The matter is serious.
When the strange remnant who called herself Siliya said these words to Torea and others, everyone present knew that this time the matter was serious.
The gods were also involved.
Of course, Zhou Li had always doubted whether the gods were involved in this matter before. After all, this Anya was a real threat to the gods and the dominance of Twelve Hours. Compared with her, Zhou Li was considered a loyal and rebellious traitor. . However, her actions were smooth sailing under the twelve-hour surveillance. If you say that there is no involvement of gods in it, no one will believe it.
Therefore, Zhou Li has been telling people around him that this time Twelve Moments must have something to do with the gods, and he will either stir things up or profit from it.
But when the mutilated body told the truth, Torea was shocked to realize that it was not a matter of God's involvement or not, because this incident was a conspiracy of God from beginning to end.
[Kill her and free her]
After telling the truth, the body seemed to have returned to its confused state, and no matter what Torea did, she could not wake her up. She kept repeating this sentence over and over again.
"what to do?"
Torrea looked at the magician and Arthur Morgan aside, both of whom had similarly solemn expressions. After all, the truth of this matter is too horrifying, because this is the first time that a god has revealed its undisguised claws and the blood stains on them.
"This message must get out."
After a brief thought, the magician said decisively: "This news is even more important than Anya herself."
Torrea understood that the magician was right. For this incident, or for this war, the most important thing is no longer the war against Anya. Now, the identity of the initiators of the war has changed.
God of Emotions - Mass.
A god and a pope who stole the god are completely incomparable existences. The former represents a disaster that is likely to target all mankind, while the latter is, at best, a disaster for Tariq.
It's a different magnitude, a completely different magnitude.
What concerned Torea the most was the "body" in Siliya's words.
Torreia's expression was indifferent, but there was still a worried look in her eyes: "Zhanqi once said that the God of Emotions guided Anya to do all this in order to obtain the body."
"There's really no good news."
The magician sighed, and then explained to Arthur Morgan who was a little confused on the side: "The law is a rule, and the gods are a will. If the gods want to get involved in the world, they have to create their own bodies. The longer the body The stronger they are, the more they can control the laws in the world."
"So, the God of Emotions wants to descend?"
Arthur Morgan summed up this point in short words, and then, his expression was not very good, "No, what on earth is this god going to do? Aren't they usually... quite friendly?"
As for Arthur Morgan, he has never had much dislike for Twelve Hours. Of course, after he knew that the reproduction of Jinggui was likely to be caused by Twelve Hours, he developed feelings for Twelve Hours. Extremely disgusted. But he never expected that this normally polite organization would show such a bloody side.
You must know that whether it is those thought puppets or soul puppets, they are completely contrary to human ethics and morally corrupt technology for any country in this world. And the technologies created by the two popes of the Church of Emotions actually have the shadow of the God of Emotions.
This news is a bit too shocking.
"The gods have never been kind to us."
As an aborigine, the magician knows far more than Torea and Arthur Morgan, who is not harmonious with the world. "This news must be passed on, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
"You take Arthur Morgan out of here."
After a brief thought, Torea raised her head and said to the magician in an unquestionable tone: "I stay to find Anya's humanity."
"you sure?"
The magician frowned deeply, "You
Can one person do it? "
"Didn't you find it?"
Torea gently poked the ground with her spear, looking at the weak but real waves, she said expressionlessly: "The more foreign souls there are, the faster she will wake up."
"I stayed."
Arthur Morgan patted the pistol on his waist and said roughly: "The cowboys of the West will not let a woman bear all this. Her recovery speed is not as fast as you think. Two people are better than one."
Torea's eyes were a little confused. She shook her head and said to Arthur Morgan: "You have claustrophobia and are not suitable for further exploration."
"well?"
Arthur was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, scratched his head, and said helplessly: "You can also discover this."
"I have a friend who also has this problem."
"Do not worry."
Before Torea could continue, the man with yellowish fingers and a rough face and beard that looked like a miner waved his hand, smiled and said, "I won't hold you back."
"Don't forget, I still have these eyes."
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"Does this place have a head?"
Bai Qin and Xiao Ke were slumped on a white rock, their naked skin stained with pure black dew.
"I do not know..."
Bai Qin looked at this kaleidoscope space with a headache, feeling helpless for a moment, "How long have we been walking?"
"Let me see."
Stretching out his hand, the two intertwined buds trembled slightly. Soon, Xiao Ke came to the conclusion, "Fifteen minutes, we have only been walking for fifteen minutes."
"How do I feel like a year has passed?"
Bai Qin was a little weak. She stretched out her hand and lightly snapped her fingers. A weak flame appeared on her fingertips. "The only good news is that my magic power seems to have recovered a little."
"maybe."
Xiao Ke sighed. She didn't know whether she was overtired or because the color change in this space was too strong. She always felt a little headache. "This place really... doesn't make sense at all."
Yes, it doesn't make sense.
This world does not follow any rules. Of course, time and space are normal here, but this normality is out of place in an environment where there is no normal. Sometimes, they would encounter black rain, which was bitingly cold, as if the cold would penetrate their bones when they touched it. But after two minutes, the rain turned red, but the rain had no temperature, and there was no feeling except a slight touch when it fell on the body.
And the soft soil suddenly becomes stiff, and the pungent smell in the air is refreshing. It's really like a kaleidoscope here. There are all colors and things, but there are no rules at all.
It's very torturous to act in a place like this. After all, you don’t know whether the road in front of you is walkable or not, and whether it will break or fly if you step on it.
Everything is weird and irregular.
"Are we still under her control?"
Xiao Ke asked with some confusion: "Does she still control our hearts?"
"It shouldn't be."
Bai Qin shook her head. She still had a certain understanding of this kind of thing. "If we are really still under her control, we should not be able to perceive magic energy. Although she cannot prevent us from absorbing and sensing magic energy , but she can set the magic energy not to appear in this world, but now, the magic energy is in the palm of my hand."
"That can only mean that your friend has a really big heart."
Not sure if it was physical or psychological, Xiao Ke complained. Then she stood up and tried to communicate with the buds on her wrists.
Still failed.
"It still failed."
Xiao Ke sighed and said a little feebly: "I can't communicate with any natural creatures here, and there is no natural energy here, alas."
"Still not working?"
Baiqin on the side is equally powerless. In addition to finding an exit, their hope for escape is to let Xiao Ke sense the existence of natural energy and then follow the energy to leave here.
But the problem is that there is obviously life in this world, but there is no natural energy.
"Are these really life?"
Bai Qin leaned down and gently twisted the orange stamens with her fingers. Feeling the cold touch on her hand, Baiqin was a little puzzled, "It is growing and turning towards the sun, but it is dead and has no biological energy. This makes no sense."
"This world just doesn't make sense."
Xiao Ke jumped on the spot twice, and the somewhat torn red dress instantly let a flash of snow-white shine into Bai Qin's eyes. Just when she was amazed that Xiao Ke had such a big heart at such a young age, Xiao Ke said, "Let's go, it's not the end of the road yet."
"good."
Bai Qin discovered that Xiaoke, a girl, had inspiring attributes. Sometimes, her decadent positivity can easily arouse people's emotions and make them act subconsciously.
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"You know what? I wasn't happy when the Tsarist Empire was founded."
Tsar I patted Evan, who was a little stiff, and his deep voice sounded in the small underground room, "Official documents, documents, and a bunch of idiots holding rare treasures who want to change positions with you. I was originally interested in hunting. I am very interested in martial arts and fighting, but I am bound to the position of emperor by these things until my death."
Evan didn't answer, just stared blankly not far away.
His father lay flat on the ground, blood staining the ground scarlet. The dagger that took away his life was inserted into Herinen's chest, reflecting a coquettish red halo.
His father, Herrinin, died.
Tariq's twenty-fifth emperor died in this underground world.
Evan wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, they turned into a meaningless whoosh. He stared intently at the old man's body on the ground, with only confusion in his eyes.
"My favorite thing at that time was hunting in the Northeast. It was one of the few times that reminded me that I had been a hunter. I still remember that when I was fifty-two years old, I shot a snow dragon. , that thing can spit out sulfuric acid, and I was almost disfigured."
The Tsar I seemed to have thought of the danger at that time, and his tone became sad, "It's a pity that I didn't take the body of the snow dragon back in the end. The old guys in the escort said that it was unlucky, so it was hung in the palace. The gate is not good. You think it’s too much to say that I, the great founding emperor, don’t even have this right?”
The once tall and majestic figure had already become rickety in the day after day of official documents. Only then did Evan realize that the tall figure who was sitting on the emperor's seat, like a god, was already dying.
Yes, my father is sixty-five years old.
Sixty-five years old, with a head full of white hair, the fatigue on his face has always been concealed by majesty. Perhaps, this was the most peaceful time in the life of a man named Helinen.
Wrinkled skin, somewhat sickly fingers, and age spots everywhere. At this time, Evan remembered that his father stopped letting the royal beautician do his makeup after entering the dungeon. Because he does not need to face his subjects here, nor does he need to maintain royal majesty.
He wanted to say something. It was clear that his father, the emperor of the empire, died in front of him, but Evan did nothing or said anything.
He knew that the magic circle was connected to the dungeon's blocking device. Once the device is activated, the dungeon will be isolated from the world unless the brave activates it. Because the use of the blocking device was too important, Herinen only left two launching devices, one in his heart and one in Evan's heart.
But it's obvious that the dagger is at his waist...
At this time, Evan thought that when he left the office, he took away the gun and dagger and put them on his waist. He patted his belt somewhat mechanically, only to find that there was
The place for the dagger was empty.
Yes, my father has always been very handy.
Evan put down his arms numbly, still seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar body in his eyes.
Yes, father.
He is his own father.
"Don't tell me, in my time, I always wanted to build an underground city. It's not that I thought too far ahead, I was only in my twenties or thirties at the time, and I always thought about how handsome and stylish the underground city would be. In the future, Magnum When that old guy comes to my place, I can have a good chat with him. I didn't expect that you guys built it."
Looking at the vast underground air-raid shelter not far away, and tapping the stone above his head, Tsar I smacked his lips and said with some emotion: "You are in a good era. I heard that kid Tariq say, you guys In this era, it seems that no one can starve to death.”
"It's really good. I revolted because my brother and mother both starved to death. My father worked as a slave for me. As a result, the slave owner thought his skull was very beautiful, so he killed him and gave it to an ornamentist. , the bag of wheat was also taken back by his thugs. At that time, I felt that the world was hopeless, so I decided to do the opposite, and I mobilized a group of people to revolt."
"Don't tell me, he looks a bit like Tariq."
Tsar I patted Evan on the shoulder, pointed at Tarik who was praying with his eyes closed not far away, and laughed and said: "This kid has almost the same experience as me, except that he is not as miserable as me. My father died. There is no position left for me, not even a bag of rice."
I don't really want to cry, and I don't have the desire to shout.
It seems to be the voice of Tsar I next to my ears. But there is nothing to care about.
Evan felt that his brain was empty, and he didn't even feel sadness. He just listened silently to the nagging voice of Tsar I, and then looked at the familiar figure.
"Boy."
Suddenly, Tsar I stopped talking. The brief silence made Evan feel a pain in his chest. He turned his head and looked at Tsar I beside him, and a hoarse voice sounded that surprised him.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Ah."
Tsar I laughed inexplicably. He patted Evan's shoulder heavily, and then he looked at the brown rock above his head.
There was still silence in the underground air-raid shelter. Apart from Tariq's faint prayer, the only sound was Evan's own breathing.
The Tsar I crossed his arms. He was no longer as peaceful as before, and his eyes were filled with a familiar light.
"You can't cry."
"I didn't cry when my dad died."
"Emotions are such a fucking thing."
