In the great temple of Patbon.
The great attendant, Lord Sarazi, who was as wrinkled as a dried orange, sat meditating in the position that he would not move all year round, closing his eyes in concentration.
At night, the lights in the temple hall are even scarcer.
Except for the corridors on both sides, which had a few lights, the rest of the place was plunged into the deepest darkness.
The location where Sarazi was located seemed to be the center of darkness.
With his mind moving slightly, Sarazi opened his eyes.
He suddenly saw a young man with blond hair and bare feet standing in the air not far in front of him, looking at him blankly.
Sarazi's heart was trembling, he fell to the ground and crawled on the ground:
"Praise you! I am willing to praise you with all the beauty in this world!
The greatest divine envoy, the owner of the final judgment, and the most authoritative supervisor! "
Myrobalan looked a little strange:
"Really? I am Harile, you can call me Myrobalan..."
"No matter what your identity is, everything in this world is the manifestation of your will. We are all the grass and flowers in your garden... All our belongings are the trade-off between your thoughts."
"But, you said last time that I am an ascetic."
Myrobalan was a little confused and a little unhappy.
He has a natural aversion to magic sticks.
"Yes, please forgive your servant for not recognizing you at the first time... If your humble servant was a little smarter and one of the millions as wise as your abyss or ocean, I would have told you right then!
Go to the City of Glory in the west. Only in the City of Glory can you truly understand that you are the Lord of God walking in this world, the overseer, the envoy of God, and the one who belongs! "
Myrobalan frowned.
He instinctively resented the old guy's use of such titles as divine messengers.
However, he didn't want to kill anyone.
Because he never gained inner peace from killing people.
"City of Glory, right? Very good, I will go.
I am not some ridiculous divine messenger, I am myrobalan, Harile! "
Myrobalan's figure slowly disappeared in the darkness.
Sarazi waited for a moment before he dared to raise his head and found that Myrobalan had left.
The old man jumped up, quickly walked under the huge emblem, and sang a prayer hymn loudly.
This is the most fanatical hymn in his heart for decades.
Silent world, quiet midnight, dark temple, someone is singing loudly!
Even the ascetic monks from Patbon would find this scene too crazy if they encountered it.
As Sarazi sang, he felt that his spiritual power became more condensed and solid.
If Wei Ling were here, he could see through his "mind's eye" that in the energy sea of the Yuanling world, the countless black lines on the old man's body were actually shining brightly in the dark world.
Just when the old man was praying and praising loudly, Myrobalan, which had transformed into an energy body, suddenly stopped in the world of source spirits.
He heard the old man's prayers and praises!
This is beyond the comprehension of Myrobalan.
It stands to reason that even though the manifested world and the source world are in the same time and space, they must not be in the same dimension. He actually heard prayers and praises coming from another dimension!
How can this be?
Then, in this spiritual world, Myrobalan saw a shining black thread, traveling through endless time and space, removing all obstacles, and connecting to his body.
This shining black thread, like a ray of sunshine at dawn, illuminates the entire world of Yuanling and clears the fog in front of Myrobalan's eyes.
He was shocked to see tens of millions of black lines floating in the endless source spirit world.
Those black lines didn't emit that special shimmer.
Enduring all kinds of helplessness and disgust, Myrobalan frowned again:
"Shut up, I'm so annoying!"
This random message was like a thunderous thunder that sounded in Sarazi's mind.
In the great temple, like a man who was struck by thunder from the sky, his figure suddenly fell down, bleeding from all his orifices.
However, Sarazi's dry face was actually filled with the happiest smile:
Praise the Lord God, this is an oracle! I heard the oracle with my own ears!
…
In Karabang, Welling and others returned to the hotel. The fat landlady and the skinny boss had not rested yet and were still doing various chores in the hotel.
But their only employee did not work like them until late at night.
The boss lady saw that among the five people who had returned, there was an extra kid in green clothes, but she saw that he was a child from the empire and did not dare to ask more questions. The skinny boss naturally didn't talk much either.
People who run hotels have a basic principle, which is not to take matters into their hearts or minds about guests that are beyond their understanding.
With the landlady's attentive greetings, several people returned to their rooms to rest.
Xuan Ming naturally followed Wei Ling to his eldest brother's room.
Wei Ling separated some of the remaining metal and let Xuan Ming continue to melt it:
"This is a necessary process. A warlock must have a strong physique. Nanxing and the others have undergone a moderate amount of immersion."
Xuan Ming nodded, knowing that this was a very precious resource.
Soon after, Xuan Ming fell into a deep sleep, his thin body trembling slightly from the various sensations brought about by the melting metal.
Wei Ling lovingly covered him with a quilt, while he meditated on the mat in the room, lost in thought.
All kinds of clueless techniques need to be sorted out, and all kinds of new ideas need to be tried. Cyril, Du Gao, Uguwa, Yang Ruolan, Meiboba, Emil (Bi Riyanggu), Liu Xihe... Recently The characters he experienced were reviewed one by one in his mind, allowing him to summarize his gains, losses, and insights.
It wasn't until late at night that I fell asleep lightly.
In his sleep, Wei Ling seemed to feel that he was in the world of source spirits again, with endless energy surrounding him like sea water.
In this dark world, Welling has always felt that this world is dark and obscure. There are no other colors except black, white and gray.
However, in his sleep, Welling saw endless lines, black, white, gray, dark green, deep purple, black and blue... and a kind of silver, a kind of dark silver.
This is a strange feeling. For example, some people say that a colorful black is needed, which is such a contradictory feeling.
At a rough glance, the world is black and white.
But if you look carefully, there are endless colors in it.
Endless lines cover the entire world.
In the end, Welling discovered that all dark energy was actually an undercurrent made up of infinite lines, like a suffocating cage that tied everything in the world together.
From this, he thought that the spiritual power of Mi Meng and Senior Yang was also a line.
Spiritual energy and original spiritual power can be understood as one kind of line or different lines in the world of source spirits.
In fact, as long as it is a line, it is composed of countless points, which are various particles that cannot be observed in the manifest world.
Welling noticed that there was a black line, emitting a faint light, quietly crossing this dark world in the vast sea of smoke.
…
When Wei Ling opened his eyes, he couldn't help but lean back in surprise.
There were two faces in front of him. One was an incomparably beautiful face that shocked heaven and earth. It was the palace guard.
There was another face with a thin face. Xuan Ming was also in front of him, staring at him with concern.
Wei Ling suddenly realized that it was already dawn, and even though he was meditating, he didn't wake up on time at dawn.
"Haha, I overslept!"
After everyone had a simple wash and a breakfast of bread and dairy products provided by the landlady, they went to wander around Karabang, waiting for news.
If nothing happens, we will leave Kerala and return to Iasi tomorrow.
The streets of Karabang were still there, and the six of them walked along the direction where the secret battle took place last night, heading towards the Empire's Military Observation Office.
There were a small number of police officers maintaining order in the neighborhood, and some residents who had been evacuated beforehand were eager to return and found damaged houses and were negotiating with the police officers on duty.
The six people looked at each other and smiled. Isn't this the situation that Welling speculated? The ground that should be washed has been basically cleaned, and now the police department of Kerala State is doing the final aftermath.
There were also several well-informed police officers who looked frightened when they saw Wei Ling and others at a glance.
These six people seemed to be crossing these streets on purpose. Their iconic yellow and gray uniforms were too conspicuous.
Is this an unbridled provocation?
However, as police officers who need to work on the streets, they are all at the bottom.
They did not dare to question the affairs of the higher-ups without permission, so their eyes flickered and looked in other directions, as if these people were transparent.
After a leisurely journey, we arrived at the observation station.
Liu Xihe and three other people were discussing how to sort out the data, information and suggestions provided by Wei Ling and others, and submit a formal analysis report and application to the superiors. Seeing that the six people had come over in the morning, they immediately left their work and received everyone. , drinking tea and chatting, so unhappy.
This is the work of the emperor who is far away from the sky. If no one controls you, you will naturally be freer.
Lunch was served at the observation station.
In order to take care of dozens of sergeants and three imperial warlocks, the Observation Agency specially set up its own small canteen to provide the resident personnel with meals consistent with imperial habits. Otherwise, the long-term federal dining habits would not be suitable for everyone.
After having afternoon tea, when Welling thought there would be no news today, the Federal Government Office of the State of Kerala actually gave a written response that could be described as speedy.
First of all, the Kerala State Administration gave an affirmative answer. It was because their tax inspectors were negligent and did not carefully screen the information from social levels such as the Nuggets team and the Revenant Hunters, and easily accepted it. Therefore, Xiao was Confusing the illegal mining and tax evasion cases with Sohae Metal Trading was a major mistake by the Tax Inspection Office.
Secondly, Supervisor Elton, who was responsible for this operation, had flawed enforcement procedures.
Since Xihai Trading is a metal trading company registered in the Empire and does not have a local branch, it should have communicated with the Observation Office in advance before taking any major law enforcement actions, because it concerns both countries and the Observation Office has substantial local presence. Due to the nature of the embassy and consulate, obtaining the necessary support is the right approach.
Third, as for the regulatory compensation proposed by Xihai Trading, since the federal government does not have corresponding regulations and laws to borrow, it will not be supported.
However, after the filing, if the compensation can be successfully recovered from Xiao Duhuo in the future, the Kerala State Tax Auditor will assist in the process.
Regarding the assassination or forcible arrest last night, the Karabang side did not mention a word, which was expected by Wei Ling and everyone.
