They are all working hard for their beliefs.
A large part of the reason why Vader hid in the outer city was to cultivate capable extraordinary beings, and the other reason was because of the illusory prophecy.
It wasn't until Joey appeared that he realized that he had made the right bet and began to approach Joey as a sheriff. The result was as expected, and Joey joined the Survey Corps.
He did not interfere too much in Joey's life trajectory, but acted as a behind-the-scenes person and waited for the development of the situation.
The prophecy only deduces that there will be a man with black hair and black eyes to save Senagaal, but it does not explain how he will do it.
Originally, everything was developing step by step. Who would have imagined that Layla would ask for help.
This also led to a series of subsequent events.
After understanding the general situation, Joey always felt that there was something fishy in it.
For example, even if he is really the prophetic messenger, why can he solve a problem that even demigods have been unable to solve for thousands of years?
He also wanted to ask about the 'Color of Stars', but 0-013 told him that it couldn't be done.
As for him, he asked about the final outcome of this war.
The answers obtained are still unsatisfactory.
0-013 is just a pioneer, just like the fuse of a bomb. After it is ignited, he cannot control the power of the explosion and the damage caused.
etc?
Joey thought of a person, Nurmaimaiti Plato.
According to rumors, the Sun God's most beloved heir, why would she appear in such a situation?
What is the purpose?
Somehow, that sentence seemed to be verified.
If you think about it endlessly, there will be an echo.
Just when Joey was troubled and confused, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness.
Her long golden hair was tied into a bun on her head, and the palace dress unique to the aristocrats of old Western Europe perfectly set off her temperament.
With blue pupils and curved eyebrows, he looked around curiously. He held a delicate and small umbrella in his hand and walked slowly towards Joey step by step.
The breeze blows on the face and the warm fragrance hits. Although there is no expression on the face, it gives people an urge to get closer.
"meet again!"
It's like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, saying hello in a normal way.
Please, the last thing I want to see is you.
There was a saying in my previous life: the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is.
But Joey knew that the other party had no ill intentions towards him. Of course, this was only temporary.
Because of this, he lost a lot of worries and said carelessly:
"Hello! Madam, thank you for your gift, I am now a Sequence 8"
Maimaiti turned the umbrella in her hand like a naughty little girl, her blue eyes curved into crescent moons:
"Then should you thank me and do something for me?"
Sister, it’s all just talk, take it seriously, can’t you afford it?
Joey pretended to be in a difficult position and said with a wry smile:
"Madam, I'm just a low-sequence transcendent, one of the most inferior ones. I don't have any fighting ability."
He almost said, I'm a rookie, don't come to me if you need anything.
Maimaiti looked up and down, then pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke earnestly:
"The level of the sequence is not the only factor that determines your strength. It can only prove how many steps you have taken forward. It cannot determine whether you are strong or not at the current step."
"Transcendence is a process of groping forward in endless darkness. Even low-sequence people can become strong if they find a suitable path."
Joey's expression was, I'm still young, don't lie to me.
Maimaiti pursed her lips and chuckled:
"To give a very simple example, the troublemaker is only the lowest sequence 9. If it makes trouble during the promotion ceremony of a true god and succeeds, do you think sequence 9 is weak?"
Hearing these words, Joey felt enlightened.
yes!
The level of the sequence is not the only criterion for judging strength. There is also the conservation of mutual restraint.
Extraordinary abilities and skills are not fixed. Those abilities were discovered by seniors through countless explorations.
Where did the original extraordinary person's ability come from? It was not developed by himself.
He glanced at the delicate-faced Maimaiti with a strange look.
Sure enough, living longer has great advantages.
So now, things are back to square one, Joey asks:
“Are you ready to reap the rewards now?”
Demigods and angels, what is happening now is not determined by their personalities.
From the very beginning, Joey suspected that there was a pair of invisible hands behind the scenes that was manipulating everything.
The moment Maimaiti appeared, everything was connected.
It was also at this time that he suddenly remembered that there was Maimaiti.
"Because of the special nature of the God of Mischief, my consciousness has been downplaying her existence. If she hadn't appeared, I might not have remembered that this person existed!" If such a person is an enemy, how should I deal with it.
Maimaiti looked at the nervous Joey, smiled and shook his head, paused and then tapped:
"You can say yes, you can also say no." Her words were contradictory.
However, Joey didn't want to think about that now, but asked:
"Can it really open the door to the abyss?"
"Can"
While speaking, she suddenly raised her head and cast her eyes on the colorful mist, then Shi Shiran turned around:
"Okay! That's it for reminiscing about old times, bye!"
Just as her sudden appearance was inexplicable, her departure was also confusing.
Maimaiti just took one step, and there was no trace of him. There was only a sound of footsteps that were getting further away.
Her azure eyes were filled with brilliant light, and a faint smile quietly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "My good brother, don't make me wait too long."
. . .
Besides, Joey, after Maimaiti left for a while, he came back to his senses.
"You must tell the captain immediately"
With that said, he galloped towards the war zone.
Joey was afraid that if the time was later, his memory of Maimaiti would be diluted.
When Joey hurried back, the fight between the two was over.
On both sides of the battle, the winner is clear.
Vader is clearly the winner.
Seeing this situation, Joey shouted loudly and quickly:
"Captain, wait a minute!"
He gasped and hurried forward.
"Golas can't kill!"
Wade was stunned for a moment, then looked at Joey in confusion, saying nothing, waiting for the follow-up.
Joey connected all the things together, sorted out the key points, and spoke slowly, preparing to explain.
However, just when he was about to speak, the expression on his face suddenly paused, and after half a second, it changed to a look of confusion.
He mumbled and asked, "Where am I?"
What I was about to say, my thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled away, and I forgot what I wanted to do.
Wade lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then sighed with a solemn expression:
"Joy, you shouldn't have come back."
Ever since he decided to do that, Wade had given up on Joey and didn't want him to get involved.
As for being a guide, he doesn't care about anything now.
Goras's life was passing by in his hands little by little.
"Golas, if you are tired, just rest! You have been burdened enough"
Goras raised his head slightly and called out as before: "Teacher"
In his eyes, there was no hatred, no anger, and no fear of death, but more of a sense of relief.
Goras was once just a child who didn't have enough to eat.
With a poor childhood and eccentric parents, his family sold him to a factory for two silver coins.
Working non-stop can only earn me a meager salary, and even this is taken away by my parents.
His family has become a shackle that he cannot break free from, a disgusting blood-sucking insect.
The harsh environment gradually distorted his psychology. One night, he cut off the heads of his family members with a knife.
From then on, he embarked on the road of escape until he met someone.
The then high priest of the Church of the Sun, Vader Wesker.
That was the only remaining light in his dark world.
Not only did it help him get out of the quagmire, but it also made him a transcendent person.
Goras is very smart, and his tragic past has taught him to cherish his hard-won new life.
He studied hard, just like before, working hard in the factory, but the difference was that this time, it was for himself.
With ninety-nine percent hard work and one percent talent, Goras quickly achieved outstanding results in his field.
Power, money, and status follow.
These things can make people get lost.
Gorath began to desire more power, and he began to study genetic programming.
In order to test the test results, he did not hesitate to use his own body to test.
He is also a demigod. Compared with his peers, he is not only the weakest, but also has the greatest lifespan overdraft.
"Actually, I know. As early as that time you left, I knew you would come back."
"I really seem to be helping you, teacher, I did it."
As these words fell, Goras completely lost his breath of life. At the last moment, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Listening to these words, Joey looked baffled and couldn't understand it at all.
Vader put away the extraordinary characteristics of the Goras demigod, looked at Joey with an indescribable look, and then slowly turned his gaze to Wayne:
"let's start!"
These words made Joey even more confused?
What do you mean, the two of you are getting involved, co-writing, and Goras is the big enemy?
Wayne didn't respond. Instead, he pulled out a knife, cut open his palm, and let the blood fall to the ground.
Suddenly, a hazy illusory shadow rose from the ground.
. . . .
At the same time, the bodies of the dead in various corners of the main city slowly turned into transparent blood clots.
They squirmed and crawled toward the nearest door.
Suddenly, a door appeared in the originally empty place. The door opened and Joey was sucked into it.
The moment his body flew upside down, Joey saw a long-lost expression on Wayne's poker face, that was the expression of Tony Creevey.
The wind was whistling in his ears, and he couldn't hear anything. He could only judge Wayne's last words through his mouth:
"Silly boy, goodbye!"
Memories of the past flash through my mind like a tide.
No wonder that when he met Wayne several times in a row, he was able to avoid danger and get along peacefully.
The first time I met Wayne in the old house, he was Sequence 9. The personality that Wayne displayed at that time was Sequence 8.
Under normal circumstances, he would have had no chance of survival.
The second time Earl Allen's manor was besieged by his disciples, he was still at peace.
The third time, I was attacked by dark matter bugs, but it was fine.
He also felt complacent that the disciples of the Necromantic Sect were all idiots who couldn't do anything to him.
All because Wayne is his dad, Tony Creevey.
No matter what his identity is, it doesn't matter to Joey now. At least they were happy during the half year they lived together.
This deformed world has too many shackles and helplessness.
The teleportation of the door sent Joey away. When he opened his eyes again, he had appeared in the basement of the old house where he once lived with old Tony.
Joey looked around blankly, as the collapsed house returned to the way he remembered it.
Suddenly, something strange flashed through his heart, and following this feeling, he walked towards the basement.
Opening the chopping board blocking the entrance, a light suddenly lit up in the originally dark space inside.
With the help of the dim gas lamp, I found that the floor was covered with strange runes, and on one side of the wall was a lifelike ancient bronze door.
"What's this?"
Joey didn't remember that there were these things in the basement of the old house.
It should have been arranged later.
There was a notebook placed in front of the bronze door. Joey walked over and opened it gently.
This is a notepad, and the handwriting in it is Tony's.
He laid it out page by page, recording a lot of the past.
It also lets Joey know Wayne's true identity.
He is the high priest of the sect and Layla's adopted son.
When he learned this information, Joey opened his mouth wide.
Going around in circles, in terms of seniority, Layla Allen has become his grandmother.
There are many adopted children, and Tony is just one of them.
The idea that Layla had instilled in them since childhood was to find a way to leave the land abandoned by the gods, no matter what the means.
They are like a group of crazy paranoiacs who will even give up their lives in order to achieve their goals.
The notes also reveal a lot about Tony's heart.
He has no interest in Layla's research, and his belief in working hard for it is just out of repayment.
Joey has long understood that there is no specific good or bad in this deformed social system.
Do you think the people of the Necromancer Sect are bad? The aristocratic class's behavior is no less generous. No matter how just they are on the surface, they are cruel secretly.
Many people who join sects are forced to do so. If they can't survive, who would believe in evil gods?
This is nothing more than a multiple-choice question, whether to sacrifice temporarily to save more people, or to save everyone and let time go by and slowly become extinct.
The notes also explain a lot about Joey.
It is revealed between the lines that he really likes that kind of stable life, and he really treats Joey as his own child.
At the end of the handwriting was the escape route he arranged for Joey.
That is the bronze door in front of me.
At a certain time, the door will open, and Joey can use it to travel to another world.
He could have left this escape route to himself, but he didn't.
An inexplicable sadness spread in his heart, making Joey feel uncomfortable.
