"Don't go to Robert's villa again, that painting has completely turned into a horrible disaster......"

Angelella said in a solemn voice, "I'm going to find someone, maybe only he can solve these things!" ”

"Why...... Why are you helping me? Nietzsche hissed.

"Perhaps...... Because we're the same kind of people......" Angelella smiled wryly, revealing a mark on her arm: "It's all a poor worm destined to be sacrificed to the evil god!" ”

"The Mark of Sin? Something seems different! Nietzsche's pupils shrank, but he immediately believed it: "I'll go with you!" ”

"Well, of course, the police and the boss of the investigation department will take over the matter here...... You come with me! ”

Angelella took Nietzsche's arm, rented a carriage, and came to the ghetto of Kimbert.

For this, Nietzsche is also very familiar.

The houses are small and dense, encroaching on the roads, the gutters smell foul, and most of the citizens who live here are unclothed, yellow-skinned, numb in their eyes, and sometimes hint of madness.

It's the largest slum in Kimbert City, and it's a place where the self-proclaimed elite of high society dare not set foot or risk being a corpse in a stinking gutter the next day.

Angelella knew the place well, and walked through the streets and alleys to the river, in front of a row of small shacks.

Here, the smell is even more unpleasant, because there are many textile and chemical factories upstream, the whole river is pitch black, and there are many corpses floating on the river.

Nietzsche couldn't help frowning: "We...... Who are you going to? ”

"A wizard...... Have you ever heard the term mandara? Angelella's expression became extremely solemn.

"I know that one of Vincent's most important archaeological discoveries has to do with the Mandala tribe on the Black Continent...... Nietzsche replied.

"Mandara is an extremely old tribe in the rainforest, rumored to have preserved cannibalistic customs, and is also the birthplace of wizards!"

Angelella stated in a calm voice, "A thousand years ago, they had an extremely glorious civilization, and those wizards were even able to communicate with the gods of the dream realm and obtain their protection!" When it comes to the perception of mystical powers, Mandala Wizard is definitely the best of them! ”

As she spoke, she slipped into some of the black tents by the river.

The tent was so spacious that it seemed to be connected to the other tents, guarded by two black men, with expressionless faces and bulging muscles.

They give Nietzsche a feeling that is even more powerful than the rejuvenated corpse made by Simon last time.

"It's me! I want to see Gargamel! ”

Angelella apparently knew each other, and after the briefing, the two men were ushered into one of the largest tents.

In dim light, Nietzsche subconsciously took a few steps back and crashed into a wooden frame.

As soon as he took it, he found that he had just grabbed a white skull, his fingers inserted deep into his facial features, and there was not a trace of flesh on it, but there was still a large amount of hair, which was tied into different whips.

"Ahh

Nietzsche hurriedly covered his mouth so that he did not scream.

Raging!

At that moment, turquoise flames burned in the braziers around them, reflecting a kneeling figure in the center.

He was so old, like a skinny skeleton, with no beard or hair on his face, and a glow in his eyes like ghostly fire.

"Gargamel!"

Angelella pulled Nietzsche and sat down on her knees in front of the other party.

"See each other again...... The Daughter of the Imprint! Gargamel turned his head and crunched like an old unoiled device.

"And you, the one who danced with the ghouls! It seems that we will have some common topics in cooking and ingredients...... ......"

Gargamel laughed.

"You...... You know it all? Nietzsche's face turned pale and he felt his stomach regurgitate again.

"Real ghouls are usually no different from us, and they also have a certain amount of mental pollution...... With them, you will ignore some of the things you are used to, such as the constant decline of neighbors and colleagues......"

Gargamel chuckled.

"Okay, he's uncomfortable enough, Gargamel, I'm coming to you today for two things......" Angelella took a deep breath, "I'll pay the price." ”

"Okay, name your puzzle!"

Gargamel held up a green teacup, which was a mass of green paste that emitted an inexplicable odor.

"The ghoul escaped, but while searching its residence, I found a word - feast of meat, what does it mean?"

Syllable!

Gargamel's hand shook, and the teacup fell directly to the ground.

He didn't care, and his voice became low: "This is the beginning of a ritual!" A very evil ritual involving the ancient legends of this planet, the ancients! With the Outer Gods! ”

"In ancient times, this planet was ruled by the Ancients with extraordinary powers, descendants of the outer gods! We wizards learned the power from the ancients, and some of them were crazy and bloody, so they became dark wizards! But those who study the outer gods, even among the dark wizards who are known for their madness, are extremely rare madmen! Most of them have destroyed themselves ......"

Gargamel said in an aria tone, "Where there is extraordinary power, there must be pollution, and the outer gods are the source of everything!" They are elusive and immensely powerful, and even the mere encounter with them in their essence can bring about terrifying changes...... Whenever we mention them, we have to use another name, because their real names, even if they are only fragments, tend to be tainted with evil......"

'That's right......,' Nietzsche frowned, 'as if this Gargamel was the craziest of wizards, studying the outer gods......

"And what does all this have to do with the feast of meat?" Angelella asked.

"As I said, this is the beginning of a ritual, its full name is 'Gift to the Dark Gods', starting with the three sacrifices of flesh, blood, and soul, offering sacrifices to a dark god in the underworld, praying for its power, in myths and legends, once this ritual is completed, it will at least send a son of darkness, that is, the ancient one who once ruled the planet!" Gargamel replied, "And the feast of flesh is the beginning of the Dark Sacrifice, and it points to the Lord who dwells above the Arc, the Astral Wanderer, the ruler of the Star Worm, the Lord of Chaos and Madness!" ”

As he spoke, Gargamel's eyes casually glanced over Nietzsche: "The mark on your body is the seal of the sacrifice of this master!" ”

"It was Him!" Nietzsche clutched the back of his neck, and his whole body was trembling.

The shadow hidden in his veins finally lifted a veil to him.

"The real sacrifice, the feast of flesh is just the beginning, right? Blood and soul are needed next! Angelella hissed, "If you stop these two ceremonies, you can destroy the entire festival?" ”

"The power of darkness is far more powerful than you think...... Once the Children of Darkness come, it will be a disaster for the entire planet! Gargamel's eyes suddenly turned white: "The ancients liked to rule the kingdom with high pressure and torture, and their appearance represented slavery and disaster...... The minions of darkness will do whatever it takes to make the sacrifice a success. ”

Nietzsche felt that he couldn't breathe.

I'm obviously just a peripheral member, how can I suddenly be involved in a world-destroying level disaster?

"Is there no way?"

After calming down, Nietzsche gritted his teeth and asked.

"Only the power of the outer gods can fight against the outer gods!" Gargamel's voice became more and more erratic: "The Lord who lives above the star arc also has a mortal enemy, it is a giant python from the astral plane, a great snake with seven colorful scales shining all over its body!" Master of the Dream Gods! ”

Speaking of this, Gargamel's eyes suddenly looked at Angelella: "You have Vincent's power left on you, and Vincent was the one who faced the Astral Python in the first place, so he became an Abyssal One!" ”

"The Abyssal?"

"Those who face the abyss are those who face the abyss, and among wizards, they are also extremely powerful beings! A wizard who is just getting started can only be regarded as a polluter with extraordinary powers! Then there is the master, who represents the extraordinary power to control himself, but this is only an illusion, and when he is promoted again, it will be found that we have been staring into the abyss, and at the same time being gazed into by the abyss......"

"Then the second thing, Vincent left behind an oil painting, which has completely gone out of control......" Angelella took a deep breath.

"The pollution of the Abyssal is out of control, and I can't do anything about it......" Gargamel waved his hand, a gesture of send-off, and finally said: "Boy, I just got the revelation of the dream, and you have already been in contact with your hope......"

……

Until he got out of this slum, Nietzsche still looked a little dazed: "The polluter, the master, the abyss? These are the three levels of the Extraordinary? I've been touched by my hope, and what does that mean? ”

"Unexpected...... Behind the feast of meat, there is such a secret hidden......" Angelella bit her lip: "Let's separate here, I'm going to go back and think about it calmly!" ”

She's just a girl under mortgage pressure, and she has nothing to do with the evil god ruling the world or anything like that.

"Yes, Miss Angelella!"

After the separation, Nietzsche was a little dazed and walked unconsciously through the streets.

When he stopped, he found himself standing in front of Sycamore Street.

"Is this the revelation of fate?"

Nietzsche laughed to himself and walked into a grocery store.

Immediately, he saw the black-hearted profiteer boss and the lovely maid.

"Yo, it's been a long time, my little gentleman!"

Fang Yuan put down the newspaper and raised his eyes: "Have you saved enough money?" ”

"Money? What money? Nietzsche was stunned.

"The money for the Vincent paintings, of course! May I introduce it to you...... The treasure that our store has just received, Vincent's late masterpiece - Dream! ”

Fang Yuan pointed to the distorted starry sky map on the wall, and Nietzsche's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

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