Tara is the Latin name for Earth, and the Puppeteer's words and actions unmistakably indicate that she is from Earth.

Previously, when he used psionic energy to see the deeds of the Great Psychic Warlock hundreds of years ago, Muhadi secretly wondered if the puppeteer had a similar experience to himself. Now that this doubt has been solved, the puppeteer is indeed not a native of Atas. It is no wonder that in the ancient legends of the city of Lahm, it is claimed that "the puppeteer was conceived without the physical body".

As for "Messiah" or "Antichrist," they are both religious words on earth. The former is the Messiah prophesied in the Apocalyptic religion of Ibrahim, and the latter is the enemy in the eyes of the followers of the Prophet 'Isa—it is the opposite of the Savior, the opposite of the Prophet, and the abomination that cannot be described by a curse.

Thinking that the other party was such a powerful psychic warlock and had not found a way to return to Earth, a fleeting sense of loss flashed in Muhadi's heart.

Seeing that Muhadi did not speak, the puppeteer took this as a sign of fear. Although I couldn't see her expression, her tone became slightly softer, and even mild. "You don't need to be afraid of me, young man, I won't hurt you. One of the things that the destroyer hates is the hand that sheds innocent blood. ”

She said to destroy the Lord.

Muhadi chewed on the word, and while it was true that the title could be used to refer to the One True God, it was rare. In general, the followers of the Prophet 'Isa like to emphasize the first cause of creation zào, the side of giving, and do not like to mention the side of it that destroys and seizes. They prefer to use the title of Creator rather than Destroyer.

It seems that this puppeteer, even if he is from Earth, is a deviant fellow, thought the Psychic Warlock.

"I'm also from Tara. Muhadi said as he carefully watched for the other party's possible reaction. "As for your second question, I can't answer it. ”

"Can't answer, or don't want to answer?"

"My name is Muhadi in the elven pronunciation and Mahdi in the ancient human language. Mohathir said. "Whether it's a coincidence or some kind of hint, I don't know. ”

"Mahdi. The puppeteer repeated the name, a hint of hesitation in his tone. "It's ...... Some kind of Semitic dialect -- is this another name for the Messiah?"

Upon hearing the other man's answer, the Psychic realized that he had overlooked an important question. It is true that the other party may be from the same earth as him, but not necessarily from the same era. What if the puppeteer is from the Earth of the past or the Earth of the future?

Maybe I should take the initiative to ask the puppeteer what age she is, Muhati thought. "Let me ask you a question, honorable puppeteer. When and when were you born?"

"Why are you asking me this question......" The puppeteer seemed to pause slightly, his smile slightly sluggish, but then he understood Muhadi's intentions. "I was born in the fourth year of the reign of Justinian of Thrace, and what about you?"

Justinian of Thrace is clearly referring to Justinian the Great of Byzantium, and Muhadi thinks about it as if it were more than 500 years after the birth of Isa (i.e., 527 AD). The fact that the Byzantine Emperor is dated seems to indicate that she was an ancient person from the Eastern Roman region.

This is nearly fifteen hundred years away from his own time, the psychic warlock thought first. The next idea is that the Puppeteer appeared in Athas about 600 years ago, not 1,500 years ago, which seems to indicate that Earth time and Atas time in the time traveled are not linear.

"The year I was born, Rome had been reduced to ashes. He said. I wonder if my own ancestors were the ones who ruined the Eastern Romans, he thought.

The puppeteer's smiling face, which looked like a suspended portrait, did not show any emotion, but Muhati felt as if the other party was probing the truth of what he had just said. Finally, she said something of inexplicable significance: "Whatever it wills, it will be fulfilled." ”

After that, the other party didn't speak for a long time, as if he was in deep thought. "Puppeteer?" said Muhadi, trying to wake him up. This is the realm of Ram, and if there is such a big movement, who says that the Witch King will not be attracted to it?

"Follow me. The puppeteer said, show the ability.

Muhadi was dizzy, the world around him seemed to turn into a faded abstract painting, and his body seemed to be compressed and stretched. Even after going through it many times, this kind of teleportation still makes the psychic mancer's stomach flutter.

Then, the world around him was colored again, and Muhati was transported to his destination.

It is a luxurious suite, and the floor is a precious carpet made of the finest wool camel hair. On the four sides of the blanket are exaggerated floral text sewn with silver thread, and in the center is a pattern of a magnificent palace. The furniture in the room is exquisite, and the jewels set on it are dazzling. The handles of the two armchairs are carved from excavated ancient whalebones, and the gold openwork backs are inlaid with thumb-sized emeralds and moonstones. The room is illuminated by an inextinguishable flame held up by two humanoid sculptures on the roof.

There was no door to this room, at least no obvious exit, and the Psychic Warlock wondered where it was, if he had already arrived in Ram City.

Muhadi looked around and he was alone. He was slightly surprised, and then realized that the puppeteer's original Gisyankee body was only manipulated by her, not her body, and naturally he would not be teleported with him.

Just as the Psychic Warlock wondered where the puppeteer had gone, she appeared out of thin air.

The puppeteer's original face, Muhadi had accidentally glimpsed through Guò's ability to go back in time. So when she took shape, he recognized it at a glance.

The puppeteer's body has a brown hair that reaches to the waist. She has a typical Anatolian face, with small eyes, but she seems to be able to pour out beautiful poetry. She is tall, with a straight nose and a noble temperament. She has a classical beauty, less too clear, more too glamorous.

She was draped in an Ionic girdle (net), a white gauze gown often worn by Mediterranean priestesses in classical times, which reached to the heel, with a skirt that seemed to be wrinkled at the hem and held in place by two gold pins at the shoulders. She looks like the famous statue, Aphrodite with a severed arm.

The reason why the puppeteer is called a puppeteer is because she usually never reveals her true body, but only remotely manipulates other people's bodies. She also invades the minds of all viewers, altering the visual information in their brains and obscuring the puppet's true face with a smiley face. This time she actually revealed her true face, and the psychic sorcerer thought it was a good sign.

There was a question that had been haunting Muhadi's mind, so at this moment he asked directly: "Senior puppeteer, why did you save me from the Gisyankees?"

"Because I need your help. The puppeteer said.

"I don't think I have anything to do to help you. Muhathir said. "In fact, if it weren't for your help, I might have been caught on the astral plane by the Gisyankees right now. If you're referring to the investigation that Abellachiri commissioned me, I didn't actually find out anything, and I made up a lie to fool her. ”

As soon as the words came out, Muhadi regretted it. Only he knew about the lie he had made up to deceive the Witch King, and maybe the puppeteer was the one who caught him for this. Now that he has leaked his hole cards, what if the other party thinks that he has no use value and kills people?

But the Witch King was not satisfied. Muhathir hurriedly added. "She also wants me to continue investigating. ”

"I didn't meet you for that reason. The puppeteer said, as if he had seen through Muhadi's thoughts.

"What's that?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

"I noticed you at the time of my resurrection. The puppeteer said. "Maybe you're well disguised, but for me, who is also from Tara, I can see at a glance that you have an otherworldly aura on you. ”

Then it occurred to me that perhaps you could help me to spread the Gospel of the Destroyer in this reckless world, and to accomplish my unfinished business. ”

"But before that, I must test you to see if you really believe in the one true God. That's why I ask you are the Messiah or the Antichrist?"

Muhadi shrugged. "I said it, I'm neither. ”

"Maybe, but I don't have time to be picky, you can do it, you have to do it. The puppeteer said.

Becoming more and more incomprehensible, Muhadi thought. "Why is there no time?"

"Do you think the witch king's magic is so easy to get rid of?" the puppeteer asked rhetorically. "In the last battle between us, I broke her soul and she shattered my body. Even now, when I am reincarnated, I can still feel the remnants of the sculpting magic of six hundred years ago. No matter what shell I use, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, destroying my body little by little. ”

"I'm worried. The puppeteer added. "If I delay, I will have to divide too much strength to maintain my own existence, and I will no longer be able to fight against the Witch King. ”

Muhadi was really shocked, six hundred years ago the puppeteer and Abela Chili broke up, and the two fought a decisive battle outside the city of Lamu. The latter was beaten to amnesia, and now he doesn't remember why he broke with the puppeteer. The former's body was shattered, and now he can't have a stable body. The strength of the Witch King and the Great Mind Warlock was so strong that it really made him feel like he couldn't reach it.

"You want to spread the will of the true God in Athas, and this is also my wish. Muhathir said. "I can swear by anything I have. ”

The puppeteer was using psionic polygraphs, and Muhadi could feel his consciousness being cut through by a razor-like strange consciousness. It is like a real yàn frog lying on a glass plate with its belly open.

At the end, the puppeteer seemed to be finally satisfied, "You're not lying. ”

"Of course I didn't. Muhati shrugged.

"Good. The puppeteer said. "But don't underestimate the difficulty of this, the world ...... I once dreamed that I was the Messiah, but then I am now John the Baptist at best, a witness to the true Messiah. ”

"Dear puppeteer, I do my best. Muhati nodded, accepting the compliment.

"Stop calling me puppeteer," the puppeteer said. "It's not my name, it's just the meaning of shepherd of the crowd. My real name is Wavli. ”

"Wavli?!" Muhati was taken aback again. "Your name is Wavrey, no wonder the Gisyankees are shouting like that...... So how is Younis of Wavli the real name of Abellachili?"

"The Abellachiri you call is Yuunis. Perhaps it was a psychic illusion, and he felt that Wavli's face suddenly became a little strange.

"She is also known as Younis of Wavli because the two of us were inseparable at that time. We loved one another. Ram's courtiers jokingly called her Younis of Wavli, because she was obedient to me at that time. ”

At this moment, Muhadi was speechless in surprise for a while. He had always thought that Wavli was a place name, like Polis in Ebu or Karak in Tyre. It never occurred to him that Wavli was a woman's name, the puppeteer's real name.

He didn't expect that Wavli and Ram's witch king were actually a gay couple. Abela Chili was born beautiful, but she was a witch king and had nine children, so Muhathir never thought she would have a hobby in this area. As for Wavli, Muhadi has always felt that psychic warlocks are not human, at least not normal people, and it is unbelievable that they can be trapped by love.

Once you know this, a lot of things are open. More than 600 years ago, Wavli and Younis fell in love with each other. So Abellachiri says she remembers that she used to be close to the puppeteer. The two of them finally turned against each other, probably because of their love.

The reason why this history is not known to future generations, Muhathir speculates, is because the witch king and the puppeteer fell out, washing away the memories of the court attendants and other insiders. After a decisive battle between the two, Wavli went into hiding, Younis lost his memory, and there was not even a single person in the know.

Muhati was a little amused at the thought that the witch king had entrusted him to investigate the truth of the events of that year, Abela Chili definitely did not expect that the puppeteer was his lover back then, and she was now back to take revenge. No wonder she later changed her name and didn't want to be called Vavrey's Younis anymore.

"You ......," Muhathir tried to say, but he couldn't find the right words. "How ......"

"Do you want to know why we're turning against each other?" asked Wavli, Muhati first noticed that she was a stunning beauty, and it was not surprising that she attracted any man, but it was surprising to attract women.

The Psychic Warlock nodded, he still had something he didn't understand.

"I don't know how you got to Attas, but for me, the experience of getting from Tara to Attas, was very painful. ”

Muhadi himself didn't know how he had crossed the country, as if one moment he was still on Earth, and the next he was in this dying desert world. So he listened to this paragraph very carefully, hoping to find any clues.

"I lost my sense of time, but I think it was a long process. ”

"There is an ancient Aegean myth that says that in the far north, in the land called Svetsjö, there is a boulder. It is a thousand miles high, a thousand miles wide, and a thousand miles thick. Every thousand years, a small bird comes here and sharpens its beak with it. When the stone was so worn away, eternity had passed its first day. ”

"In my subjective sense, I have lived through the eternity of this myth. Wavli said. "Without a body, without a single motionless until eternity...... Can you relate to that?"

Muhadi nodded. "I experienced it. My master trained me in a similar way, and I went crazy a thousand times, and each time I was cured, and then I continued. ”

Wavli's deep eyes looked at him for a moment, then spoke. "Then you are lucky to have an excellent mentor, I don't have such conditions. ”

"I'm not crazy, but I'm schizophrenic. Even after I became a psychic man, it didn't get better. ”

The puppeteer was sick, and Muhadi suddenly remembered that not long ago, a summoned ghost of the ancient Ram had said this, and he was puzzled at the time, but now he understood.

"Schizophrenia. Muhadi repeated the word. "It's not a disease for a psychic mancer. Maybe it's crazy because it's crazy, and maybe it can get better. The Thousand Souls of Atki City is made up of thousands of different souls, but it is very powerful. ”

"I can not care, but Yunis can't. Wavli explained. "She is very aggressive and can't tolerate my state. ”

"At first, it wasn't a big problem. I preach the gospel in the city of Laham, and she is willing to endure my personality mutations from time to time. But soon, the differences between us grew bigger and bigger. She didn't like what I was preaching and grew tired of my increasingly frequent personality changes. ”

"Originally, my second personality would only appear once or twice a month, and each time it was only one or two hourglass hours. But then, the second personality appeared more and more frequently, from once or twice a month, to a week, and then every day. It also lasts longer and longer, from one or two hourglass hours, to all day and night. ”

"So you're turning against each other?" Mouhathir guessed.

The look on Wavli's face seemed to be caught in a deep memory. "It's not that simple. Younis noticed the change in me, and her first thought was to heal me. Although she is good at plastic magic, she is a witch king after all, and as long as she is willing to take the time, it will not be a problem to research a new legendary spell. ”

"It took about six months for Yunis, the spell that Abellachiri needed to finally come out. She first caught a few inhuman races, tortured them to madness, and then realized the effect of the spell. She succeeded a few times, so she decided to come for real. ”

"The spell failed. Muhathir could almost guess the outcome.

"The spell worked. However, it turned out that he had guessed wrong.

"Succeeded?" Muhati didn't understand. "Then why did you get into a fight?"

"Success is success, but the irony is that my second personality at that time was my true self, and my superficial personality at that time was just a pathological thought derived from eternal loneliness. The Witch King Younis wanted to 'cure' my more and more frequent illnesses, but she didn't expect that the 'me' she loved was the disease itself. ”

I see, Muhadi thought, and Abela Chili wanted to heal her lover. Unexpectedly, after the spell was successful, "Wavli" disappeared, but the later "puppeteer" appeared...... I really want to see the expression on the face of the Witch King at that time.

In this way, it makes sense, and the two have turned against each other since then. Afraid of losing face, Abellachiri must have washed away the memories of most of the insiders, and then went to hunt down the "puppeteer" who took possession of her lover's body. Then there was the world-famous battle between the two, Abellachiri lost her memory, and it was no wonder that the truth of the year was obliterated.

Wavli's next words were similar to Muhadi's guess, "...... The destroyer hates the shameful **, and turns the use of a woman's natural nature into a negative use, and so does the man, abandoning the use of a woman's natural nature, lusting and lusting for each other...... And they shall receive in themselves the recompense which they have deserved in vain, and they will not inherit my kingdom, but they will be put to death, and their sins shall be imputed upon them. (Leviticus and 1 Corinth)

This is a verse revered by the followers of 'Issa, and Muhadi has read it, and now it is very strange to hear it recited in another world.

"As soon as my illness was cured, I realized that this sick ** was also gone from me. Wavli, the puppeteer, said. "And since she doesn't think so, then there is only one battle left between the two of us, and there is no other way. ”

"You lost. Muhathir noted.

"The Witch King didn't win either. Wavli proclaimed with some pride.

"So, you've decided to fight the Witch King again. The psychic mancer said along the other man's train of thought.

"That's right. The Great Psychic Warlock said. "This is not only to wash away my shame, but also to keep the gospel of the destroyer from oblivion. Even though the current witch king Abellachiri has lost her memory for a while, since she has the heart to investigate, she will one day piece together the truth. She can find you to investigate, and she can find someone else someday. ”

That's a good thing, so Muhathir chose to keep listening.

"Due to the residual effects of the Witch King's magic, I had to devote a considerable part of my strength to finding and creating a new body for myself. My understanding of psionic energy has also reached a bottleneck, and it is difficult to improve. Wavli said. "The longer it drags on, the more changes there will be, and it is better to fight a decisive battle as soon as possible. Since there is still you from Tara in this world, then I am not worried that the gospel of the Destroyer will be lost. ”

"Let's not talk about ......anything else," Mohamadi said, pointing out a loophole in his statement. "You couldn't beat the Witch King then, can you beat it now?"

"Atas was more alive at that time than it is today. Wavli explained. "Six hundred years ago, the desert was not as big as it is today, and there were still a lot of forests and green spaces around the city. The Witch Kings were invincible only with the support of the abundant vitality of the natural world, and now their power has been greatly weakened...... It is said that a spell of the Witch King during the Purification War can drain a piece of the vitality of the big 6, and even the local pseudo-gods are powerless to resist, so they can only fall one by one. Now the desert is full, the forests are extinct, the seas are dry, and the power of the Witch King is only a shadow of what it once was. ”

Muhati had seen the Ram Witch King Abel Rakchili and the Ulek Witch King Hamanu, and at that time he felt that the strength of the other party could be described as vast and unfathomable, but he did not expect that it was just a shadow of their former strength.

So how powerful Rajat, the master of the Witch Kings, was in his heyday during the Purification War, Muhadi could not have guessed.

Overall, the Psychic Warlock is still not optimistic about the Puppeteer's chances. Abellachiri may not be able to squander her life force as she did for thousands of years, but after all these years, she must have learned a lot of new magic—or something. The last time Muhathir saw the rudiments of the musket in the Witch King's room, he was amazed for a long time.

Go and fight with the Witch King, Muhati wants to say to Wavli, I have a great adventure to take part in across the Salt Sea, you can let me go. By the way, I will naturally spread the truth of the One True God, and you will not ask me to do the same.

As if to see through Muhadi's thoughts, Wafri said to him: "I need your best of luck." ”

"Against the Witch King?" Muhati tilted his head, "I'm afraid this is beyond my power, if I die, then no one will ......"

"I didn't expect you to deal with the Witch King. Wafrey denied it. "But I need your help in dealing with the Witch King's minions. Rest assured, you can handle it too. ”

Muhathir wasn't so relieved easily. "I don't know what the strength of Abela Chili's minions is. I'd better be cautious about unknown enemies. He didn't dare to refuse Wavrey's request in person, just in case.

"Ram City is not like Tyre, where the Templars are not very strong. Wavli said. "Besides, you'll have helpers. ”

"Helper?" Mouhadi repeated.

"Someone you know. Wafri said, and then she began to concentrate and show her abilities.

Two more people were teleported to this luxurious house, both of whom Muhadi knew.

One of them, with a slightly bloated waist and a white robe and a black and white checkered turban, saw al-Muhadi's eyes, which radiated a mixture of hatred, admiration, fear, and so on.

"Muhadi," Benedict said. "I remember you. “

"Thank you for your concern. The Psychic Warlock responded.

The other person was originally veiled, but when it was removed, it revealed a resolute female face with scars.

"Didn't I kill you?" Mohamad wondered, remembering that the woman was the one who had kidnapped him to a trading post outside Ram.

"That's just another me. The scar-faced woman replied nonchalantly. "Isn't copying souls and recreating bodies exactly what psionics are good at, what's so strange about you?"

"The three of you. The puppeteer gave the order, "Assist me in infiltrating the Witch King's palace, and then I will give you the reward you deserve." ”

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