"Nansha horror!"

"Nansha horror!"

"Nansha horror!"

"Nansha horror!"

……

These three words turned into a verbal data flow, outlining a series of divine shadows, passing through the three mountains of pseudo-sensory signals, artificial thoughts, and virtual programs, forming a more real language and deeper thoughts.

Even players are affected.

The 'Brain Filler' who went through the back door for 'brain-machine deployment' suddenly sat up, his eyes were replaced by a golden light, and he shouted:

"Nansha horror!"

"Nansha horror!"

"Please brain-computer modifiers return to the operating table as soon as possible. Your operation is not completed."

The voice of artificial intelligence sounded calmly.

However, the 'brain filling' only took a glance, and the next moment, the artificial intelligence directly shut down.

The bishop of the school of Isaiah, the bishop of the school of Worm, the bishop of the school of Grayling.

The three branches of the sect, fighting to the death, are actually looking at the same place at this moment.

Ruins of Tyria.

The Holy City in the Civilized Era.
Chapter completed!