As a series of incantations came out of Abner's mouth, the crimson moon in the canopy was strangely stained with blood.

In Beckland's Harvest Church, a figure with silver hair and silver eyes, as if the word "beauty" symbolized by the word, suddenly appeared by the glass window, she raised her head to look at the night sky, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly to herself:

"Blood Moon...... Let's see if you'll see through my plan this time......"

……

In a house on Williams Street in the West End, a girl with beautiful blonde hair and an umbrella in her hand was talking to Medici, the "Red Angel" who lives here, but suddenly, she turned her head to look at the sky, and put on a monocle in her right eye.

"Something interesting seems to have happened......" Amun's teenage clone became interested, turned to the "Red Angel" and asked, "Do you know what this is?" ”

"You should ask your former colleagues...... If you have the guts. Medici spat out a smoke ring and habitually mocked.

Since separating from Sauron and Einhorn, she has prayed to the "true creator" and has been "given" extraordinary characteristics at the angelic level without accident.

Now she doesn't need a "gatekeeper" to be active in reality for a long time.

"Now is not the time to meet Bethel...... Amun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said instead, "Are you interested in becoming a true god?" I can offer some help. ”

Medici wouldn't believe a word about the words of the "Angel of Time", and she sneered and said, "Could it be that you still have the 'conqueror' trait in your hand?" Or did you steal the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'? ”

"I really don't have a ...... of the 'Conquistador' trait or the 'Red Priest' uniqueness," Amon turned the handle of the umbrella and continued, "But you haven't thought about the conversion path?" ”

"What? Are you confident that you can kill the Primordial Witch? She's not in good shape, but it's not something the two of us can deal with...... And the Lord is inconvenient to do it. Medici replied dismissively, then threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

"I mean you can learn the 'Blood Emperor', only in reverse, become the 'Black Emperor'!" Amon smiled and unveiled the answer.

"'Black Emperor'? So you tried so hard for me to help you deal with Augustus! Although Medici didn't believe Amon at all, he gave her advice a serious consideration in his heart.

"You should know that after the resurrection of the 'Black Emperor', you can wash away the 'madness' after the transformation, and as long as the Augustus family fails, I have the ability to 'take' all the materials on her......

"Besides, Augustus's promotion to the Black Emperor was pushed by that paranoid, don't you want to sabotage her plans?"

Speaking of this, Amon did not wait for Medici to answer, and disappeared into the night with a turn, leaving only the sentence "I hope to get a satisfactory answer when we meet next time" echoed in the ears of the "Red Angel".

Medici narrowed her eyes and stared at where she was standing for a while, before she silently mocked: "The little crow has changed the body of a woman, and her personality has become a little better than before."

"At least I didn't even think about burning her hair......

"But the 'Black Emperor'...... Oh, it sounds tempting, but it's not that easy! ”

Medici admits that for a moment, she was actually moved.

……

Docked aboard the Future in Morning Star City, Sharf, tormented by Frank's experiments, suddenly sat up straight from the mushroom bushes.

He looked up at the blood moon in the sky through the porthole, and then glanced at Frank, who was studying the strange plants in Morning Star City, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

At the same time, in the Observer's Castle, as the ritual progressed, Abner suddenly saw a deep darkness looming in front of him, and in the depths of the darkness was a never-ending storm and the occasional lightning.

The next second, a voice rang in his ears, not a giant, not an Elvish or an ancient Hermetic, but a voice that had never been touched before.

But Abner could understand it as soon as he heard it, and it seemed like the true source of many of today's languages.

"That's what Mr. 'Gate' is saying, isn't it? It's no wonder that Foirth couldn't stand it at first, and the 'pollution' of this sound was close to looking directly at the 'incomplete mythical form'......

"Where did Mr. 'Men' learn this 'technique'? Well, according to the original book, it is likely that she was 'polluted' by more than one outer god, could this be the power that the 'unquenchable whisper' brought to her?

"But I'm not Mr. 'Fool' at all, and I can't correctly distinguish the meaning of her words, and from what I hear, she is shouting 'save her'......"

As soon as Abner thought of this, the shouting from infinity suddenly stopped, and there was a deathly silence around him.

After two or three seconds, an ethereal but impaling voice came into his mind:

"You were the one who performed the 'Gate of the Grey Mist' ceremony."

This sentence is flat and straightforward, without a little ups and downs, but it makes Abner frown, because of the "pollution" contained in it, even he is a little unbearable now.

Of course, this is without opening the "pure white eye".

"Who are you?" Abner asked knowingly.

The voice smiled in a low voice:

"You can call me Mr. 'Door'.

"And don't pretend you don't know, I don't think you're a stranger to me."

…… Judging by how much you show for Aglaia, you may be one of my sons-in-law! Abner secretly complained and asked:

"Mr. 'Gate'...... You're His Highness Bethel Abraham, right? ”

The voice that came through countless barriers restored its calmness just now:

"Yes.

"But I can feel that you seem to have the blood of the Abrahamic family in your body, shouldn't you just call me ancestor?"

The reason why she felt this way was because it was a ceremony presided over by Alvin from the beginning, just in case.

"Heh, but your 'call for help' has caused the entire Abraham family to fall into a curse that has lasted for more than a thousand years, and basically no one can become a 'traveler', or even a 'recorder', they always get out of control and become monsters when they are promoted or on the night of the full moon." Abner said in the tone of a rebellious junior of the Abrahamic family.

Mr. "Door" was silent for two seconds and said:

"There are no 'arcane mages' anymore, no other demigods?

"And what's the matter with you? Turning to the 'soothsayer' path shouldn't make the whispers go away. ”

"Not since the 'War of the Four Emperors', and the curse you brought with you has made it impossible for Abrahams to become demigods...... And I, with my own secrets. Abner said.

Mr. "Door" sighed and said:

"I was banished into the eternal darkness of the night, held back by a storm that never ceases, and I had no way of knowing what was happening in the real world, nor did I expect the entire Abrahamic family to fall to this point......"

"Okay, don't talk about it......" Abner cut off the other man's words, he didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with this "door" gentleman, and turned to business, "Now I am holding the so-called 'Gray Mist' ceremony, and I need to borrow your power. ”

As he spoke, his mind moved, communicating with the body of the "Source of Fall", and in an instant, the remnants of the "old days" power diffused to the source of the sound with the help of connection.

The next moment, the flat voice suddenly changed, and it became excited and crazy.

"Don't save me!"