Chapter 68 "My name is Huang Tao!"
Chapter 68 "My name is Huang Tao!"
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"What has the Spiritual Cult been up to lately?"
Richard put down the report in his hand, sat on the wooden boxes of supplies piled in the small square, and asked the stern-faced man sitting next to him.
"Her Majesty is preparing a raid, the goal is to retake the town closest to the capital." The person in charge of Sequence 5 of the Death Path, Garland De, replied expressionlessly, "Her Majesty hopes to purchase a large number of guns, weapons and ammunition. If you have magical items or bulletproof vests, feel free to come and negotiate the price. Everything is negotiable."
"Does He want to buy in large quantities? It seems that Xia Eggers is doing well recently..."
Richard thought about his inventory and the current situation. But since it is very close to the capital of Balam, it should have a certain strategic position, right? I remember that the teacher said that directly attacking armed towns is not a good choice. The correct way should be to unite the surrounding towns and small cities first, so as to obtain cover and supplies, and achieve the purpose of isolating armed cities... Alas, the "Pale Queen" is still unwilling to learn new strategies and still chooses the simplest and crudest attack. The strong are often confident in their strength.
But even if he could take it down, it would cost a lot in the process of attacking and defending the city. However, with the influence of his Eggers family on Balram, the surrounding towns would most likely support him spontaneously.
Even if Balam is in trouble, he still has the Pale Queen. The Spirit Cult still has the right to speak. It is a well-known underground force in the Northern Continent. More than ten years ago, it was the Church of the God of Death. On the other hand, the Highland Kingdom, which was directly destroyed in the offensive of the Northern Continent countries, is really much better. The former Church of the Bound God is now just a secret organization and is content with the status quo. Most of the Highland Kingdom's resistance forces have no choice but to cooperate with Suea's indulgence faction. Now they are still working hard to restore their homeland... I am really useless, and my influence is too poor.
"Chief, that person would rather you call her Her Majesty the Queen." Garland's voice was cold and hard, "But it is your freedom."
"I have no good feelings towards any royal family, and I am not a Balam citizen, nor a Beyonder of the Path of the God of Death. He knows that too."
"Also, don't be so serious. You don't have to call Him His Majesty. You've already changed jobs, and Xia Eggers won't mind such a small problem. This is just an extreme deterrent from the lower levels by the high-sequence of your path." Richard didn't care and smiled. "I remember Trena wrote to me a few days ago, saying that he had successfully developed a new type of firearm. If Xia Eggers is not in a hurry, let Him wait for a while. There might be some surprises."
"...The Saint?"
"Yes, he also said that there is a possibility that a person will escape to the sea and be held hostage by the followers of the Primitive Moon during this period of time. He might ask you for help. If he asks for help, you can save him, forge his identity and settle him down. Haha, he might be our first "craftsman"!"
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The gloomy underground church is being renovated recently, and believers who can serve as painters and sculptors have been enthusiastically decorating the church, including but not limited to extracting fragments of the Creator's divine power from the scriptures, copying precious maxims and precepts, painting magnificent murals, and carving statues and wall carvings for people to worship.
In addition, several glass panels were added to the underground church, and a skylight was opened, so that the sunlight before 12 o'clock could be projected through the skylight and accurately shine on the golden and crystal halo behind the head of the Creator on the mural in front. The investment in art was increased, and the glory of the ancient sun god was slowly painted in the dark underground church.
The Dark Saint came over from time to time to check on the progress of the work, and spent a long time sighing at the murals and the giant cross that was still being carved.
If only His Excellency the Black Saint could see all this... he thought silently. Unlike himself who became a saint hundreds of years ago, the Black Saint Leomaster once lived in the legendary heaven, bathed in the glory of the only creator, the ancient sun god. He also witnessed the betrayal of the gods, the sun's light being swallowed by shadows, and even because of too much fragmentation, his schizophrenia symptoms became more serious.
Leomaster is probably drifting on the route to the sanctuary at this moment. If he could see the sun's light fall on the earth again, perhaps his schizophrenia could be cured.
The Lord's oracle requires us to move forward as quickly as possible. It seems that the Lord also wants to return to heaven as soon as possible and become the sun to guide us again.
The Dark Saint did not stay for long. After confirming that the work progress was completed in excess every day, he left with satisfaction. As soon as he left, Mr. A walked into the church in the fortification with various tools and several buckets of high-quality paint. He put down the paint and saw an additional commission application on the notice board in the fenced prayer area.
Mr. A controlled himself from looking at the top contribution rankings. He was so angry when he saw Mr. Z at the top and himself who had to be inferior to him just by a little difference. However, Z has now taken leave due to work injury and is working from home, so Mr. A does not have to see his smug face every day.
He gnashed his back teeth and approached the notice board with a ferocious expression to see if there was any credit to be gained from this new commission.
The letter of entrustment was naturally written by Maria. Mr. Z thought that the starting reward of 500 pounds was very considerable, so he did not choose to arrange for someone to take it. Instead, he directly posted it on the notice board as a commission and waited for someone to take it. He also attached the danger level: "Ka Ping has an official background, and there is a high possibility that there is more than one lawyer path extraordinary person hidden in his home." Both hiding and fighting require strong qualities to take it. After reading it for two seconds, Mr. A calmed down, rubbed his chin and began to think.
This mission is not very difficult. I can just capture a Kaping person, hide in his body, and let him walk around the house, and the route map will naturally be obtained. However, the authority of ordinary minions is not enough. I probably have to capture at least a Beyonder. This is where the difficulty of this commission lies...
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but take another look at the rankings.
Mr. A was furious and tore off the commission: "I'll take it!"
"I don't need anyone's help! I can do it on my own!"
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"Maria's commission would put me in danger."
"Maria's commission would put me in danger."
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The crystal was suspended and repeated seven times. In the gray fog world, Klein closed his eyes and saw some blurry images in his dream. After a moment, he opened his eyes and saw the yellow crystal rotating counterclockwise with a medium amplitude, neither fast nor slow. This meant that this matter was somewhat dangerous, but not serious.
"It is very likely that there is more than one Beyonder in Kapin's mansion, and the perimeter is heavily guarded. This level of danger is normal."
"There was a battle in the scene just now, but there was no obvious spiritual warning. This proves that I can handle these battles smoothly."
Klein pondered for a few seconds: "I can accept this commission. After the Tarot Club is over, I will write a letter to Miss Maria."
Soon, at three o'clock, the sound of the wall clock was still echoing, and Audrey appeared in the majestic palace in the deep red illusory light, appearing beside the ancient long table.
She smiled, stood up and saluted the leader. After receiving a slight nod in response, she greeted the other colleagues one by one, and keenly noticed that the "Sun" seemed a little uneasy.
"What are you worried about?" Audrey asked.
This meant that Klein, who had also noticed that the little "Sun" was in a bad state, didn't need to speak up anymore.
"Sun" Derrick did not hide anything and immediately recounted the whole story of how he successfully "faked illness" and was sent to the bottom of the round tower for isolation and treatment. As he was talking, he suddenly remembered what his current chat partner, the former captain of the exploration team who was imprisoned next door, had said, and blurted out, "Have you heard of Amon?"
Amon? Klein immediately thought of something.
He had learned from the angel senior that he was a "thief" who was said to be annoying and had a bad taste. But he did not rush to answer, but cast his eyes on the "Hanged Man". He knew very well that this middle-level member of the Storm Church also knew "Amon", and might know more details than he did. Similarly, "Justice" Audrey also looked at the "Hanged Man". The last time she heard this name was from him.
Alger the Hanged Man frowned and asked in confusion, "Did you encounter a man who called himself Amon while exploring the surrounding areas in Silver City? Or did you find similar records?" Derrick the Sun nodded seriously and said, "Yes, forty-two years ago, an exploration team encountered a man who called himself Amon in the depths of darkness. After returning to Silver City, they went crazy and lost control one after another. Only one person was left, and he was locked up at the bottom of the round tower, right next to me."
"Maybe, he is crazy too, and that's just imagination..." The "magician" made a guess based on his rich experience in novel writing.
The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Mr. Fool at the top, and seeing that He was calm and composed, he boldly said, “Imagination is a possibility, but the name ‘Amon’ would not be thought of without a reason.”
He turned his head to look at the Sun and said, "In the Fourth Epoch, uh, 1,500 years before our country, or even earlier, there was a family that possessed strange powers. They belonged to the Tudor Dynasty, and their surname was Amon. Even in that era when there were many High-Sequence Powerhouses, this family's surname was a taboo."
"Abraham, Antigonus, Amon, Jacob, and Tamara are the five major families that supported the establishment of the Tudor Dynasty, second only to the Blood Emperor. Among them, the Amon family is the most mysterious, with the least history left. It seems that it has been distorted and covered up by some force."
"There is a message from Nast, the 'King of the Five Seas', that the Amon family is a blasphemer and they hold the secret of stealing the power of the gods!"
Stealing? Blasphemy? What kind of stealing is blasphemy?
Klein's thoughts wandered for a moment. He heard from the angel senior that Amon was an angel of the "thief" path. Could it be that a thief at the angel level could even steal the power of gods?
He suddenly became very interested in this adjacent path that he knew little about, and felt that it might not just be as unattractive as the name of the lowest-order potion, but contained more occult symbolic meaning.
"Also, the Amon family claims to be descendants of the ancient sun god."
Derrick Berg was confused. According to his knowledge of mythology, there was no ancient sun god!
Even among the many ancient gods in the Silver City mythology, the Giant King, the Elf King, the Dragon King, the Destruction Wolf... there is no obvious god who claims to be the "Sun"... However, in the mythology, the omniscient and omnipotent Lord once embodied the authority of the "Sun". Could it be that the Amon family is the descendant of the Lord?
Then why did he suddenly leave after accepting the invitation, and let the team be wiped out, and the only survivor was monitored at the bottom of the tower for forty years? And according to what Mr. "The Hanged Man" said, the Amon family lived outside the Silver City. Why did they suddenly appear in the God-Forsaken Land? Aren't the two sides completely closed, and there is a road to pass through?
Derrick's imagination ran wild for a moment, and the "Hanged Man", who had been concerned about the intelligence of the God-Forsaken Land for a long time, would certainly not miss the opportunity brought up by the other party, and hurriedly tried to find out more information.
However, the captain of the exploration team next to Derrick also had only a vague understanding of these things, and Derrick did not discuss these things with him. After Alger's questioning, all the known information he obtained could only lead to the answer that "Amon is very dangerous" and "The captain of the exploration team is also dangerous". This answer is obvious at a glance if you think about it carefully.
There was no knowledge he wanted, no more details about the Silver City and Amon.
However, Alger did not feel frustrated. He was able to communicate with someone from the God-Forsaken Land. Mr. Fool's abilities were unimaginable. He would be able to obtain intelligence and knowledge sooner or later.
But for the inexperienced Little Sun, these were all bits and pieces that Derrick had thought about but had not connected. Now he suddenly understood and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Mr. 'The Hanged Man'!"
"Justice" Audrey resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands, feeling that "The Sun" was even more innocent than herself.
Seeing that everyone’s curiosity had been satisfied, even the gloomy Mr. World slightly adjusted his sitting position, and the Sun didn’t seem to have anything else he wanted to ask for help, she turned her head to the top of the bronze table and smiled, “Mr. Fool, I want to talk to you alone.”
Here we go again... Klein laughed and nodded slightly.
"can."
He immediately blocked the senses of The Hanged Man and the others instead of isolating himself from Miss Justice. This was mainly because he was worried that other people would be bored and communicate casually, thus exposing the truth that The World was just a repeater.
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"February 1143, 2. It has been more than a week since I traveled to this world. I have to write something and express certain things, otherwise I feel like I will go crazy."
"Hey, I wrote it in simplified Chinese, no one will be able to decipher it, this world is all alphabetic!"
"I am now Russell Gustave, but I will never forget my real name."
"Huang Tao!"
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After the Tarot gathering, "Sun" Derrick returned to the real world and found himself in the dark and narrow room again.
He sat cautiously, on guard against the powerful mysterious items in the City of Silver. After a few seconds, he didn't notice any unusual changes and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Remembering that Mr. Hanged Man had asked him to ask the former captain of the exploration team more questions, Derrick walked to the corresponding metal wall, bent his fingers, and knocked.
Benefit, Benefit.
He completed the code, but no one responded for a long time from the other side.
Fell asleep? Or was he taken to the Six-Man Council? It shouldn't have been too long, right? Derrick looked at the dull metal wall, wondering.
At this moment, an old and erratic voice suddenly came from the bed behind him:
"Are you looking for me..."
TBC
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It’s already chapter 60!
After experiencing my series of anti-routine output, readers of this article may feel a lot of emotion when they see the two words "Huang Tao".
(End of this chapter)