand, this little thing directly turned into a mashed meat.

Then he felt a faint energy lingering in his hand.

This should be the legendary "fantasy energy".

However, this energy is too weak, and Sartre does not feel it at all, and it is a gain to himself.

Sartre threw off the "remaining flesh" in his hand without much expression.

After all, "small things" that don't even have a first-level, "squeeze to death" are all to give it face.

However, Sartre did not expect that his own hand would bring him a lot of trouble.

"Squeak..."

The same cry sounded again, but this time, it was no longer just one.

Instead, the overwhelming and dense "little bat people" completely "blinded" the surrounding tens of kilometers of sky.

The noisy and harsh squeaks poured into Sartre's ears, making people tired.

Of course, it was just a little upset, but there was nothing to fear.

After all, it's just a group of "little things that don't even reach the first level", and he is "king level".

"call!"

Sartre's mouth turned forward, and he let out a light breath.

Suddenly, a black sea of ​​fire appeared out of thin air!

Countless screams resounded through the sky. And accompanied by a large number of ashes glowing with Mars, it fell to the ground.

The "fantasy energy" of these dead creatures begins to coalesce and is charged by the satyrs.

Sartre estimated that it was roughly equivalent to the strength of level 7.

This time, he clearly felt the changes in his body.

Although it is weak, it really makes me a little bit stronger.

It seems that this is indeed a "blessed place"!

Just when Sartre thought it was over and was about to leave.

The bodies of the two "little batmen" changed.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful breath overflowed from their bodies, and the intensity was still rising...

"Is this...?"

Sartre suddenly remembered "Armored Man" and told himself some precautions about "The Origin of Psychedelics".

One of them says this:

The strength of "fantasy creatures" is completely unpredictable, and they have extremely strange and special evolutionary abilities.

One second he may still be a first-level, but the next second he becomes a "creation-level".

No one knows where this ability comes from, how it evolved, or even the conditions for evolution.

They can evolve under any circumstances!

But just know one thing, never underestimate any fantasy creature!

Of course, it corresponds to "degeneration".

This situation is completely opposite to "evolution", you may see a strong "one second is "creation level", the next second becomes "ordinary person".

In short, the "source of psychedelics" is strange and unpredictable, and it never lives up to the name of "forbidden land"! "

…………

The two "little batmen" in front of Sartre should have triggered "evolution".

In the end, their strength was fixed at the "eighth level".

There is no way to reach a higher level!

Originally, Sartre wanted to see if they could reach a higher level.

So have been waiting.

On the contrary, as long as they are not at the king level, they can easily solve them by themselves.

It's a pity that it backfired, and the two "little batmen" finally only reached level eight...

That being the case, Sartre instantly moved to their side.

At this time, these two "fierce little things" were still shouting:

"Food...eat him..."

It seems that evolution does not increase "intelligence"!

Still a familiar method.

Sartre grabbed both hands, grabbing them in his hands.

Two more lumps of flesh were thrown out, and then the energy in his hand was absorbed.

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"The Origin of Psychedelics" has no so-called direction and no fixed place.

Maybe you are lying in a house one day, and the next day you find yourself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

There are broken spaces everywhere, and there are inexplicable roars behind many "broken spaces".

Nobody knows what that is.

Sartre could only be careful to stay away from those "broken spaces".

"Crack!"

Just as he was carefully guarding the surroundings, cracks suddenly appeared in the sky, and the ground also cracked.

"not good!"

Sartre shouted involuntarily.

Right now, what he encountered was "space annihilation", which meant that this space was going to be destroyed directly.

And at this moment ~www.novelbuddy.com~ many "fantasy creatures" living in this space began to escape skillfully.

Some go straight into a "broken space" and disappear; some fly into the sky and escape from this space.

Of course, there are also many weak "creatures" that are directly involved in the turbulent flow of space and are directly turned into powder.

At this time, Sartre's sharp eyes discovered that a white and seemingly "wolf dog made of paper" walked unhurriedly into the "circular broken space opening" in front.

Looking at its appearance, it seems to be very familiar with the backside of "Broken Space".

Without hesitation, he immediately flew and got into the "spatial hole".

The picture suddenly changed, and Sartre came to a white space.

If you look closely, the whole place is the world of paper tie.

Houses, streets, trees, are all made of white paper.

Outside the house and on the road, erected everywhere, all kinds of paper creatures.

What "paper man", "paper horse", "paper dog", "paper crane" and so on!

But they don't look alive.

The "paper dog" that came first has long since disappeared.

Sartre could only walk slowly on the eerie streets, carefully guarding against everything around him.