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"A mere phantom." In Death Song Academy, Karl kept an eye on a few people through the projection.

Hearing Tilapia's words, Furui Mubo's face was slightly surprised at first, and then a wry smile appeared.

"Phantom body, just a trivial one.

It would be really arrogant to think so just because the flames hurt me last time.

If there are other trump cards..." Thinking of Tilapia entering different spaces several times, the smile on Carl's face became increasingly bitter.

Based on his analysis of Tilapia's character, since the other party dares to speak, there is a high probability that he has found a way to restrain the phantom body.

Otherwise, given the other party's temperament, it would be impossible for him to say that he was just an illusory body and would not bother to crush him to death.

"Trouble." No one knew what kind of improvement the other party would get after entering a different space. Carl's face rarely showed distress.

"Can the light of the sun really not get a super gene backup?

Without the ability of the light of the sun, if you want to start the void era, you have to find another way." Carl pinched the corners of his eyes subconsciously, and thought to himself: "What kind of confidence can he say that he is just a phantom body?"

Before he could figure it out, Snow, with an ugly face, had already returned to Death Song Academy.

Although he knew that Karl most likely knew that he was talking to Tilapia, Snow still stated it exactly as it was.

"My God.

Tilapia said he would crush the phantom body to death, and he was so confident that his subordinates didn't think he was bluffing." After telling the story, Snow reminded him.

"Yeah." Karl nodded and gently rubbed the cover of the hard-cover book on the desk with his thumb.

For him, he couldn't sense any feedback from the uneven hard-shell book cover.

After a long silence, Karl spoke calmly: "Let Hua Ye try it!

I also want to know where he got his confidence."

"Do you think Hua Ye can win the maid group?" Snow was a little surprised.

"No." Carl shook his head: "I never thought Hua Ye could achieve anything. He just needs to disrupt the situation in the known universe and attract firepower.

As for now... I just want to test Tilapia’s confidence for me.”

"I understand." He bowed slightly, and then stopped talking.

As if he could read the other person's thoughts, Karl smiled nonchalantly: "We have just caused trouble for Sunlight, but you are not allowing them to come over and make people disgusting?" He waved his hand and motioned for the other party to go out, "That's it, as long as they don't take the initiative to cause trouble, let them do whatever they want.

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Anyway...there are always more than one or two people monitoring Death Song Academy."

"yes."

Bowing slightly, Snow slowly exited the hall.

He didn't know if his Lord God really didn't want to take action or if he just couldn't deal with Tilapia.

But when it comes to forbearance, my master is very familiar with it.

In the past, I could endure Kesha to become the King of the Gods, but now...it's just a Tilapia, that's all.

"Tilapia, I advise you not to be so self-righteous, otherwise Kesha will be your tomorrow today." He murmured in his mouth, his voice getting lower and lower until it disappeared.

In the hall, Karl's eyes were deep and he turned and walked in the other direction.

The door opened, and in a huge room, there was a transparent glass jar, and the figure of Hua Ye, who had been confirmed dead by the angel, loomed, floating peacefully with his eyes closed like a projection.

"The phantom body is just a mere thing."

"Haha!!!" There was self-mockery and sarcasm on his face.

I really didn’t expect that just a few years after Kesha went offline, she would feel suppressed again.

"How long has it been since I fell behind others again?

The main biological world has reached its limit for me. Tilapia, I wonder if you have mastered the power of higher latitudes?

I dare say that the phantom body is just a mere one, but I have already mastered that kind of power."

Ever since their first meeting, he felt that he had never underestimated that famous scumbag in the known universe.

But how many years has it been? Two years or three years? The other party no longer takes me seriously.

Whether he is overconfident or he has truly mastered a higher level of power, let Hua Ye give it a try.

As Karl murmured, Hua Ye, who had closed his eyes peacefully in the transparent container, suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

"Hexi, Angel Yan."

Along with the low roar, the original glass jar turned into countless energy and dispersed.

Where is the glass? It is basically a barrier formed by the materialization of energy.

After venting, Hua Ye's mind returned from the scene before his death to the present.

Looking at Karl, his brain was running rapidly: "Did you save me?"

"I'm sure the people who saved you are Su Marie and Angel Ruoning." Facing Hua Ye, who was as unruly as ever, Karl did not show any dissatisfaction.

What's the point of this? Once the other party knows that he has become stronger, it would be disrespectful to his status as the Scum King if he doesn't retaliate.

Taking steps forward, Hua Ye immediately felt that his body was completely different from before, and his face suddenly turned ugly, "What am I?"

"To use what those people outside call me, you are now an illusion just like me."

...Hua Ye.

It is true that the phantom body is powerful, but for Hua Ye, losing his physical body and becoming a phantom body that can only see but cannot move is definitely the greatest torture.

Before Hua Ye could get angry, Karl said as he walked: "Your divine body has been completely destroyed by the angel, and most of the remaining dark data has also been destroyed.

Fortunately, in order to load the black hole engine, the big clock has a backup of your dark data, so that you can be revived by acting as a phantom body again.

However...as a phantom, your dark data can no longer be backed up.

If you die again...well, that's for sure, if you are erased again...even I can't revive you again."

"Just say it straight, I am the data itself now.

And it’s still impossible to replicate that.”

Clenching his fists and feeling the more powerful power in his body than before, Hua Ye could only make fun of himself and complain.

But if it were possible, he would rather have a fourth-generation divine body than become what he is now.

The core concept of Tiangong Order is ultimate enjoyment. Now that I have become a combination of data, I am still enjoying it.

"You really can't give me another body?" Hua Ye asked unwillingly.

Karl did not answer directly, but gave Hua Ye a critical blow: "Sumari and Angel Ruoning are dead. Before their death, they were already fourth-generation gods."

...Hua Ye.

"The tangible divine body can no longer stand at the top of the known universe.

If you want to return to your so-called Heavenly Palace era, gather your former subordinates and defeat Tilapia and his group of maids.

Otherwise, just find a place to hide and hide yourself like a mouse."

"Instigating dissension, the appraisal is over!" Hua Ye curled his lips, wondering why this guy wanted to use him as a weapon again.

"Sumari and Angel Ruoning are dead, who else can help me now?" Hiding again, this virtue is not in his consideration at all.

Even if he knew that Karl wanted to use him, he could only go to the dark side.

"I don't have any support, but I can give you some advice." Before Hua Ye could speak, Carl said to himself: "Go to the Angel Nebula, use your phantom ability, and launch a sneak attack before the angel finds a way to restrain it. It's not difficult to take back the Tiangong in one fell swoop.

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As for the future, it has nothing to do with me."

...Hua Ye.

Without any more chattering, he left Death Song Academy directly.

He knew that Karl was right.

As for asking how Ruoning and Sumari died, they were just dead people, so what's the point of asking how they died.

"Small skirt, Tilapia, I'm back again."

"A sneeze!!!"

"On New Year's Day, who is scolding me behind my back?"

In an unknown small lake, Tilapia is lying alone on a small wooden boat, enjoying the sunshine.

He sneezed suddenly and couldn't help but rub his nose and curse.

True temperament is nothing more than this.

Lakeside.

The two little ones who were setting up a tent and preparing a temporary camp stopped and looked at each other.

With just one look, the communication between them has been completed: "You are crazy, don't pay attention to me."
Chapter completed!