Chapter 12: prologue 2
New Year Special: Death of the Final Fool
On the flanks of the empty coastal defense line, there are endless pale corpses moving with the tide. The green "Gate to the Underworld" stands on the reef forest piled with corpses. The breath of death is constantly blowing from the door into reality, swallowing the tide of corpses and sticking to it. The thick and illusory river surged between reality and the underworld, submerging the soles of each body and driving them towards the city not far away.
Severed limbs and tentacles with baby faces acted as seaweeds. Their palms stretched toward the sky. The rotting babies looked curiously at the world of the living. They caressed the sides of the boat and bowed down with respect as the boat sailed on. The "ferrymen" on this Styx River flowed unimpeded. They did not pay attention to the distant battlefields of war and war, nor did they pity the dead creatures. They only focused on cleaning up the thin mist clinging to the river water, waiting for the gods to come. Hosted feast.
The representative of the God of Death, the Archon of the Balam Empire wore a cold mask and stared indifferently at the hell he directed. His pale wings slowly flapped, his brown eyes reflected the frozen dusk and peaceful night in the far distance, and his palms Qingluo delivered a sentence to the legion in front of him.
"The Church of the God of War still hasn't moved, and neither has the darkness. They have given up on the west coast."
The jet-black knights firmly stood between the corpse tide and the town, and the spiritual link united their thoughts and spirituality into one. Under the command of the leader containing extraordinary power, the flaming spears were thrown together, dragging slender The tail mercilessly smashed into the pale that filled nearly half of the coast.
Under the powerful and intensive firepower attack, the lowest-level corpses disintegrated into pieces of flesh and blood, with black blood and milky white brains sizzling, ruthlessly evaporated by the "Hunter"'s flames, but more undead souls were there. After a brief wailing, they continue to move forward, or rise into the sky, or speed up. Their dead brains will not allow them the luxury of fear, but will only fulfill the orders of the "Death Archon" more faithfully.
Transparencies dotted with faint greens emerged one after another, almost overwhelming the opposing orange-red and deep black of the skyline, and pressed down towards the knights in large swaths.
The isolated "War Bishop" looked at the young demigod who had just delivered the message to him, and unhurriedly mobilized the legions. One by one, the knights wearing black armor and towering like stone statues changed their bodies, and the illusory wall of flames appeared in the air. Burning in mid-air, it shot out in all directions, like a steel nail, nailing the tentacles of the undead tide.
With the support of the "Red Angel", the leader of the legion belonging to the Red of War took the initiative to attract the attention of the "Death Archon" and raised his chin contemptuously.
"destroy."
The "War Bishop" standing out of thin air was covered by the leader of "War Red" in a very brief moment, and he shouted in a voice that did not belong to him.
The originally relatively peaceful flame wall collapsed suddenly, and the flames exploded with wild laughter. Violent explosions added fuel to the duel between life and death. The solid wall structure collapsed without warning and turned into a huge explosion. The "red tide" that symbolizes destruction seems to use more tyrannical power to extinguish the "tide" in front of us.
"You join my link, block Azik Eggers together, and be ready to lead the legion to evacuate at any time."
Explosions continued wherever the red tide went. The "War Bishop" calmly took in each explosion and touched the cross on his chest. He was not as relaxed as he showed.
"retreat?"
Although the young demigod had doubts, his thoughts were very honest and he let go of the spiritual link.
He couldn't understand, couldn't understand why he wanted to retreat.
If they retreat and only rely on the Seven Gods who are huddled in the Kingdom of God and pretending to be dead, Discoco will turn into a ghost with no survivors in less than a day, and hundreds of thousands of people will become pawns in the next attack of the undead army. , turned into fodder used to nourish the followers of the Death God, and turned into a human shield to resist arrows and thrown stones.
Why?
But soon, the spiritual network of "War Red" answered his doubts. With the help of the "Red Angel"'s vision, he saw an upside-down cross from the Gaobi Mountains smashing the "Gate of the Underworld". He could only Seeing the black-armored giant on his knees walking tiredly through the slow curtain, awakening the depravity and resentment of all living beings, he carried everything alone and crowned himself with the shadow of the world.
"Creator..."
The young demigod instantly understood the reason why this legion was still fearless of death even when its leader was half-dead, and did not avoid the sharp edge of the "Death Archon". While shocked, even the attacks thrown at the zombie tide were blunted a lot. .
More importantly, beside the Creator, there was someone more important to him who nodded back to him, calming his confused heart.
...
"What are you looking at?"
The overlapping murmurs of countless voices from different sources cleared up the dead spirits floating in the sky. Zhou Mingruiruo especially shook his head. His thin figure was as small as gravel next to the black knight who connected the world.
The crazy murmurs could not be heard clearly under the strong wind. A storm containing the power of another god rose from under a cloud, like an axe, splitting apart the "Fool" and the Creator standing side by side.
Clouds of white bones took the place of the sun. Salinger was lying high on the top of the clouds, with a mixture of pale and red fire flashing in his eyes. He was wrapped around a bronze door engraved with countless obscure occult symbols. The stretched wide wings covered the sky, and the snake's tail wrapped in black and green scales hung lazily, inserted into the earth, and released the river flowing deep in the underworld.
"I respect you." Salinger spat out the words with difficulty.
After trying to accommodate the tributaries of the "River of Eternal Darkness" and devouring the body of Atasli Tudor, He could no longer control the "Words of the Dead". This power that should have been used by Him instead kidnapped His sanity. Thoughts, all His expressions will be twisted into hymns of death, offering new sacrifices to the River Styx.
This is also the reason why He chose His eldest son as the vessel to seek a healthy body.
However, the long time and huge anchor point may be able to wash away the influence of the "River of Eternal Darkness" on him. He hopes that he will never need his eldest son - no body is more useful than his original one. .
Under the tattered hood, Salinger's gentle face was no longer visible, only a one-eyed head made of illusory flames, with the characteristics of a snake and a wolf mixed in. Every time he spoke a word, the snake letter would twitch. , in which pale sparks dance.
"The great Creator, the miraculous symbol, the mystery... I respect your thoughts... Give me the dark night..."
"Can you still control yourself?" Zhou Mingrui was not annoyed by Salinger's inability to speak human words and his stammering. Instead, he seemed very calm.
"This is just an inquiry. You can take it as I want to know about my future illness in advance and make some preparations."
This cold joke that only the gods and angels could understand did not impress the coldest true god. The raised one-eyed snake head of Salinger, who was bound in the clouds, shrank, as if in deep thought. After a while, he He slowly flapped his wings and blew away the floating clouds that tightly wrapped him.
Gray-white stone pillars are hidden among the clouds, and chains composed of symbols exist on every scale of Salinger, from the back to the tip of the tail, and then extend along the gray mist into the Styx.
He gently lifted his body and made a series of silent murmurs of steel clashing.
"Need help?" Zhou Mingrui rubbed his temples with a sincere tone.
"Do you need it?" Salinger looked at the two souls in Zhou Mingrui's eyes, his snake-like head opened wide, as if he was mocking, "Fusheng, Xuanhuangtian, Zun, do you need it?"
The never-extinguishing babble laughed at this moment. Zhou Mingrui calmly faced Salinger's provocation. The tentacles under his body fell freely. Only the corners of his clothes were fluttering in the wind, like stone sculptures. He seemed as quiet as if he had lost his mind. soul.
"Okay," He nodded slightly, "I understand what you mean."
Boom!
Sky fire symbolizing destruction poured down from the sky. The Creator in black armor summoned the inverted cross that crushed the "Gate to the Underworld" and turned it upside down. The shadows behind him boiled and split. Countless heads and eyes spewed obscenities, and the cross turned into a long cross. The sword faced the sea of fire.
Various colors of the distant sky flash next to each other, noon and dusk compete, thunder and storm accompany the white tower, the ancient forest dyes the ground green under the gaze of the stars, six completely different divine powers make up for each other's shortcomings, watching with eagerness, like tigers. A group of vultures waiting for the death of a lion.
Zhou Mingrui is floating in the middle of the battlefield. Nothing can approach or harm this "Fool" who exists across four thousand years of history. He seems to be a bubble that does not belong to the world, and has escaped the pursuit of time, the real god of death. He was also completely kicked out of the world and left alone.
A few short seconds were enough for Him to see the near future, enough to spread the aftermath of the deadly battle between the True Creator and the God of Death to the coast of the Sea.
Shadows and death flattened the sea, and the upside-down cross sword cut through the sea of bones and clouds, leaving a gray wound.
Zhou Mingrui looked at the desperate situation where the earth and the ocean were equally divided between the two gods. The other soul in his eyes became more solid, and he slowly extended his hand with him.
...
The brilliance that symbolizes knowledge and antiquity has sealed off the spiritual world. The phantom of Origin Castle, which always resides above the Seven Lights, reflected in history, has crushed the shell of the underworld, allowing the breath of the Seven Lights to penetrate. It is also covered by the gray fog. The wrapped river resonates.
The body of the feathered serpent still retains the temperature of the dying star, and the shadow cuts across the chest, detonating the flesh and blood buried under the scales.
Between the storm and the frenzy, Salinger's eyes were filled with madness and unwillingness. His body sank into the sea, and countless pale and red fireballs flew to all parts of the world as the flesh and blood exploded.
This is above the violent sea. Zhou Mingrui is covering his lower abdomen with one hand and lightly grabbing a mass of red with the other hand. At the same time, the two souls looking out from his eyes are almost overlapping.
At this time, he was not only Zhou Mingrui, but also Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.
Zhou Mingrui knew very well that the resurrection of the previous "Lord of Mysteries" was irreversible. He was quickly mobilizing his thoughts that were stagnant due to sleep, trying to pry the Source Castle, tear his own cognition to pieces, and take away his destiny and authority.
However, it was because Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's recovery was close to the limit that Zhou Mingrui was able to briefly share this vision that transcended most living things in the world. He opened the door without hesitation and expelled the true Creator, throwing away the "conqueror" in his hand.
After doing all this, he took the initiative to tamper with the nearby physical rules. The authority of Origin Castle was running wildly. "Error", "Fooling", and "Gate" temporarily separated the small space where he was from the universe, and he was ready to advance. Ushering in heat death.
But this huge project, even the incomplete "Lord of Mysteries", will take time.
Zhou Mingrui's inspiration, which had been torn apart by Tianzun, suddenly trembled. His movements were extremely slow, and before his head was raised, the great sword of dawn, symbolizing decline, cut off his fragile neck as easily as a guillotine.
The darkness that swallowed everything and the thunder that destroyed everything came at the same time. The loving mother opened her arms, dragged the headless body of "The Fool", and sucked out the life force in it instantly.
A huge scaleless dragon stands on the white tower, with countless brass one-eyes floating around it. The huge flow of information has banned the rules compiled by the "Lord of Mysteries". Each error and loophole has been repaired, and the world has been distorted by fooling. Reality returns to its original state. As for the space torn apart by the "door", it gradually loses its outline under the radiance of the sun. The symbols of purity deny the effectiveness of their reasonable existence. The dazzling sunlight breaks through the clouds, leaving the last bit left behind. The gray fog in the world rushed back to the spiritual world.
The six gods have never been so united. Even when they surrounded and killed another Half-Old One last time, they did not trust each other so much.
Zhou Mingrui's head was carried by the breeze and flew to a huge palm covered with black hair. Amanisis looked at the fellow countryman with a fixed smile on his face, and without hesitation raised the black gauze on his body and put "The Fool" "The body was dragged into the secret.
The storm cast its gaze, located on the top of Honakis Mountain, UU Reading wwwｗ. uukanshu.net In the secret kingdom that once belonged to the "God of Mystery", as soon as the dead body of "The Fool" landed on the ground, the weirdness replaced the normal.
The secret couple that had been abandoned for many years got up again, and the worms that turned into festers hugged each other, stretching out tentacles condensed with horrific pollution.
The thread of the spirit body that cannot be seen by ordinary people crossed the hidden loophole and flew to the top of the mountain at an astonishing speed. At the same time, the thoughts of all the living creatures in Lun were stagnant, and their souls left their bodies.
Boom!
The hanging silver-white thorns circled the mountain peak, and the densely falling thunder broke over and over again the threads of the spirits attracted by the corpse of "The Fool". The Lord of the Storm himself did it all, but he did not dare to touch the source. "The Fool".
His thoughts were tense to the limit, his eyes were fixed on the corpse, and he did not dare to look away for a second.
But as he thought, the god in charge of miracles has not returned from history. Instead, the "goddess of the night" Amanissis completed the blockade first.
The goddess in black veil gently pushed aside the "tyrant's" spear, and her soft voice soothed the anger.
"He won't wake up again."
The Storm Lord looked around at the seals he and Black Night had jointly set up, and saw that the thunderstorm was still continuing.
"Also contaminated by the source, Bethel Abraham was able to deliver news to the outside world..."
"If someone is still driving Source Castle, my secret will still be found, and it will never be possible to seal his body." The goddess of the night looked down at the body that had collapsed into a monster, and no one could see clearly his expression behind the veil. .
"I don't believe He's dead."
"Of course He is not dead," the dark night blocked the stubbornness of the storm, and the figure disappeared, "He just doesn't know how to do something."
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1 some small talk
Is Mystery II soon to be released as a book? Fortunately, my book doesn't have any parts that go too far beyond the original work. The second setting is also based on parts that are rarely mentioned in the original work. I'm not afraid of backstabbing. If there are any differences, it's a parallel world. .
Actually, I mainly want to talk about Roselle. As for this character, before The Mystery ended, Emperor Roselle had always been a comedian. She was placed in the Homecoming group. In addition to "the taste of the witch is really good", she also Consider it positive.
But I don't know since when, everyone began to criticize Russell and hate his attempt to escape the starry sky and take the people he values to escape the end of the world.
In fact, in my opinion, this behavior is similar to Zhang Beihai's behavior. Both of them are fully aware that there is no possibility that the earth will survive the crisis. Perhaps book friends will say, didn't Luo Ji succeed in deterrence?
But judging from the final outcome, Zhang Beihai's continuation of the starship Earth has become the real fire of human civilization. From the perspective of God, we know that the outer gods are almost invincible, and it is impossible to let a true god leave the earth, but in Luo From Seer's perspective, this is still an opportunity to fight. Under the despair of betrayal and separation, being contaminated and unconscious, and his self-awareness gradually disappearing, it is not incomprehensible for him to make such a judgment.
It is true that Roselle was the starting point for the Industrial Revolution and the Colonial Era, which allowed evil gods to run rampant and tragedies to occur in later generations, but He was not the culprit. All of this was Adam's script. Roselle just happened to appear in that era and happened to give Adam helped and was used.
He is a very tragic character. From the beginning of his game life when he knew nothing about it, Roselle, like Xiao Ke, lived on the chessboard track arranged by the gods. Unlike Xiao Ke, he had no source. Bao, who was not supported by the potential to become the Lord of Mysteries, was tragic from the beginning.
Of course, it can also be said that he enjoyed everything he should enjoy, which is indeed irrefutable.
Roselle started the colonial era and brought the results of the Industrial Revolution to the world. These are the only way for the overall development of the world. I think there is no need to regard this as a black spot. If you look at it from this perspective, Azik is the third The death archon of the Fourth Age had no less blood in his hands than Roselle, and even brought more intuitive trauma. There are many characters in the original work and even in the fandom that everyone likes. They are not White Lotus. Even Xiao Ke, Although some of his actions in the war between Loen and Feysac were not mentioned, they actually caused trauma to the civilians of Feysac. But is this wrong?
Huang Tao and Zhou Mingrui are essentially different people, but they both miss their hometown. After he traveled through time, Roselle's complexity lies in the fact that he treated the real world as a sandbox game in the early stage. In the middle stage, he had a sense of belonging with his daughter and began to question What he did when he was young, he fell into madness and pollution in his old age and was unable to extricate himself. He made the wrong choice - letting the shortcomings of the industrial revolution and colonization pave the way for him to become a god in one fell swoop.
Homesickness is the poison that paralyzes him from being away from home, and it is also the root of all tragedies.
His biggest fault was that he forgot his powerlessness and grief when he was used as a chess piece, and chose to take the position of a chess player and pass on the pain to innocent people. But to be honest, UU Reading www. uukanshu．If net puts most people in any position, it's hard to say they will do better than him.
The word "god" is fictitious, but in our country many gods themselves are ancestors and martyrs who have ascended into the temple. From our culture, people who are deified often have greater pursuits when they are ordinary. Perhaps criticizing Roselle, It's also because he didn't give readers such a feeling. He was too selfish, too stubborn, and limited to his own world, which coincided with everyone's views on the Seven Gods - never mind the flood after his death.
Roselle is often criticized together with the Seven Gods. I also hate some of the practices of the Seven Gods. However, the actions of the Seven Gods did play a quite positive role in the Fifth Age. On the contrary, they are the original works. As the evil god, Zhenzao has been planning terrorist attacks, and Adam is secretly guiding the world's trends and starting a war.
As the two sides of humanity and divinity created by Bai, when we look at the problem, we cannot separate them from the glorious and majestic Creator, just like we cannot write off the achievements of the Seven Gods. If the Seven Gods are really worthless, then why don't Xiao Ke hate them? Are the Seven Gods going to confront Zhenzao and Adam at every turn?
This is a very intuitive question. After the fall of Bai Zao, in the fifth era where Xiao Ke lived, the Seven Gods were undoubtedly the biggest protective umbrella for mankind. They guarded the borders of the star realm and used the kingdom of gods to fill the gaps in the barrier. There is no doubt about this.
Everything is complicated and not black and white. Even when evaluating historical figures, it is more about judging one's deeds without caring about one's heart. There are no saints when it comes to heart. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted and you want to slander and hate a person, There are all reasons, including liking and admiration.
In general, when reading novels, it doesn't need to be so serious. It's just for everyone's entertainment. There are more collisions of ideas. Different opinions are a good thing. We are all secretive book fans, and there are not so many rules.
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This is a memory from long ago.
This is a forgotten story.
When people are forced to the point of desperation, don't forget that there is another way behind you, that is to escape, end your life, and fall into a long sleep forever, silently, without sorrow or joy.
Remember, there is no shame in this.
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The door of silence opens here, and the dazzling starlight comes to reality along with the coldness of the starry sky and the hot and contradictory temperature. In the sky where the storm hovers, all the stars lose their color in front of the most magnificent gems on the earth, and no matter how fierce the thunder is, they can't hit it. Through the longing of human beings for the starry sky buried deep in their souls, Bethel Abraham, whose whole body was exuding crimson moonlight, stared at the two gods at the top of the star world who were facing powerful enemies. His rippling blue eyes were completely taken away by the breath of the sky and lost. The right to express emotions such as fear and excitement.
Behind Him, ten thousand stars that are about to enter the spiral of death and rebirth are arranged in order under the mother's call, waiting for the call to step into reality. The complex and inaccessible space is like a child's plaything in the hands of the "Star Key". Being manipulated by a pair of invisible hands, the lightning's landing point can be determined with ease.
The attack of matter cannot touch the children of the star, and the mysterious call can only be kept away by the huge heat of the star.
Absolute matter corresponds to absolute mystery. The stars that serve as small galaxies in the universe are flattened and regularized. The powerful cohesion generated by the inestimable mass repels the spirits summoned by the Lord of the Night. The cheers caused them to switch sides before the battle, peeling off the "Night Goddess" and blending into abstract symbols, becoming the anchor point for Bethel Abraham to summon the projection of the spiritual world into reality.
It seems that at the moment, there is no way to check and balance this quasi-true god who is about to touch the top of the sequence and move towards complete authority.
"Tyrant" and "Night", who moved to the gap between the star realm and reality, looked at each other and changed their strategies. The thunder spear and the black scythe drew two strips of light in the sky with completely different auras.
"What a nostalgic sight." Bethel Abraham closed his eyes in mid-air and looked down at the land beneath his feet that was beyond recognition due to the war between God and God.
The divine powers of distortion and order are still competing with each other, but death and destruction have taken the lead to wash away all the creatures that have not yet had time to escape. They use their souls to pour weapons, and the inverted spiers holding up the clouds of skulls and the pillars of flames piercing the clouds face each other in the sky. On the line, the four gods' irregular battles colored every inch of land visible to the naked eye with a doomsday scene.
"Dark Night" and "Storm" wandering near the Silent Door looked at each other, "Tyrant" lowered his spear, and Ning Ping's easy-going voice came out from under the veil of "Dark Night".
"That's not something to admire."
"Isn't it worth it?" Bethel, who was relaxed all over, said in surprise, "The warm sunshine, not mixed with the bloody wind, the lullaby composed by children, the elderly, and many people in their ordinary lives, is in the Loneliness and loneliness are the norm in the starry sky, and I often travel for more than ten years before I can see a planet with signs of life."
The silvery white in the air began to rub against each other again, and the "Tyrant" glared angrily and raised his arms, the expression on his face seemed to urge "The Night" to take action quickly.
To Him, the lamentations of Bethel Abraham were simply the ravings of a madman.
No matter what sunshine and breeze, there is only the disgusting burnt smell of bones and flesh that have been evaporated on the earth.
"Dark Night" put down the giant scythe, signaling to "Tyrant" to calm down.
The veil in front of Him became lighter, and his long-lasting tone became more curious.
"As far as I know, the promotion ceremony of the 'Planeswalker' requires leaving legends on different planets. You should have experienced the cultures on different planets."
"Yes," Bethel admitted briskly, "They are very interesting. Although some of their looks are more bizarre than many extraordinary creatures, and many are no different from beasts, they possess considerable philosophical thinking and artistic creation. I collect them I bought a lot of works from other races in the starry sky, especially those who like to paint with minerals, and the children in the family also like the gifts from that trip."
He seemed to have really seen the past surrounded by family members, asking about all kinds of strange questions in the starry sky travel, and even the cutting and reorganization of the space around him had slowed down a lot.
"Dark Night" noticed that after the silent door opened by the "Star Key", the colors of stars and crimson became much lighter, and the conceptual mass returned to pure star weight. The black scythe in his hand moved towards the weak point of the space defense line. , continued:
"I'm curious, why did you come back after seeing so many planets? Is it a hint from an alien god?"
"You have the ability to escape. A recovery carrier who is far away from the source of matter will not be wary of external gods."
Listening to Dark Night's doubts, the brisk curve of Bethel's mouth gradually became darker.
He thought hard for a while, and his closed eyes suddenly seemed to open.
"I have no idea."
"But I have thought about this issue. They are creatures on other planets. Although I appreciate their civilizations and creations that are different from those on Earth, I am sorry that I have never been able to distinguish those creatures that look completely different from the ones I have always remembered. They worship me because of my abilities, they shape statues and build temples for me, but they never regard me as one of them. I am just a traveler in the vast universe, passing by and leaving behind The local residents were only witnesses of this process, and prayed for some miracles. Although they also provided me with anchor points, the relationship between us is far more alienated than the gods and humans on earth. "
Bethel's eyes trembled slightly, and the inner struggle was visible to the naked eye.
"I forgot that for a long time, my mother had been calling me, making me forget everything that didn't matter. During those days, I relied on the anchor point in the starry sky to hold on to my consciousness until... ..Until, until I obeyed my mother's orders and returned to Earth, and the Abraham family reconnected with my spirit, I, I didn't remember the city-state where I was born..."
"...I want to go back, but it's in the Eastern Continent..."
The spiritual conflict of "Mr. Door" has reached its peak. "Dark Night" stared at the precarious space barrier, and almost at the same time as "Tyrant" chopped down the weapon that embodied the projection of his own authority. The end of eternity and the ultimate form of matter were easily cut through. He walked through the folded and reconstructed space, passed through the silent door, and with the huge sound of the star collapsing behind the door, Bethel Abraham, who was wearing asymmetrical attire, was torn in half.
The dazzling blue flashed crazily, and several pitiful "star bugs" fell into the sky in front of the mountain-like body of the god. Bethel, who had dozens of afterimage clones destroyed in succession, reappeared together with "Night" and "Tyrant" "The far away end suddenly woke up.
His eyes quickly flashed with joy of surviving the disaster, doubts about the current situation, and unbelievable fear after checking his own condition.
The wasted memories came flooding in, and the brain that had been transformed into a part of the mythical creature easily processed the huge amount of information. In just a few seconds, Bethel roughly understood the current situation while roaming back and forth.
Solomon...is this the second time he has fallen?
The fallen figure of the "Black Emperor" on the horizon brought endless haze to the mountains, and the chaotic order grew crazily. The only "Night Emperor" who could quickly stop the disaster was being killed by the "Blood Emperor" Tudor Aris The tower pressed forward step by step, relying solely on the support of the "God of Death" to avoid following in Solomon's footsteps.
Bethel could not imagine how many years had passed since he became conscious, and how powerful the pollution from the "Fallen Mother Goddess" had become.
His last consciousness was when he returned to the earth, and the crimson ocean covering the moon surface rose with waves...
But just now the "Fallen Mother Goddess" almost controlled me to open a loophole in the barrier. Why did I suddenly wake up again?
He almost instantly suspected the previous "Lord of Mysteries" who had been sleeping within his own extraordinary characteristics, but there was nothing wrong with his body, which clearly told him that there was no third one awakening in the body, and the "Fallen Mother Goddess" was polluted. The conceived personality is simply suppressed.
This is a miracle.
Suddenly, Bethel gave up hiding, and his body was exposed to the attack range of the two gods. He desperately looked higher, as if to penetrate the barrier of reality and look directly at the palace at the top of the spiritual world.
But the next moment, the space around him suddenly distorted, and it was grafted with an innocent passing spiritual creature. Bethel, who suddenly appeared in the distance, watched the spiritual creature being annihilated by thunder, and the wreckage fell into darkness.
"Allow me to congratulate you on regaining your body. Although this time limit may only be two minutes or even shorter, I think this is still a moment worth remembering for you."
"What do you need me to do?" Bethel flashed quickly, frowning.
"If you don't die, at least not now," said the voice coming from the depths of the spiritual world. "Your body is now like the flesh and blood bomb of the 'Secret Prayer'. The concentrated pollution is enough to pull an entire continent away from you." Buried with him."
"The first blasphemous tablet is still in the King's Court of Giants. Now no one has the means to neutralize the pollution."
"Seal, 'Night' and 'Tyrant' may be able to seal me together." Bethel calmly accepted the reality, and then quickly came up with a plan for himself.
"But I'm afraid the 'tyrant' doesn't want to keep me alive. He looks like he wants to take apart my worms and skewer them on skewers."
The famous Duke Abraham is not as old-fashioned as his face. On the contrary, he is surprisingly humorous in some places, such as now.
"The Dark Night will probably listen to me, but if I fall into His hands, can you still get the Door?"
"You can't give Amon a poisonous little gift and then eat your nephew's body while crying, right?"
The voice deep in the spiritual world was silent for a second, as if thinking whether this was Bethel's sincere thoughts or simply a vent after regaining freedom.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me..." Bethel repeated the words in her ears, sighing in relief, "If this is what fate has given me, I have nothing to say."
But in the end, this proud man who has been chasing the end of the starry sky all his life also acted willfully at the end of freedom.
"Leodro!"
The "Star Key" was no longer hiding, but stood in the middle of the storm, watching the darkness and thunder pressing down.
The dark clouds at high places condensed rapidly, with eyebrows and mouths growing out. The angry face of the "tyrant" glared down at Bethel. Unusually, he did not impose divine punishment on the unbelievers who directly called God's name, but tightened the contraction of the storm. wall.
"You may not remember," Bethel saw that the "tyrant" was attracted to her, opened her arms completely, and shouted to the sky, "before the Creator defeated all the ancient gods, you once passed by me with Him hometown, a city-state that originally belonged to the Phoenix."
"At that time, you were still a brave and capable 'Wind Angel'. Although I don't want to admit it, many of the people I grew up with admired you because you were the only one who could break the wings of the Phoenix in the sky."
The smile on Bethel's face became more ferocious, looking directly at the dazzling silver, and issued the final question.
"The barrier on the Eastern Continent appeared a month after you killed the Creator and usurped the throne of God. Before that, I tried to return to the nameless town, but only found a pit. Guess who did it? have to?"
No one answered.
A thick piece of silver fell out of the air, illuminating the inside of the storm wall. The fragile "Star Key" was instantly severely injured and could no longer scream. The harsh sound of hissing was swallowed up by the darkness of the entity, along with the entire The storm was thrown into the outer layer of the Earth's atmosphere and embedded in the barrier.
At this moment, Bethel Abraham's smile could no longer be maintained. The rich, almost black scarlet color came out dazzlingly, and madness locked his reason in the cage again.
The "traveler" lost his freedom forever.
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In the cold and silent outer space, the eternal storm is stilled by darkness, roaring endlessly, and charged particles exceeding the speed of light continue to pass through the surface of the storm. Secret concepts fill the core, from both the physical and illusory perspectives. Locking the possibility of things inside escaping.
"Mr. Door" Bethel Abraham is floating in this. This has been His prison for thousands of years. The bloody crimson stains His empty eyes, and pairs of red eyes are constantly tearing His skin. UU Reading www. uukanshu.net reveals the dazzling starlight inside. These once dazzling stars are now like aging stars that only appear in the distant sky. They have lost their due brilliance and color, and instead made crimson the most eye-catching color.
How long has it been now? How is it outside?
Bethel, caught in the storm, often thought this way.
He is not worried about his descendants. After all, the "Fallen Mother Goddess", the owner of the crimson moonlight in the body, often speaks to the descendants of Abraham in his name.
It's just that the "Fallen Mother Goddess", as a natural old person and the most authoritative person of life authority in the universe, does not seem to understand the fragility of ordinary life, the majority of which constitutes the vitality of the universe, and the exaggerated status contained in the distorted distress signal. , usually only kills the fragile "apprentice" he wants to take advantage of, leaving a pool of plasma behind.
So what is Bethel worried about?
To be honest, after so many years, it is hard for him to tell how much thinking power he still has. Even if he does not lose control and collapse now, he must thank the "Fallen Mother Goddess" for promoting a negative personality similar to himself in his body. , incidentally protecting Bethel's personality from disappearing.
After all, what the Outer God needs is a normal "door" that can serve him and can perfectly open the barrier, not a bunch of high-speed crawling insects.
Perhaps Bethel himself couldn't tell what he was worried about.
In the silence, Bethel slowly opened his eyes.
Today is not a full moon, so there is no need to shout to the earth, so it is much easier than usual.
In his confusion, he seemed to see that the person who asked him to take the initiative to walk into the cage also accepted death.
The "Fool" went to the "world", and his miserable journey continues.
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