273

Jason Beria did not return to his villa, but left far away from the western side where the villa was located. When he arrived at the dwelling, which was used as a temporary contact point, his companions were already waiting for him there.

It was a woman with a seductive and sharp face, with long brown hair curly, eyes the same color as her hair, full of coldness and malice.

She sat on the other side of the table, facing the door, sipping the amber sparkling wine in her hand.

After pushing the door into the house, Jason Beria went straight to the corner dressing area and closed the curtain. He reached to the back of his neck, fumbled for it, and pulled a gap. The cleft runs along the vertebrae, up to the back of the head and down to the middle of the scapula, a well-made cleft hidden beneath the outer layer of skin, and even if Beria undresses and bare his upper body, it is difficult to spot without looking closely.

In just over ten seconds, he took off this layer of human skin, and changed from a blue-eyed man with high cheekbones to a strange man with a similar appearance to the woman at the table, with slightly curly brown hair and a pair of cold brown eyes.

"Magic Mirror" Arodes replied only with the appearance of the human skin he used for disguise!

He got dressed, left the changing corner, folded the skin, and placed it on the table. The woman finally spoke: "Are you ready?" ”

"It's done."

Jason Beria replied succinctly: "I left behind a portrait of a lackey who misled the gods." According to the plan, from now on, you are Patrick Jason, intending to escape, to attract their attention, and then I act as my true face and assassinate Pallas Negan. ”

The woman of the Beria family raised her head and drank the last sip of sparkling wine, placed the glass on the table, and replied vigorously: "Okay." ”

"You don't have any flesh in you, and it seems that you haven't succeeded in killing your mouth. Why, the authorities protected them so quickly? ”

Jason's expression froze, and he didn't want to say more on this topic: "They hide their strength, I don't want to waste time." ”

"Huh."

His face sank: "You laugh at me? ”

"Why, I'm sent by my family, I know what to do." The woman put the human skin in her suitcase, stood up, and raised the corners of her mouth, "Negan's death is not worth mentioning, and the general trend of the times has nothing to do with us, but this is an opportunity to get the "blasphemy card". ”

Jason's face was a little better, and he still sneered: "It's you who need to worry about you, I am pregnant with the gift of the mother tree, you don't have it." So, for the family, I'm more valuable, you're just a bait that needs to be resigned to fate. ”

The woman's smile also cooled: "Really? But what I have to do is to make a detour to escape from Beckland as soon as I appear, attract the official and possible demigods, and then wait for the opportunity to dismantle and disappear, but what you have to do is kill Negan and stay here, and continue to ...... That one whirls around. ”

"It also proves that I am more capable and trustworthy than you." Jason wasn't impressed.

Heh, more capable? What's more capable is that he doesn't even know where the partner who is about to be promoted has died, and in the end, he can only speculate from the clues and announcements that he has encountered an extraordinary person in the church...... The woman sneered in her heart, but she didn't want to waste time on an argument with the other party.

The lights went out, and the room was dark.

The door opened and closed, and the dark shadow departed through the open window, and the two demons went to their intended location.

It's late at night, and tonight, the extraordinary ones of the church will be on the greatest alert.

And no one could have imagined that their purpose was not revenge at all, but the assassination of Duke Negan, who went to meet his mistress tomorrow!

274

In the underground church of the Aurora Society's stronghold, members of the Aurora Society sat on benches and prayed silently. Some are reciting the book of Proverbs, some are silent, and some are reciting the teachings.

The mural has been completed, starting with the wall on the right hand side of the entrance, depicting a round of the sun shining on all things, and people can't help but hold their breath and be in awe. Mountains in the distance are cascading, and giant beasts lurk in the shadows, but they dare not approach for fear of the sun's light. People knelt down in front of the huge golden cross, reverently bathing in the light of God.

This one tells the story of the ancient sun god saving sentient beings.

The artist used all his skills to depict the sun and people, and his delicate brushstrokes and warm and bright colors showed his devotion and admiration for the Lord, and it was clear that he was also a member of the Aurora Society. The praying people have serene faces, the corners of their mouths raised, implying joy and anticipation, and the figure of a man looms in the sun in the sky, drawing a rough outline with a few strokes, and a few shadows shaping a mooty and compassionate face.

Amon looked up at the five or six meters tall canvas, the figures in it were about the size of a life-size person, and the light from the gems and gold inlays still shone brightly in the overall darkness.

He tossed the gold Tudor coin in his hand, caught it, tossed it again, caught it, and paused for a moment in front of the fresco to come to the portrait on the left.

If heaven is on the right, hell is on the left.

The wind swept up the clouds and mist, obscuring the sky and making it dull. The red moon hung high, half of the sky was full of stars, and half of the sky was covered with red fiery clouds.

The earth cracked, the living creatures were devastated, the trees danced like ghosts, and the monsters roared and wreaked havoc on the land, there were no complete people in this painting, but people could be seen in every unobtrusive corner: a weeping girl, a child with half of her body, a broken hand, a pool of blood. This one is probably a different artist, who puts the imagination of the destruction of the world into reality, but not by painting shocking and exaggerated pictures, but by some tiny details, which make people can't help but feel chills on their backs after looking at them.

In this hellish scene, looking up at the sky, I saw thunder and lightning tearing the sun, the stars and moon hanging high, and the brass-colored eyes watching everything.

Amon had no expression on his face.

He tossed the gold Tudor coin, grabbed it, and pocketed it.

The kings conspire in the palace at dusk, and the "Redeeming Rose" finally kills the sun, and great sin flows in the eastern continent. However, this is not the real beginning, the moment this massive murder begins, the creatures of the Eastern Continent have already suffered a devastating blow. The brief war of the gods caused more than 90 percent casualties, and the darkness and curse that lasted for the next two thousand years made it truly a forbidden place for life, with not a single city-state left and a dead wilderness of monsters wandering everywhere. There is no way to save it, a world that will never be at peace, and there is only madness except death.

He is not the essence, and the feeling of this memory is not very deep. But even the ontology doesn't necessarily have any additional human-like thoughts, so neither do the clones. Amon does have a unique respect for the ancient sun god, and he will definitely not be betrayed by her, so he will never turn his back on her. But Amun didn't have the emotion of "loving the house and the Wu", and this respect was only given to the ancient sun god, any other accessories, believers, cities, gods, and beliefs...... are not included.

Intellectually speaking, Godforsaken Lands are no longer habitable for living things, and mythical creatures are no exception; From the point of view of profit, there are no materials and characteristics that they need.

From sensual ...... There is no such thing.

Therefore, if there is really even one Amun who is really attached to that land and his former father, the protection of "Chernobyl" in the first place does not need to be decided by a huge all-Mongolia referendum.

There are also two murals on the other two walls, and if these two are looking back to the past, then the other is looking to the future.

On the dark cross hangs the eternal bleeding God, who bears the sins of all beings and pays with her own blood.

The insults, hatreds, and pains she suffered were for the sake of all beings, and these will eventually pass, and God will come back to the earth. Because of the suffering of death, she was able to regain her crown of honor and glory, because everyone tasted the pain of death, and was also bathed in the grace of God and was reborn.

Amon was noncommittal about looking to the future, he sat down in a chair with no one in place, stared at the cross in front of him for a long time, then took out a gem and a flat grinding stone from his pocket, and slowly, as if passing the time, polished the transparent glowing surface of the gem.

In a very decompressing, gentle "rustling" sound, Amon grinded the luminous surface brighter and brighter. When he was about to grind the second side, he suddenly felt something, and raised his head, only to see that the high door of the underground church was pushed open a crack, and the demon stood behind the door and beckoned to him.

Amon put away the jewel and walked out of the door briskly, closing it silently. A layer of sparkling gemstone powder fell on his clothes and trouser legs, and when he walked, he fell in pieces, and it was quite beautiful.

They had finished talking, and the Dark Sage came out to see off the guests, and Ksma looked at the young man with slightly curly black hair wearing monocles, and always felt a little familiar, but for a moment he didn't remember where he had seen it.

275

Hilston, home of Issinger Stanton.

Crane was invited to share breakfast, and in addition to him, there was Kaslana.

After taking a bite of the fluffy hash brown, Crane complimented, "Mr. Stanton, your cooking is excellent." ”

The gray-eyed Issinger smiled, "This is a characteristic of the Lenburg side, and for the extraordinary people of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, versatility is a common trait, and the sequence 6 above is called 'Erudito'."

"The potion it corresponds to is quite easy to get out of control, and until now I am not sure about promotion."

Nothing has happened since the "Apostle of Desire" was forced back last night, and the members of the Heart of the Machine have also obtained the appearance of the other party from the "Magic Mirror", and they have a greater certainty of catching the demon.

The detectives involved in this matter are all followers of the three gods, so they will not fail to pass information on each other. With the resources of the three major churches, even if you search in the vast sea of people in Beckland, you can fish out the demons.

With the protection of the church, the detectives were finally able to relax and take a breather.

They must maintain a relatively good and stable state of mind, and do not give the apostles the slightest chance to take advantage of the situation.

After a moment of small talk, Crane spread the remaining cream onto the last bit of toast, chewing and swallowing it without hurry, before asking, "Mr. Stanton, you seem to have mentioned the opening of a certain seal before, can it help us deal with the 'Apostle of Desire'?" ”

"Yes, the last time that demon dog was found and fenced, its role was crucial." "It's codenamed '1-42.'" ”

“1-42”？ Class "1" seals, highly dangerous, can be used on a limited basis, and only one or two can be preserved, even in the Diocese of Beckland...... The corresponding description flashed through Crane's mind, and he asked with interest:

"What kind of thing is it? What are the capabilities and negative effects? ”

Issinger laughed: "This is a secret of the Church of the Night Goddess, I don't know, I only know that it was not in Beckland in the first place, because the serial murder eucalyptus was sent urgently."

"It is said to be a silver full-body armor stained with small patches of dried dark red blood, which once directly led to the destruction of a small city, and more than 100,000 people died because of it."

"Cursed armor?" Crane asked rhetorically, naming it.

Issinger spat out the smoke and shook his head solemnly, "Maybe it's not a curse, some people call it 'crazy armor', 'bloodthirsty armor', and we have speculated within the church that the blood on its surface may come from gods of a more ancient age."

"When it was first discovered, it didn't have any anomalies, just being sold and collected as a simple antique.

"But as time went on, those who came into contact with it died, and the death was so horrific that they were almost torn apart, and then, with it as the center, death spread outward, and no longer needed to be touched, and a small city was destroyed.

"This happened at the beginning of the Fifth Age, and the follow-up is the responsibility of the night watchman."

He is worthy of being an extraordinary person of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and knows enough about history and transcendent events...... Crane gave a secret compliment.

After breakfast, Crane and he went into the living room where the battle had taken place, and Kaslana went to the bathroom first.

After waiting for a while, Kaslana went to the living room and continued to discuss the matter of the "Apostle of Desire" with Crane and Isenger.

Talking about this dangerous situation, the "Apostle of Desire", whose identity is unknown and whose abilities are terrifying, a little pessimism and powerlessness uncontrollably appear in the conversation. When Issinger and Kaslana jokingly mention the funeral and the epitaph, Crane chuckles and tries to dispel the sad atmosphere and prevent the flag from being planted.

The three of them were silent for a while, until the clanging doorbell rang outside.

It was the deacon of the "Heart of the Machine" named Yin Conser Bernard, whose hair stubbornly squeezed out of the brim, making his contours deep and masculine a little messy that is difficult to describe.

This time, he didn't take the weird silver mirror called Arodes, and he didn't know where to stuff the other party.

If I had the chance, I wouldn't mind using that mirror to see how my faithful humble servant would react...... Crane thought to himself.

Yin Kangse didn't enter the door, stood there, looked at the detective trio, and said in a low but extremely fast voice:

"There's a clue to the 'Apostle of Desire'!"

276

Edward retrieved an item from his collection case.

It exudes an extremely dangerous spirituality that makes Amon feel creepy, similar to the "fall" of the real Creator, but it contains a deeper layer of "sin". It is the enemy of creation, the opposition of all good and virtue, and to see it is as if we have seen the abyss, the filth and death, the unspeakable desires and primordial evils of ourselves. It was shaped like an obsidian stone, filled with mist-like blood.

The Abyssal Angel held it, his palm gently brushing over the obsidian, and the black part shattered in pieces, carving itself into a blood-colored crown of thorns. It suddenly faded to the texture of obsidian, as if it had been stripped of its camouflage, and the texture of the thorns was like a charred bone, with a dull blood color as if it had been burned into, and like a crimson lava flowing slowly in the crevices of the rock, reminiscent of the burning clouds of the sky, the sea of blood, or the boiling hellfire of the old legends.

Amon narrowed his eyes, his strength was too low to look directly at this thing, he looked away: "You're going to do it?" ”

"The gods guard me from performing rituals, so the goddesses of the night will try to push me back when I'm in Tingen, but I don't need a ritual at all, I'm just pretending to be in front of them."

"I feel an ancient mystery on it."

"When mankind breaks the covenant and is expelled from the Garden of Yindian, it also brings curse and evil to the earth, and thorns will grow in the fields."

The angel of the abyss said slowly, "In the mystery of the old era, after thousands of years, this curse finally disappeared with the death of the Holy Son. But in the present history, the divine still hangs upside down and suffers, and has not forgiven the gods. Therefore, in a certain land, sin flowed freely on a distant road, and countless monsters were born from it, and the earth could not grow crops, leaving only dead grass and thorns. There was never a Son who broke the curse, so the blood-stained thorn remains a symbol of curse and sin to this day. ”

Amon pondered for a moment, then asked, "You plan to take this opportunity to regain the throne on Earth, so what should we do now?" ”

The crown disappeared into Edward's hand, and she groped through the cabinet again, dropping a small bottle on the floor.

A black spirit appeared on the carpet, its back bent and as small as it could.

Edward asked it with a pleasant face:

"Tell me, what is your master's purpose?"

TBC

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The vest building is open, and everyone who is interested can go and play.

By the way, I went to play the book review building again.