Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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The Decayed King opened one eye, dragged the countless roots that made up his entire body and moved about a light year away, slowly hovering on the extinguished, cold sun. This was the most comfortable position for him in this galaxy. The demise of a star would inevitably drag the entire galaxy into death, but one planet was still struggling.
This was the fourth time that the "self" on Earth had contacted the main body in two hundred years. The frequency was a little high, but I could understand His feelings. The second contact gave the coordinates of the location at that time, and it was expected to welcome a visitor of the true god level - but the "Black Emperor" did not come, and the "self" was stood up, and the stream of light rushed to the moon. So there was a third contact, the main body and the container exchanged consciousness, and the "self" on Earth approached the "Black Emperor" and had a brief and cordial conversation with Him in the starry sky. When the consciousness was exchanged again, I felt the "happy" emotion that remained in the thinking organ.
Joy, pity, schadenfreude.
Sadness, sympathy, and immense love.
Abandoning human nature does not mean losing the sense of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but the dormant body has not felt such happy emotions for a long time.
This joy was magnified to the extreme when he witnessed the fall of the Black Emperor. The joy of participating in and watching the death of the True God was second only to personally bringing about the decline of a planet. The ecstasy that could not be contained in the small container thousands of miles away was conveyed to the original body in the starry sky, and the stars at the fingertips trembled because of it.
I really want to find the place where He was resurrected, take the remains of the "Black Emperor" out of the mausoleum, hold this shadow of order solemnly in my palm, admire His pain caused by humanity, admire His madness caused by pollution, and continue to admire it forever. But the sky of the earth is covered by the curtain of night, and even the eyes of the outer gods that can see through latitudes cannot accurately find the last tomb under the layers of hidden obstacles.
The Fallen Mother Goddess faced each other from afar on the moon, and the eyes of the two Outer Gods turned at the slightest touch. Neither the incomplete Pillar nor the Old One who had lost half of its Essence had any intention of causing trouble, and they quietly waited for that day to come.
The decadent king caressed the planet in his palm, and the creatures living on it, who were unable to live or die, wailed and praised his name.
The other hands each held a pale and dead planet or a flower of the same color as the eyes, but the 300th hand was empty, and something should be put in it. Because when "I" first contacted the main body, I said that there was a female human cub on Earth who made a bet with me by fortune-telling the sky. So I drew lots and decided to crush the planet in the 300th hand, letting the debris of this asteroid pass through the atmosphere and pass by the earth, becoming the most magnificent meteor shower that night, causing astronomers to collectively worry.
The eye in the palm of the 435th hand opened, and the blue pupil symbolizing destruction led the hand to turn towards the earth. The southern continent was of suitable size and could be put in a bottle. The northern continent would have to be broken into pieces and loaded separately if it was to be carried, but the best way was to hold the entire earth in the hand, just like the souvenirs taken away during previous travels.
The fourth connection is a brief exchange that occurs within the mind.
"Myself" said: "I have already explored all the places on Earth that I can go. The mysterious Western Continent is sealed by the Lord of Mysteries. I haven't found my source essence yet. Maybe I need to go to the "Forsaken Land of Gods". "
The decadent king replied, "Okay."
"Myself" said again: "I can't go to the God-forsaken Land without any reason. After all, it is the Kingdom of the True Creator. Do I have any solution?"
The decadent king thought for a second, and a torrent of information and knowledge rolled through his mind and was conveyed to "himself" in an instant.
The first method is to sneak in, but sneaking into the kingdom of another god will obviously cause conflicts between the gods, and "I" have not given up the idea of the current identity. The second method is to create a disaster, to create a disaster in the land abandoned by the gods. The "real creator" will send people to check the situation, but He has his own angels and may not send "I". The third method is to wait and see, and find an opportunity to enter naturally, but this will probably take a long time to wait, and perhaps there will be a chance only when the war between gods begins.
"Then, let's wait and see what happens." The consciousness on Earth replied, "First, help Him complete the ceremony of descending to the earth."
47
Lanevus quietly pushed open the door and entered the room. The person sitting by the window looked over silently, and he was startled.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked him. "Good morning, fraudster. It's not time for you to leave yet."
"...Sir...Sir."
As if an electric current rolled through his body, the swindler lowered his head in panic, his fingers scratching his arms uncontrollably. As long as he was stared at by those eyes, he would involuntarily recall everything he had suffered in the warning dream, and his whole body was aching. "I didn't, I didn't want to escape! You have been in a meditative state for two days, I just went out to find out the movements of the Night Watchers! Absolutely not--"
"I believe you are a man of the times."
I adjusted the time difference and remembered that the last time I went out was when I bought a newspaper that reported the death of the pirate. I put down the book I had been reading for dozens of hours and answered calmly, "Don't be nervous. Why should you be nervous? You have successfully completed the preparations for God's descent and obtained His reward and flesh and blood. Once you succeed, you will be a person favored by God. Or are you still afraid of something that makes no sense?"
“Yes… yes.” Lanevus stammered, “I am just his follower, an insignificant human being. How can I act as—act as—”
"As long as he can successfully descend, he probably won't care about such boring things." I said, "Show your value. Since you can't escape, do your own thing and then pray for God's favor."
With no other choice, the Deceiver took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mood, and began to report: "...I left many clues and loopholes when I tried to escape from Tingen. Those traces misled the Punisher and the Mechanical Heart, making them think that I had escaped. The Nighthawk found the letter from my residence, but probably didn't realize what the 'bomb' was. Please forgive my stupidity and ignorance at the time."
I nodded: "Go on."
"The Night Watcher is investigating Mrs. Sharon's case. You may not know about this matter. Anyway, the current clues point to the struggle between the Beyonder gangs. The Night Watcher can't find out anything. The police have published a newspaper, classifying the incident as a vicious murder case." Yes, when contacting the "main body", I did feel a hint of prying eyes, which seemed to be a high-level divination, but it was so weak that the connection was disconnected before I could trace it back. Because at this time, my state will just be at a special node with the status of the Old Days. The fearless fortuneteller will lose his life in an instant and will not be able to see anything before he dies.
Lanevus finished his report, which was basically in line with the situation. I looked out the window. There were two buildings and two streets between here and the Nighthawks' base, the Blackthorn Security Company. I could still see everything that happened there through the eyes and ears of Nightmare. I sorted out the extra information in my mind. The following events occurred in the Nighthawks' base within 48 hours:
1. Nightmare’s special application received a response from the Holy Temple. Someone will come to inspect him soon. He will be promoted to Sequence 6 soon.
2. Within the small building, words related to "Daily" and "Ms. Daly" were mentioned twelve times, two of which came from Nightmare himself. The verbs that appeared most frequently before and after were "confession", "invite", and "meet".
3. I went out to investigate the witch's case twice, but found nothing. I also helped the Punisher find Lanevus's trace, but still found nothing.
4. 0-08 and its author's fabrication of reality made the Nighthawks aware of the existence of "coincidence" and consciously resisted it.
5. The witch's death was characterized as some kind of ritual to please the devil.
……
While drinking tea, I pondered the sentence "ritual to please the devil" in my mind for half a second. In a sense, this is very correct. The author used the witch as a blood sacrifice, begging me to leave his hiding place and leave the city, but I refused and punished him. All I left at the crime scene were traces of the fight between extraordinary powers. It may be a bit bloody, but there are too many ways and people who like blood. The fights between extraordinary people and the struggles between secret organizations are understandable, but how is the "devil's ritual" associated with it?
Did the high-level divination fail? Or did someone realize that this was the feeding of a "demon" of a mid-to-high sequence? The latter possibility was greater... I looked over slowly, and Nightmare, who was talking to the team members, just glanced over everyone's face, the Midnight Poet, the Clown, the Corpse Collector, the Secret Peeper... Everyone had more or less traces of their fate being distorted by the Midnight Poet and the Clown. They should be the two people who always escape danger as written in the notes. Among them, the one who was clearly marked as "having a secret" was the Midnight Poet.
Can you pay a little attention to it... or just kill it?
Following the perspective of Nightmare, I saw two young men who had survived a catastrophe walk down the stairs side by side. The door of the front desk was knocked, and it was pushed open, and a tall blond woman walked in. She was wearing a lotus leaf hat, a long skirt, and had green eyes, and her belly was bulging, as if she was more than seven months pregnant.
Nightmare couldn't see it, and neither could the Midnight Poet or the Clown. The almost tangible resentment and despair gathered around the woman, especially her abdomen, which expanded and contracted like a gray cloud with the breathing of the fetus in her belly, and had not yet been completely absorbed. The child saw me, opened his eyes, and giggled in the direction of Nightmare. The mother, who had not yet lost consciousness, turned her head in confusion under the influence of the child and nodded to Nightmare, who instantly tensed up.
I blinked back at Him. The author was even more impatient than I thought. How on earth did he survive until now?
"Good afternoon, ally's child," I said. "Of course, you will soon be an ally yourself."
Then I turned my head. The fraudster thought I was talking to the air and looked out the window from time to time: "You can go now."
Lanevus was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up as if he had been pardoned, picked up his suitcase and rushed out the door, so fast that it seemed as if he was afraid that I would regret it on the spot. I watched his back disappear into the street, then looked in the direction of the Blackthorn Security Company again, and leisurely picked up the teacup and tray again.
"Don't forget our deal," I said.
48
In the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.
Leonard had gotten rid of his stiff state, and his expression was no longer strange as he talked about the newly discovered house that Lanevus had rented.
"Really? He never told me..." Megose frowned slightly and gave a fairly normal answer. After that, she grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and threw it into the trash can next to her. Over and over again, her face was slightly distorted.
Leonard was stunned for a moment, swallowed hard, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. When Megose scratched his face and pulled off a long strip of bloody flesh, revealing his white teeth, he couldn't help but listen carefully, and then his face turned pale.
He forced a smile and said to Megose, who kept scratching her face and tearing off flesh, "I'm going to the bathroom."
In the partition behind the corridor, Dunn watched Leonard talking to Klein and nervously preparing for battle. He was suddenly in a trance for a moment, and his empty hand subconsciously reached for the gun bag on his waist, thinking that he should eliminate the two companions who were blocking the God's descent according to the agreement. But the next second he returned to normal, patted his clothes naturally, and joined the strategic arrangement.
Dunn Smith pulled his collar and spoke firmly: "I will take Saint Selina's ashes out first. You will wait ten seconds. Remember, count silently before coming out to fight. By then, no matter how good or bad my condition is, you must not waste time. Target Megose and the baby in her belly and launch your most powerful attack."
After saying that, he turned around, holding the urn, and walked tall towards the reception hall, where he met the descendants of the evil god who were waiting.
TBC
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*It’s time for the battle chapter again, and the author is taking a break.
The first contact in two hundred years: Bernadette, who had just become a Sequence 5 astrologer, made a bet with Edward on whether there would be a meteor shower on a certain day of a certain month.
Edward: Indeed, there isn't, but there could be. Do you want to see it?
*There is no long-term planning, no terrifying Hanged Man, He is just idle (……) In peacetime, he made bets with the little girl, threw away his collection, and even had snowball fights with Gustav's family in winter. Then everyone conspired to make Roselle into a snowman, which was praised by Matilda. After Roselle climbed out, he performed a friendly fight between reliable adults (mythical creatures) for the children. (……
(End of this chapter)