The gray mist surged and squirmed, forming a barrier again, and Clyde's body trembled and fell to the ground.
"I don't want it to happen a second time." Joey's cold voice sounded from all directions in the hall, full of holiness and majesty.
"I obey your orders" they both responded in unison.
The mental attack from the crazy whisper disappeared, and Clyde finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Under this situation, he didn't dare to make any more arrogant actions. His curiosity could not be vented, so he could only turn his attention to Helena.
"Mr. Hermit, I want to know how to digest the potion as quickly as possible." After saying this, she paused and continued cautiously: "What do I need to pay?"
She knew that every gift from the gods had a price tag. They are moody, sometimes even like a naughty child, and sometimes they become cruel and bloodthirsty tyrants, killing without mercy.
"This method is well known in Senegal. Could it be that the information of people outside has been blocked? Why did the Seven Gods block the information?" Joey was very puzzled.
But after thinking about it, I understood the reason. The population of Senegal is already sparse. If you want to explore the way out, you need a large number of extraordinary people. And outside, the population is unknown. If it is not controlled, many people will appear. It would be a large number of extraordinary beings, but countless mythical creatures out of control.
"Miss Rabbit, this is a very good question," Joey said excitedly.
If he proposes something beyond his capabilities, his status may be in jeopardy.
He was silent, waiting for time to pass, and then slowly spoke. As a god, isn't it normal for his beloved to wait?
"Perform, digest, integrate"
Helena savored these three words carefully, paused for a moment, and suddenly realized.
Clyde on the side had the same expression.
It turns out that this is the key to the advanced sequence. I seem to have heard the secret blocked by the Church of the Seven Gods. This hermit is probably an existence no less than the Seven Gods.
She was a smart woman and quickly understood the key to acting.
As a peace officer, you have to fully step into the role and play into it.
No wonder I feel that most of the potion in my body has been consumed during this period. It turns out to be because of the acting method. If this continues, it may take me less than 3 years to digest the side effects of the potion.
"Mr. Hermit, what do I need to pay?"
"Officer Rabbit seems very nervous. Am I that scary?" Joey thought for a moment, then said softly:
"You can tell me some secret events after the First Age, such as...the fog?"
Hidden events after the First Age, could this person come from the distant Calamity Age? Clyde looked calm on the surface, but he was actually very nervous inside.
The Seven Gods are the gods that only emerged in the Second Age. In the Age of Disaster, they were even the lowest-ranking gods. Clyde couldn't imagine how terrifying this person was.
He likes to hear secret stories, and maybe I can find help to get rid of the virus.
Clyde made up his mind, but did not rush to speak, but waited quietly.
Helena didn't understand what the so-called secret incident meant for a while, but soon an idea flashed in her mind.
Regarding heavy fog, isn’t there an incident recently? Then she organized her words and spoke slowly:
"The 'Color of Stars' comes from the indescribable depths of the starry sky. It is rumored that it came to Chernobyl at the end of the first era. It polluted a large area of land. Plants no longer grew, and all living creatures mutated. Living in Chernobyl, The civilians in Nobel were affected and became crazy, their bodies mutated, their health declined, and they eventually died in a mysterious way."
"That night, the branches of all the trees moved towards the starry sky, and the indescribable colors were pulled upwards in the face of the stars and disappeared into the sky. What they showed was irregular mist."
Speaking of this, Helena was filled with anxiety. She didn't know whether that person liked this secret, and she didn't know the details.
"Well, this information is very interesting."
Joey looks calm on the surface, but in fact he is already turbulent inside.
Senegal is most likely the Chernobyl that Helena refers to. It pollutes the earth, takes away vitality, and makes plants unable to grow. Everything corresponds to that.
In other words, the cause of Senagaal's current tragic situation is because of his 'Color of Stars'.
And what's more urgent is that now it seems that the one has come again, and this will be an unprecedented disaster.
"Go on" Joey responded with an indifferent voice.
Helena lowered her head uneasily and replied with a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hermit, I don't know much. I hope you can give me a chance. I will collect information about the 'Color of Stars' when I go back."
go back? We can still go back. Doesn’t this person want our souls? Clyde's heart, which had been tense until this moment, finally let go.
This seems not to be the evil god in the rumors, but more like an ancient god who is a relative.
"Officer Rabbit seems to be afraid of me all the time. That's not okay." Joey thought, it was time to change their view of gods.
"You can think of this as a..."
After a pause, he continued: "In the story symposium, you can speak freely. I like to be a listener and will not have any influence on you."
I just didn’t say it, I won’t do anything to you, please tell me all the information quickly.
"New friend, you should introduce yourself. Of course, you can also choose your own code name, like this, Ms. Rabbit"
Code name? Clyde secretly chuckled.
Pirates like them, who have official wanted orders, are most afraid of having their identities exposed.
Only then did he discover that there was a cute rabbit carved on Helena's seat.
His eyes wandered and finally settled on the chair carved with snakes.
Helena pursed her lips and chuckled: "It's really suitable for you, Viper."
Clyde bowed.
"Mr. Hermit, I have a secret here that you might like."
"continue!"
After receiving approval, Clyde slowly spoke.
Then he recounted what the fleet had encountered at sea before, and finally asked cautiously:
"Mr. Hermit, can I pray for your purification?"
Although Clyde was uneasy, he had to make this request because after all, his life was at stake.
Joey was still thinking about how to refuse while maintaining his dignity. There is no way, he is a Sequence 9, and the purification ability that comes with it is an ability that only Sequence 3 angels have.
As a god, do you need an explanation?
unnecessary?
Joey pretended to be profound and did not respond.
Helena kept frowning and was silent for a moment before speaking:
"I think I can be of some help to you."
Although he did not receive the gift from that person, Clyde was still very fortunate to be able to get help from another aspect.
Joey, who was hanging on the high seat, could barely maintain his position and clapped his hands in applause.
"Well done, Officer Rabbit, you are the one who opened my mouth."
As a descendant of a noble family, Helena once had access to some in-depth historical information. Although she was young at that time, she had forgotten many things.
But she happened to have memories of the things Clyde mentioned.
"The island you encountered is most likely R'lyeh. It is a gathering place for deep divers. The one among you should be a virus. The solution to this disease is actually very simple."
When speaking of this, Helena hesitated.
Clyde thought that the other party wanted to ask for compensation, so he offered his own price without hesitation: "I can pay the compensation."
As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards the endless gray fog, "We can ask Mr. Hermit to be a witness."
What am I witnessing? How can you exchange rewards for one thing and the other?
etc! Aren’t gods able to absorb things through sacrifice? Should I try it too?
Rabbit Helena didn't want to say it, not because she was asking for reward, but because that method was cruel.
Seeing the other party's hesitation, Clyde immediately said: "I can pay for a portion of the Sheriff's potion formula."
Sheriff is Sequence 8 of the Arbitrator pathway, which is exactly what Helena needs.
He had already guessed the other party's identity from Helena's clothes, and various signs indicated that the other party's rank would not be very high.
Facts also proved that Clyde guessed correctly.
Helena struggled, and finally she sighed: "The deep divers believe in the mother goddess Hydra. You have plundered wealth, and you must sacrifice a beautiful woman to appease His anger."
Hydra?
How could Clyde, who often walked on the sea, not hear this honorific? What was strange to him was that Helena dared to call him by his first name.
Helena seemed to see the other party's doubts, and then explained:
"There is Mr. Hermit here, we should not have any scruples."
As she spoke, she bowed deeply to the endless gray mist.
The honorable name of Hydra is the mother goddess from the depths of the sea, the owner of storms and lightning, and the ruler of all schools of fish.
Clyde never thought that one day he would be able to call Poseidon by his true name.
He readily gave the Sheriff's potion formula, and finally respectfully asked Joey, who was in the upper hand position: "Mr. Hermit can serve as a witness. This potion is absolutely authentic and there will be no deception."
Joey felt happy that he got a potion recipe for nothing. As for whether it is true or not, who knows, this time it is yours to make no profit, and I will not lose. There is a problem, it's your dose problem, it has nothing to do with Mr. Hermit.
"Okay, sir and madam, that's it for this party."
"Okay, Mr. Hermit"
. . . .
As the figure faded, the two people left the Round Table Hall.
Joey did not leave in a hurry, but dispersed the gray fog and walked to the twelve round tables.
"It seems that I need a trumpet. I have something to talk to. As a god, Mr. Hermit cannot speak. That is not conducive to the consolidation of his personality."
Thinking like this, the gray mist squirmed and quickly formed a shadow. He was not tall and had a common face, which was very different from Joey.
"Hello"
"Hello!"
The two looked at each other, and Joey was very satisfied.
"Sure enough, I can do many incredible things here."
"So, what identity should I choose for you?"
His eyes swept across the twelve chairs one by one.
"The Rabbit is from Isamot, and the Viper is from Las Vegas. He seems to be a pirate. This trumpet must have a certain right to speak, and his status cannot be too low."
Twelve seats correspond to twelve animals.
If a small vest wants to be a spokesperson, it must be ranked high.
"Just call your name Canglong! Dongfang Qinglong, Canglong Qisu"
After solving the trumpet matter, Joey's consciousness returned to its original form and began to think about issues related to sacrifice.
Facts have proved that above the gray fog, he does have some god-like authority, which means that prayers and sacrifices can exist. What we need to consider now is how to accurately position it so as not to be grafted onto other gods.
"To a certain extent, I seem to control luck and good luck. As far as this world is concerned, I do not exist in this world. The first era has been reduced to ashes and history has been annihilated."
"The master of disaster and fortune,
Witness of the torrent of history,
The hermit who returns from the old days,
The great being above the ashes"
After confirming the honorific name, Joey began to prepare candles, food, drinks, and a rag doll, which was the only thing on site.
"Should I prepare a gesture, embracing the sky like the sun god, or drawing a circle with the left hand like the night goddess? Or walking four steps backwards? Forget it, special gestures can easily make people take advantage of loopholes, so let's meditate on the honorary name. Even if the honorific name is leaked, outsiders will It’s also difficult to complete the ceremony.”
Joey started chanting the honorable name, not to mention, it was quite embarrassing.
After reciting the chant, he recited it silently again. Suddenly, an endless gray mist surged in front of his eyes. He also felt something in his heart, something was pulling him.
His consciousness drifted into the gray mist, and then he answered his prayer. Then something incredible happened. The body left outside actually appeared in the Round Table Hall.
The spirit body and the physical body appeared at the same time. It was like he was facing a mirror, but the body opposite had no expression on his face.
Soon, he discovered that something was wrong. The skin on his body began to crack, and there was a tendency to burst. Horns appeared on his head, his eyes became scarlet, and his teeth became sharp. This was completely the state of a mythical creature's mutation.
"not good"
He hurriedly returned his body to reality, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the changes in the myth had stopped.
"It seems that it can only exist in the form of a spiritual body."
After several more tests, he found that dead objects could accept sacrifices. Although they could not accommodate living people, he was already very satisfied with the results.
It can accommodate dead objects, which means that items can be exchanged in the future. In this way, the channels for obtaining potions and medicinal materials have been greatly broadened.
Another point is that the sacrifice requires him to respond above the gray mist. Without feedback, the target of the sacrifice cannot locate here.
Let’s talk about Clyde.
Consciousness returned, and the person returned to the boat. In his ears, he could hear the screams of his companions in pain.
He got up with difficulty, whispered a few words in the ears of several crew members who were still in good condition, and then staggered towards the inner warehouse. After a while, a graceful lady was dragged out. Her clothes were half unbuttoned, her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were full of affection. , this is the captain's woman.
With everyone stunned, Clyde threw the woman into the sea without hesitation. Soon, a sturdy middle-aged man chased her out. He was the captain and the strongest person on the pirate ship. Sequence Seven, Navigator.
"Clyde, don't you want your urinal head anymore? What are you doing?"
Perhaps because of the high sequence, the captain was in better condition than everyone else when he was attacked by the virus.
"Captain, you are old and no longer suitable to control this ship. Follow your beauty and go to hell together."
Once you have decided to do something, you have to do it, just like a poisonous snake, showing its fangs, either the enemy will die, or you will die.
"Hands on"
Clyde gave an order, and everyone who was still able to move was dispatched. As the navigator of Sequence Seven, a big pirate who could act arrogantly on the sea, he went to see the God of Death without any explanation.
The body was thrown into the sea and was quickly eaten by sharks.
A thin-faced crew member asked in a low voice:
"Clyde, is this really okay?"
Clyde raised his voice and said loudly: "I received a warning from the gods. It was the woman who offended the sea. Only by sacrificing her can the anger be appeased."
When the crew members thought about it, they landed on the island because of the woman's bewitchment of the captain. In addition, the lesions on their bodies were gradually disappearing at this time, so most of them believed Clyde's words.
Clyde Phoenix successfully took control of this pirate ship, of course, with the help of his unfounded identity as a god scroller.
Although I don't want to admit it, there are no innocent people at sea. Although that woman was robbed and boarded the ship on the surface, she secretly murdered countless people and finally boarded the ship when she had no other choice.
For this kind of person, if it were not for his identity, he would have died countless times.
