"There are traitors among us."
Amanysis's face was hidden under the dark night, and she spoke to the true Creator who hung herself upside down next to her.
"The High Dimensional Overlookers do not belong to us in the first place. This is not a betrayal."
The true creator said to the goddess of night in front of him, "For the outer gods in the starry sky, betrayal is a common occurrence. We cannot expect the kindness of the starry sky, even if the high-dimensional overlookers have an inexplicable preference for the earth. "
"..." The goddess of the night was silent for a moment, and beside her was the eternal darkness of the land abandoned by the gods:
"I'm just a little disappointed, Creator - I don't mean the High Dimensional Overlooker, I mean George III."
"You started calling me in the same tone as before." A smile appeared on the face of the true creator, although this smile looked particularly penetrating against the huge blood-red eyes.
"Thousands of years ago, when you were the ancient sun god, I didn't think at first that we came from the same hometown."
"Humans... I saw the transaction between the High-Dimensional Overlooker and George III in a secret state, but the High-Dimensional Overlooker obviously also saw me. George III agreed to the request of the Outer God. He, like us, wanted to seek promotion. Opportunity justifies the means.”
"The High Dimensional Overlooker acquiesced to our surveillance, and I didn't expect that he would actually drag the Fallen Mother Goddess into our camp."
"...It's normal, we're not fundamentally different."
The true creator was silent for two seconds and said to the goddess of night in front of him.
"The little remaining humanity that led him to make such a choice is precisely the inherent malice of humans on the road to becoming gods... Time is running out, and I will try my best to bring the Lord of Storms to justice when I come. Introduce it into the sea to reduce the losses of ordinary people in Backlund."
He lamented.
"Dark night, after entering the state of preparing to come, I will enter a period of madness. The rest will be left to you."
"Okay, during this period I will continue to watch over the High-Dimensional Overlooker to prevent any problems. We must tie the interests of the High-Dimensional Overlooker to us and not allow him to form an alliance with the old world outside the earth. .”
Amanysis stood under the thick darkness, looking up at the starry sky shrouded in clouds.
George III... I can understand your idea of cooperating with outside gods, but what you have done is another step towards pushing mankind into the abyss of destruction...
Thinking of the scene that the high-dimensional overlooker had manifested to him before, the gods who cooperated with the royal family were not only the "original witch", but also the "super star master" who was now outside the world.
But the terms George III paid after secretly communicating with the stars were far more than Backlund... After he agreed to the super star master's request, it was equivalent to handing over the lives of ordinary people on half a continent. "Superstar Master".
George III obtained the support of the Super Star Master at the expense of the Super Star Master's ability to gain a firm foothold on the ground. This was a secret that the High Dimensional Overlooker informed the Night Goddess and allowed the Night Goddess to see with her own eyes.
And this means that half of the human beings on the earth will become numbers in the plan of the super star master, and even the role of anchor will be completely lost.
What would the earth look like if George III became a real god... The goddess of the night frowned, as if she had made some determination.
At the same time, in the monasteries in the southern continent, the atmosphere in the past few days was obviously different.
The few people were bathing in the darkness and seemed to be preparing to talk all night long. Seeing that the surroundings were a little too dark, a fiery red figure sitting at the front with an arrogant posture snapped his fingers. In an instant, brilliant firelight appeared around a few "people", illuminating them. human face.
The "person" at the head was none other than Medici. On his rather handsome cheek, there were two talismans stuck on the two mouths that originally belonged to Sauron and Einhorn, making them unable to make a sound.
In the corner of the spell, there are two lines of words:
"This charm is lovingly sponsored by the Overlookers."
"The alliance between gods is unbreakable!"
Sitting on the left side of Medici is a rather quiet man - he is said to be a man, but in fact his cheeks are quite beautiful and he has a quiet feminine temperament.
Silver hair was spread out on His back, and these scattered hair flowed to the ground, like a river made of mercury.
He is the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroleus!
Ourolius looked at Medici in front of him without any expression on his face.
At this time, Ourolius was only wearing a simple linen robe, but he showed the most holy appearance among everyone.
Of course, among the few people, the only one with a more holy aura than Ourolius was Mr. A, who was wearing a white robe, with his exposed chin as beautiful and enchanting as a woman.
At this time, Mr. A was standing opposite the two of them, with his head lowered and humbly following behind Megoose, who had a kind and gentle look on her face. Megoose was sitting quietly, also beside Megoose. , Standing next to Mr. A is the little girl Aiya wearing a close-fitting nun uniform.
Although Aiya is still young, she has now become a "Secret Prayer" because of her previous experience in a gang and Mr. A's careful training. Now the children in the entire monastery are basically managed by her.
She looked at Ourolius and Medici who were chatting, and did not disturb the conversation of the two angels. She just silently held the lamp in her hand and stood there motionless.
"Come on, come on, don't stand there, A." Medici looked at the two of them and said to him impatiently. After receiving the order from War Angel, Mr. A pulled up a chair from the side and sat down.
When Medici's eyes turned to Aiya behind Mr. A, Aiya sat down obediently. Seeing the scene in front of him, Medici nodded with satisfaction and patted his hands gently.
“The Lord has come.”
There was a hint of sharpness in his flame-like eyes, just like the flames of war that once galloped across the earth, full of terrifying aggression.
Ourolius, who was sitting next to him, looked at Medici in front of him quietly, still making no expression.
"Your Excellency Megoose." Medici's movements were slightly restrained, and he looked at Megoose in front of him with rare serious eyes:
"You should already know that the child you are carrying is the child of the Lord - even though you do not believe in the Lord."
"I will give birth to him." Megoos gently stroked her belly and said to Medici in front of her:
"Please don't worry, Lord War Angel... He is my child. I don't believe in Him, but I love Him."
The red figure was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly:
"The big snake and I will protect you until the Lord is born smoothly. You have to be prepared. For the Lord... maybe there will be gods from enemy countries to disrupt the Lord's coming."
"He is my child, Lord War Angel." Megoos repeated her words: "You don't need to say more, I will do my best to protect him."
"I was able to leave my hometown and my family for him. Even if someone didn't want him to be born, I would use my life to protect him."
"……good."
Medici nodded slightly, feeling a little doubtful and worried in his heart. But soon, the slightest worry was washed away by the fire in his heart. He gently touched the rose beside him with his hand and crushed it into pieces.
He continued to talk to the two of them, arranging as detailed a response as possible for them at this time. Ourolius on the side turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes seemed to transcend the limitations of space and saw a sudden change in the possibility of destiny.
"Backlund."
Ourolius murmured softly, his voice was so small that even Medici beside him did not hear it.
On the distant ocean, a ship has approached Backlund. The pitch-black night dyed the sea into deep darkness like ink. Under the cover of night, the firelight exposed in Backlund's factories that worked all night were like terrifying ghosts.
Triss stood in the captain's cabin, looking at Backlund in front of her with a gloomy expression.
There was a sea chart spread out in front of her, and standing next to her was a young man wearing a sailor's uniform.
This young man was Edsac, just Edsac.
Looking at Triss who was busy next to him, Edsac opened his mouth and wrote something more in his notebook.
"What are you doing?" Triss moved her eyes away from the map and looked at Prince Qian next to her. Edsac was stunned for a moment, then closed the book with his right hand and replied:
"I'm writing some journal entries."
"Diary?" Triss looked at Edsac in front of her as if she were a fool: "Is there really a normal person who can write a diary? Are you not afraid that what you write will be divined?"
"..." Edsac sighed: "I'm just writing about my experience."
"Experience?" Triss smiled "haha" and taunted Edsac in front of her: "Yes, it is indeed a good legend that the fallen prince became a pirate - you also want to be an actor, or A famous writer?"
"..."
Edsac was silent for a moment, and then said to Triss in front of him: "I will return to Backlund, one day."
"Are you still unwilling to give up?" Triss looked at Prince Edsac in front of her and said to him: "You want to take back your destiny from the hands of His Highness the Overlooker? Come on, it's impossible, you His fate is completely different from before.”
"And if something is lost, it is lost. You can't get it back just because you want it back."
After saying that, Triss sneered: "What's the use of returning to Backlund? Did your good father finally let you go, and you still want to go back and be his pawn?"
"...No." Prince Edsac was silent for a moment and said to Triss beside him. He clenched his fists and opened the diary in front of him with his hands. He stared at the handwriting he had written one by one, and gently touched his diary with his hands:
"I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"What my father did was wrong. The Augustus family should be the guardians of the Loen Kingdom, not the tyrants like my father." Edsac's tone was quite sad, as if he was remembering the various scenes he had seen before. :
"Backlund now has the largest population of workers, but the sales volume of the goods they produce is not as good as Trier; factory owners and nobles collude to oppress the people; the price of grain is constantly rising, and we eat food imported from foreign countries. Food, but ignoring the life and death of farmers..."
"You are no longer from the Augustus family." Triss reminded: "You are just a pirate wandering around the sea now - do you still want to overthrow the Kingdom of Loen and lead the people to resist the royal family?"
"Commoners cannot resist the royal family."
Edsac shook his head: "However, with His Highness the Overlooker here, we may be able to establish a qualified leader in the Kingdom of Loen, and let this leader lead mankind to a better life - Sequence 0, Extraordinary paths of blasphemy, I never knew them before.”
"Oh, then I wish you success." Triss waved her hand and walked out gracefully: "I want to be promoted, I want to change back to a man - you want to protect the people, I just want to I live a better life, but I am different, I long for war, I want to win."
"...You live a comfortable life.
"Prince Edsac looked at Triss who was walking outside, and couldn't help but have a trace of depression on his face. But soon, he regained his composure and looked at Backlund, who was shrouded in clouds not far away.
"I'm back, Backlund."
He said softly and walked towards the cabin. Lying quietly in the cabin was a dark cross coffin. There were a large number of talismans flashing with fine lines on this coffin, completely sealing the atmosphere in the coffin.
In the gaps between these fine lines, rich darkness flows in the air, and it seems that monsters are breeding in the darkness.
Looking at the blackness in front of him, Edsac couldn't help but feel an echo of despair in his heart.
That was the despair rooted in Backlund.
Just seeing this darkness, Edsac felt a sense of depravity rising from the bottom of his heart. A clear flash of light flashed across, making him wake up again.
Edsac took a deep breath, and with some difficulty lifted the wooden board above the coffin, his eyes dazed for a moment. Then he glanced at the void with some surprise, recited the honorable name of the one looking down in his heart, and then opened the "light curtain" he had just obtained and started recording.
"Dimension Walker Edsac Records."
"Time: December 12, 1349, coordinates: Backlund Beach."
"Now begin to carry out the mission of His Highness the Overlooker."
"After 12 rated hours, 'Anomaly 014' is liberated!"
Note:
"Abnormal 014" nettaped a quasi-sealed object with big eyes, a magical item, and an active anomaly.
(End of chapter)
