"Cozummel...this name seems a bit familiar."

He raised his hand, scratched his cheeks, and then pressed down a bunch of raised hair. Mo Chen was standing on the street of a town in the United States.

He appeared here to deal with a group of peripheral members of the Holy Trinity, but he had just completed the cognitive tampering of the group and had not had time to leave for the next destination.

A news that was being broadcasted in the convenience store next to him suddenly felt a little concerned.

Cozummel.

This name seems to give me a sense of déjà, which is very serious, but I can't remember it for a while.

It's just that kind of feeling that he can't speak out, but he can't speak out. His memory isn't really that bad, but he has suddenly absorbed and digested too much information recently, which has more or less affected him.

A world record, even if he has separated all the information that is not worth much to himself, and kept it as wholesale, don’t bully the young and poor gold fingers, and create the purpose of carrying the old man and mass-producing time travelers and rebirths.

But the remaining information is enough to interfere with and affect his mind. After all, no one’s hard drive capacity is infinite. If the folders become dense, it will be a trouble to find them.

Even if you download some casting materials that can cultivate your body and mood, you can only do it occasionally and use it carefully.

Mo Chen rubbed his eyebrows and then quickly walked into the convenience store. The black clerk at the cashier just looked up, then lowered his head without interest and was busy with his own affairs. He seemed to be chewing gum or something in his mouth.

It was night at this time, and there were not many people in the convenience store. Perhaps it was because the town was deserted and there was not much passenger flow.

Maybe it's a little later, I'll be ready to close the door?

Mo Chen didn't care. He always maintained his illusion, in order to be able to move at will and normally in human society without being disturbed.

Half a minute later, after roughly learning about the news, he walked to the shelf and picked up a map, opened it directly, opened it and looked at it, and then picked up a small mirror next to him.

After paying, Mo Chen walked out again. He stood under the lights of a street light, ignored the passersby who occasionally walked by, and started to ponder.

After more information and confirmation, he finally remembered it. The name Cozumer seems to refer to an island in Mexico.

One of the top diving sites in the Western Hemisphere, with a large number of tourists from all over the world coming every year, making it one of Mexico's busiest ports.

Mo Chen had an impression before, but now he remembered that the Aztec civilization was an Indian civilization created by the ancient Mexican Aztecs. It is one of the three ancient civilizations in the Americas, mainly distributed in central and southern Mexico.

As for Kozumer, it is... the location of a terrible lost cultural relic. It does not have obvious direct power like the sacred source of Siberia, but it seems to be connected with endless negative entropy.

That thing is a lost cultural relic with real infinite power. Its power is intuitive and obvious. It can directly interfere with the sun, destroy the world, and cause various terrible natural disasters.

It was also Miss Crawford and the others' next goal. They not only wanted to take the lead in the remnants of the Trinity, but also received Mo Chen's prompt, pointing out the real location of the goal and not taking any wrong paths.

However, Mo Chen only vaguely remembered that thing seemed to be in the underground ruins of Kozumer at the beginning, and that place was an island no matter how complicated the underground space below was.

Mo Chen once tried it, but found that like the sacred source, this type of lost cultural relics does not have any special fluctuations, which can be captured by people from afar through various search abilities.

Unless it is right in front of you or even in your hand, then the treasure like the Holy Source is far away, and in Mo Chen's perception is just an ordinary mass of material.

Therefore, it is better to leave this kind of archaeological survey of tomb robbery and other painting styles to professionals to deal with, and he can't help much.

He just needs to provide useful information, control the direction of the team, and wait to receive the results of the victory.

Then the question is, why did he take the helm and the direction is still tilted? What is this? Is it the inertia of fate or is the ship hitting the bridge head naturally sinking?

"It's not supposed to be. I told them that if there is no silver box, then the dagger cannot move. Not only can it not move, but it also needs to stop others from getting involved..." He thought, always feeling that this was really inappropriate.

According to the original plot, Laura didn't know anything. She took the dagger rashly and caused a great disaster. However, even if she didn't take the Holy Trinity, she wouldn't let it go, because the silver box was not with the dagger at the beginning.

Dr. Domigus could not organize the process, because although he understood that the dagger and the silver box needed a matching package, the people below did not know.

So in the original trajectory, this process is probably going to happen anyway, and the only difference is which party caused it first.

But now, with the information provided by Mo Chen, things will not return to this level, right? After a long round, the result is only to prove that mortals want to get rid of the inertia of fate, and the final result will only be repeated in a futile cycle?

The most important thing is that in order to prevent the worst situation from happening, Mo Chen deliberately asked Miss Crawford and others to divide it into two parts, and partly blocked the excavation of Holy Trinity in Cozumer, interfering with the latter's progress.

The other part is to first look for the silver box, and then consider the problem of seizing the dagger after getting this insurance measure... So, what exactly happened? It directly disrupted my plan and brought everything back to the starting point?

"The Americans... there should be their reasons. After all, Mexico is next to them. If the CIA waste is not even aware of the matter around him, then the United States should not regard itself as a world policeman, just go to die..."

He rubbed his eyebrows and began to think seriously.

"But relying solely on the Americans should not make the situation worse than this. At least I sent two teams of magicians over there. Moreover, the Americans should not know how troublesome this matter is at first, and they will not invest too much resources and attention if they cannot see the prospects. At most, it will make the situation more chaotic..."

So, there shouldn't be any problem!

Is the current situation really just a coincidence that Cozumer encountered a tsunami and just simply encountered a natural disaster... Wait, natural disaster?

Mo Chen let out a breath. He probably had a certain goal. If there were any unexpected factors that could do as much insurance as possible, he would have to personally use the past to bully the small, and ended up fighting wits and courage with those little shrimps.

In this case, if it still becomes a "variable" that destroys equilibrium, then the biggest possibility seems to be the only concept of "disaster".

The God of Disobedience...

The incarnation of natural disasters, the huge humanized energy, the phenomenon-level form of existence...

If you are a top hunter of this level, let alone Miss Crawford and others, and the magician team sent by you, even if you go there, you can't ensure that the plan will be absolutely smooth.

Some mistakes have been made, and what should have been considered long ago is not just that I am interested in that thing, but the ancient gods who pursue the real world are constantly pursuing this aspect, from ancient times to the present.

Moreover, compared to the information that he speculated through the plot, the ancient gods obviously had more exact information and understood the value of the artifact more clearly. If he encountered it, there would be no possibility of letting go.

Although it is not completely certain at present, Mo Chen thinks that this is the most likely... Secondly, the local mysterious forces intervened, but there has never been any information on this before.

Mo Chen also considered whether he would be a god killer, because there is also such a demon king in the United States. Although he acted like a superhero style, rather than a mythical and legendary style, he even became an urban legend in Los Angeles.

But the god-killer seemed to be too busy. Just to protect the West Coast from the hands of the King of Flies, prevent human society from being affected, and to know the truth, he was already very busy.

I guess the one who really had no extra energy and inexplicably went to the Mexican realm for a while, then grabbed his head and so on... Besides, he was a rare normal king.

Neither as cruel and distorted as Marquis of Voban, he is brave and cruel, nor as careless and heartless as Tony, he is a guardian who will do his best to protect the people under his rule and is committed to isolating darkness from human society.

So this possibility can be eliminated directly.

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On the other hand, Mo Chen's differentiated appearance had already arrived at Kozumer by walking through the parallel space reflected in the mirror.

There was a mirror he left behind here, and there was more than one side of it. Although he did not plan to let the Dreamland overlap with it for the time being, it would be okay to nail a few nails first.

Anyway, my own people have come here, so it’s completely effortless to put a few mirrors here.

However, when Mo Chen came out this time, he was directly in the surging water flow...

He was very calm about this. After all, the entire island was flooded, so how could he expect his mirror to remain in place? For example, it was originally hung on the wall of the room, but now the houses have been flooded and collapsed.

Mo Chen was drifting with the flow and advancing along the surging torrent, so he soaked in the water, observing the tragic situation around him.

Countless houses collapsed under the impact of torrents, countless billboards, telephone poles and other things became murderous organs in the turbulent flow, fire and black smoke could be seen in all directions, and broken cables kept blooming with deadly blue light in the water...

But there were no voices, no crying, no other messy sounds.

The disaster has been around since now, and the local residents who can escape have long since fled, and those who cannot escape have persisted.

"It's so troublesome... But maybe this will become a turning point for the mysterious side to officially appear and show saints in front of people?"

Mo Chen pulled the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!