Duke looked at the people outside the church, dying one after another, and the red blood mixed with the rain stretched into the distance.
The blood lines followed the gaps in the stone slabs on the ground and formed some complex symbols on the ground, which were like some equations in the field of mathematics.
His mind was uncontrollably trying to figure out those formulas. In the process, countless obscure and difficult knowledge was poured into his mind.
It was some will that allowed him to break the shackles of the rules set by the Seven Gods. That will allowed him to betray the laws of the Seven Gods and summon a certain being in the darkness.
He woke up with a start after a deafening thunder.
The rain was still falling outside the window, and there was no trace of those people in the square. There was nothing there, no nine-pointed star magic circle, and no priest.
Just when he thought everything was an illusion, the floor beneath his feet seemed to disappear, and his body fell uncontrollably, finally falling into a dark space.
There, there is only endless darkness, and the concept of time and space is lost.
He could only grope around in a blind panic, and all he saw were some dust-like scales, showing a deep blue color.
But he could smell an unbearable stench. He had seen that smell. On the rocks of the pier, there was a long-rotted sperm whale carcass, mixed with carrion and the fishy smell of the sea.
Weird sounds sounded from all directions and reached his ears clearly.
It seemed like the sound of chalk rubbing against a blackboard, or the sound of teeth grinding.
Occasionally, he followed the sound for a while, and it became more real. This time he heard clearly that it was the sound of some kind of mechanism being activated.
In the darkness, he could only grope around. During this period, he touched a round stone pillar. From the touch of his fingertips, he judged that it was full of various patterns.
At the top of the pillar, he touched a round object.
Then, his hand seemed to be sucked by something, and the pain from his fingertips made him withdraw his hand and remove the ball from the stone pillar.
Suddenly, a bright and dazzling red light emitted from the stone pillar.
In his line of sight, a series of chaotic and twisted grotesque pictures appeared. They were like countless broken glass shards, each with something different on it.
Countless fragments seemed to be pieced together into a complete object. That thing was indescribable, spinning, twisting, splitting, and gathering in the abyss.
He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch.
That was the power he longed for and pursued, and the knowledge he was crazy about.
Just as his hand was about to touch it, the roaring thunder and lightning woke him up from his trance.
He saw that he was covered in blood, holding a transparent bead in his hand, and some memory scenes burst into his mind.
He held a candle, stood on one corner of the magic nine-pointed star, and recited obscure incantations.
He was not in the church window, he was one of those priests.
He screamed loudly and pushed frantically at the chanters, trying to erase the runes carved on the ground.
He stumbled into the church, with the clergymen chasing after him desperately. When he glanced back inadvertently, he saw a group of monsters with human bodies and fish heads.
Further back, there was a blazing fire, and the destroyed magic circle kept oozing liquid-like flames from the ground, like a giant python spitting out messages.
They cornered Duke on the second floor of the church and took back the crystal ball in his hand.
The flames had already enveloped the entire church. It was impossible to turn back and complete the ritual magic again. As soon as several people gathered together, they began to carve spells on the spot.
However, the magic did not work smoothly, and their bodies began to spontaneously combust, turning into a pile of ashes in front of Duke's eyes.
Those flames that appeared out of thin air seemed to be burning his body. The flames were invisible, invisible, and intangible.
He collapsed weakly on the stairs between the first and second floors of the church.
He could clearly feel the life force passing through his body. He took out the notepad and pen he carried with him. At the end, he seemed to want to leave something behind.
'I have done many wrong things and harmed many people. I am not a qualified priest and I will definitely go to hell.'
'I stopped Him, at least I didn't let Him come to reality. I'm so cold, my body is melting. This is the retribution for letting go of my sins.'
'My name is Duke Cormi, priest of the Church of Leah, Lord, please forgive me'
'I saw Him, He was hovering in the sky of the church, the curtain of the night was torn apart by Him, a head covered with octopus tentacles, huge fuzzy green wings'
'Lord, forgive my sins'
. . .
After reading all the notes, Joey felt heavy and the confusion in his eyes became more intense.
The self-proclaimed paladin finally fell into darkness.
He gently rubbed the cover of the note with his hand and murmured to himself:
"Greed and seeking knowledge are the most primitive sins"
He cannot understand the laws of survival in this world, nor can he understand Duke's pursuit of power.
Will God really provide selfless help to the sacrificer?
In his opinion, it was just a way to lead people into falling into the abyss.
Every gift has a price tag, but the time to collect the price depends on the mood of the person.
Joey destroyed the notebook that belonged to Duke. Perhaps under the influence of some power, information would still appear on it.
However, he didn't need it. No one could confirm whether the information that appeared was another trap.
Instead of pinning his hopes on illusory things, he believed in his own reasoning.
At No. 9 Bauhinia Street, Joey's eyes were closed tightly. The room was dark and he did not turn on the light.
The hands of the clock on the wall are gradually approaching 12 o'clock.
Da da da~
The sound of the second hand was particularly loud in the silent room.
When the hour hand reached the hour, Joey suddenly opened his eyes.
In his sight, a red light appeared out of thin air, as if it wanted to pull Joey into another space.
He snorted coldly, and suddenly, endless gray mist appeared and enveloped him, and his spirit separated from his body. By the time the gray mist dissipated, he had already reached the Round Table Hall.
Joey leaned against the back of the chair and folded his legs together to get himself into a comfortable position.
His face looked very bad, and his eyes were dim, as if he had encountered a difficult math problem in his previous life. It was obvious that he could solve it by simply applying formulas, but he always felt that something was missing.
At this time, a yellowed title page floated lightly in front of him.
The sound of the pen writing words is "swishing".
"Great Lord, you seem very unhappy? Is there anything I can do to help you?"
At the end of the text, there is a portrait of a villain.
At this moment, the thoughts in Joey's mind were like a mess. He had gone through everything that had happened since leaving Senegal.
I obviously feel like something is coming to me, but when I want to grab it, I can't.
"What killed Duke Kermi?"
He asked this question after careful consideration.
According to some information, it was speculated that the ritual magic performed ten years ago was sacrificed to the God of the Sea. This was what he thought before Maimaiti appeared.
The problem is that Maimaiti personally admitted that the guy's name was 'Dagon'.
Living in an area close to the sea, the name of the sea god in the original owner's memory is not 'Dagon' but Hydera.
This is very contradictory. The ritual magic corresponding to Poseidon summons something else.
Knowing this, we might be able to figure out where those missing girls will be used.
Physical sacrifice, or whatever.
"I'm sorry, my master. You know, there are some things that I cannot touch, which will attract unnecessary attention."
Joey held his chin, pursed his lips and did not continue to ask.
0-013 is unique as a scholar's path. In the hands of Ebon, it can even exert the power of the angelic personality. He cannot deduce it, and it also confirms the personality of the deduced object from the side.
Perhaps, the 'thing' behind the magic of that ritual, whatever it was related to Poseidon, was in the person of a true god.
Thinking of this, he felt more and more terrible about Maimaiti.
But when you think about it, this is the daughter of the ancient sun god, and you can understand.
He was born as a mythical creature, with a unique path to being a troublemaker, which cannot be compared to some false gods.
Poseidon, after all, is a god who emerged after the ancient Sun God fell. It is normal for him to be suppressed.
Maybe we can think about it from another angle! Thinking like this, Joey asked: "Is Barbara's disappearance related to the sea?"
"Yes!"
"Is Barbara's disappearance related to the Mother Goddess?"
"Yes!"
Sure enough, there were two gods involved.
When a matter is related to gods, it is very serious. When it involves two gods, it should be said to be terrifying.
cooperate? Or an exchange of interests? He quickly denied this speculation. Even if the Mother Goddess is higher than the Seven Gods, if it were not for the Seven Gods to restrain her, perhaps she would have come to reality long ago.
It is impossible for a grown man to cooperate with a child.
Unable to figure it out, Joey simply put it aside and looked for a breakthrough from another direction.
Before that, one thing must be done first, which is to enter the dreamland and find Barbara to get a lot of information.
Two days passed without any progress. It was not until the third day that I finally met someone in the dreamland again.
Adela Graff, the short-haired girl who was with Barbara last time.
When they met her, she was being chased by a group of four-legged beasts, and Joey rescued her.
Got some information about Barbara from her.
Because of Joey's reminder last time, the three of them performed well in the experiment and were received by the top brass in the castle.
The three of them are about to enter the next stage of the experiment, with a relaxation period of about half a year.
In other words, Barbara will not be in any danger in the next six months, which greatly alleviates Joey's immediate urgency.
After asking some simple questions, it was time to leave the dreamland.
Looking at Adela whose body became transparent, Joey said firmly: "Tell Barbara, wait for me!"
In the following time, Joey did not enter the dreamland again, but spent the whole day in the Round Table Hall above the gray mist.
This was the first time he took the initiative to learn the ability of the Transporter.
Coupled with the assistance of 0-013's deduction ability, very good results were achieved.
During this period of time, he was not only developing his ability as a transporter, but also exercising his physical strength.
These are all preparations for going to sea.
On this day, in the Round Table Hall of Heaven, a huge palm transformed from gray mist fell from the sky, targeting Joey below.
He raised his head and slowly closed his eyes.
Boom~
When his palm fell, everything in the Round Table Hall instantly turned into powder, leaving a huge handprint on the scene, but he remained unscathed.
0-013 The yellowed title page floated over, and a line of words appeared on it.
"Congratulations, master, congratulations, master, the experiment was finally successful."
The thick gray fog squirmed in this space, restoring the damaged Round Table Hall to its original state.
Joey sighed softly, shook his head and said:
"It's not enough. Here, it can only be regarded as a theoretical success. It still needs to be verified outside."
"Master, the light of your wisdom is more dazzling than the sun. Even a simple Sequence 8 can develop this incredible ability."
"Okay, stop flattering, there is one more thing you need to do next."
"I am at your service, my master." On the title page, at the end of the text, there is a pattern of a creeping villain.
Gray mist surged and enveloped Joey's spirit body. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the real world.
"Counting the time, Wilson should be back today."
Looking at the empty living room, this house is full of memories of the three brothers and sisters growing up.
"Hey" he sighed with a heavy heart, and said leisurely: "Azrael, let's go"
Lia Port East Mining Plant, this is where Wilson works. In Lia Port, where fishing is the main industry, few people choose to work in the mine, which also makes the salary here very high.
Wilson was waiting for the bus with excitement. He would see his younger siblings as soon as he got home. This was what he looked forward to most every week after work.
The workers passing by the factory gate were in a hurry, and some even joked and said hello to Wilson.
Joey stood in the crowd, looked at his brother with a silly smile on his face, shook his head slightly, turned and left.
As he left, a yellowed title page floated above Wilson's head, filled with dense words.
The bus stopped at this time, and Wilson stood there in a daze. He did not get on the bus until the bus was gone.
After the text was written, Azrael's yellowed title page flashed and disappeared.
A passing worker pushed Wilson and joked with a smile: "Wilson, you haven't left yet. You were in a hurry to go home last week. You talked about your younger brothers and sisters all day. The last bus was gone! Why? , this is the bonus, get ready to ride in the carriage, you kid~"
Wilson turned his head suspiciously, scratched his head and giggled.
The co-worker was in a hurry to go home, exchanged greetings with him, and left with a smile.
Wilson looked at the back of his coworkers leaving and murmured to himself: "Where did my younger brother and sister come from? Do you think I am someone else? It's inexplicable. Is my face so unrecognizable?"
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