Chapter 8 Backlund welcomes you

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"Let's go, we have to leave now." Gao Wei closed the book in his hand and said to Mr. Z: "The Lord's oracle, next the pagans will search for members of the Aurora Society in Tingen. As a bishop, you can't Exposed.”

"Yes." Mr. Z knew the importance of the oracle, and became more convinced of Gao Wei as the favored one while learning new doctrines about God, so he quickly went up to prepare things. Gao Wei sat quietly on the sofa by the fireplace, staring into the void with quiet and distant eyes.

Klein woke up from his bed and saw a circle of serious-looking Nighthawks surrounding him. Dunn stood beside Klein's bed, with a serious and worried look on his face. Klein woke up slowly, with some pain still lingering in his mind. He stared blankly at the Nighthawks around him, but couldn't help but groan because of the pain in his mind.

"Klein, don't move around now. You are very likely to be 'contaminated' like Old Neil. Tell me, what did you see before you finally asked me for help?" Dunn Smith held down Klein. His shoulders made him unable to move. Klein reluctantly endured the headache and opened his eyes, and found that in addition to a few familiar Nighthawks sitting beside his bed, there was also a man wearing a trench coat, covering his chin and lips with the stand-up collar of the trench coat sitting on the chair.

Dunn noticed Klein's gaze and explained to him: "This is the Sword of the Goddess, His Excellency Creste Sesima. Klein, fortunately you warned us in time and allowed us to take control." It is not easy for a new Beyonder to kill Old Neil who is about to lose control. However, we cannot let the hidden dangers remain within the Nighthawks. Old Neil has been contaminated by the Hidden Sage. We cannot I hope you also..."

Old Neil? Klein suddenly remembered the scene he saw before he fell into coma. Roses bloomed on top of the dark inverted cross, entangled in those extremely indifferent eyes with seemingly fragile branches. And when the reverse cross and those eyes were entangled with each other, an eyeball emerged from the sky, and an uppercut smashed those indifferent eyes - what kind of scene is this?

Klein shook his head, threw away the complicated thoughts in his mind and said, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was particularly hoarse: "After Old Neil helped me prepare the potion, I drank it - —I quickly became an Beyonder and mastered spiritual vision with the help of Old Neil. But when I used my spiritual vision to observe my surroundings, I discovered that there was a pair of cold eyes behind Old Neil!"

"Then I just shouted to Old Neil..."

"That's the Hidden Sage. According to the tests in the temple, it's him who has contaminated Mr. Neil." Dunn said in a deep voice, while Crested Sesima, who was sitting next to him, motioned to Klein to continue. Go down. Klein nodded and continued to recall what he had seen before. He recounted what the reverse cross and the eyes had done to the Hidden Sage's gaze, leaving the Nighthawks present in a daze.

Nothing else, it's just that Klein's description of "the uppercut eyeball blew out the Hidden Sage with one punch" was so graphic that even the Nighthawks present did not react. Cresty thought that he had been a senior deacon for many years. What big scenes had he not seen? What, you said that the Hidden Sage was punched in the eyeball and his eyes were blown out?

I have never seen this scene before.

"...No problem, Dunn. At present, it seems that your team members have no traces of being contaminated by the Hidden Sage or other gods. However, to be cautious, I still need to confirm whether his personality has been damaged due to the previous pollution on Old Neil. Change—Considering the possible existence and deep-hidden contamination of the Hidden Sage and the True Creator, please go out first, I need to test him alone.”

Crestel Sesima opened the silver suitcase at her feet and took out the sacred object "The Sword of the Goddess" that she had contracted. The sword gave off a faint light in his hand, forming a spiritually enclosed area around it. Looking at Crestel's cautious style, Klein couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency Sesima, may I ask if the pollution on Old Neil and I... is serious?"

"Old Neil was only contaminated by the Hidden Sage, and has now been sent to Backlund's church for treatment - but unfortunately, even if he does not have any sequelae, he may not be able to continue to hold his current position. , may be arranged to become a priest in the church, and we can also better understand the changes in him. As for the pollution on your body, I am preparing to test it now - after all, all this happened after you became an extraordinary person. .”

Crestel Sesima asked casually: "Klein, what do you think of the evil god 'True Creator'?"

I was in a dream! Is this a way to detect whether I have been deeply contaminated? Klein's pupils dilated slightly, looking for the most authentic answer in his heart.

A reverse cross, a pair of cold but obviously dull eyes, and a dark mass of twinkling stars were suspended behind Klein, looking at him. They lurked behind shadows, curtains, and secrecy, watching Klein as if wanting to hear his answer.

The high-dimensional Overlooker threw away another incarnation with great disgust that was corroded by the scattered power of the true Creator in the land abandoned by the gods. He picked through the flesh and blood on the ground and reluctantly put together an incarnation that was relatively resistant to erosion. body of. Two light curtains flashed in front of Him. One light curtain was very large, suspended in front of the true Creator and the high-dimensional overlooker, and the scene around Klein was played on it.

The other light curtain was only as tall as a person, appearing like a speck of dust next to the true Creator. What emerged from this light curtain was a woman whose face was covered with a dark veil. She quietly stared at Klein in the light curtain, seemingly not paying attention to the horrific scene of flesh and blood tumbling under her feet.

"It was you who polluted the Hidden Sage, Outer God." Amanisis said to the high-dimensional overlooker calmly, but there was no trace of hostility towards the high-dimensional overlooker. The high-dimensional overlooker sneered, rubbed a pair of cold and dull eyes in his hands, and poured the ever-expanding high-dimensional knowledge into his body. Through this connection, the body of the Hidden Sage permeates along the network cable. Probably for a while, the title of Hidden Sage will have to be changed.

Even well-digested gods like the Black Emperor and senior quasi-gods like Mr. "Gate" will be controlled by the pollution of the fallen mother goddess, and this old one now does not even have a complete source of his own. But if the two hidden sages of the true gods faced off against the high-dimensional overlooker who was the incarnation of the source material, the outcome could be imagined.

"What's the use of saying these words, Goddess of the Night? Ah, no, according to the custom of the old earth, I should call you like this: Amanisis. Ah, Amanisis, Amanisis. You are accusing me here of polluting the Hidden Sage, but you dare not go to war with me. You asking me this is like asking yourself: You are now projecting your will into the land abandoned by the gods to talk to me, an alien god. Does it mean you want to betray the earth?"

The high-dimensional overlooker sneered: "Just because I am an outer god? Amanisis, there is a limit to self-deception: the demon wolf with the soul of the old human being stuffed in its body, and the human being selected by the source of matter to become an outer god. —You and I are not fundamentally different.”

"At least we have no differences in the choice of the Lord of Mysteries. You are different from other outer gods in this regard. It is difficult for God's competition to be born before the end. For the safety of the earth, we must have a pillar. Looking down from Gao Gao Dimension At least you don't want to destroy the earth." Amanisis said, her face was shrouded in a dark veil, making it impossible to see her true expression. The true Creator was hanging upside down on the cross and remained silent, as if he was controlling his madness. The high-dimensional overlooker said:

"Adam is working with you."

"The secret he supports is Amon." Amanisis said: "I don't believe in him, nor do I believe in Amon. But at least until Adam becomes a visionary, I will not oppose him. He needs war to make himself To complete the ritual of becoming a god, I need to take advantage of the opportunities this war brings to us."

"You're right, He is so much like the God of Heaven. Do you believe that if Amon becomes a secret, everyone in the world will wear monocles and become puppets? Amanisis, you are not the old man, I can see your past and future:" The high-dimensional overlooker made his avatar squirm a little, and said to the goddess of night in front of him: "You have always been good at taking sides. This is something you accumulated at work when you were still a human. Do you have any experience? Whether it is Redemption Rose or the current mysterious candidate, you have never missed a choice."

"The High-Dimensional Overlooker." Amanissis said calmly to the High-Dimensional Overlooker: "You were once a human being, and you experienced that era just like us."

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Gao Wei looked down in confusion.

"When you were still a human, did you ever consider dying alone?"

"Why are you attacking me personally!"

The True Creator looked at the two gods and was silent. He sighed and showed the limit of a science and engineering man: "But I remember... you said when you followed me... Amanisis, you didn't get married back then..."

"Ah, he's gone."

Gao Wei opened his eyes and walked out of the train station with Mr. Z beside him. But when Gao Wei saw the disguised Aurora Society messengers that Mr. Z recognized, the corners of his mouth still twitched. The envoys held huge signs in their hands, with a few letters crookedly written on them in ink:

Mr. Abraham, Welcome to Backlund!