The blood stains on the floor seemed to come alive. Along the wall, the ground began to squirm, following Naomi and gathering towards Joey.
The door, the only exit, was like a bloody mouth that wanted to tear Joey apart.
Joey did not run away impatiently and did not dare to show any actions that might irritate the other party. Instead, he carefully comforted:
"Naomi, please don't get excited. Let's take it slow, okay? The ceremony also requires preparation, right?"
Naomi's expression of wanting to devour someone suddenly stopped and turned into one of ecstasy, and those tentacles seemed to be dancing with her emotions.
"Mr. Creevey, can you comb my hair?"
Naomi looked at Joey longingly and said shyly: "Erich used to comb my hair."
Looking at the wriggling tentacles on her head, Joey felt his stomach churning and almost vomited it out.
But before he could react, a tentacle was placed on his shoulder.
Joey's whole body was stiff, and the smooth touch reminded him of some kind of mollusk.
As he got closer, Naomi's originally shy face suddenly turned cold, and she stared at him with a cunning look.
"It's broken?" Joey was shocked.
With a sharp voice, Naomi laughed loudly: "Crevi, you can't lie to me. You want to inform the church. They will tie me to a cross and burn me with fire, right?"
"It's useless. I've seen your plan a long time ago and I won't let you succeed."
The tentacles bound to his body changed from one to several, wrapping him tightly.
The suffocation feeling gradually came from the chest, making people unable to breathe.
Due to lack of oxygen, her vision gradually became blurred, and Naomi's face was shaking in front of her eyes like a double image.
Joey saw that he was about to be dragged into the room, and then he shouted for help with his remaining strength:
This house is located in the center of the inner city. Logically speaking, any movement would alert the surrounding people or the patrolling knights.
But it was strange now, as if the whole world had fallen into silence, and no matter how Joey called for help, no one paid attention.
He even began to suspect that this might not be the real imperial city, and that he might still be in the basement.
Joey was angry at his carelessness, and even more angry at himself for not being vigilant. Why did he think that the sealed object was death without advanced thinking.
The feeling of suffocation made his cries for help get smaller and smaller. Everything in his sight seemed to be frozen, and his thinking became slower and slower.
With the last remaining shred of consciousness, he tried to move his gaze in one direction, as if he wanted to catch something at the end.
The door is like an insurmountable gap.
A gentle female voice suddenly came to my ears:
"Huh? That's strange. Shouldn't you be praying for that person's help now?"
"Above the ashes, a spark ignites"
"Coming back and forth in the torrent of history"
"The hermit who returns from the past"
"I seem to remember this part of the name. If you don't pray, will you die?"
. . .
who? 0-09? He is like a 'person' with a complete mind. He has been influencing me. Why do he do this? Do you want to find that place through me?
The sudden sound echoed in his ears, and Joey was really startled. A sealed object that could talk was simply unbelievable.
According to the general history records, sealed objects are just an extraordinary characteristic. They only have their own laws and conservation rules. They can only be used according to the rules. They are not objects that can think independently.
Just like 0-013, despite trying to please Joey in every possible way, he can only use his abilities within the rules. He cannot act independently and can only use contracts or the principle of equal exchange.
In the final analysis, sealed objects are more like codes, codes that can get out of control if you are not careful.
At this time, the voice spoke again:
"Strange, am I reading it wrong? Let me see quickly, this thing must be very interesting, Lucky Master, there is a very interesting way."
"I seem to know someone who has the power of good luck. Oh no, I should call him 'him' now."
Not 0-09? Absolutely not!
Joey's firm guess was strange. It seemed that since the voice appeared, the tentacles that bound his body seemed to have lost their power, giving him a moment of respite.
0-09 There has always been a place abandoned by the gods. Joey can guess who is the so-called master of good luck. Helena has mentioned it.
The goddess of light, Isabella.
She is a symbol of good luck and good health.
These powers were only possessed by her after she was promoted to the True God. During the period when the God-Forsaken Land existed, Isabella was only an archangel, and 0-09 would not honor her as 'He'.
Thinking of this, Joey felt like a thunder exploded in his heart.
An outsider, a person from the outside, actually came to Senagal. Since the fall of the sun god, this may be the first time in thousands of years that an outsider has entered the land abandoned by the god.
"Okay, now tell me, who does that honorable name refer to?" The voice seemed to come from all directions, everything around him came to a standstill, and Joey couldn't even move his eyes.
"Oh! Sorry, I forgot, you can't speak now, forgive my carelessness." As these words fell, Joey found that he could move and regained control of his body.
Naomi's body is still frozen, and the things in this space seem to be covered by some special power, and the only one who can move is one person.
Who on earth would target such a small person like him?
Joey began to try to analyze from another angle:
The Round Table Hall is his biggest secret, and this person's purpose is probably why he came here.
Since he said that he knew Isabella, one of the Seven Gods, it also proved that he was either a believer in the Seven Gods or a transcendent being with a very high sequence.
It is impossible for a low-sequence person to enter the Land Abandoned by the Gods, and they do not have the strength to do so. It is even less possible for them to mention the True God without the slightest respect, but rather like the ridicule of an old acquaintance.
An extraordinary person who can contact the true God enters the place abandoned by God and finds him inexplicably. No matter who looks at it, this is a dead end that cannot be solved.
The fact that she dared to appear here unscrupulously showed that she was not afraid of the demigods in the imperial city.
This conjecture made Joey look pale.
He suppressed the fear coming from the depths of his soul, and his chaotic thinking was so exhausting that he couldn't even tell whether the place he existed now was the real world.
The only good thing is that the other party didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack him.
There was still room for negotiation without directly killing him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, opened his mouth and asked softly:
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and Joey's vision was blurred. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on a chair. He just glanced around, and he was completely frozen in place.
"sun···"
His body couldn't stop shaking.
The sky is no longer gray. A dazzling and warm sun hangs high in the sky. As far as the eye can see, there is a blue sea. The sea breeze blows gently on his face, making Joey feel the long-lost memories.
Opposite me, I don’t know when, there was another person, an incredibly beautiful woman.
With long golden hair and blue eyes, she seemed to have stepped out of a painting. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked very elegant. The simple long skirt exuded a noble aura when she wore it.
She was looking at Joey with a smile, and the cup in her hand was steaming. Judging from the smell, it should be coffee.
In the previous life, Western aristocratic women should have been like this.
In an instant, we arrived at a strange scene. It was not scary. What was frightening was that this place was not Senegal.
Facing the woman with a warm face, Joey's heart couldn't stop trembling.
He spoke carefully:
"Are you the 'Color of Stars'?"
The woman opposite took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, arched her eyebrows, pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and said:
"No, he is not me, but I can be him"
As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the void. Suddenly, a colorful mist was caught in her hand. She seemed to be playing with a toy. The mist transformed into different shapes in her hands.
The Color of Stars, in its weakest form, is also an alien god from the starry sky, but in the hands of this woman, it is like a plaything.
It was difficult for Joey to maintain his composure, staring directly at the opposite side with a fearful look.
"Don't be so afraid, it's very simple, I just let him think that I am his kind"
"Meet Nurmaimaiti Plato"
Joey opened his mouth, feeling extremely depressed.
Is it time to introduce yourself now?
Without waiting for Joey to respond, she smiled and then said: "Joy Creevey"
"Don't be nervous, I just captured a little thought from you."
. . . This is very much like the induction of a psychiatrist. The only difference is that he does not need me to answer. He only needs to ask questions and get the answers from me.
Joey's spirit was greatly shaken, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the deep feeling of powerlessness made him feel extremely anxious.
Maimaiti pushed up her glasses, turned her head to look at him, and said with a slight smile:
"True God? Angel? One of the Seven Gods? Are you curious about my identity?"
Joey found that the thoughts in his mind would be intercepted by the other party as long as they came together. This made him feel that there was no cover on his body and he was completely exposed.
He tried hard to restrain himself from thinking about the Round Table Hall, the Lord of Ashes.
Nurmaimaiti Plato is like an intellectual working woman, and you will always feel a confident and full temperament in her.
"Ashes, Starfire, Hermit!" She looked at Joey with a smile, as if she wanted to use these intercepted words to guide the expansion of her thoughts.
Joey couldn't help but start to spread his thoughts towards the Round Table Hall.
"On top of the ashes, light a spark"
Every time she uttered a word, Joey's heart dropped uncontrollably.
In my ears, the familiar sound of crazy murmuring gradually sounded.
Without him responding to the prayer in the Round Table Hall, he could accurately locate her just through one-sided chanting, which showed that the status of the woman in front of him was higher than he imagined.
As soon as Joey had the idea of refusing to respond, he quickly fell into self-denial.
It was obviously the first time they met, but Nurmaimaiti in front of him gave him the feeling of an old friend meeting belatedly.
It was a feeling of family, friend, and relative, which made him unable to have the thought of rejecting the other person.
His emotions are being assimilated, and his subconscious is being tampered with.
Joey once again experienced the fear from those in high positions and from the unknown.
Nurmaimaiti pursed her lips and smiled, and her voice of chanting prayers did not stop.
Endless darkness came and enveloped the two of them, and in their ears were the dark and crazy murmurs coming from the ground.
The gray mist was like an invisible big hand, suddenly appearing from the void, covering the two of them, trying to pull them to a certain space.
"No, the body can't go in!" In panic, Joey discovered a terrible thing. The gray mist, this time, was not dragging his spiritual consciousness in, but was trying to drag his real body in.
We have learned from past experiences that the body can only exist for a short time in that world.
He was not sure whether he could control himself after passively entering this time. If he did not return at the first time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just as he was about to enter the ashes space, Maimaiti suddenly became confused and stopped his movements.
Wrapped in gray mist, the mysterious space opened wide, and there seemed to be something trying to come out of the darkness.
Joey's eyes twitched slightly, and he saw through the layers of gray fog that the seawater that was originally suppressed by the Optimus Pillar began to surge and surge in the Endless Sea. The seawater transformed into strange creatures, seemingly trying to break free from the water. .
It's like one fish after another, jumping out of the water and finally falling back down.
The hesitant Maimaiti paused, the gray fog dissipated, and the originally turbulent seawater seemed to have lost its target and returned to calm.
Joey's expression froze, and he couldn't understand why the other party stopped.
The feeling of escaping from death was wonderful, although he knew that it was only short-lived.
At this time, Nurmaimaiti, who was opposite, withdrew his gaze, cracked the corners of his mouth, and showed a slight smile.
Obviously, she intercepted Joey's thoughts about danger just now.
She was not frustrated because she couldn't go in. Instead, she smiled with interest:
"Thank you very much for the reminder." She said, lightly plucking her golden hair, and stood up without making any movement. There was a tray in her hand, and inside the tray was a cup of freshly baked hot coffee.
She handed the coffee to the table in front of Joey.
"I can't be targeted by Him right now."
Joey didn't know who the 'him' in his mouth was, so he could only stare at the other person with doubtful eyes.
He began to recall some passionate images in his mind to distract himself.
Maimaiti returned to her seat and smiled with a joking expression: "Europe, America, Japan and South Korea are really a bunch of strange people."
Joey opened his mouth wide. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful face opposite him could say those four words so calmly.
"The idea is very good, distract yourself with lust"
What is the ability? Can you even capture the memory screen?
