Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?! Chapter 687 - 344: You Look So Delicious!3

This ti he ca rely to witness the demise of the Saint up close, and to see if he could pick up so obsessions.

Especially the obsessions of the Saint.

The other party was a Mutant, and likely possessed the ability for consciousness transfer.

If he obtained this ability...

Tsk~

..

The radiation cloud was extrely thick.

Brian swam leisurely for seven or eight seconds before poking his head out to assess the situation below.

Below was the Holy City.

At that ti, the Holy City was a ss of ruins and deathly silence.

Those densely packed walking dead were hardly seen anymore.

On so remnants of buildings, black human-shaped marks could be seen.

These were the final traces of a human body left under the high temperatures of radiation, commonly seen at the outer periter of nuclear explosions.

As for the center, no shadow traces could remain and would be vaporized directly.

Brian wandered around here for a while and did not feel any breath of life.

Of course, there was not a single obsession.

"Millions of people have died, and not even 24 hours have passed, so why hasn’t a single obsession appeared?" Brian wondered with confusion.

How did the Saint kill those people?

Just then,

Ten listless figures, from several kiloters away, walked towards the coordinates right below Brian’s feet.

They were dressed in fine radiation-resistant combat uniforms, yet they looked like puppets, similar to walking dead, and continuously muttered the sa phrase under their breath: join us...

Brian’s face changed slightly as he listened to the muttering coming from several kiloters away.

In a flash, and within two breaths, he appeared above these people.

Under Brian’s perception, these ten people’s bodies, cells were still in a highly active state.

However, this state was continuously deteriorating.

Their brains had almost no activity left.

Their hearts were no longer active.

Their blood had completely solidified.

These were ten dead people!

At that mont, Brian knew: the Saint hadn’t died at all!

...

A few minutes later.

Those ten figures arrived at the spot where Green Bull Saint Buddha had previously been ditating, forming a circle and sitting cross-legged. The dull expressions under their masks gradually took on a benevolent glow, and the muttering in their mouths grew louder...

Brian stood beside them watching.

In his perception, as the chanting continued, a special fluctuation descended from the void, as if it had targeted a specific coordinate, and slowly ford a gigantic human figure, several dozens of ters tall, sitting cross-legged.

The figure sat with closed eyes, looking remarkably similar to the large Buddha statues found in Buddhist temples.

Yet it seed to lack a dominating consciousness and was rely an ethereal shadow.

What was even more eerie was that the surface of this human-shaped ethereal shadow seed to be crawling with wriggling worms.

Brian thought for a mont, leaped up, and driven by the electromagnetic field, returned to the heavily irradiated dark gray cloud. Then, he placed his finger on his brow.

The next mont,

A vertical eye pattern appeared.

The door to the Fourth Dinsion opened once again.

Inside the door, a massive eyeball followed Brian’s brow to look down at the sky.

At this mont, Brian finally saw clearly what was on the surface of the Buddha ethereal shadow!

It was not worms at all, but countless densely packed ’humans’!

Imagine,

Countless ’humans’, smaller than ants, continuously wriggling on a Buddha ethereal shadow tens of ters tall.

Even Brian was startled by this sight.

This eerie thing was completely an imitation of his own Consciousness!

Damn!

Not just an imitation!

This Buddha ethereal shadow looked far more legitimate than his own Consciousness.

This made Brian feel quite peeved!

No need to think about it, the Buddha ethereal shadow was the Saint.

Isn’t this plagiarism?

Plagiarism aside.

It was even plagiarized to look better!

One was a Buddha.

The other was an Evil God with a huge head.

If the Consciousness of both appeared together, Brian would most likely be considered the villain.

How could he tolerate this?

The more Brian thought, the angrier he got!

He glanced around at the vast clouds spanning dozens of kiloters and gritted his teeth.

Plagiarism, huh!

I’ll kill you today!

Unfortunately, the Buddha’s phantom under his feet beca more real, but there was still no sign of the lively consciousness fluctuations.

Brian had waited in the clouds for several hours and still hadn’t experienced the Saint’s consciousness descend.

However, as the phantom beca more distinct, Brian slled an increasingly strong fragrance.

He stared intently at the Buddha’s phantom below and swallowed his saliva.

Oh, Saint Buddha.

If you don’t co soon, I’ll be starving!

Another half hour passed.

A group of staggering figures and vehicles gradually appeared in the distance.

The vehicles looked like military ones.

There were also so civilian sedans.

The vast crowd seed to be in the hundreds of thousands.

Most of them were in military uniforms, while a few looked like ordinary people from the villages and towns of White Elephant Country.

They all looked like zombies, but under the control of an invisible force, they slowly marched towards the Buddha’s phantom.

As they approached,

A vast, orderly murmuring resonated throughout the heavens and the earth.

The Buddha’s phantom finally opened its eyes.

The Saint surveyed the walking dead in the distance, his face beaming with kindness, radiating a sacred aura, "Fragile human thoughts need a physical body to nurture; just gathering a few million more thoughts will be enough for to expand the land of Buddha in the Void Realm and beco an existence greater than even the Evil God..."

As he spoke, his kind face suddenly twisted, "When that happens, I’ll definitely devour it!"

The dense crowd of walking dead, upon nearing the Buddha’s phantom, automatically gathered and chanically murmured around the phantom.

Above them,

Brian slurped his saliva.

He finally understood why the Saint, who clearly had a thod similar to descending, was still obsessed with this place that had beco a ruin.

With the arrival of the walking dead,

An enormous unknown special magnetic field erged in the area.

The magnetic field ca from underground.

There must be a man-made great magnetic field of human technology hidden beneath this place of ruins.

This magnetic field could imprison the wavelengths of human consciousness!

With the surge of the magnetic field,

With every breath of the Buddha’s phantom, the walking dead fell one by one, turning into tiny ant-like fluctuations, rging into the body of the Buddha’s phantom, becoming part of him.

The process was incredibly fast.

In just a few minutes, nearly all of the hundreds of thousands who had just arrived had fallen, becoming part of the Saint.

The Saint’s incarnation, the Buddha’s phantom, grew even more imnse, now nearly sixty ters tall.

Including the legs,

The consciousness of the opponent might be a hundred ters tall.

Observing the dead silence on the ground, the Saint slowly stood up; a few hundred ters wide halo, dreamlike and surreal, gathered in the void and slowly rotated, dyeing everything around it with a touch of Buddha’s charm.

This fellow looked too attractive!

Just like a Buddha of Buddha Realm descending to the mortal world, filled with a sense of sanctity.

This sense of sanctity persisted until the Saint spoke and broke it.

Feeling his nearly omnipotent illusory sense of strength, his kind face gradually beca frenzied, "Hehehe, I have already seen the new gifts those insects have prepared for . Co on, the more people who die, the stronger I beco!!!"

Just then,

Drip~

A drop of pitch-black viscous liquid fell from the sky and landed on the realistic cheek of the Saint, slowly sliding down.

The Saint’s laughter paused.

Drip~

More black liquid fell.

A strong premonition surged in his mind.

The Saint was startled.

A death warning?

He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he last felt this.

He, so powerful and able to easily crush his forr self, was feeling a death warning again?

The Buddha slowly looked up.

He saw, at ten-thousand ters in the sky, an enormous, terrifying face, easily ten-thousand ters in size, staring intently at him and opening its mouth wide.

The black liquid falling from the sky wasn’t rainwater.

It was saliva dripping from the giant face!

In the Saint’s stunned expression, the lips of the face moved, emitting a sound like thunder, "You look delicious!"