Everything around him has long been reduced to gray.

What is abstracted is not only the colors, but also the emotions, your emotions towards the world and the world's emotions towards you.

Karen walked through the crowd and saw two newsboys holding newspapers and selling them. Their voices should be very loud, but Karen could not hear anything.

The two newsboys also ignored Karen who was closest to them, and ran to passers-by further away to sell newspapers and the new cigarettes they carried in the display boxes around their waists.

Two cars collided at an intersection, and the two grumpy drivers were already fighting each other. The cars stuck here began to sound their horns desperately to urge them.

Karen walked silently at the intersection, but could not sense even the slightest commotion.

He is walking through, aimlessly may also be a purpose.

He doesn't know what he is doing, because he doesn't need to know, there will be what he needs to do when he gets to where he is.

He is like a cold humanoid gear, without self, but running firmly.

Karen at this time is undoubtedly a very dangerous existence. Even if his identity and position are excluded, his current individual strength alone will cause extremely terrifying harm if he loses control in a densely populated area.

There has never been a shortage of such cases of lost people in the history of various religious religions, and in some extreme cases, small natural disasters have been caused.

The election convoy passed by Karen, who looked at Rodini sitting in the convertible.

The smile on Rodini's face was bright. He waved his hands tirelessly. Between his eyebrows, there was a faint spot of light, like a seed about to sprout, which opened up his imagination.

It's just that it hasn't really grown yet, and the seeds that haven't sprouted are not as good as the green fruits.

After the motorcade passed, Karen continued to move forward and came to an 8-story building, which was a hotel.

Across a road, Karen was facing the hotel door.

He stopped, stood still, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

...

In the soul space, the original puddle has turned into a muddy swamp. Karen was covered in mud and stood in the central area.

Behind him, a sickle was also covered in mud. Although it kept shaking and shaking off from time to time, it was immediately covered with new mud again.

Outside the swamp, no, to be precise, on the canopy of the entire soul space, reflected was the figure of a starved figure. It slowly lowered its head and stared down.

The tenant who originally lived in the innermost room broke the lock and came out; while the original homeowner was locked in.

The change of control has already occurred. This is not a replacement, but more like an ongoing coverage.

"Wow..."

The mud on Karen's face began to fall, revealing his face, like a drowning man who suddenly got a rare breather.

He raised his head and looked into the sky.

The hungry sculpture stood there, looking at him expressionlessly. The fastest. Updated. In

In silence, there is a transaction.

Karen smiled, but her smile gradually turned helpless.

Hungry addiction has no self, this is something Karen has known for a long time, but no self does not mean no wisdom, and wisdom will become more mature and perfect because there is no extra self;

At the same time, not having a self sometimes means that there are no flaws and loopholes, and it will become even more terrifying.

No wonder even the God of Order has no way to deal with his hunger addiction. This kind of "opponent" will not give you a real way to defeat him from the beginning, let alone give you the slightest chance of defeating him.

"Is this the food you chose..."

Karen asked.

Hungry Addiction Sculpture did not answer.

Karen nodded: "Okay, I agree."

trade:

I give you a certain degree of freedom of consciousness, I give you the possibility of sending me back to the innermost place, I give you the hope of making a comeback, I

Or even...pick a prey subject that you can accept.

At the same time, you temporarily lend me your experience and abilities without reservation for my use.

Hunger addiction has almost unsolvable power at the soul level, and it represents the rules of order; however, reality is a world with friction, and it is never an ideal state.

So, Hungry Addict not only wants to control Karen but also wants to use Karen's full power.

It's not just about simple control and control, it's about being completely adaptable.

It made a price to Karen, and Karen agreed, because he, Karen, also got what he wanted.

This kind of interaction is very similar to the relationship between God and believers, but it is difficult to tell clearly for a while who is God and who is a believer.

When the early hunger addiction attacks, Karen can suppress it by using the fire of light or the fire of order, just like primitive humans holding torches driving away wild beasts;

Now, Karen is stronger, and so is the beast;

The beast crossed the fence, came to your bed, made a "shush" gesture to you, and said with a smile:

"Let me make a deal with you."

If the gap between the two sides continues to widen, then it is very likely that the original people will become wild beasts driven away with torches.

It seemed that he sensed what Karen was thinking,

A ball of fire of order condensed in front of Karen and began to sway left and right.

Karen knew that this was a response from it. What was even more frightening was that Karen did not feel the bad taste coming from hunger addiction.

The Principle Theology has studied the behavioral patterns of "gods", and in their thesis reports, there is a description of the mechanical operation of gods.

But the problem is that in the mythological narratives of many divine religions, the stories of gods are often very exciting, with emotions, conflicts, struggles, hatreds, and fights...

There is an almost natural contradiction between the two.

Karen turned around and looked at the scythe behind him. This scythe was already imprisoned and there was no way to rely on it.

Moreover, even if it breaks through the confinement, it may not attack hunger addiction first, but itself first.

After reshaping the body through underground pollution, the original grocery store no longer had a dazzling array of products, and the shelves looked extremely monotonous.

In the past, Karen could use powerful beings in her soul space to jointly suppress the hunger addiction of order. Now, those helpers are no longer there.

However, there is nothing to regret. The current intensity of hunger addiction cannot be suppressed by them.

The sculpture of hunger addiction rears its head again;

Karen, who was facing the hotel entrance across the road, also raised his head, took steps and walked towards the hotel.

...

"The desert war will definitely end, and the initiative to end it lies with the Church of Kosmos. Now, what we have to figure out is how the Church of Kosmos will end this war.

Only by clarifying this can we, the Moon God Sect, prepare the layout in advance." The fastest update.

Sarayina gave a task to everyone in the conference room. At the same time, she spread her hands and the valet Saenz, who was standing behind her, handed a bunch of fresh flower petals to her hand.

She has stayed in the York City area for a long time. To a certain extent, she has become the second diplomatic priest of the Luna Sect in the Church of Kosmos. She uses her identity and the resources she can mobilize to mediate for the Luna Sect here.

In addition, there is another tradition that is indispensable. Basically every diplomatic station has part-time intelligence, espionage, instigation and other work. This is a tacit understanding among everyone.

However, considering that the Moon God Sect also belongs to the coalition forces, it is a strange and absurd reality that when the Order and the coalition forces are fighting fiercely in the desert, the diplomats of both sides can still operate normally.

The rest of the people bowed and left, walking out of the conference room.

Sarayina sat where she was. Sainz placed the flower basket in front of her so that she could take food. Then he walked behind her and massaged her shoulders and neck.

"Miss, Minister Karen is back. I think, suddenly

The breach should be able to be obtained from him."

"He is not a man of rules. Have you forgotten his extortion against us?"

"But miss, just because he doesn't follow the rules, so..."

"That's why he tricked us into feeding him step by step, paying a huge price but getting nothing. This kind of person is more difficult to deal with than those pure believers who cherish their feathers.

The latter will at most ignore us, but he will look for opportunities to eat us up and wipe us clean.

The most important thing is that we are no longer qualified to send it to our door and be eaten by him. After he became the district chief, there was no news of the invitation being delivered, let alone now."

"I just think it would be a pity to abandon his line like this."

"Senz, you idiot, don't tell me that you really want to instigate rebellion and bribe him. If we can instigate the second-in-command of the Whip of Order, then why don't we directly try to instigate the whip holder of the Whip of Order?"

"This is a good idea."

"idiot!"

Sarayina was amused, and Sainz also laughed.

However, the laughter soon stopped.

Because the nail cap of Sarayina's left index finger was densely cracked, which was a warning of crisis.

Sainz stood in front of Sarayina, twisted his neck, the skin outside the clothes showed the luster of hard armor, his cheeks trembled, and issued a series of commands:

"Special hotel security personnel will be in place immediately."
To be continued...