At that time, Rockfield was in his prime, his hair was not completely white, and there were not many wrinkles on his face.
At that time, his company was giving away a new type of oil lamp to poor families around the world. It cost him a lot of money, and no one knew why he did it in the first place. Later, the lamp oil manufactured by Rockwell Oil was sold around the world, and the money returned further consolidated his empire.
Later, people learned that before the modern era began, he had already discerned the truth of this era: he used the advantages created by industry to design and manufacture people's needs that did not exist before, in order to digest the increasingly powerful production of the contemporary era. ability, and return a large amount of funds...
Create desires, satisfy desires, and receive monetary rewards. This is what all capital did in the industrial age. I am afraid that it is not an exaggeration to call him one of the shapers of the modern era.
At that time, his appearance at the venue seemed a bit out of place. He was neither a high-ranking official in the education officer system nor a senior member of the Salvation Cult, but he strolled up to Tarot like the boss of everyone present. To this day, Talo still doesn't understand where his official influence comes from.
He lightly touched his lips with a white silk handkerchief, coughed a few times, and then whispered a few words to her.
Taro heard it clearly and raised her head with difficulty to look at the kind-looking face.
Rockefeller then proposed a deal. Luo Shi already knew that she was a wandering god who "went astray", so he asked her to work for him at the price of no longer pursuing what she had done before.
Taro apparently had no other choice, and from then on, her life got back on track and she began working for the Lochs.
After that, she was able to attend various celebrity occasions, collected many crazy fragments of Dionysus, and pieced together the godhead in the Donald Brewery.
She also "awakened" Pan, who had always lived with human cognition, awakened the jealousy and desire in his heart, and created the twisted "Peter Pan".
The "kingdom" she built in the lower city became increasingly solid. Her husband died unexpectedly, leaving her childless and inheriting the entire business empire...
Thus, Lady Taro, the Queen of Lower Town, the most famous philanthropist in New York City, and the Black Hart hidden in time, was born.
At this moment, she was standing in her secret vault, having suffered enough from the Laughing Man and Bill. Dark red scars can be seen under the tattered clothes - they were left behind during the whipping on the farm. The gods could reshape their appearance, but she never tried to erase those scars.
She has a crazy smile on her face, and behind her are three amorphous things that resemble evil spirits: resentment, depression, and madness.
Their size has only increased compared to the past - time has not healed the scars in the god's heart, and due to her wanton feeding, they seem to be larger than before.
They are entrenched in the streets and alleys of the city, burning, blocking, and bouncing like a doomsday scene...
"You were so cute in the past..." Talo stood in front of three strange mountains, with dead people piled up at her feet. She said to the Laughing Man and Bill, "You will not violate the farming season, every time All I pray for is a good harvest and peace, and I never dare to defy nature or disobey the gods..."
"Then what became of you?" She spread her hands and said in confusion, "You made the God who once blessed you become a prostitute, treating you like..." She swallowed her saliva, resentment hissing behind her. Yelling, the sharp teeth on the tentacles made a clicking sound in the air, "Treat her like an animal... treat her!"
She panted violently, as if she remembered something unfortunate again, and the gray fog behind her spread, even covering her figure. Heavy fog closed the city.
"You have no right to treat me like this! How can you treat me like this? You have to pay the price..." Taro's roar came from the thick fog. The mass of things dancing with all kinds of weird and crazy patterns spread.
The god's mood changed like a frenzy, forcing the Laughing Man and Bill to take several steps back.
In the black mansion a hundred kilometers away, even though they had witnessed many crazy scenes, Sean and the others still exchanged uneasy glances.
Taro was lifted into the air by the frenzy. She seemed to like looking down at the other person from this perspective, and her slightly sick smile finally returned to her face.
Behind her, intense emotions of all textures coalesced into something enormous and morbid.
The lava that keeps extending its sharp tentacles is mixed with heavy gray mist, and crazy and confusing patterns are bouncing in it...
Taro made a gesture of giving, and the strange mountain suddenly collapsed, like a mudslide, rushing towards the two of them.
The emotional frenzy filled the entire space of the secret vault and was unavoidable.
The Laughing Man stood in the tide, his expression under the mask unchanged. He pressed the sword with his right hand and raised his left hand. Rusty Heart floated in front of him, the gears turned like an ancient music box, and music like a vinyl record poured out of it.
The condensed spiritual power of the moonlight played a thick velvet curtain, covering the Laughing Man and the thing that could still be called Bill.
They seemed to be sitting in a transparent submarine. Outside the translucent portholes was the menacing tide, rolling away with huge emotions and constantly impacting the curtain.
Fortunately, the spiritual power of four people supported this song. The terrifying emotion given by the explorer's methods did not have any destructive effect.
Soon, the tide gradually exhausted its strength, and like the passing wind, it could no longer blow the curtain.
The curtain disappeared, and the scenery outside had been completely destroyed. The streets that were originally used as the setting for this secret warehouse were washed away by the frenzy and piled up into ruins. In the ruins, human remains like abandoned rag dolls can still be seen vaguely...
However, Sean could still feel eyes watching them in the ruins.
The two of them stood on the beach after the catastrophe. Standing in front of them was the arrogant wandering god.
Sean suddenly felt that the current scene was inexplicably familiar.
After a moment, he suddenly realized that he was like Noah stepping out of the ark after the disaster, looking at the promised land washed away by the floods of the gods...
Unfortunately, what stands in front of Sean is not a new future, but the Spring God Talo who wants to kill them.
We have to put an end to all this. The last explorer and the avenger who sacrificed their souls seemed to have reached a tacit understanding and launched attacks almost at the same time.
After a burst of ion flashes, the Alien Abyss Hound teleported behind Tarot - at this moment, as if to be a symbol, the human shirt and trousers he was wearing were almost torn. His body showed only a few human features, and except for his eyes, there was almost no trace of "Long Island Bill".
The muscles on the hound's back wriggled and stretched, stretching out two holes that were definitely not part of the human anatomy.
There were stars surging deep in the hole, and the hound's body tensed into a tight and over-the-top ring, as if its body had shrunk by a large circle. A burst of etheric energy spurted out, and the trajectory seemed to tear open the path to the black book. Like a gaping hole in the world, in the shadows cast by the bright stars, the hound looked like some kind of strangely shaped turret.
The terrifying energy surged towards Talo, but it suddenly deflected around her, as if the light had entered a prism and been scattered.
The Laughing Man flashed in front of Taro, and his figure disappeared among the carnival dead. Everything seemed to be trapped in a black and white silent film. In the gray scale, an eye-catching rust-yellow long sword thrust out, like the first light projected by the rising sun. A ray of light, when you see it, it has already penetrated your eyes.
Olivia's movements were extremely delicate, but something interfered with her. The blade of the sword actually deflected, grazing Tarot's ear without any damage.
A smile flashed across Taro's face.
The Laughing Man suddenly understood, and his heart froze as if a severe cold had passed through.
