At this moment.

Southern Continent, Kingdom of Ledland.

The Cathedral of Audison in the city of Seine has three basement floors.

In a secret archive room in the Night's Watch headquarters, the Root Mother Church.

With long brown hair flowing and a tight black hunting suit and a long cape, he stood in front of an oil painting in a sassy posture and admired it silently.

The oil painting depicts the legend of the "Mother Goddess of Natural Disasters" who came to the mortal world to save the people of the Kingdom of Leedland during the Cataclysm of the Third Age.

The brushwork of the whole picture is exquisite and excellent, and every detail is clear and clear, completely presenting the grandiose, fraternity, and fearless image of the "Mother Goddess of Natural Disasters".

It is said that this oil painting was created by the contemporary Pope of the Church of the Mother God of the Catastrophe, and it is infused with great piety, which can be called a masterpiece second only to the holy relics of the Church.

In the quiet archive room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Two men dressed in Night's Watch costumes were carried together into a small bronze carved chest, carefully placed on a white oak and silver tabletop.

"Captain Kaka, this is the information you need!"

One of the cultists said solemnly, "I must warn you that reviewing the documentation of the Night's Watch Bishop's Sequence Authority will deduct all of your current exploits. Do you still have time to think about it, do you want to go ahead? ”

Kakamiao nodded without hesitation:

"It's okay, I know the price, let it go."

The two disciples bowed, then left the secret archives.

Kakamiao walked to the table with a calm face and reached out to open the small bronze carved box. Inside, each one is a secret document concealed in a light-colored holster, stamped with a church emblem and a blessing rune.

Kakamyo pulled out one of the holsters, unsealed it, and slowly pulled out a folded and pressed roll of old parchment paper.

She sat down in a high-backed chair at the table and began to peruse the contents of the old parchment.

Time passed slowly, and in a quiet and silent atmosphere, Kaka Miao checked the documents she wanted, while repeatedly memorizing the knowledge points in her mind.

“...... Prior to the Third Age, there was no honorific title for the 'Old Creator'. Since the land of Ridland survived the Cataclysm, the recitation of the 'Old Creator' has only appeared in the relevant texts......"

“...... Some of the great and great men believed that the miracles of the 'old Creators' and their projections were a kind of declaration, a declaration to the gods. It means that the old gods will go and the new gods will be crowned......"

“...... The First Age 'First God' was claimed to have received the attention of the Creator's projection...... The Second Age 'original Creator' was also said to have received the attention of the Creator's projection...... Before the Cataclysm of the Third Age, many gods claimed to have the attention of their Creator......"

“...... The War of the Gods, the End of the Gods, and the Origin of the New Gods have all irrevocably rumbled forward in the years of history under the attention of the Creator. In the realm of occult collections, the projection of the Creator is a symbol of the change of the universal order......"

“...... Whether mortal, transcendent, demigods, angels, gods, etc., all have the qualifications to receive the attention of the Creator. But this qualification is one in a million, one in ten million, one in a thousand...... The old gods lost the control of the essentia, and the essentia materialized the projection of the creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chose a new path among the thousands......"

In Kakamiao's heart, this last shout-like passage echoed.

She took several deep breaths in a row, closed her eyes slightly, and calmed her boiling and complicated mood.

"In other words, from the moment you see the projection of the Creator, it represents the source of extraordinary power 'essentia', and a new choice and a new direction have begun......

"The old gods are out of control, and a new order is coming......"

Gakka Miao buried this feeling in the deepest part of his heart.

It is in this moment of subtlety, tranquility, silence, and spiritual sublimation.

Suddenly!

Boom –

I don't know where, I don't know where, there is a shocking, unimaginable, earth-shattering roar of pain in silence!

In the secret archives, they all seemed to be shaken and hummed.

Even the oil painting of the "Mother Goddess of Natural Disasters" hanging on the wall, as if it had not been touched for a long time, shook violently, as if it was about to crack and fall.

"What's going on?"

Gakka stood up in astonishment.

Bang, the door to the secret room was opened, and several Night's Watch cultists rushed in, startled and anxious, but shouting with joy and joy:

"Captain Gakka Miao, go out and take a look, something is wrong!"

Kaka Miao had already rushed out the moment the door opened.

She rushed out of the "Root Mother Chapel" in one breath, rushed up to the third floor, rushed out of the door of the side hall of Odison Cathedral, and walked quickly to the outside.

"This ......"

Gakka Miao was stunned!

At this moment, in the middle of the night in the city of Seine, the sky that was always dark, forever covered with thick fog, and forever covered with dark and deep haze, appeared like lightning.

A lot of light, pouring down from the cracks.

The whole city of Seine has never been so bright!

The great light that opened up the entire vast area caused the cheers of the awakened masses throughout the city of Seine. At this moment, everyone in the Odison Cathedral is facing the sky, praising and praying sincerely.

At this moment, the light in the sky slowly faded. The city of Seine was once again plunged into the same darkness of the night, and everything was silent.

"Those who have seen the light will eventually go to the light! A spark can start a prairie fire! Kakamiao looked high in the sky and chanted silently in his heart.

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The Eastern Continent, the city of chaos.

In some secret locked secret room.

Lilith cautiously peeked around from under a desk, revealing her blond hair and large, pretty, blank eyes.

"Brother is right, this method can indeed infiltrate the chief's library......"

Lilith breathed a sigh of relief and hurried out to pat the dust off her body.

Then, like a cat stealing fish, she tiptoed to the bookshelf. After searching for it, I found the book I wanted, retracted it back to my desk, and opened it to read.

According to the rules, the entire library of objects, classics, forbidden books, etc., are strictly sealed. But Lilith has the purest chief bloodline, and she has the pass that her brother gave her, so all seals are temporarily invalid.

“...... Well, the chapter about the old Creator, here, found ......"

Lilith read it carefully, recalling the knowledge she had acquired.

“...... The First Age 'First God' was claimed to have received the attention of the Creator's projection...... The Second Age 'original Creator' was also said to have received the attention of the Creator's projection...... Before the Cataclysm of the Third Age, many gods claimed to have the attention of their Creator......"

“...... The old gods lost the control of the essentia, and the essentia materialized the projection of the creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chose a new path among the thousands......"

Lilith covered her mouth, finally suppressing her surprise and amazement.

"That is, if I see a projection of the Creator, it represents the path to the new gods?"

"The only 'Eternal Sun' essentia belief in Chaos City has been acquired by me. That should be enough to prove that I am ...... to be held responsible."

"Yes, just like the chief! This is the responsibility I must carry, the responsibility in the bloodline, and the responsibility of the Daughter of Chaos! ”

Lilith waved her little white hands to cheer herself up. Although she is still young, the belief in "responsibility" is an indelible driving force imprinted in her blood and bones.

It is in this moment of subtlety, tranquility, silence, and spiritual sublimation.

Suddenly!

Boom –

I don't know where, I don't know where, there is a shocking, unimaginable, earth-shattering roar of pain in silence!

The entire library seemed to be shaken and humming.

"What's going on?"

Lilith stood up in surprise and rushed outside.

At this moment, at this twilight and nightfall, countless mottled points of light appeared in the sky where the sun and moon were rarely seen, and on the sky shrouded in haze and fog, becoming more and more intense and bright.

It was like lightning tearing open a crack, and a lot of light poured down.

This is a light purer than the sun and the moon!

The 100,000 people of the entire Chaos City were all cheering and marveling at this moment. A large number of men, women, and children prayed to heaven with all their hearts.

However, in this moment of great anticipation, the light gradually faded. The sky was once again dark, vast, foggy and hazy.

"This is the Light! This is my duty, the Light I seek! ”

Lilith looked into the sky, the sparkle in her eyes more determined than ever.

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Apartment at 23 Baker South Street.

By the fireplace on the first floor, a sharp-eared black cat curled up and asleep.

At this moment, Brooke is trapped in a dream of reality and illusion.

This is also what has always happened at some point in the more than a year since she awakened consciousness. Whenever this happens, she enters a wonderful space.

It's like a dream, and it's like recovering and accepting some fragments of knowledge, and floating in the ocean of consciousness.

At this time, in the dream, a classical book appeared. It was like a fragment of knowledge she had searched for in her mind about the "old Creator" she wanted to know.

“...... The old gods lost the control of the essentia, and the essentia materialized the projection of the creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chose a new path among the thousands......"

“...... The old gods will go, and the new gods will be born......"

“...... Pursue the path of greatness, and eventually become a great ......"

Brooke gradually regained his sobriety in a large amount of fragmented and vague knowledge.

"That is, from the moment I saw the projection of the Creator, I embarked on the path of greatness......"

"Restoring the truth and pursuing greatness, this is my mission!"

Brooke's green eyes shimmered with joy.

It is at this moment when I wake up like a dream, my consciousness is clear and quiet, and my soul is sublimated.

Suddenly!

Boom –

I don't know where, I don't know where, there is a shocking, unimaginable, earth-shattering roar of pain in silence!

The entire ground floor was filled with a concussive hum.

"What's going on?"

Brooke quickly jumped to his feet, like a black shadow, and quickly rushed out of the window.

At the moment, high in the middle of the night.

A large number of cracks that seemed to be lightning flashed in the darkness of the night. But I don't know what blocked it, and after the lightning shone slightly, it disappeared again.

Although it is only a glimpse, all the people who are affected at this moment should have witnessed this scene.

"Something must have happened!"

Brooke silently stared into the distance, his thoughts stirring.

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The capital is London.

In the Violet Season estate on the outskirts of the Jefferson family.

Inside the luxurious study of the villa.

Dressed in a straight and delicate double-breasted dark brown suit, lined with a light-colored vest, a white shirt and a white bow tie, with a meticulously combed hairstyle, Justin, who is impeccable in temperament and appearance, leaned slightly on the high-backed carved upholstered chair, relaxed posture, and said in an unhurried tone:

"Tonight's topic, I have to say, some of your views are really unique. With more scholars like you, I believe that the capital of London will always be at the forefront of occult studies. ”

On the soft sofa opposite Justin, a thin old man in a black robe seemed to be sitting in the shadows, only showing gray hair and a faint old face in the hood.

This is a master soothsayer that Justin met again after many twists and turns. has no name, no details, like a wise old scholar who walked out of the fog of mystery.

"Some of the most intimate historical texts and facts prove that although the name of the 'old Creator' was only praised and recited in the Third Age. But in fact, in the first and second eras, the projection of the Creator has affected the entire transcendent world. ”

The soothsayer's voice was hoarse and low, revealing an even more mysterious temperament.

"I once read a fragment of a proverb that reads: '...... The old gods lost the control of the essence of the essence, and the essentia materialized the projection of the creator in the resonance of chaos and chaos, and chose a new path among the thousands......"

This represents a projection of the Creator, which, if manifested, is a proclamation. A proclamation of a change in the universal order! But no one knows, no one can hear, and they choose ...... silently among the thousands."

"Yes, I couldn't agree more! This is an important knowledge in the occult for me, thank you for your guidance and answers! ”

Justin smiled and nodded, just as he was looking for another topic to continue the discussion.

Suddenly!

Boom –

I don't know where, I don't know where, there is a shocking, unimaginable, earth-shattering roar of pain in silence!

In the luxurious study, the reverberating hum reverberates.

"What's going on?"

Justin quickly got up and asked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

From his line of sight, in the high night sky, a large number of cracks that seemed to be lightning appeared in the dark night. But I don't know what stopped me, and after the lightning shone slightly, it disappeared again.

"The calm and signs before the storm?" Justin paid silent attention, his eyes flashing with unknown fluctuations.

"What is sealed will eventually be freed from bondage. What is silent will eventually make a sound. What is covered up will eventually be undeceived. The darkness will tear apart the light......"

The hoarse and deep voice of the master of soothsayers, like a spell, echoed faintly in the study......

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At this moment.

Sindiri Farmstead, the backyard tomb of the Eenham family.

In the vast dark space underground, everyone stared at the Bone Altar.

"Captain, what does this mean?" Van Tucker and the others were all curious to ask.

At this time.

Suddenly!

Boom –

I don't know where, I don't know where, there is a shocking, unimaginable, earth-shattering roar of pain in silence!

Everyone present was extraordinary, and at this moment, they all sensed this strange sound of intense heart palpitations, as if tearing apart their hearts.

"Captain, look!"

As the darkness of the space fell into a terrible silence, the towering stone statues of unknown shape began to collapse and shatter into powder in a silent form.

One stone statue after another collapsed, and then the Bone Altar was shaken, and the bones began to shatter one by one, and quickly began to collapse.

This scene happened so abruptly that no one could have imagined that the stone statues and the white bone altar would collapse in such a strange and bizarre way, without warning in advance.

"Hey, how can there be light?!"

Everyone looked up in surprise.

It can be seen that at the top of the black hole, above the entrance of the tomb, the light like the moon is spilling down. In the entire dark space, it was as if countless torches had been lit, and they quickly became brighter.

Within three kilometers of the Syndiri Farm, it has been blinded by the blockade, and it is impossible for moonlight to fall.

"It's not good, retreat immediately!" Reintes made a quick decision and gave a loud order.

Everyone suddenly realized that if the moonlight shone into the Syndiri Farm, those hundreds of sick villagers would be terribly strengthened and become crazy "water ghosts".

"Come with me! Leave before the villagers wake up! ”

Alan waved loudly, quickly jumped up the hanging stone ladder, and sprinted upward.

Van Tucker grabbed the confused Sherlock, pushed Rooney and Origan with the other, and rushed upwards at a faster pace.