46

The Decaying King opened one eye and dragged the myriad roots that made up his entire body for a distance of about a light year, unhurriedly entrenched in the extinguished, ice-cold sun. This is the most comfortable position he feels in this galaxy, and the death of a star will inevitably drag the entire galaxy into dead silence, and there is one planet that is still struggling.

This is the fourth time in 200 years that the "self" on Earth has contacted the Being, with a slightly higher frequency, but able to understand His feelings. The second contact gave the coordinates of the location at the time, and it was expected to welcome a true god-level visitor - but the "Black Emperor" did not come, and "himself" was released with a pigeon, and the streamer rushed to the moon. So there was a third connection, the ontological container consciousness was exchanged, and the "self" of the earth approached the "Black Emperor" and had a brief and cordial starry sky meeting with him. When the consciousness is exchanged again, the "pleasant" emotions that remain in the thinking organs are felt.

Joy, pity, schadenfreude.

Sadness, sympathy, immense love.

Abandoning humanity does not mean losing the feeling of joy, anger and sorrow, but the sleeping body has not felt such happy emotions for a long time.

And this joy was magnified to the extreme when witnessing the fall of the Black Emperor. The joy of participating in and watching the death of a true god is second only to bringing about the demise of a planet with one's own hands, and the ecstasy that cannot be endured by a small container is conveyed to the main body of the starry sky, and the stars at their fingertips tremble with it.

I really want to find the place of His resurrection, to take the body of the "Black Emperor" out of the mausoleum, to solemnly hold this shadow of order in the palm of my hand, to appreciate His suffering due to human nature, to appreciate His madness caused by pollution, to continue and appreciate forever and forever. But the earth's sky was obscured by the curtain of night, and even the eyes of the outer gods who could see through the latitude could not accurately find the last tomb under the hidden layers of obstacles.

The Fallen Mother Goddess was far away on the moon, and the eyes of the two outer gods were at the touch of a button, and no one had any idea of stirring up trouble in the incomplete pillar and the old days when they had lost half of their essentia, quietly waiting for that day to come.

The King of Decay rubs the planet in his palm, and the creatures who live on it and cannot die wail and praise His name.

The other hands each held a pale and dead planet or a flower of the same color as the eye, but the third hundredth hand was empty, and something should be put on it. Because the first time "I" contacted the ontology, I said that there was a female human cub on the earth who made a bet with him for divination of celestial phenomena. So the lottery decided to crush the 300th planet in hand, and let the debris of this asteroid pass through the atmosphere and pass by the Earth, becoming the most magnificent meteor group of that night, causing the astronomers to be collectively anxious.

The eyes in the palm of the four hundred and thirty-fifth hands opened, and the cyan pupils, which symbolized destruction, turned in the direction of the earth with the palms. Southern Continent, the right size, can be bottled. If you want to carry it on the North Continent, you have to break it apart and load it separately, but the best thing to do is to hold the whole earth in your hands, just like the souvenirs you took with you on your previous travels.

The fourth connection is a brief exchange that takes place within the mind.

"Myself" said: "All the places on earth that can be visited have been investigated, and the mysterious Western Continent has been sealed by the Lord of Mystery, and I have not found my essentia, so I may need to go to the "God's Forsaken Land". ”

The King of Decay replied, "Yes."

"Myself" also said, "I can't go to the forsaken land of God for no reason, after all, it is the kingdom of God of the true Creator, is there anything I can do?" ”

The King of Decay thought for a second, and the flood of information and knowledge rolled through his thoughts, and in an instant it was conveyed to "himself".

The first way is to sneak in, but infiltrating the kingdom of other gods will obviously cause conflicts between the gods, and "oneself" has not yet given up the idea of his current identity. The second way is to create a catastrophe, to create a catastrophe in God's forsaken land, and the "true Creator" will send people to see what is going on, but He has His own angels and may not send "Himself." The third way is to wait and see what happens, and find an opportunity to enter naturally, but this will probably take a long time, and maybe only when the god war begins.

"Well, let's wait and see what happens." The consciousness on earth replied, "Help Him to complete the ritual of coming to earth first." ”

47

Lanlius softly pushed open the door and entered the room. The man sitting on the windowsill looked over silently, and he was startled.

"What are you going out for?" I asked him, "Good morning, fraudster, it's not yet time for you to go." ”

“…… Big...... My lord. ”

As if there was an electric current rolling around his body, the fraudster lowered his head in panic, his fingers scratched his arms uncontrollably, as long as he was watched by these eyes, he could not help but recall everything he had suffered in that warning dream, and his whole body was aching: "I didn't, I didn't want to escape!" You've been meditating for two days now, and I'm just out looking at the night watchers! Absolutely not—"

"I'm sure you're a man of the times."

I adjusted the time difference by the way, and remembered that the last time I went out was when I bought a newspaper with the news of the pirate's death. Putting down the books that had been spread out for dozens of hours in his hand, he calmly replied: "You don't need to be nervous, why should you be nervous?" You have successfully completed the conditions for the descent of God, received His reward and flesh and blood, and once you succeeded, you are a divine servant. Or are you still scared about things that don't make sense? ”

"Yes...... Yes. "I'm just a follower of Him, how can an insignificant human being act—act—"

"As long as he can succeed, he probably won't care about such boring things." I said, "Show your worth." Since you can't escape, do your own thing and pray for God's favor. ”

The fraudster, who had no choice, took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mood, and began to report: "...... My previous attempts to escape Tingen left behind many clues and loopholes that misled the punisher and the Mechanical Heart, into thinking that I had escaped. The night watchman retrieved the letter from my lodgings, but probably hasn't realized what the 'bomb' really is, well, 'bomb', please forgive me for my stupidity and ignorance at the time. ”

I nodded, "Go ahead." ”

"The Nightwatcher is investigating Lady Sharon, and you may not know much about it, but the current clues point to a struggle between the Extraordinary's gangs. The night watchman did not investigate anything, and the police have published newspapers characterizing the incident as a vicious homicide. ”

That's right, when contacting the "ontology", I did feel a trace of snooping eyes, which seemed to be a high-level divination, but it was pitifully weak, and the connection was already disconnected before I could trace it back. Because at such a time, one's state will happen to be at a special point in the person of the old day, and the soothsayer who is not afraid of death will lose his life in an instant, and he will not see anything before he dies.

Lanerus ended the debriefing, which was basically in line with it. I looked out the window, two buildings and two streets away from the Nightwatchman's base, the Black Thorn Security Company, and I could still see what was going on there through the eyes and ears of the nightmares. After sorting out the extra information in my mind, the following events occurred in the Nightwatch's base within 48 hours:

1. Nightmare's special request has been replied to by the Templar, and someone will soon come to inspect him, and he will soon be promoted to Sequence 6.

2. Within the scope of Xiaolou, the related words "Dai Li" and "Ms. Dai Li" are mentioned twelve times, two of which come from the nightmare herself, and the verbs before and after appear more are "confession", "invite", and "meet".

3. The police were dispatched twice to investigate the witch's incident, but nothing was found. Help the punisher find traces of Lanerus, but still find nothing.

4. 0-08 and its writer's nonsense on reality make the night watcher aware of the existence of "coincidence" and consciously confront it.

5. The death of the witch is characterized as some kind of ritual to please the demon.

……

As I drank my tea, I spent half a second in my mind pondering the phrase "ritual to please demons," which in a sense was very true. The writer offered the witch a blood sacrifice and begged me to leave his hiding place and leave the city, but I refused and punished him. I left only traces of extraordinary strength at the scene of the crime, which may indeed be a little bloody, but there are too many ways and people who love blood, and the struggle between extraordinary people and secret organizations can be understood, how is the "demon ritual" associated with it?

High-level divination has not failed? Or did someone realize that this was the eating of the "demons" of the middle and high sequences? The latter is more likely...... I looked over slowly, and the nightmare eyes of the team members just swept over everyone's faces, the midnight poet, the clown, the corpse collector, the voyeur...... Everyone has traces of being distorted by fate to a greater or lesser extent, especially the Midnight Poet and the Joker, who are supposed to be the two people who always save the day in the notes, and the one who is clearly marked as "secret" is the Midnight Poet.

You can pay a little attention to it...... Or do you want to kill it?

Following the nightmare's perspective, I saw two young men walking down the stairs side by side. There was a knock on the front desk door, and it was pushed open, and a tall woman with blond hair walked in. Wearing a ruffled hat, wearing a long skirt, with turquoise eyes, and her belly bulging, as if she was more than seven months pregnant.

The nightmare was not visible, neither could the midnight poet and the clown, and an almost substantial resentment and despair gathered around the woman, especially in her abdomen, which was contracted like a gray cloud with the breath of the fetus in her womb, not yet fully absorbed. The kid saw me, opened his eyes and giggled in the direction of the nightmare. The mother, who had not yet lost consciousness, also turned her head in confusion under the influence of the child, and nodded at the nightmare, which instantly tensed her body.

I winked at Him. The writer is even more breathless than I thought, how did he survive until now?

"Good afternoon, allies' children." I said, "Of course, you'll soon be an ally himself." ”

Then, I turned my head. The fraudster, thinking I was talking to the air, stole a glance out the window from time to time: "You can go." ”

Lanerus was stunned for a moment, then jumped up as if he had been pardoned, and rushed out the door with his suitcase, as fast as if he were afraid that I would regret it on the spot. I watched his back disappear into the street, then looked in the direction of Blackthorn Security again, and leisurely picked up his teacup and tray again.

"Don't forget about our deals." I say.

48

Inside the reception hall of Black Thorn Security.

Leonard had shaken off his stiff state, and his expression was no longer strange about the newly discovered house that Lanrius had rented.

"Really? He never told me......" Megoos frowned slightly, and gave a fairly normal reply. After saying that, she grabbed her blonde hair, grabbed a handful, and threw it into the trash can next to her. Again and again, her face was faintly distorted.

Leonard froze for a moment, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, and cold sweat broke out in his palm. When Megoos brushed his face open, grabbed the long strips of flesh stained with blood, and exposed Bai Sensen's teeth, he couldn't help but listen intently, and then his face turned blue.

He barely managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Megoos, who kept scratching his face and flesh, "I'll go to the bathroom."

In the partition behind the corridor, Dunn looked at Leonard, who was talking to Klein and nervously preparing for battle, and suddenly fell into a trance for a moment, and his empty hand subconsciously touched the gun pouch on his waist, feeling that he should solve the two companions who hindered God's descent as agreed. But in the next second, he returned to normal, patted the hem of his clothes with his hand very naturally, and also joined the strategic arrangement.

Dunn Smith pulled down his collar and spoke firmly: "I'll go out with St. Selena's ashes first, you guys will go out in ten seconds, remember, and then come out to fight, no matter whether my condition is good or bad, you can't waste your time aiming at Megoos and the baby in her belly, and make your most powerful attack."

With that, he turned around, holding the urn, and walked erally to the reception hall and the heirs of the evil gods waiting there.

TBC

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* It's time for the battle chapter again, and the author does a fishing.

First contact in 200 years: Bernadette and Edward, who had just become a Sequence 5 Astrologer, made a bet that there would be a meteor shower on a certain day of the month.

Edward: Not really, but you can have it, do you want to see it?

* Without a far-sighted layout, without the terrifying hanged man's brain, he is idle (...... In peacetime, I had nothing to bet with the little girl, I had nothing to do with my collection, and I even had a snowball fight with the Gustav family in the winter, and then everyone conspired to build Russell into a snowman, which was praised by Matilda, and Russell climbed out and performed a friendly fight between reliable adults (mythical creatures) for the children. （……