Odin looked at Carter Larson's figure, straightened his blood-soaked robes, and began to smile happily again: "At least he recognizes his hatred. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At that moment, his spiritual sea was full of monks' corpses - no wonder he was so frightened, after all, a few minutes ago, he thought he was one of the monks. ”

"Maybe he doesn't know what kind of crazy thing he's going to do - Ursus, that's exactly what we need, isn't it?"

There was no one around, and a white "spirit" appeared around Odin. It spun around for a while, and said with some hesitation, "Odin, emotions are not a bad thing. Why do you keep trying to deny that? Didn't you help Carter Larson because he had something in common with you?"

Odin wiped the blood stains on the ground with his hand and replied bluntly: "No, I have no emotions. I only helped him because he was at the right time and could bring me the most benefit, and it had nothing to do with emotion. ”

"Spirit" refused to let go of this topic: "If it weren't for my emotions, I wouldn't have saved you, and you wouldn't have tried all kinds of ways to help me continue my life." ”

Odin's voice still didn't fluctuate at all: "If the prophecy of Fred's bloodline is never wrong, if you don't save me, I can survive." And you may not be what you are now. ”

"Ursus, there's nothing to discuss—let's uncover the light that guards the city. ”

The night was still as silent as death.

Odin avoided the patrol and strode on the Avenue of Atonement. It was his first real visit to the city.

The surrounding buildings cast black shadows in the light of the white moon, and these shadows tilted towards the sanctuary like countless elongated hands.

Walking along the Avenue of Atonement, before the Templars on the night watch discovered him, Odin walked through the Knights' Cloister and onto the Poppies Trail, which is said to have been named by a certain heiress of the Larson family, and has the same meaning as the city of Paliva, once home to the family's vassals and wealthy merchants, but now deserted.

At the end of the poppy path, there is a huge amphitheater called the Poppy Theater. It is the place where all the freemen revel, the festival day of the god Osiris, the full moon, the harvest day...... Almost all festivals are celebrated here.

With a slight leap, Odin climbed into the nearly two-metre-high first floor of the stand, where he was fascinated by a huge carving in the center of the theater.

It's the Circle! It's the Circle that provides the barrier for the city of Paliva!

The carving was identical to the circle in the lord's mansion, the outermost layer surrounded by meaningless images of Osiris and prayers, but the inner layer was even more elaborate—the melted Ugin and Mithril plated every streak, and the entire array shone slightly in the silver moonlight.

A layer of dark red floated in the middle of the array, and the surrounding incantations scattered a dark golden light—the effect of the mixture of precious hedron powder.

Just looking at it like this, I felt that the moonlight, wind, temperature, water vapor, and fine dust had all lost their characteristics and were hovering around the circle.

In contrast, the pattern of the lord's mansion is extremely simple.

"Look, Ursus, this is the truth about protecting the city-state! There is a huge magic circle in the center of this building! Within the magic circle, every line can provoke the vibration of the origin force field. These oscillations interfere with each other and have an incomparable effect - this is a discipline, what do humans say...... It's really a 'science'. Odin sighed.

"But neither the heir, Carter Larson, nor the monks who were revered by the crowd, did not seem to understand the principle, and spoiled the miracles they had created—just like the low-level demons threw stones, they only used magic circles and spells as tools, and attached some kind of irrational ...... 'piety'. ”

The white spirit was silent for a while, and flew to the center of the theater, hovering in the center of the huge array, as if trying to test the correctness of Odin's speculation.

"Perhaps because of the ethereal existence known as the 'God Osiris', it really gives humans power. The spirit swirled rapidly along the lines of the idol's recess from the ground, as if tracking the traces of an unknown force.

"Yes, judging by the array - it can only store a small amount of energy for a short time, and in order to form a permanent defense in the city of Paliva, there must be a source of external power. Odin replied.

"Look, here!" Spirit found traces at the outermost end of the array: "These metal pipes covered with incantations extend from nowhere to here, and I can feel the turbulent energy flow in the pipes, they are the blood vessels of this circle. ”

Odin leapt to the top of the theater - a huge structure more than ten meters high, and he could see the whole city clearly from the marble walls.

He found dense streets, forming a square ring after another, with a huge cross in the center, pointing to the Sanctuary of Osiris. This metal pipe, creeping from the surface, is buried deep underground after leaving the theater.

"The energy reservoir is inside the Sanctuary, and the whole city is a giant circle. He found the answer.

"Then, ten days later, the Day of the Human Sacrifice will be the day of their calamity - before that, we will have to travel to the Valley City for six days and round trip, and we will be pressed for time, and hopefully we will not be too bad to run into the hordes of nightmares. Odin's tone became brisk.

Then he smiled again—a small cluster of people appeared on the outskirts of the city of Paliva, within the range of his astonishing vision.

People who gather in the middle of the night near the city-state must be a very interesting group.

Odin quickly jumped off the high walls of the Poppy Theater, jumped over a few paths, and climbed the walls of the city of Paliva.

He stood on top of the wall, and the crowd was two blocks away from him. He could clearly see the movements of these people, and even barely saw the scrolls in their spiritual sea, and the night wind brought their whispers.

The group was wrapped in a black cloak with a ram's horn skeleton embroidered with thick thread on the surface of the cloak - it looked more like the skeleton of a demon. However, the shabby coarse cloth of these men could not be concealed under the cloaks, and they did not even wear shoes.

They raised their hands to the sky, then bowed down towards the Black Sea.

A white-haired old man in a white cloak chanted and circled the kneeling crowd, drawing a six-pointed star with a withered branch, and then slowly walked in front of the crowd, raising a dagger that shimmered with silver light, and slashing his arm.

Blood drips down.

The six-pointed star appeared with a faint red light, floating into the air like a mirror, and the figures of the crowd appeared upside down in front of the mirror.

The white-haired old man chanted: "Prophet of the Shadow Continent. ”

Everyone sang in unison.

"Knowing that I walk in affliction,

Knowing the sins of the world,

Knowing the truth of the gods,

The origin of the world is eternal,

I will always follow the heart of the source,

Waiting for the day of judgment,

Sinners die forever, but believers live forever. ”

After everyone finished chanting, the figure in the mirror, with a dense head as the fulcrum, and the torso coiled and twisted like a tree root, extending infinitely in the six-pointed star array. The mirror gradually forms a colorful film like honey locust foam, which can be faintly seen, and the large, vague image of hovering figures is formed.

"I, the one who fights against God,

Called "The Apocrypha",

Waiting for the fire of disillusionment,

Follow the King of Scorpions. ”

The vague image gradually dripped from the plane and stretched out from the mirror surface of the six-pointed star—at first wrapped in a translucent colored film, the facial features squeezed together like a frog's egg, and then the water droplet swayed, swayed, and expanded like a wind-blown film, and finally covered the entire six-pointed star array.

This is an upside-down head! This head is covered in a light film, its eyes are like black holes, and it has a pair of ram-like horns on its head!

The scene was eerie - it looked like a devil sticking out of the dark red mirror and peering at the people who worshipped him.

"It's the Great King Saltan Diggs!" Seeing this scene, the white "spirit" spun quickly and let out a surprised sound.

"Ursus, you're saying that my dead grandfather, in that little six-pointed array, came back to life?" Odin looked closely at the blurry, barely discernible face, unable to find a resemblance to himself.

The white spirit replied, "It doesn't look like a resurrection, it's more likely to be an illusion." ”

Ursus was silent for a moment, and then approached Odin, his tone seemingly becoming agitated.

"My father, the last generation of True Eyes, mentioned to me that Saltan had sown the seed in the human world, and that his descendants would reap it. When my father followed the Great King to fight, I was still in the midst of chaos, and the demons - normally not like to communicate like we do now. ”

"So, what did Sartan Diggs do in the human world is a mystery that we need to unravel - it's clear that the 'fire of disillusionment' chanted by this group of humans is you, Odin. You appear in the prophecies of the Fred race, as well as in the ode to the human continent. ”

Odin stared at the film of light, the so-called prophecy and bloodline did not arouse his emotions. He has no sense of identity with humans, and neither does he with demons - he is a ruthless xenobiotic. At the moment, he only cared about his grandfather, whom he had never met, and whether it would bring him good or trouble if he left such a group of human traitors for him.