"Actually, it doesn’t matter."
Ai, also disguised, sat nearby and whispered, "The body structure of the people from the Extrely Evil Civilization is different from ours. Their abdons are naturally great places for ferntation, so in the Extrely Evil Civilization, many taverns and cafes use the abdon for ferntation."
"And because of this thod, the labor cost will increase significantly."
"So usually, only high-end stores employ this thod."
"Overall, due to the different elents of their bodily organs, there’s no bacteria or saliva, so if you can accept this form of production, the taste is indeed better than a lot of coffee within our civilization."
Hearing this, the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master seed a bit relieved, licking the corner of his mouth before hesitantly saying, "The taste is actually quite good..."
...
Chen Mang didn’t speak anymore.
He just took the tablet handed over by "Ai." His train couldn’t be equipped with "Faith Accessories" unless... he first chose to believe in Satan and gained Satan’s approval; only then could he use the "Faith Accessories."
The information he had obtained so far.
Basically led to one conclusion.
The faith of the "Extrely Evil Civilization" wasn’t sketched or fabricated; it was a real god. For such a civilization with a real god, its cohesion would be unprecedented.
It’s just that...
This god doesn’t seem to be in the "Extrely Evil Civilization," or rather, not in this dinsion. It can only perform miracles and harvest the Power of Faith through certain ans; it can’t truly descend into this civilization.
"A god?"
Chen Mang peacefully flipped through the information Ai had gathered and said softly, "It’s just a special being with powerful abilities. If it were truly a god, why hasn’t it discovered us yet?"
If it were truly a god, then when they were observing the "Extrely Evil Civilization," this Satan should have sensed their presence.
Only an omnipotent existence, unbound by even the Cosmic Rules, could be called a god, right?
He vaguely felt he might have touched another world.
Or another dinsion.
A place he had never encountered before.
"Let’s go."
Chen Mang got up, picked up the cane on the chair, and turned to walk out of the cafe: "Let’s et this Satan."
The greatest Foundation Level weapon of the Extrely Evil Civilization should be this Satan. To destroy this civilization, he must first deal with this Satan.
Within the Extrely Evil Civilization.
Many people had witnessed Satan, but no one knew his face, and everyone described him differently.
There was a planet called "Satan Star."
All Train Captains, if they wish to equip Faith Accessories, must go to this planet, enter a mysterious world through a "Bronze Door," personally et Satan, and get his approval to equip Faith Accessories.
He wants to go there and see it.
To see what ans Satan might have.
Of course—
Before that, he needs to prepare as much as possible.
...
In the cosmos.
Chen Mang sat in a passenger seat of an "Interstellar Train," traveling with Biaozi and a few others, heading to "Satan Star" like regular passengers.
He didn’t drive his train; it was too conspicuous. At this mont, it was transford into a brooch pinned to his chest, not summoned unless necessary for battle.
During the year he was developing in the Nia Star System,
he did many things.
Among them, the most important was—
He created a space wormhole, the endpoint leading directly to the path of the 4987 level light energy attack in the Cosmic Void, and dropped many refrigerators ahead. If needed, he could locate that energetic cannon within 24 hours.
By absorbing the energy from the cannon, he could temporarily enhance his armor to a certain level.
This was one of his confidence sources.
Additionally,
he spent the year preparing so foundational resources using existing materials. Such resources require a lot of ti to accumulate.
...
This was an interstellar train leading to "Satan Star," filled with passengers who had three heads and six arms, each looking very devout, a devoutness akin to worship, creating a faint sense of oppression for him.
A normal human in such an environnt.
Would feel a slight sense of oppression.
A feeling of being compelled to blend in.
He glanced around, didn’t say much, just turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window. In terms of civilization foundation, Human Civilization was still lacking. The speed of the train was fast, using unknown thods, appearing similar to the way that "Stellar Giant Beast" with a 2-light-year diater traveled through the universe.
Squirming in space.
By using multi-point teleportation, the train’s speed beca extrely fast.
He didn’t have these chanisms; he only had nurical values.
However...
Even though the train was fast, it was still far from the maximum speed of his Constant Star Train. In the face of absolute nurical values, all chanisms only served as compensations.
Just then—
From the row of seats directly ahead, a middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground convulsing and gasping for breath. His three heads were all gasping, finding it quite difficult to breathe. His face was ashen as he clutched his chest, continuously gasping on the ground, seemingly on the verge of dying any mont.
The crowd suddenly beca chaotic.
But soon after,
a rapid voice ca from the end of the carriage: "Make way, make way, there’s a priest. Let the priest through!"
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