Alice's Dream Club

Strictly speaking, she couldn't be regarded as not calming down, she still gave up confronting the big demon, and focused her attention on Lynch.

There was confusion in her vision, which was very similar to when Lynch gave her an "illusion" in the state of a spirit body, but there was another kind of emotion that was temporarily incomprehensible in this confusion.

The siren's attention naturally aroused the curiosity and surprise of others, but most of the participants brought their "assistants", and they didn't pay much attention to Lynch's existence.

——The Olympians over there not only brought three assistants, they were also blood relatives.

Fenrir asked Qi Kexiu to distribute the information on his side, and before the information was distributed, one of them spoke abruptly.

"The purpose of this meeting, I think it's better to talk about something else."

The utterance is of a diminutive man, whose "pocket" size prevents his feet from resting flat on the ground, despite the face of an adult.

The moment he saw him, a nickname appeared in Lynch's mind: dwarf.

Alice knew very well that Lynch didn't know much about all the races in the other world, so she conducted science popularization on the side.

"He's not a dwarf, but a hobbit."

"..." Surprised for a moment, Lynch had a relieved expression.

When I was in college, I really had an impression of this. Although this name came from the work of ○ Huan Wang, in 2003, a fossil of the same height was indeed found in Indonesia, and this name was used to name it. More than 200 years ago, there were still witnesses in the Indonesian rainforest. It was not until the conflicts that intensified later caused the struggle that the Hobbits completely disappeared from the vision of modern humans.

At least the current research results say so, and the official name should be Florisian.

"But hobbits are also a branch of human beings, right? Are they classified as extraordinary races?"

"Races with supernatural powers are of course extraordinary races," Alice said indifferently. "One of the sources of the creation of mythical creatures like dwarves is the Flores, and they really make good use of runes."

Well, after the Second Emperor and Mu Xinyi, Alice came to destroy her own mythological cognition again.

Nodding his head, Lynch stopped talking.

The words of the Flores basically represent the voice of everyone else, especially after the news brought by the goblin spread like wildfire, they are now focusing entirely on things related to goblins.

——The creator is revived, and the age of myth is about to come again.

"You're talking about the information brought by the goblin, right? I don't object," Fenrir nodded. "But that's just one sentence, and there's nothing else. What do you think is there to talk about?"

Fenrir's words made one of the prototypes of the dwarf speechless.

There really isn't much to talk about.

"What nonsense are you talking about," the devil snorted, "but think about it, it's just a young race, who doesn't know how glorious the age of mythology is, and what we want to talk about now is naturally how to cooperate with the prophecy to deal with human beings." expulsion."

"That's right," Fenrir smiled, "Then return to the age of mythology and continue to be hammered by celestial beings and believers, right? Then you demons really have masochist potential."

As the only "heavenly being" present, the young man who was reading the information report suddenly became divine.

He put down the materials, and the treasure looked solemn.

"I think it's doable."

Lynch was too lazy to ask what the "Heavenly Man" was. From the faint light above his head, he could tell that the so-called "Heavenly Man" was most likely the creation prototype of "Angel".

"You are looking for trouble!"

With a low growl, the demon's body immediately burned with green fel energy flames, bright magic lines spread across his body, and a frightening aura suddenly spread to the surroundings.

His torso was rapidly expanding, and his skin color gradually turned bright red.

Another young man sitting in a seat not far from him frowned slightly, his energy full of vitality shielded the spreading evil energy.

"Karul, you transform as soon as you transform, put away your stench."

"I'm quite curious," Lu Sifan said suddenly, interrupting the runaway trend of the man named Karur, "Didn't you demons live well in purgatory, and you haven't thought about invading the human world before, right?"

The flames on Karul's body subsided, but the magic lines continued to spread.

He smiled and said: "But I like chaos, and you will inevitably go to war when you return. The sound of wailing is the most beautiful and beautiful melody."

This answer made Lu Sifan snort lightly.

"I do understand the kind of expectation you have been hiding in the dark and wanting to 'return to the light'." The solemn solemnity who has been silent has joined the topic, "But compared to this, I think what needs more attention is Let’s start with the first half of the sentence—what is that so-called creator.”

Zhuang Yan should have been instructed by Mu Xinyi, and his question was guiding in the direction Lynch wanted to know.

"Maybe it's our Creator?" The sea monster finally spoke, her voice was pleasant, as if she was singing, "Not all ethnic groups know their origins, and not all races with known origins The origin of knowledge is right."

She looked around at the representatives of the extraordinary race present, and continued.

"Take our sea monsters as an example. Our origin has been positioned by Greek, Nordic, and even Eastern myths. It is even said that the sea monsters are Atlanteans who lost civilization. But we know that these have nothing to do with We have nothing to do with each other, so as the gentleman from the Muxiu Society said, the real purpose of my coming here is to see if the goblin will come, and if it will come, I hope to confirm it from the goblin."

"I think so too." The celestial being echoed.

"Stupid."

The topic that was originally moving towards normal was destroyed by a cold remark.

Ares scanned everyone present, with dissatisfaction and disdain in his eyes.

In the end, his sight stayed on the person who used the vitality force.

"I don't know about others. Do you think the same way, Naftum? You are one of the rulers of the Age of Mythology. You have been suppressed under the darkness for so long. Don't you have any idea at all?"

"There is still a little bit," Naftum put down the document in his hand, "but now that human beings have developed to this point, do you really think that some groups with special abilities can re-dominate the world? Go back five years. Forget it for six hundred years, now it’s like daydreaming.”

There was contempt on the corner of Naftum's mouth.

"Mr. God of War, how many people do you have in Olympus? How sure are you that you can withstand the first batch of high-energy weapons when the war started?"

Ares didn't speak, he just snorted coldly.

In fact, through this point, Lynch is enough to confirm that Ares is a counterfeit and shoddy product. The real Ares knows that his technological level is far beyond the current level, not to mention the micro-celestial bodies used for real war. The gravitational tidal strike is enough to suppress it, and the mastered space technology alone is enough to neutralize the explosion of the nuclear bomb.

Besides, there are many Gundam Chimeras and Medusas in the real Olympus, as well as more man-made "monster" armies.

"Master, there is movement in the northeast direction."

Alice's words caught Lynch's attention away from the meeting.

"It's a life reaction, and it's moving very fast, and it's about to arrive here soon."

"Have you seen the specific image form?"

Alice nodded, but instead of describing, she pointed to the door of the conference room.

"The master will see you soon."

According to the words, Lynch moved his gaze to the door.

To be honest, he was quite looking forward to seeing the appearance of the goblin. In Western culture, goblin is another name for elves, fairies, and goblins. From a certain point of view, it can even be used as a general term.

Well, whether the visitors are handsome men and beauties with pointed ears or mischievous fairies, Lynch thinks it is very interesting to be a messenger.

Of course, it was the goblin with the red hat who opened the door, and this goblin brought the news of the creator's awakening very solemnly. Lynch was looking forward to this scene even more.

Too TM sand sculpture.

The moment this idea came to mind, the closed door was pushed open, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the movement of the door opening, and what caught everyone's sight was a man whose whole body was covered in layers of cloth and leather. existence among them.

This group only maintains a silhouette that looks like a human figure, its face and outline are covered, even under the hood, the specific appearance cannot be seen, and some are just pure black. As if there were no living beings inside, the only thing under the layered patchwork of leather cloths was emptiness, darkness and nothingness.

Lynch squinted to observe the "creature" and beckoned to Alice at the same time.

"As the owner of the club, do I have the ability to see through? Just like Mr. Clark."

Alice responded very simply: "It's not bad if you don't pay the price of baldness with a clean mind. What kind of perspective do you want to peek at girls taking a bath?"

"I use peeping? I really want to see me give you a death order, can't I?" Lynch snorted, "That means there is no such function, right?"

"At least I have never had this ability. I don't know if the master will awaken by himself in the future."

Nodding clearly, Lynch didn't think about these things for the time being.

The existence stopped outside the door for a moment, it seemed to be looking at the participants, then it walked slowly into the conference hall, and closed the door casually.

Lynch: "..." This goblin is quite polite.

The hand that closed the door was also covered by a rag robe. According to the arm length and flexibility of the height reference, it can be temporarily ruled out that there are many little guys less than half a meter inside.

It turned around after closing the door, and a deep voice came from the darkness under the hood.