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"So." The Decayed King said, "What's the matter with the inexplicable extra spiritual creature affinity in me lately?"

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"I don't know." Edward was puzzled. She perfunctorily touched two handfuls of Fugen's dogs that sniffed at her feet, and Fugen's dogs licked wildly where they had been touched, and then quickly ran back to the fog of history, not knowing whether they disliked or liked it. There were also many strange spirit creatures that surrounded her curiously, seriously hindering her progress.

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"Obviously I haven't come into contact with any high-level sequences recently, and I haven't come across seals related to the spirit world......

"Crane? Unlikely. He's just Sequence 7, and even if it has anything to do with him, it's probably just because of something behind him. ”

"Didn't I pry his soul before?"

「……」

"It's really troublesome." Edward bypassed the group of spirit creatures, "Belial hasn't moved, it should be hiding, I don't know what the Belial family will do, I'm looking forward to doing something to me." ”

The Corrupted King drained this thought and dispersed it to prevent it from being detected by the demonic sense of the Patriarch of Belial. Twenty percent of her (Edward) had her own thoughts, and she didn't answer, sinking back into consciousness. Amun, a typist, was walking on a branch, holding a model of a rocket launcher in his hand, disassembling and reshaping it with great interest, exploring the structure of the unknown device.

Seeing the return of the Decayed King, Amon did not immediately stand up to show respect, but greeted him quite leisurely. He had already discovered that although the god had the word king in his name, he actually did not have much to ask for the attitude of others. And I don't like to communicate with people, so I spend most of my time in my own thoughts, quietly waiting for something.

What can the outer gods wait for? Probably a hands-on opportunity, right?

Unknown path, unknown purpose, what else will she do? Amon also found it funny, but Amon didn't say anything. He has no sense of belonging to the earth and human beings, and is only alienated from the current world. There is no humanity, no love and no hate, only likes and dislikes on the basis of life. If this is the case with the ontology, he will have fewer emotions as a doppelganger.

If it was in the past, the ancient sun god would have reprimanded him a few words when he was alive, telling him to pay attention to the fragile inhabitants of this planet, but Adam, who was actually his father in the skin of his brother, was also silent. She has been a captive for more than a hundred years, and has endured too many explorations and studies that a virtual personality should not bear, and now she sees through the red dust and has no quarrel with the world. The virtual personality still refuses to bow its head, or its setting makes it impossible to bow its head, but Amon has already gained a little privilege with his serious and studious attitude, as long as he doesn't prank too much, he won't be able to do anything at all.

If he goes out of line, the Stooper's Charm and the magical items of the Stealer's path will be his fate.

Sure enough, the outer god ignored him at all, and returned to his seat as before, pondering something.

Amon thought about it, put down the rocket launcher in his hand, stood up and straightened his clothes, and walked in front of the other party very naturally: "Your Majesty."

The outer gods didn't move.

"Is there anything I can do for me?" Amon lifted his monocle and asked with a smile, "I want to know some knowledge of the old days, and the perfect civilization you told me about twenty years ago." ”

The gods remained unresponsive. Amon often suspected that there was no flesh or nerves underneath the mimic face, as she didn't even open her mouth when she spoke. Of course, this is the world of deep consciousness, and the basic thing that you talk about is to follow your own instinct as a living being, and it's understandable that the person on the other side is not a living being, and it is understandable that you don't have that instinct.

"Incompleteness is the root of progress, and the only way left for a perfect life is silence or self-destruction."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, this voice appeared in Amon's ears. The King of Decay finally looked at him, without much expression on his face, and his voice carried the indifference and hardness of an inanimate substance, with the arrogance of the dust under his eyes. Amon had long been accustomed to this kind of conversation, and he was not flustered, but more relaxed: "What can I do for you in exchange for these materials?"

"Information on God's Forsaken Lands."

Adam looked up.

"......" Amon touched his eyes, not surprised by Adam's reaction at all, but he didn't care, "I'm just a sequence 3 clone, my memory is limited, and the detailed information may only be known to the ontology." ”

"Amon." Adam couldn't help but speak.

"Save it, Adam, you're not my father now, you're not even paranoid." Amon smiled a little wickedly, he didn't even look at the slightly cracked expression on Adam's face, and turned his head to look into the eyes of the outer god without a child's hole, "I will give you everything I know, including the location of that clone in the Godforsaken Lands, the value you can judge for yourself." If there's a premium, I mean if, I'd like to ask for more knowledge of the old days. ”

"Yes." The gods answered him in a surging voice.

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"This is Bansey?"

By the time Edward left the long-distance spiritual teleportation and was grounded, it was already dark. As far as the eye can see, the fog is heavy, the clouds obscure the moon, and the whole city is shrouded in a horror movie atmosphere, as if something will pop out of the shadows in the next second. But at nine o'clock, the streets were empty, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and even the churches were only lit with one or two lights, and it seemed that they were practicing the rule of "don't open the door after dark".

"Bansey, formerly known as Pency Harbor, is that a very interesting name, Binsey, Binsey, the vampire goblin of old anecdotes and legends?"

Edward walked boldly forward, through the center of the city, and bumped into a pedestrian and his head in the square.

The headless walking corpse flicked its teeth and claws for two seconds, and then the blood that flowed from the broken neck froze. The head that dragged its snake-like vertebrae flew around in the air, then disintegrated itself in fear.

Edward watched as the pile of rotting flesh and bones crackled and fell to the ground, and he took two steps back in disgust.

"The monsters in Bansey all work part-time, but they don't take their work seriously." The headless walking corpse ran away, and was then blasted by a rock thrown by Edward. Seeing that there were no signs or passers-by around, Edward simply approached a dead tree with yellowed leaves on the side of the road, knocked on the trunk, and asked, "Where do I go to the most dangerous place?"

Tree:......

"Oh." Edward got the information he wanted through mysterious communication, and was given the keyword "telegraph office".

So she took the direction and found a path near the square. Wandering unhurriedly along the path through the grove and the city, she found a small house with a sign on the door of the residential area with a sign reading "Telegraph Office". There was no widespread newspaper industry at sea, the mailing industry was not well developed, the delivery efficiency was comparable to that of a turtle, and the telegraph, which was used with a modest frequency in the northern continent, was the main tool of long-distance communication here.

She squinted, her fingers bent together, and knocked on the door of the telegraph office.

A gentle female voice came from the telegraph office:

"Hello, yes, come to shoot, telegram, right?"

"Please, come in."

Edward gladly accepted, grabbing the metal handle of the wooden door with her right hand, turning it downward with a slight snap and pushing it forward.

There was a wooden table in the small room with a typewriter on the table, and a telegraph and chairs on the wall. Two heads on chairs, facing the wooden door, with bloody vertebrae dragging under their necks, looked at each other with the sound of the door opening. One is a woman's head and the other is a man's. They were no different from the head Edward had encountered outside, but there was a deeper and more terrifying mystery about them.

Where did the body go? Edward couldn't help but think.

"Please, go and send a telegram."

"The Standard Code Book and the Dictionary of Languages are on the shelves. Please read and confirm the destination, address. ”

The red-haired woman's head slowly spoke like a typewriter.

"Okay, thanks." Edward rubbed his temples, feeling a spiritual vibration, some of the influence of the higher personality trying to pollute and erode her, but not enough to shake the guards of the decayed monarch who were watching the outside world in the space of consciousness. It seems that their judgment is a little wrong, if it is impossible for a mere "weather warlock" to influence angels of the same level, is there a "conqueror" here? Since the fall of the Red Angel Medici and the other two conquerors, the Hunter Sequence has not appeared on the surface...... Where will it be?

Thinking of this, Edward glanced at the red-haired woman out of the corner of his eye, and felt that things were even more difficult.

But she really hadn't paid attention to the code. When playing as a human, her contact range is generally limited to the surrounding cities, and it is enough to send letters. In an extraordinary way, the messenger is much more useful than the telegraph. Edward sat down in front of the telegraph, flipped through the code with great interest, and marked "Starry Sky" in the address field.

The atmosphere at the telegraph office suddenly became solemn.

"Sir."

"Please ......"

"Don't, prank."

"Sorry, I just tried it." Edward laughed apologetically and deleted the address. Instead of seeking the help of the two staff members, she typed tentatively while checking the letters of the code.

"Withere, yes, Juggernaut."

"Decaying, king."

"All, the ...... of life"

Her learning ability is so fast that the two heads of a man and a woman don't react, and the lines of code have been photographed. There are no rituals and props, but it is a symbolic ritual for the gods to summon themselves. The heads don't know all this, they only know that someone has summoned unknown gods on their territory, and an evil god has come to kick the hall! The man's head let out a soul-shaking screech, and the gray-white mist spread, and the red-haired woman's mouth suddenly grew, and the tentacles of rotten flesh rushed out of her mouth and pounced on Edward Vaughn, who was sitting in front of the telegraph.

“…… The ultimate journey. ”

She didn't panic, and her fingers went up and down a few times, and she finished typing the line of code. Personality covered, divinity transformed, she only closed her eyes for a second, but as if she had woken up from a long slumber, she opened a pair of cyan eyes without childlike holes.

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The King of Decay looked at the door of the telegraph office. Carrying the handle in hand, I wonder which way to open it to "get there".

Behind her was a dim, decaying room, which for a brief moment seemed to have been transformed into a thousand years in the telegraph office, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and the windows were so tightly climbed by tiny branches that no light could penetrate. The darkness seemed to hide terror, and countless vines and roots took over every corner like giant cobwebs, growing out of all the crevices, and the branches and branches were glowing gray and black before they died.

There were no heads, only a few dry bones swallowed by the sand, and the rest of the arrangement was reduced to rotten dust. The movement was so small that there was almost no movement, the house was in ashes, and there was an extra tree on the road that seemed to have been rooted for decades, and it was difficult to notice this subtle change without looking closely, while the surrounding buildings were still silent, and no one noticed the change here.

“……”

The gray-white mist disappeared at some point. The Decaying King thought for a moment, pushed the door open and left the telegraph office, then stretched out his hand and tugged at it. The deadbolt and the wall were rotting and scattering black ash silently, and she ripped the entire wooden door completely off the doorframe.

Then, she leaned the door against a wall casually, with the number facing outward, and once again grasped the handle, turned slowly, and pushed the door open into the wall.

The door leaned against the wall, and she took a step forward, her right foot just stepping into the gap between the door and the wall.

At that moment, she saw gray-white mist again, which did not spread from the door, but seemed to fill the world in an instant. The King of Decay felt something, and looked around, seeing that the buildings around her were no longer low-rise houses with small single-family buildings in the harbor of Bansi, and she saw that everything had changed.

She was in an alley, with long bluestone bricks under her feet and black bricks and white tiles on the walls at hand. She looked into the distance, saw the short-shirted vendor pushing a cart selling fruit on the side of the street, the black festering vocal cords that shook in his throat when he shouted, and saw the forest of buildings tens of meters high, the neon signs in traditional Chinese characters were also on in the daytime, and the fancy colors and lights were showing; I also saw a woman in a long skirt smiling at the door, dragging a swaying, fleshy body made of white bones and flesh.

Her expression became a little strange, and a grim look appeared on "Edward's" face as never before.

"What "weather god" ......"

"Is it the City of Calamity consciously eroding reality?"

TBC

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"Essentia is talking." (frowning) (beaten)

Back to the main plot.

The eyes of the decay simulated humanoid shell do not have child holes, after all, child holes are used by animals to sense light, if you use ultrasound, smell, peripheral senses, optical refraction and occult methods to understand the world, then you don't need child holes, and naturally you don't need this texture.