They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 377 Team Building
Hearing the flute music played by Sherger, even though the Plague Knight had no flesh and blood, his bone helmet and face still showed a certain distortion.

The reason is simple: the flute music was just too awful!
Hephaestus had no talent for playing the flute, yet he always liked to use it as a weapon, which is probably why the flute's attack effect was so outstanding.

Its voice pollutes the mind and even the soul. The Plague Knight wanted to cover his head, but because his body was bound, he could not move and could only endure it.

Seeing that He did not dodge, Sherger became even more interested: "So you are the one who can appreciate art the most. You are indeed worthy of being called the Knight of the Apocalypse. Since you like it, my performance will be free for you forever."

Whenever you wish to enjoy a flute solo, we will be there for you immediately!

"Hephaestus!!!"

The plague gritted its teeth, and the skeletal horse beside it, tormented by the noise, slammed its head into the ground, causing a minor earthquake.

Fortunately, everyone present was a seasoned veteran, and they did not panic or flee upon seeing the earthquake. Atlak immediately spat out more threads to stabilize the ground. After all, this was the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss below. If it suddenly collapsed, no one would benefit.

While Atlach and his clones were in the dream world keeping the plague at bay and preventing him from escaping and suddenly awakening, the disordered beings in reality faced a similar crisis.

As the knight's consciousness sank into slumber, his body collapsed to the ground, and countless maddening shadowy sources of plague burst forth from his surface, attempting to fly in all directions.

The disruptors must intercept them; these things attach themselves to various objects to launch attacks against them, and the objects that are attached are also infected with countless viruses.

If it weren't for the suppression by the Angels of Life in the sky, these things would probably be even more numerous and rampant.

"Or we can just swallow them all."

Ria attempted to capture and devour the sources of the plague with her tentacles, but at that moment, the Angel of Life turned its enormous pupils toward them and read in them the message, "Try eating it again."

"His personality is quite similar to LeBron James'."

Ria exclaimed in surprise, and then swallowed the source of the plague without hesitation. During the process, he met the angel's eyes without any reservation.

The angel seemed even angrier, and suddenly, the black shadows swirling in mid-air screamed in agony.

The disorderly ones killed them even more fiercely.

Although those shadowy figures are ethereal, they can still be hit by supernatural abilities and mysterious objects.

After all, extraordinary and mysterious items all share the same origin.

But Ria thought that Melfas had once spoken of Enderus in the past, when there seemed to be supernatural beings, but those supernatural beings were pure and undistorted compared to the present.

Perhaps it wasn't the plague that gave rise to the extraordinary; its appearance merely opened the forbidden door that had sealed the extraordinary, and then contaminated everything within it.

Perhaps it simply elevates the extraordinary to a higher dimension, but Enderus's life simply cannot bear that weight now. Just like cancer cells, its appearance means that human cells are trying to evolve further, but no one can survive until the time when evolution is successful.

Things that cannot be borne by humans are harmful, incomprehensible, and extraordinary. This is especially true of those sleeping gods. How can life in the three-dimensional world easily imagine life existing in the fourth, fifth, or even more dimensions?
Some people get their brains blown just from solving a physics problem, writing a research report, or an academic paper. To fully understand them, you might as well expect them to suddenly have an epiphany and get into a physics PhD program.

"There seem to be fewer shadows..."

Ria raised her cane and pierced directly through a dark shadow, the tentacles in the shadows on the ground immediately dragging it into the shadows.

"Actually, after eating them a lot, you'll find that these things actually taste pretty good."

【…】

The Angel of Life's eyes seemed to grow even more terrifying; if not for some kind of restriction, He would soon descend upon Earth and teach Syria.

But Ria felt there was nothing wrong with devouring the source of the plague; in fact, he was doing it deliberately right in front of Jamildon.

As he devoured more and more sources of plague, the angel seemed to grow increasingly angry, releasing a more intense oppressive light. Many of the shadowy figures even emitted thick smoke, as if they were being burned.

"Fifty-seven...fifty-eight! Fifty-nine! Sixty!!!"

Steyr twirled his gun and reloaded it, but soon he still felt unsatisfied.

When Ria saw him again, he had already lost his pistol and was firing two submachine guns at the source of the plague, with a string of large-caliber bullets hanging diagonally around his neck.

"Lia, this thing is much better than your cane and pistol!"

As he spoke, he continued chasing after the rampaging source of the plague. On the other side, eight-year-old Safiel, carrying an item that looked like a pesticide canister, sprayed disinfectant at the dark figure.

She was wearing a gas mask, which looked very sophisticated, and there were quite a few people doing the same thing, which broadened Liya's horizons considerably.

So this is how witches' potions can be used.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

A sorcerer, holding a string of bombs, looked at them with reluctance, bidding them a final farewell.

“Dear Bailey, Jenny, Mark, Anris, Bubucaro, Alice, Sharon, Helen…”

As he recited a long list of names, he pulled the fuses off each one and threw them out. By this time, he was already in tears, his whole face was red from crying, and he looked terrible.

"Remember this, Dad will always remember you, Dad will always love you—"

You sacrificed yourselves for a greater cause!

"Aaaaaaah, my children! Aaaaaah!"

As the bombs were cleared, he knelt on the ground and wailed in agony. For sorcerers, they could hear the voices of inanimate objects, and in their eyes, those cold, lifeless objects might be more important than people.

But no one sympathized with him at this moment. Perhaps some did, but now was not the right time to offer comfort.

"Shh!"

A dark figure rushed towards him while he was off guard, but was hit by a small pebble.

The pebble passed through the shadowy figure without causing it any real harm, but it inexplicably glared angrily at the person who threw the pebble. The person ran away quickly, mainly because of the crow.

But because of this, he attracted the attention of the shadows even more. Many shadows ignored their prey and rushed toward him. Then, the disorderly ones eliminated the gathered shadows.

Although they had only met recently and were not even acquainted, their teamwork was remarkably smooth. Faced with a common enemy, the disorderly individuals became the most united side.

"One hundred! I killed the hundredth one!"

Steyr was so happy he almost jumped for joy. He couldn't wait to put his arm around the arm of a disorderly person he didn't know and share his happiness, but the person thought he was being impolite and shook him off.

"As expected, my crow meme was a success; everyone hates it, hahaha!"

Steyr was a little tired, so he went up to Ria and asked him if he had any water. Ria pulled out a bunch of water jugs from the pile of tentacles and asked him what color he liked.

"Green is the color that suits my style."

Steyer pointed to the large green water jug, and the next second he saw Ria hold up two fingers.

"Brother, look how lively you are, even making a peace sign."

"No, two fingers means—two silver coins." "How much!?"

Steyr was shocked: "Two silver coins? I'd think even two taels is too expensive for them, and this pot of yours is some kind of artifact looted from another country?"

"I don't know, but this thing is a mysterious item that can turn water poured into it into coffee. The cost isn't high, it's well within your budget."

"You have this too? Where did you get all these weird items?"

Steyer patted his pockets, reluctant to buy anything, but he was incredibly thirsty. They had arrived suddenly and hadn't brought any water bottles.

Even if we take a step back and say that, who can resist a kettle that turns water into coffee?

He had to admit that it was very appealing.

Soon after, Ria sold a kettle and earned two silver coins. As a bonus, he gave the seller a packet of coffee powder.

"By the way, brother, what's the price for this pot?"

"It can turn water into coffee."

“I know, I’m asking about the cost.”

"The price is that you need to put in coffee powder each time, like the packet you're holding, brew it, heat it with your fire-attribute supernatural ability, and then you'll have a steaming pot of coffee."

"..."

Steyer fell silent for the first time in a long time. He had thought he would hardly react this way again, but now he couldn't help but point at Ria.

"You shady businessman!!!"

"Thank you."

Ria patted him on the shoulder, reached out and touched the bottom of the kettle. Flames automatically shot out from his palm to heat it for free. Then, Ria started asking the others if anyone needed water.

Midway through, he also saw a black marketeer selling popcorn amidst the battle. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became very tense.

Lia: "How's popcorn selling lately? How are the sales?"

"Sales are so-so. My previous part-time job was popping popcorn at the street corner. I had flavors like caramel, cantaloupe, and cheese, and people would buy it as a snack."

"So the point of selling popcorn here is—"

"Isn't it because we thought someone might be hungry?"

The shady dealer picked up a paper bag of popcorn and expertly called out, "Popcorn, who wants to buy popcorn?"

Another shout came from afar: "Anyone need a boosting service? Help me kill the Plaguebringer, you can go rest!"

"Selling guns, ammunition, knives, forks, clubs, and more! Come and get what you need!"

"Scratch a lottery ticket, you won't lose out! Keep scratching every day, and the next jackpot of 15 million gold coins could be yours."

"Selling personal accident insurance! Guaranteed payout of 200,000 yuan, absolutely no false advertising, the company boss is almost bankrupt!"

Having witnessed all of this, Ria glanced at the water jug ​​carried by the tentacle behind her and asked, "What... exactly are we here for?"

"What else can black market merchants do? They can only make money through sales. Who would become a black market merchant if there were other ways?"

The popcorn vendor grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, then casually raised his gun and killed the attacking shadowy figure.

It was then that Ria realized how deep the prejudice against the black market meme was.

"Of course, maybe it's because we're more law-abiding. Those who don't follow the rules are directly selling human lives. Honestly, why take such a big risk? Wouldn't it be better to just sell five Schwarzschilds a bag of popcorn peacefully?"

"Uncle, how much is the popcorn?" Safiel came over carrying a bunch of food and asked about the price of the popcorn.

"A silver coin."

"It's so expensive."

As she spoke, Safiel took out her money, and the next second, she walked towards Ria.

"Brother Kelcha, how much is the water?"

"Water is free."

"Really?"

"Yes, the kettle costs money."

So the other party bought another of his water jugs filled with water, and this time Ria gave him coconut powder as a free gift.

It's quite interesting when the outcasts occasionally get together. The atmosphere within the Keepers of the Secrets isn't as tense as one might imagine; most people are friendly, even though their hearts have become twisted from witnessing so much life and death.

"So what exactly are the criteria the plague doctors use to select the disordered? Is it random? They don't seem like heinous criminals. I don't understand why my mentor would have me kill James."

If possible, Ria would love to have a good talk with Ivand's true form, but the other party is currently still asleep and difficult to awaken, and there is no trace of the mentor in the dream realm.

"How is his consciousness now?"

As she pondered, Ria continued to travel between the battlegrounds, selling her water. Water was a rare commodity here, and although there was plenty of snow, it was still somewhat troublesome to eat it directly or melt it with fire.

Furthermore, Ria's trading methods were somewhat coercive, so his kettles were quickly sold out.

In high spirits, Ria and little Swarth sat down to rest under a tree when something fell from above and nearly hit him on the head.

Little Swarth's tentacles blocked it in time, but the consequence of doing so was that the thing's trajectory was skewed to the side, and it hit Little Swarth's head.

Ria picked up the object and found it was an apple.

At the top of the tree, several young children peeked out, laughing and joking. Lia asked them why they were doing this, and they said they wanted to see what would happen if an apple fell on someone's head.

Will you discover something new that is different from gravity?

“I don’t know that.” Ria shook her head with a smile, then looked at the mythical creature that was covering its head with its forepaws and whose ear feathers were drooping.

"It was the apple that got hit, so maybe we should think about what it might think when it sees the apple fall from the tree."

"Goo-"

Little Swarth stared at the red apple that Ria held up in front of him, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Ria looked at the apple with a bite taken out of it, then stuffed it completely into little Swarth's hands. Watching little Swarth holding the red apple, she said, "Maybe he'll become a very rich genius."

(End of this chapter)