Chapter 86: The Camera Turns to Silver City 2

Chapter 86: The Camera Turns to Silver City 2

Chapter 86: The Camera Turns to Silver City 2
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The city of disaster is polluted in the hands of the decaying king.

His human-like appearance was just a mimicry, and his fingers, which served as "roots", conceptually invaded this mass of pollution, digging out some mystical connections and information he needed. But he didn't gain anything, and the City of Disaster couldn't break the seal. It seemed that the only thing this small mass of pollution could do was to set up a horror telegraph office in Bansiri.

Adam was far away, being supervised by eyes and tentacles. Amon was temporarily released. It was so quiet here that it seemed as if there was no living creature.

It was useless, and it was not enough to be used to harm the future red priests or destroy natural disasters. Having thoroughly studied pollution, the Outer Gods skillfully isolated the possibility of "polluting other things" and casually threw the pollution into the corner of this space. As a god who successfully controlled the source material, even if it was incomplete, he had enough status and ability. Adam watched this scene quietly without saying a word, and the Outer Gods did not talk to him. He took out the latest "Backlund Daily" from his hand and passed the time by reading it line by line.

Reading with your eyes is such a classic behavior.

The amount of information that alphabetic writing can carry is still slightly inferior to ideographic writing. Coupled with the specific grammar and tenses, a report that can be solved in three lines in Chinese has been expanded to six lines in Loen. A newspaper naturally has the volume of two copies, no wonder it can be sold for 1 penny (3-4 yuan).

On the fourth day after the explosion of Kapin's family, the heat of this case finally decreased a little, but it still occupied the prime position on the front page.

Kapin's death was very sudden, and the exposure of the underground prison solved many old cases of missing persons and kidnapping and murder. What was really unbelievable was that even the deputy director of the police department appeared in it. The collusion between officials and gangs aroused public anger to a great extent, causing the reputation of Sivella Square to plummet again after the demon dog murder case.

The fact that several congressmen and nobles who were suspected of being involved with Kapin died suddenly of illness at home at the same time added a lot of mystery to the incident, causing reporters from many newspapers and tabloids to move in like hyenas smelling blood.

Since most of the dead were people of noble status or wealth and power, the three major churches in Backlund all took action, and there was no shortage of cooperation and discussion, striving to search for remaining clues from all directions and angles.

The "devil's whispers" at the angel level can only be interpreted by a servant of God or a pope. As long as a sufficient mystical connection with the devil is established, the whispers alone are enough to kill people invisibly.

News came from the Aurora Club that the title of the best employee of the month fell on Mr. Z, and the Dark Saint awarded him a divine talisman as a reward. The entire Aurora Club was plunged into a frenzy.

This was the first commendation meeting since the implementation of the system. The Dark Saint delivered an important speech, encouraging everyone to contribute more to the great cause of the Lord's return to heaven and to devote their limited lives to unlimited dedication. The reward and punishment system was a huge success. Mr. Z finally successfully counterattacked from the brink of having his status as a divine messenger revoked and became the biggest topic of the Aurora Society.

The decadent king finished reading the first one out of boredom. A small page between the first and second pages said that a bicycle development company was seeking investors, and there was also information about a company purchasing rice grains, as well as a processing plant advertising itself. He took a cup of coffee from the real world, and a few of his dark black hair naturally fell into the coffee, and he drank while reading.

Hands, feet, hair, blood vessels, these body extremities and internal circulation serve as the "root system".

The torso and arms are naturally the "trunk".

If one day I were to walk on the earth in this image, then the "clothes" and a part of the "skin" exposed outside would naturally transform into the concept of "leaves", ensuring that I am a whole.

——Therefore, they don’t need to open their mouths to speak or eat. The part that looks like a neck is actually a “trunk” and does not have vocal cords or throats, nor organs, but only “leaf veins”. The eyes have irises but no pupils, because they do not perceive the world through light from the beginning. Under this human-like shell is the true body of the gods, disguised as a layer of harmless concepts taken from the earth.

The Backlund Daily has started to promote the year-end drama... It seems that the soundtrack is still being rehearsed. This place has no film or video equipment, and every scene needs the actors to be present in person... There are many things to investigate recently, and there is no time to continue to participate in the troupe's performance. I will quickly hand in the music manuscript and let the theater arrange the general conductor.

He heard the other 20% of himself silently reciting in his heart.

Sharing consciousness and vision is convenient, and there is no need to worry about various problems that may arise like in the previous programs.

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Silver City, Berg's house.

Looking at the blood-stained scalp with short black hair, Derrick suddenly thought of what it looked like just now. It was a beautiful and tempting "mushroom". He almost couldn't control himself and swallowed it into his stomach.

The dum fruit that Dak wanted to treat himself to was actually a bunch of bloody human fingers with slightly pale skin!
At this moment, Derrick's stomach began to cramp violently, and sour liquid rushed to his throat. He resisted the urge to vomit and sang a line of lyrics in a hoarse voice:
“God, may your kingdom come here, the enemies will be scattered, and believers will rejoice!”

The song exuded a sense of warmth and holiness. Derrick felt that all the discomfort in his body was relieved, and his spirit became full and lively. His courage, strength, and agility were all significantly improved by this song. This was the extraordinary ability of Sequence 9 "Singer".

Dark stared at his former teammate who was singing in a low voice. His expression became more gloomy, and his words sounded less and less human:

"What is that thing on you..."

"What is that on you?"

"What is that on you?"

Suddenly, Dak's clothes were stretched out in strips, like a nest of poisonous snakes stuffed underneath, constantly moving and wriggling. Whoosh whoosh whoosh! One by one, bloody strips of flesh penetrated the tight black clothes, with rough skin covered with hair on the surface.

In a flash, the strips of meat rushed towards Derrick who was standing there. Derrick was also a patrol member who had seen many monsters, so he was not too panicked when faced with this situation. He twisted his waist, raised his arm, and swung down the "Hurricane Axe" that he had already held in his palm.

puff!
The Hurricane Axe struck several bloody strips of flesh, cutting them off and letting them fall to the ground. However, because it was now "night" in Silver City, this strike failed to bring lightning, and more bloody strips of flesh rushed over frantically, wrapping around the Hurricane Axe again and again, refusing to let go.

Although the mutated Dak was ruthless, considering that the two were basically evenly matched, it would not be enough to cause fatal damage to the two in a short period of time. Derrick naturally realized this, he did not want to fight, and he was well prepared, so he immediately prayed and completed a simple ceremony.

At this moment, Klein, who had been waiting for a long time above the gray fog, immediately responded.

With a not-quite-real creaking sound, the illusory door with many strange patterns cracked open a gap. Behind the gap was a deep darkness, and in the darkness there were countless transparent shadows whose shapes were difficult to describe.

The height of these shadows was covered with seven different colors of pure light that contained infinite knowledge. Above those lights was an endless gray fog and an ancient palace overlooking the gray fog.

Suddenly, a shadow jumped out from the dark corner and immediately covered Dake, who was closest to him. The bloody strips of flesh waving around Dake were all wrapped in the dark and sticky "liquid". But the shadow did not stop, and quickly extended on the ground, rushing towards Derrick who had dodged to another position, and shouted loudly: "Stop! What are you doing!"

As a monitor, his original plan was to observe the changes, record the corresponding anomalies, and wait until the situation became uncontrollable before taking action to stop the two parties. But when he saw the illusory door covered with strange symbols and signs cracked a crack, he was shocked by the deep, mysterious, lofty, and majestic scene inside. He intuitively thought that this was related to the terrifying evil god, so he had to notify and act hastily, trying to forcibly interrupt Derrick's attempt to sacrifice to that existence.

However, Derrick had already determined his position, and the area he chose for himself was the one far away from him.

Seizing this opportunity, Derrick pulled out the iron box from his secret pocket and threw it hard at the illusory door created by the candlelight and at the crack that presented the magical scene.

As the iron box disappeared there, the door covered with strange symbols and logos closed with a "clang" and then disappeared quickly.

At this time, Derrick remembered Mr. Hanged Man's instructions, deliberately twisted the muscles on his face, and faced the "shadow" with a ferocious look. Before the "shadow" covered him, he suddenly coughed violently, and he covered his mouth with his hand, and fell to the ground with coughing.

The dark shadow spread over and completely enveloped him.

Before he passed out due to force majeure, Derrick finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart. He successfully completed his plan, held the ceremony, successfully exposed the abnormality of the exploration team led by Elder Lovia, and revealed the existence of Amon's "Time Worm". At the same time, he resisted temptation and did not become a believer of the "Fallen Creator". He also successfully delivered the item intact to Mr. "Fool" in the end.

Derrick reviewed all his actions at the last second, and after confirming that there was nothing suspicious, he breathed a sigh of relief and passed out.

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Amon felt something in his heart, but the feeling was fleeting. As soon as he raised his head, the wonderful feeling disappeared.

The demons were not very sensitive to the three mystical paths. After that tiny trace of mystical connection disappeared, Edward put down Roselle's diary and looked at Amon with a slightly frown: "Did it appear again just now?"

"Appeared."

Amon also frowned slightly, but his expression was not anxious, but half surprised and half curious, as if he had found something particularly interesting and challenging. He pondered for two seconds, then smiled at Edward and said, "I can basically confirm that it is the aura of Sefirah Castle. After all, I am also a Sequence 3. But what I find most strange is that it seems that some ritual just now has attracted the aura of Sefirah Castle. Although I didn't sense the specific location, I think it is not far from us, or very close."

Edward replied: "Klein?"

"Maybe it's him, or maybe it's the apprentice you mentioned."

Amon leaned his arm on the armrest of the sofa, supporting his chin with his right fist, and was faintly excited. "I don't know who it is, but if it's Klein, he clearly had some contact with Sefirah Castle at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and now he is using the ritual again. When did Sefirah Castle become such an easy place to enter? It makes me want to go in and take a look."

Edward thought about this for a moment: "If you go to Sefirah Castle, can you control it?"

"Me? With the help of Sequence One and Uniqueness..."

"You," Edward interrupted. "I mean you."

Amon was stunned. He subconsciously touched his monocle, as if he had grasped something. The meaning revealed in the other party's words made him feel stunned for a moment, followed by uncontrollable excitement and curiosity. But half a minute later, he controlled his overactive emotions and rationally analyzed the question raised by Edward:

"The probability of me mastering Sefirah Castle is extremely low, almost impossible."

"In this regard, there is actually an excellent comparison. I know you have met Medici. Even though He possessed the Uniqueness and completed the godhood ritual, He still could not successfully control the City of Disaster. This shows how difficult the source is. Not to mention that I have the body of the incarnation of the Uniqueness above me, as well as the indescribable and incomprehensible Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

"If I go to Sefirah Castle now... I don't know what the situation is there. Maybe the consciousness of the Celestial Sovereign is reviving, and I will be contaminated and assimilated as soon as I go there. Maybe someone is trying to control it, and I don't have the means to deal with him/her unless I release the imprint of the consciousness of the Celestial Sovereign."

"You have blocked the possibility of my connection with my main body, so I cannot use my main body to try to communicate with Sefirah Castle."

"That's my answer."

After listening to Amon's rare serious and rigorous speech, Edward did not show any disappointment or unhappiness.

He nodded calmly: "I understand."

"This is a good thing." Edward turned his gaze back to the diary in his hand, killing time by looking at Roselle's flamboyant handwriting and the messy contents in it. "The gods all hope that the Lord of Mysteries will be born, but they have really been gods for too long. Even if they know that they need secrets, they are unwilling to lower themselves and cooperate, and even unwilling to cultivate their enemies. I suspect that they only talk about the overall situation. If they can't do it perfectly, they will just sacrifice themselves and then say that it is for justice."

"As of now, Sefirah Castle has already appeared, and it will be exposed sooner or later. The owner and the original body are the two most likely candidates."

"It's all the same." Edward replied, "I don't want anyone to take that position. Because I hate this world, I hate this planet, I hate the Seven Gods who take themselves so seriously, and I hate the current human civilization."

"If this was the first civilization on this planet, perhaps I could still tolerate it. But under the premise of the Old Era, I cannot tolerate such an ugly continuation. Humanity has long lost itself and its future, along with your God. What is needed here is not salvation, but destruction."

TBC
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There is no way to skip the contents of these two chapters about the City of Silver, so I will just double the update.

(End of this chapter)