Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

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"So," the Decayed King said, "what's the matter with my recent inexplicable affinity with spirit creatures?"

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"I don't know." Edward was also puzzled. He perfunctorily touched the Fulgrim's dog that was sniffing around his feet. The Fulgrim's dog licked the place where it was touched, and then quickly ran back to the mist of history. It was unknown whether it was disgusted or liked it. There were also many strange spiritual creatures curiously surrounding him, seriously hindering his progress.

"I haven't come into contact with any high-sequence items recently, nor have I encountered any sealed items related to the spirit world..."

"Klein? Unlikely. He's only a Sequence 7. Even if he's related, it's probably just because of something behind him."

"Didn't I fail to pry open his soul before?"

"..."

"It's really troublesome." Edward walked around the gathered spiritual creatures. "Beria hasn't made any move. He must be hiding. I don't know what the Belia family will do. I'm looking forward to seeing them attack me."

The Decayed King drew away this thought and scattered it to prevent it from being detected by the demonic sense of Patriarch Belia. Twenty percent of Him (Edward) had his own ideas, but He did not respond and sank back into the bottom of his consciousness. Typist Amon was walking on a branch, holding a rocket launcher model in his hand, dismantling and reshaping it with interest, exploring the structure of this unknown device.

Seeing the decayed king coming back, Amon did not immediately stand up to show respect, but greeted him leisurely. He had already discovered that although this god had the word "king" in his name, he actually did not have many requirements for the attitude of others. He also did not like to communicate with others, and spent most of his time in his own thoughts, quietly waiting for something.

What could the Outer Gods be waiting for? Perhaps an opportunity to take action?
Unknown path, unknown purpose, what will He do next? Amon also found it very interesting, but he didn't say it. He didn't have any sense of belonging to the earth and humans, and he felt alienated from the current world. He had no humanity, no love or hate, only the basic likes and dislikes of life. The original body was like this, and his clone had even less emotions.

If it were in the past, when the ancient sun god was alive, he would have reprimanded him a few times, asking him to pay attention to the vulnerable inhabitants of this planet, but Adam, who was actually his father, remained silent. He had been a captive for more than a hundred years, and had endured too many explorations and studies that a virtual personality should not have endured. Now he has seen through the world and does not fight with the world. The virtual personality still refuses to bow its head, or it is because its settings make it impossible for it to bow its head, but Amon has gained a little privilege with his serious and studious attitude, and as long as he does not play pranks too outrageous, he will not be hurt at all.

If he steps out of line, the Luck Thief's Charm and the magical items of the Thief's Path are his fate.

As expected, the Outer God ignored him and returned to his seat as usual, deep in thought.

Amon thought for a moment, put down the rocket launcher in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked up to the other party very naturally: "Your Majesty."

The outer gods didn't move at all.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Amon adjusted his monocle and asked with a smile, "I want to learn some knowledge from the old days, and the perfect civilization you told me about twenty years ago."

The spirit still didn't react. Amon often suspected that there was no flesh and nerves under the mimicked face, because He didn't even open his mouth when he spoke. Of course, this is the world of deep consciousness, and moving the mouth to speak is basically following one's instinct as a living being. The person opposite is not a living being, so it is understandable that he doesn't have this instinct.

"Imperfection is the root of progress. The only way left for a perfect life is silence or self-destruction."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, this voice appeared in Amon's ears. The decayed king finally looked at him, with little expression on his face. His voice was cold and hard like an inanimate object, and full of arrogance. Amon had long been accustomed to this way of conversation, and was not panicked, but more relaxed: "What can I do for you in exchange for these materials?"

"Information about the God-forsaken Land."

Adam looked up suddenly.

"..." Amon touched his eye sockets. He was not surprised by Adam's reaction at all, but he didn't care. "I am just a Sequence 3 clone. My memory is limited. The detailed information may only be known by the original body."

"Amon." Adam couldn't help but speak.

"Forget it, Adam. You are not my father now. You are not even a paranoid." Amon smiled a little maliciously. He did not even look at the slightly cracked expression on Adam's face. He turned his head and stared at the pupilless eyes of the Outer God. "I will give you everything I know, including the location of the clone in the God-Forsaken Land. You can judge the value by yourself. If there is a premium, I mean if, I want more knowledge of the Old Age."

"Yes." The spirit replied calmly.

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"Is this Bansi?"

When Edward left the long-distance spiritual transmission and landed on the ground, it was already dark. Looking around, the fog was heavy, and the thick clouds covered the moon. The whole city was shrouded in the atmosphere of a horror movie, as if something would jump out of the shadows in the next second. However, it was a little after nine o'clock, and there was no one on the street. Every household had its doors and windows closed, and even the church had only one or two lights on, which seemed to be practicing the rule of "no opening after dark".

"Bansi, formerly known as Binsi Harbor, is this name very interesting? Binsi, Binsi, is it the blood-sucking fairy in the old anecdotes and legends?"

Edward walked forward boldly, through the city center, and bumped into a pedestrian and his head in the square.

The headless zombie bared its teeth and claws for two seconds, and then the blood flowing from the broken neck solidified. The head, with its snake-like spine flying around, stopped in the air and then disintegrated in fear.

Edward looked at the pile of rotten meat, bones and teeth falling to the ground with a crackling sound, and took two steps back in disgust.

"The monsters in Bansi all work two jobs, but their work attitude is not very serious." The headless zombie ran away, and was blown up by a stone thrown by Edward. Seeing that there were no signs and no passers-by around, Edward simply approached a dead tree with yellow leaves on the side of the road, knocked on the trunk, and asked it, "I want to go to the most dangerous place, which way should I go?"

Tree:……

"Oh." Edward got the information he wanted through the mysterious communication, and obtained a keyword "telegraph office".

So He determined the direction and found a path near the square. He walked slowly along the path through the grove and the city, and indeed found a small house with a "Telegraph Office" sign on the door in the corner of the residential area. There is no widespread newspaper industry on the sea, and the mailing industry is not developed. The delivery efficiency is comparable to that of a turtle. The telegraph, which is not used frequently in the northern continent, is the main tool for long-distance communication here.

He narrowed his eyes, flexed his fingers, and knocked on the door of the telegraph office.

A calm female voice came from the telegraph office:
"Hello, are you here to take a telegram?"

"Please come in." Edward accepted it gladly. He grabbed the metal handle of the wooden door with his right hand, turned it down with a slight click, and pushed it forward.

There was a wooden table in the small room, with a typewriter on it, and a telegraph machine and chairs by the wall. Two heads placed on the chairs, facing the wooden door, with bloody spines under their necks, looked over at the sound of the door opening. One was a woman's head, and the other was a man's. They were no different from the head Edward encountered outside, but they had a deeper and more terrifying mysterious aura.

Where is the body? Edward couldn't help wondering.

"Please, send the telegram."

"The Standard Code Book and the Language Dictionary are on the bookshelf. Please read them and confirm the destination address."

The red-haired woman's head spoke slowly like a typewriter.

"Okay, thank you." Edward rubbed his temples, feeling a little spiritual vibration, some high-level influences trying to pollute and erode him, but it was not enough to shake the guards of the decaying king who was watching the outside world in the consciousness space. It seems that their judgment was a little wrong. If it was just a "weather wizard", it would be impossible to influence the angels of the same level. Is there a "conqueror" here? Since the Red Angel Medici and the other two conquerors fell together, the Hunter Sequence One who has never appeared in the open again... Where would it be?
Thinking of this, Edward glanced at the red-haired woman out of the corner of his eye and felt that things seemed even more complicated.

But He had never paid attention to the code. When He played a human, His contact range was generally limited to the surrounding cities, and sending letters was enough. In terms of extraordinary people, messengers were much more useful than telegraphs. Edward sat down in front of the telegraph machine, flipped through the code with interest, and then typed "Starry Sky" in the recipient address column.

The atmosphere in the telegraph office suddenly became solemn.

"gentlemen."

"Please..."

"No, it's a prank."

"Sorry, I'm just trying it." Edward smiled apologetically and deleted the address. He did not seek help from the two staff members, but typed tentatively while comparing the code letters.

"Wither, of, the Lord."

"Decay, King."

"All of life..."

His learning ability was so fast that the two heads, a man and a woman, had not reacted yet, and lines of telegraph code had already been shot out. There was no ceremony or props, but this was a symbolic ceremony for the gods to summon themselves. The heads did not know all this, they only knew that someone was summoning unknown gods in their territory, and there was an evil god coming to challenge! The man's head let out a piercing scream that shook the soul, and gray-white mist spread. The red-haired woman suddenly opened her mouth, and rotten flesh tentacles rushed out of her mouth and pounced on Edward Vaughn who was sitting in front of the telegraph machine.

"…The final journey."

He was not flustered at all, and with a few movements of his fingers, he typed out the line of code. His personality was covered, his divinity was transformed, and he closed his eyes for only a second, but it was as if he had awakened from a long sleep, and he opened a pair of pupil-less blue eyes.

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The decadent king looked at the door of the telegraph office, his hand on the handle, wondering which way to open it in order to "get" there.

Behind him was a dark and decaying room. The short moment seemed to have turned into thousands of years in the telegraph office. Everything was covered with thick dust, and the windows were tightly covered by tiny branches, so that no light could penetrate. The deep darkness seemed to hide terror. Countless vines and roots occupied every corner like a giant spider web, growing out of all the cracks, and the leaves and branches were gray and black before they died.

There was no head, only a few dry bones swallowed by the sand, and the rest of the layout had all turned to rotten dust. There was almost no movement, the house was reduced to ashes, and a tree that seemed to have taken root and grown for decades appeared on the road. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to notice this subtle change, and the surrounding buildings are still silent, no one noticed the changes here.

"..."

The gray mist disappeared at some point. The Decayed King thought for a moment, pushed the door open and left the telegraph office, then stretched out his hand and pulled. The bolt and the wall automatically turned into decaying black ash, and silently, He pulled down the entire wooden door along with the door frame.

Then, He leaned the door against a wall with the house number facing outwards, gripped the handle again, turned it slowly, and pushed the door into the wall to open it.

The door was leaning against the wall. He took a step forward, and his right foot just stepped into the gap between the door and the wall.

At this moment, He saw the gray-white mist again. It did not spread out from the door, but seemed to fill the whole world in an instant. The decadent king felt something in his heart and looked around. He saw that the surrounding buildings were no longer the low-rise houses mixed with single-family houses in Bansi Port. He saw that everything had changed.

He was in an alley, with long bluestone bricks under his feet and black bricks and white tiles on the wall next to him. He looked into the distance and saw a short-sleeved vendor pushing a cart to sell fruit on the street, and the black festering vocal cords that trembled in his throat when he shouted. He saw the dozens of meters high buildings, and the neon lights of traditional Chinese characters were turned on even during the day, with fancy colors and lights; he also saw a woman in a long skirt smiling and welcoming guests at the door, dragging her swaying body made of white bones and broken flesh.

His expression became somewhat strange, and an unprecedented cold and grim look appeared on "Edward's" face.

"What is the "Weather God"..."

"Is it that the City of Disaster is consciously eroding reality?"

TBC
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"Why is the source material talking?" (Frowning) (Beating)

Back to the main storyline.

The eyes of the humanoid shell of the decay simulation have no pupils. After all, pupils are used by animals to sense light. If the world is understood through ultrasound, smell, peripheral senses, optical refraction and mysticism, then pupils are not needed, and naturally this map is not needed.

(End of this chapter)