Gongsun Ce once met Jago Drusus in the Xuanci State. The spiky-headed old man behaved very kindly at that time, like someone who would come to your house to deliver things during the holidays. Neighbor brother. But this time, Mr. Jago was obviously in a state of rage. The muscles on his face were tense, and the anger in his eyes was burning like fire. One could not help but suspect that this man would pull out a gun and fight in the next second.
"Calm down first, Mr. Jago." Gongsun Ce rarely acted as a persuasive person, "Let's make a plan before taking action."
"Mr. Gongsun, nice to meet you."
The expression on Jago's face changed, from a terrifying war ghost back to that amiable man. He shook hands with Gongsun Ce warmly: "I'm sorry that we are late. The church only received the contact from the Dawn Knight late last night. After we arrived, we did some cleaning work in the city. I think this can purify the air."
"Ah!" "Help!" "It hurts!"
Behind the two men, ghosts were screaming, and the miserable cries were like crows in hell. Men in red trench coats occupied the open space behind the church and planted the silver crosses they were carrying in the ground. The phantoms hidden in the holographic projections and electronic screens were all picked out by the elites brought by Jago, tied to crosses and pierced with spears to kill them. Father Andrew, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was supported by the nuns and stood aside. He smiled and clapped his hands and praised with joy.
"Your troops are so efficient." Gongsun Ce swallowed, "Can I ask what that nail is used for?"
Behind Jago's back was a huge nail about the height of an average person. He carefully removed the nail and held it with both hands.
"This is the 'Holy Judgment' of the Saint, an emergency measure used in the worst situations... I hope it will not be used one day." Jago said, "Please follow me, Mr. Gongsun. It is daytime now. , let’s go check on the totem.”
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The totem of Blade Rain State is not under the care of the church, nor is it managed by the family. It wanders the land like an unwanted wanderer. Gongsun Ce was originally deeply confused by this, but when he saw his appearance, he immediately understood the reason for his freedom.
There's absolutely no way to control this thing.
"Whoa! Whoa!!"
There were bursts of high-pitched wails in the dark clouds, and raindrops like razor blades poured down. Gongsun Ce, led by Jago, passed through layers of dark clouds and saw the crying totem above the clouds. It has a liquid black oval body covered with sharp thorns, looking like an exploding water hedgehog. Its tears fell into the clouds, causing razor-sharp raindrops to flow continuously.
There wasn't much room for writing on the water hedgehog. Gongsun Ce stared hard for a long time before he found the saint's handwriting.
【Embrace fear and defeat yourself】
Followed by a line of small complaints.
[There is nothing groundbreaking about this piece of shit, it is definitely a remnant of other dragons! 】
"The Rain Hedgehog will disperse into water mist at night, and only condense into form during the day. Its way of existence is weird, and its personality is even more irritable and irritable, making it impossible for the church to impose restrictions on it." Jago sighed, "If Blade Rain If the state's situation deteriorates to the point that it endangers the safety of most people, I must impose holy judgment on it."
When the rain hedgehog saw the nail, he cried even louder. Gongsun Ce quickly drew a silent note: "Drive this nail in?"
"Yes, then drag it out of the Blade Rain State."
"Deprive this state of its totem?" Gongsun Ce was surprised.
Jago looked at the timid hedgehog expressionlessly, and his fingertips swept over the nail.
"In this way, the two thousand years of blade rain will stop, and people will no longer have to worry about safety issues." Jago said, "But sudden changes in climate will bring about chain reactions that we cannot predict, and the loss of totems may not be harmful to the northern continent itself. A good thing…I hope I don’t have to use it.”
The man was extremely serious when he spoke, as if he could see the ominous consequences. Gongsun Ce suddenly understood that since the saint could leave such a trump card, it meant that he must have used similar methods back then. The Holy Judgment of a thousand years ago must not have brought about perfect consequences, otherwise dangerous areas such as the Blade Rain State and the Sour Valley State should have been deprived of totems by the Saint and restored to peace.
"Is this the reason for your bad mood?" Gongsun Ce asked.
"Part of it is, but the main reason is that I can't stand such despicable villains roaming freely in the land of Hezhu." Jago said, "For two thousand years, we have been fighting endlessly on the northern continent, using our ideals, righteousness, dreams, etc. High-sounding words are used as a fig leaf for greed and power. When the Siyuan family was king and hegemony, they treated the common people as nothing. When the church degenerated, villains who exploited money in the name of avoiding sin came to power. There is blood and bones under every inch of the land in the Northern Continent. , we are all descendants of bandits. No one can say that he is pure or righteous, not even a saint can deserve this noble name."
Jago closed his eyes, as if trying to calm down his emotions, but the anger that could not be suppressed by reason finally turned into an explosion of words, like thunder.
"But all these battles always need meaning! For the advancement of pioneers, for the innovation of ideas, and for a better future, we use these noble excuses as anesthetics to deceive ourselves. But what do we see now? Tear them apart with bad desires. Children's dreams pollute the child's mind with dirty delusions!
Children are the hope of the country and the future of everyone! What is the use of the power obtained through such evil deeds? So what if ten realm-creating envoys can be created? Even the future does not exist, so why talk about ideals and fight for power! "
Drops of water fell from Jago's hair and landed on the red windbreaker. The mute text blocked the transmission of sound, but the man's ghostly scowl aroused the rain hedgehog's cry. Gongsun Ce nodded silently and pulled Jago to turn around and stay away from the easily irritated totem.
Jago took a deep breath and said, "I know you feel the same way. There is anger running through your body."
"I will choose the right time to get angry... I will definitely end this garbage nightmare tonight." Gongsun Ce pushed up his glasses, "Wait a moment, I will confirm the situation and come back to discuss the plan."
Gongsun Ce sent Jago back to the underground city, and then rushed to the door of the toy store "George's Treasure Box" yesterday. He asked Qiluo on his mobile phone to help him become invisible, then opened the door silently and entered the store.
The toy store has opened, but no customers have come yet. The tall George is nestled in the small counter, writing lines of words with a quill pen. There was a smile on George's face. He wrote quickly and his handwriting was elegant.
【Raindrop Knight's Journey to the Holy Grail
The Raindrop Knight loves the Rain Princess in Water Shield City, but the little princess's character is as unpredictable as her name. In order to win the favor of the princess, the little knight decided to find the legendary wishing Holy Grail as a gift of his love...
... He experienced many adventures, defeated the evil Blade Rain Dragon, and finally found the legendary wishing machine. But the golden Holy Grail had no magic power. The little knight walked away in despair and met the saint who appeared. The saint told him that the cup has never been a treasure. Your courage, integrity, love and all the beautiful qualities you gained during the journey are the real treasures...]
After writing this, George stopped writing and muttered: "It seems a bit cliché... adding the story of the saint being injured is too bloody..."
Gongsun Ce scanned the notebook carefully with his mind. It was just an ordinary booklet. The inside of the cover said "Meiyu Publishing House Children's Book Award Participation Commemoration, looking forward to your next submission." Without disturbing the thoughtful shopkeeper, he quietly left the door and walked back to the street.
"Gongsun Ce, I think he is just a kind-hearted uncle." Qiluo said on the phone, "The stories he wrote are not bad either."
"I have encountered the kind of happy criminal who goes out of his way to contact you before committing a crime, so I can't let go. It turns out that he has no supernatural powers at all and is just a pure ordinary person." Gongsun Ce said, "Prisoner We chose a suitable place to hide. Watershield City has a strong literary and artistic temperament, and many residents have the habit of writing. It is impossible to guard against every amateur writer around us. Excessive suspicion will make our mental defenses weak. "
"Then how are we going to find him?" Qiluo was deeply worried, "If he just walks away like this..."
"That disgusting nightmare is not something that can be built in a day or two. At present, the prisoner has only used the dream to create some phantoms, and his goal will not be limited to this." Gongsun Ce said, "Before the prisoner escaped, The last sentence was 'the nightmare will never end', he must have another plan."
"I guess you must have an idea?"
"Dreams always come from reality..." Gongsun Ce said thoughtfully, "I have an immature idea. I will ask the experts if it is feasible during the meeting later."
When they returned to the church, the rest of the crew had already arrived. This time Rei Shigure took the initiative to take over the responsibility of hosting the meeting. She grabbed Alandia's black pen and wrote rapidly in front of the whiteboard. She was as energetic as a A young OL who has just started working.
"The mastermind behind this incident can be identified as the spirit magician, whose strength is above the peak of manifestation. His ability is manifested in the corruption of positive traits such as fairy tales and dreams, and he is good at exploiting the weaknesses of human nature. He showed in the battle He has a certain degree of immortality, is suspected of possessing a liquid body, and is extremely good at stealth actions. What’s the problem?”
As always, Qin Qianbai was the first to raise his hand: "The prisoner is not a spiritual world-creating envoy, and he cannot use the power of the totem, so why can he have power above the peak of manifestation?"
"Because of the dream and the environment." Shigure Rei pointed to the sky, "The power of that bastard must come from fear. He first stirred up the panic of the local residents, and together with the harsh climate of the Blade Rain State, it formed a vicious cycle. On this basis He connected the children's dreams in some unknown way, harvesting fear and cultivating strength through long-term nightmares."
Qiluo said weakly: "So he treated the children as a pasture..."
"That's right. You have all heard the Dawn Knight talk about symbolism before. What the prisoner is doing is an extremely bad ritual. The connected nightmares have become an environment similar to the spirit prison world. Once the quantitative change becomes a qualitative change, what triggers all this will happen. He will definitely benefit from the ritual!" Rei Shigure slapped the whiteboard hard, "So we must find him as quickly as possible, kill him, and cut him into pieces!"
The murderous look of the female hunter made the girls nod their heads. Jago, who was listening in the audience, asked the most important question: "How to find him? Judging from the description of the villain's ability to freely travel back and forth to the dream, even killing him in the dream can only provide temporary relief. question."
"I do have an immature idea in this regard..."
Gongsun Ce hurried into the room and told everyone his plan. He then asked: "Alandia, is there any way we can temporarily strengthen the children's 'cognition' of a certain image?"
Dawn Knight replied: "Theoretically yes, provided you can find a carrier that children like."
"I can definitely do it. I know very well what children like." Gongsun Ce patted his chest and said, "But using this plan requires someone to be responsible for dealing with the prisoners in reality..."
"I'll do it." Shigurei said gloomily, "I already have an idea, no one can disturb me before the war starts."
They exchanged the details of the plan for a while, then split up to make preparations. After the meeting, Rei Shigure asked Dawn Knight to stay alone. She held a thick fairy tale book in her hand.
"Dawn Knight, I have a question to ask you." Shigure Rei said bravely.
The Dawn Knight glanced at the title of the book, and she immediately understood the other person's train of thought.
"You're working on an alternative treatment for the dirty fairy tale meme."
"As expected of you." Rei Shigure raised his eyebrows, "I would like to ask your opinion. Is this idea feasible?"
"It's feasible. But you need to construct a very, very complicated symbolism." The Dawn Knight replied, "Fortunately, as a bipolar wizard, you have unique advantages in this regard. I will be happy to provide theoretical support. .”
"...Thank you, Miss Knight."
Rei Shigure stretched out his hand slightly awkwardly, and Alandia shook hands with her with a smile.
"it is my responsibility."
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[Last night's nightmare paradise made the sword holder furious. Tonight he will go into his dream to compete with the little actor. They made full preparations during the day, conspired with church supporters, and deployed manpower to various schools and kindergartens. But no matter how hard they try, they can't find the little actor's hiding place...
Because it keeps raining. 】
It's raining heavily today, and there is the sound of writing rustling amidst the never-ending rain.
The house has long been pierced by the rain of blades, and the study has become a ruins like a battlefield. The man in the rain wrote very difficultly, and every stroke was written extremely slowly. The rain of blades fell on him, but silently melted away as if falling into a lake, and merged into the man's body.
"Is this your study, Skade?" A clear female voice sounded from behind the man, "It's such a simple place, not worthy of your noble status."
The woman was wearing a lavender dress and sitting on a decaying wooden chair. Her eyes were bright and soft, as if there were sweet stars hidden in them. Skade put down his pen and stood up from his small desk. He was wearing a shirt and suspenders that had been washed to yellow, like a frustrated artist. There was an odd echo like the sound of rain as he spoke.
"Welcome, Arrogant Golem. Please sit wherever you like, although I don't have the luxury goods and pool parties you love here."
The Arrogant Golem thought it was ridiculous: "Oh my god, how did you squander your wealth to get yourself into this situation?"
"Squandering family wealth? When did I have money to squander?" The man chuckled, "I come from an ancient family and remember the glorious past, but the glory of the past cannot be exchanged for the wealth of the present. Slok and Drusus are The pillars of the church, Kalash and Dadalion are prosperous in the business world, and Optimis and Hadrian always stand in the spotlight. But what about Marcus? Who knows what Marcus is doing?
People compiled the names of the Siyuan family into a ballad, and only mentioned it with regret at the end: "And Marcius has long been in despair." Now you see the fate of the down-and-out nobles, who don't even have a house of their own. "
"After all, you still belong to the most noble family." The Arrogant Golem said.
Skade chuckled like a lunatic at a joke.
"Hahahaha! From the day he lost his totem, Marcius has no more nobility at all!"
He quickly walked up to the woman, opened his eyes wide, and roared: "Look at me, woman, open your eyes! Look at my hands that are calloused from hard work. I am begging the landlord for mercy." The house I got just after the rent was due, this dishonorable clothes, and this ugly face!”
The man's face was too ugly to look at, with rotten gray muscles hanging on his face like zombies. It was the legacy of a chemical accident, a scar that could never be forgotten. The Arrogant Golem backed away in disgust and distanced itself from the ugly man. He covered his face and laughed loudly.
"You look down on me, you despise me, you can never imagine what kind of life I lived before I met the regiment leader. I want to support myself with my own writing, but the most indispensable thing in this city is damn writers!"
"Is this the reason why you gave up your body?" The Arrogant Demon shook his head, "At least you are not short of money now and can find a decent place to live."
"Why should I change my lifestyle? I like it here, I love this heavy rain, I have long been accustomed to the dirty and low life, and I am integrated with this city." Skade let go of his hand and returned to the table , "Now I have value and I have a goal. As a small actor in the troupe, everyone must appreciate my masterpieces. Nothing makes me more happy than this."
The eyes of the arrogant demon were full of undisguised contempt, like a noble lady looking at a dirty beggar on the roadside. She put on a sunhat for herself.
"I have no intention of commenting on your personal hobbies. Let me ask about the situation on behalf of the leader. Why did the trap against Huanyue Zun fail?"
"It was just a little bit close to success." Skade corrected, "But the devil came to break the situation in person, which was beyond our expectation. There must be a connection between their dreams."
"I have obtained an important piece of information, which is quite valuable." The arrogant devil stood up, "I will provide assistance after accepting the results. Let's make a big fuss on this dirty stage."
"My sincere thanks, Miss Arrogant."
"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to mention."
The woman in the purple skirt raised her chin and gave him condescending instructions.
"The leader's script hasn't been written yet, so remember not to rush into the curtain call."
"As you wish."
Skade put on the pale mask and raincoat, revealing a ferocious and ugly smile.
(End of chapter)
