"Respected, noble Mr. Old One! The Kingdom of God that has been glorious for thousands of years, the city of R'lyeh that transcends time and space. At this moment, He is unlocking the original power. As a result, the miracles are advancing, and the Old One will finally appear!"
Just like last time, the cold voice of Golot of the Diving Abyss echoed throughout the ancient and majestic royal court, as if he was solemnly declaring an oath.
"Grot, I feel like there is something extra in my body."
Weinerson looked inside his spiritual body, and the twisted and slippery tentacle was staying there quietly, motionless.
"Master, you don't have to worry, that's the feedback brought about by awakening the core power." Gorot's voice with obvious joy came from the void and reached Weinerson's ears.
"Feed back?"
"Yes, Master. Just like the Spanish tits that live above the Moller Freshwater Lake, they nurse their offspring when they are adults, and are fed back by their offspring in their old age."
So that was it. Weinerson nodded with some understanding, vaguely understanding the logic.
It's a bit like a gardener, who can reap abundant fruits through hard work.
Immediately, he was in a good mood and returned his gaze to the illusory flame. With a thought in his heart, he tried to pass the "answer" outlined in his mind back through the connection of Yezhi Gate.
"I received it. Tell me what you want at the next gathering..."
.........
Hutton Mar, Cashton District!
The illusory cascading sounds seemed to have traveled through time and space, and through eternity. The gray-white sea water was undulating in front of me, and a twisted and blurred figure stood in the deepest part. He was wearing a black hooded robe, and his voice continued to echo in the empty room.
"I received it, tell me your wish at the next party..."
...
Lilith Moore knelt in front of two candles, clasping her hands against her chin, praying devoutly, and suddenly a strange picture appeared in her mind.
A figure wearing a black hood and robe stood in a place where countless streams of light flickered, saying this to himself over and over again.
She clearly knew that the person who appeared in her mind was the old one, the mysterious old one who stood high above the gray sea water!
"I just finished the sacrifice, and it hasn't been five minutes, and there's a response?" Lilith calmly analyzed the situation as she quickly adjusted her state.
In the past, she prayed to the God of Sleep and Crimson, but she never got a response, but Archbishop Ruskin of the church said that I was often favored by God, and I was almost to the level of one favored by God!
I don't deny the authority of Archbishop Ruskin, nor do I think he would deceive me about a little girl, but the silent response of the Sleeping and Crimson God is never as shocking as the response of Mr. Old... Lilith sucks He took a breath and let it out slowly.
.........
Faslanka, No. 6 Mink Street, second floor of a single-family house.
Deep red was projected from the orifice window, and various phantoms were shattered like glass. He penetrated the gray sea water, kept sinking, and finally saw the real world, and saw the desk, elm mirror and coat rack in his bedroom.
After returning from the old royal court, I looked out the window at the two crimson moons. The big and small full moon seemed to be more pure, bright and charming than before.
In addition, even the smoky black smoke coming from the chimneys in the distance and the gray-haired mice escaping quickly on the street are clearly visible...
Weinerson breathed rapidly, letting the world in front of him flow in his eyes. He vaguely guessed that some kind of change had occurred in his eyes!
Night vision, night vision described in paranormal science!
Although Sequence Path 9 Psychics have excellent perception and mental power, they don’t have night vision, right?
Wait, is it the result of awakening the core power and feeding it back?
Gorot said that 100 ancient gold coins can awaken one percent. In addition to the tentacles stored in the spiritual body, it also comes with night vision capabilities... Is this too foul?
After Weinerson thought for a while, he closed the curtains, took the white quill pen, and started writing again in the diary.
"There is a great core power buried in the deepest part of R'lyeh City. Every time it is awakened, it will feed back to the awakener, thereby gaining strange abilities beyond its own sequence."
"This is mainly due to the extraordinary power in ancient gold coins, but if you want to fully awaken the core, you need to find more ancient gold coins, use the extraordinary power in them, and break the shackles."
"For now, there are no terrible side effects similar to pollution after awakening, but the depths of R'lyeh City are still full of confusion, and perhaps there is a more terrifying core power buried there. All of this can only wait to be slowly explored... ....”
After he finished writing, he read it over and over again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he tore up the dictated notes, used spiritual friction to release the flames, and burned the paper completely, only to rewrite one on a new page. "Wake up" word.
Just write keywords, and even if someone discovers them, they shouldn’t be able to think of anything...
As time passed, Weinerson gathered his thoughts. After moving his cervical spine a little, he stood up and looked at the black rectangular suitcase placed at the door, which Eileen had brought up after dinner.
"I will leave this place starting tomorrow and go to St. Honavitch University. Mr. Joseph is right. The source of being targeted is myself. If I leave earlier, Irene, Mies, and Gropius will be the same." kind of protection.”
.........
Ure Town, Lettier Farm!
Thick dark clouds hovered in the sky, and the crimson moon was always covered by the clouds. There was only a little light in the potato sand.
Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with a slight fishy smell blew by, and two figures were running rapidly one after another in the darkness.
Running at the front was Fima Bach, who was shirtless and had a nude female angel tattooed on his chest. His slightly messy hair was completely blown back by the wind, and the expression on his face was twisted and ferocious.
Fermat Bach was extremely fast, almost swishing through the sand, but even so, he still couldn't get rid of the pursuers behind him.
Damn it, which sequence of monster is it?
call--
In an instant, a silvery-white streak of light came out of the void on the left side of the shirtless middle-aged man.
Click, click, click!
The nearby weeds were instantly cut up to the waist and flew into the air. Fema Bach's body was like a weed at this moment. He was involuntarily thrown a few meters and fell to the ground. Red blood stains quickly dyed the ground red, and a deep line appeared around his waist. Wounds to the spine.
The pain of the cut hit him instantly. He lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his waist. His face turned ferocious, and his eyes seemed to have real flames burning inside. The next second, he spit out an ancient Hermes language from his throat.
"fanaticism!"
As the two roots of the word were shouted, Fema Bach seemed to have forgotten the bloody wound on his waist, staring at the blurry black shadow rushing toward him from the darkness, with extremely malicious eyes bursting out, without adding any trace of malice. Cover up, don’t suppress.
"He! He! No matter who you are, you will pay the price tonight."
“A rat is a rat.”
The crunch of heels digging into the sand was heard in my ears, and the woman carrying a long dark brown leather suitcase slowly walked out of the darkness.
This lady is about 1.65 meters tall. She wears a very exquisite retro mattress skirt on her upper body and pure white Rudal high-heeled boots on her feet.
Her long hair, as thick as a black forest, was languidly spread around her waist, and she had a pair of unilateral glasses on her small and delicate nose, as if she had walked out of an ancient castle.
Stranger...
Almost instantly, Femma Bach suddenly raised his right hand, and the naked angel on his chest turned into a colorful python wrapped around his arm, aiming viciously at the opponent.
"filthy!"
Silently, a force carrying pain, disease, plague, decay and other intertwined forces spurted out, quickly forming a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with an indescribable smell.
Suddenly, the gate burst out with endless illusory coldness, and spread rapidly to the surroundings. In an instant, the sand was covered with a thin layer of white ice!
"Summon the Sacrifice Gate projection and start burning souls as the price?"
The lady carrying a brown leather suitcase and wearing a monocle stared at the bronze door and said something casually, as if it was just a small thing.
"You forced me to do this. You forced me to do this."
Fema Bach staggered back a step. At this time, a twisting and writhing illusory black snake had climbed up on his back. It was constantly sucking spiritual energy, causing the wrinkles on his face to deepen rapidly, and most of his messy hair withered. , and kept falling downwards.
"Go to hell! Haha, go to hell!"
At this moment, Fermat Bach was completely ferocious and crazy. He pushed the door hard with his hands, as if he had used all his strength to push the door out of a gap!
Within the gap, naked figures full of desire or restraint rushed towards the crack of the door. They roared, cried, laughed shrilly, and slapped the bronze door panel with their slippery tentacles that were so distorted that they could not be identified. Want to escape from inside.
"Hahaha...Hahaha, do you see it? This is the power of God!"
The illusory black snake began to expand and solidify, almost wrapping around his body. This was a sign that his thoughts were completely controlled by desire.
"Has it been contaminated by the forcibly borrowed power?" The woman laughed softly.
"Filthy...filthy!"
Femma Bach laughed crazily, vomiting blood, and suddenly pressed his arm down. The moment his palm touched the ground, the sand and potato roots hidden in the ground rotted and spread rapidly.
This is why I hate rats.
The lady wearing a monocle muttered something to herself casually, holding the brown leather suitcase and staying motionless, letting the corruption wrap around her.
At this moment, a huge pale head filled with crystals protruded from the decaying sand. It opened its mouthparts filled with evil organs and accurately bit the woman's ankle.
Snapped!
The woman slightly raised her eyes and glanced, then turned her body slightly, raised her heels to focus on the light, and kicked hard, directly smashing the Tianling Cap of the head. At the broken opening, strips of white maggots rushed out. Squirming.
"it's over!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, thin and sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the void!
Hearing the oncoming voice, Fermat Bach subconsciously retracted his not-so-strong arms and rolled back continuously.
Kick, kick, kick!
Almost instantly, sand and soil flew up from the ground, leaving obvious and deep gaps.
"Sword Blade...Sequence 5 Demigod...You are from that family..."
Fermat Bach's crazy expression froze for an instant, and even the distortion of pollution slowed down a lot.
At the same time, the skin of the naked female angel in front of his chest began to fall off under the dim moonlight, and the white feather wings on her back evolved into dry and cracked bones.
boom--
Another ray of silver-white light like a bright moon flashed without any warning, accompanied by flashes of thunder, which grew louder and louder. The next second, a layer of hot blood was splashed in the sky, and the ground was covered with twisting intestines. , and a stomach pouch filled with worms.
Fermat Bach stared blankly ahead, not noticing that his abdomen was empty. He only felt that his breathing was a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that a smelly cool breeze was constantly pouring into it.
