Chapter 221: Imposters
Baal went to the cherubim and sat down on the spot. It was so natural that the cherubim were a little afraid.
"What do you think about this situation?"
As soon as the conversation turned, Cherubim glanced at the other in horror.
"I didn't expect Addesque to get the blood of Arrighieri, with this bloodline, it was easy to summon the Spirit Thin Prison. It seems that he has been waiting for this moment, and I was too careless. β
"Cherubim, I meanβyou don't fight?"
Baal's attitude was as cold as ice, not a question, a provocation, a declaration of war, and at the same time contempt.
"My body has just been taken away, and now I am nothing but the wreckage of my soul, let alone fighting, even humans can't see me. Maybe you're right, I'm so old that I can't even see through such simple techniques. β
"So modestβis it really good? The Fog Blade will definitely count you down. β
"Kanna-san, ......"
The cherubim repeated the name in a nostalgic, past-tense tone, and the person should not be dead, no, he must still be alive.
"Speaking of which, even I have unknowingly relied on this child."
"Really?"
"For that child, it seems that no matter what kind of adversity, he can hone and move forward, and he is willing to try any possibility, and even now, I still believe that if he is there, there must be a way to solve it."
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"Actually, I single-handedly caused the Kanna-san to go inside and defeat Addisk. If it weren't for my incompetence to make the scene like that, maybe this wouldn't have happened now. I'm simply the best example of a ridiculous boss. β
"That's not going to happen. This kingdom also needs the Fogblade, and you are also indispensable for the cherubim, and if you all fall because of Adex's schemes, the world will be doomed. β
"Now I ...... What can be done? β
"The strong also have a weak and troubled side, and the cherubim, you just show this side, and it doesn't mean that your strength is not enough to save the peace of the kingdom."
Baal stood up and jumped down the stairs with a serious expression, then looked back at the cherubim who were still sitting on the steps.
"Master."
However, it was the new voice that first attracted the attention of the cherubim, who looked at the top of the building, where Gijana, dressed in light clothes and jeans, was looking at them with a gun in her hand and a grim expression reflected in her glasses.
"Miss Gobernst. How are you doing these days? β
"Thanks to you and the Misty Blade the other day, I'm doing well now. The king of Baal and Aztaroth were very good to me. β
"Ji Jiana, what is the result of the investigation?"
"As the master speculated, the current situation cannot be solved by force alone, just now I have carried out a large-scale massacre to forcibly send back the dead of the Lingbo Prison, and it didn't take long for a new group of forces to return."
"After all, the other party is the Huangquan Realm that is in charge and manages most of the deceased, and so far there is a huge number of dead people who cannot be accurately calculated by numbers such as several trillion or several capitals."
"I guess the other party not only summoned the Soul Thin Prison, but also penetrated the Spirit Thin Prison, causing loopholes that caused these dead to fall back to the mortal world."
"Why do you think that?"
"If Addesque wants to make a break here, maybe he will. The goal is to prevent anyone with a heart from hindering his perfect plan. β
Listening to Gijana's speculation, cherubim also made up his mind - no, this was his original personality and style, and after talking to Baal, he finally regained the courage and will he almost lost, in this case, it is necessary to contribute the same amount.
"After our battle with Mr. Chick Bee last night, that man has officially obtained the Seven Great Demons, and if his goal is now on the 22nd Century Mythology Project, I think it's very appropriate for him to be so thorough."
"But there's no way to make up for it. Now it's useless to dispatch the power of Heribel's Hades, when the dead of the Soul Prison return to the world, it is equivalent to this world has been immersed in the realm of the dead, and the power of Hades needs the blood of the living to summon, and the girlfriend of the Fog Blade is considered a half-dead person. β
"I'm afraid that's one of the purposes for Addesque to send Mr. Fledgling Bee and Mr. Orobos as thugs, in addition to Miss Helibel, who wants to test the human body, how much proficiency she has in the power of Hades, and it is also a means to summon the Spiritual Prison and buy time."
Baal seemed to remember something:
"I see. When I invaded Paradise's lair with Lute, I met Adex's soul consciousness in the gap between the surface and the inside, and I thought it was a means for him to make a pact with the demons, but now the truth has been revealed. β
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"He's got the skill to manipulate his soul, and even in this kind of scene, he can gallop on the battlefield without fear. In the battle with the Fog Blade, there is a chance that you can immediately escape back to the surface side, and then the Fog Blade will either be engulfed by the malice inside, or will be overtaken by the Yellow Springs Country. β
Tricky facts follow one another, Adske. Gia Ik - Not human anymore. Plans, means, strategies, everything is beyond imagination.
In addition, along with the technology to control the soul, that man should also be able to kill the cherubim and the fog blade first, seize the soul and place it, so that he will enter a state of suspended animation, and the duke in their body will be temporarily suppressed, and then through his own or the imposter's fog blade, through the 22nd century mythological plan, the "god" in the mouth of the fog can be realized.
"Kanna-san...... I don't know what to do with him. β
Thinking of this, the cherubim still felt guilty, and Jijana went downstairs to check the scenery outside the window, and asked the cherubim:
"Mr. Cherubim, the Misty Blade you talked to with them is an impostor, isn't it? Of all the subordinates, you trust me the most, and I was the one who hid Lexia's cell regeneration medical work for you in the first place, so I can tell that it is an impostor made with the dark technology inside. β
"Miss Gobernst, there is nothing wrong."
"Then, they should have seen through it a long time ago, but because you can't be sure where the deity is, you don't dare to make a rash move. However, this situation seems to be one of Adske's predetermined plans, if the 22nd Century Myth Plan is achieved, can even the Soul Prison be easily subdued? I don't think Addesque and Hellish have joined forces. β
Seeing that Baal and Guijana were just children back then, and they couldn't get a full picture of the tragic past, the cherubim explained their confusion along with current events:
"If you get the 22nd Century Mythology Project, you have the power to surpass the gods. The 22nd Century Myth Project is a savior-level power that can be easily subdued even by demons. To put it more simply, Eden will be afraid of the power of the old grandmother, and she is also enough in the past to dominate and subdue the mythical plans of the twenty-second century. The 22nd Century Mythology Project seven years ago is the equivalent of today's streetscape. β
Baal's face changed, and Gijana couldn't help but get nervous, and he accidentally dropped the gun when he let go, which is no longer a realm that mortals can step into.
The kingdom's current miasma concentration has climbed to level 6. Once at this level, consciousness cannot be maintained, dizziness and unconsciousness are considered good phenomena, and shock is the only way to avoid death.
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Morax stood on the tower, and if there was a lamb that had broken in, he would kill it mercilessly, and that was the only thing he could do now.
The kingdom was almost over, invaded by the nocturnal walking of a hundred ghosts, and the streets were full of all kinds of demons and monsters, even if it was far from that day seven years ago, the result was the same.
This was the vantage point of the kingdom, and he could clearly see all the changes in the streets.
"Master, the concentration of the miasma has climbed to level 7."
The headless scythe knight, Mo, with a cautious attitude, stepped on wrought iron and yielded a simple report on his knees.
"I didn't expect this day to come so quickly."
Morax gazed at the street scene with a sigh, and then shot a sharp gaze at an uninvited guest.
"Meratra, that's your real mission, isn't it?"