458

Edward lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, in a daze.

It's not completely in a daze, because part of her consciousness is fighting with the Mother Tree of Desire in Siea's head, torturing Siea to a nervous breakdown, and she wants to die on the spot.

And Siea, who had a nervous breakdown, was constantly broadcasting almost all of the prisoner's pathways, torturing all her followers to the point of death, and together they performed a brilliant "madman" tonight and endured a great deal of pain.

And she, in Siea's mind, was trying to persuade the other party.

Persuade the other party to die.

However, no phased results have been achieved in the short term, not because Siea's belief is better than Adam's, but because the spirituality of the Mother Tree of Desire has not yet completely died with him, and Siea, who has a backer, is still dreaming of his parents helping him out.

Although she controlled most of Si'a's body, Si'a's body was temporarily stopped by the Mother Tree of Desire's "physical and mental double self-restraint", and her spiritual activity was therefore suppressed to the minimum, so she could only change her strategy from fierce attack to slow nibby.

However, this is just a delaying tactic, and his victory is completely predictable.

Siea's body and mind are bound, unable to perform ritual prayers to the Mother Tree of Desire, and unable to respond to the believers of the Indulgence School, and sooner or later the gifts of the Mother Tree of Desire will slowly be consumed.

Once the spirituality of the Mother Tree of Desire is gone, the almost stagnant erosion progress bar will once again leap forward, causing Siea's self-perception to become a part of herself.

In this way, even a container like Edward, which is not large enough and fragile, can eat Siea safely.

While Edward and S'ea were talking about their ideals of divine life, some of their consciousnesses that remained outside suddenly heard cascading prayers.

"Oh, somebody's looking for me." Edward waved goodbye to Siea, who was lying face down on the ground and gave up thinking, and smiled kindly, "We'll talk tomorrow." ”

With that, she vanished from S'ea's consciousness and returned to her vessel through a occult connection.

It was a long time after she was gone, and she slowly raised her head, the white hair on her head growing at an imperceptible rate, and on her obscured face was a cyan right eye with no child's hole and no vision.

When desires are suppressed, indulgences are restrained, and the indifference of reason and divinity returns to his brain for a long time, Siea, who has been reduced to the battle between the two outer gods, feels a deep despair, and then a deep panic is derived.

"Sacrificial ......"

Her palms were upward, her fingers curling and twitching slightly, spasmodically.

“…… Why hasn't it ...... yet? Inadequate...... Not ...... enough."

"I don't want to die ......"

Slowly invaded and replaced by another consciousness, she felt like she was going through a long death.

Edward, who was not interested in Siea's mental journey, stopped staring at the ceiling in a daze, and after reading the notes of the caller who was praying, she quickly connected.

A sentence immediately flew from the opposite side:

"There is civil strife in the colonial city of Rune, and the Spirit Order is officially garrisoned."

"Oh, you're still working so late, you take the lead in working overtime, will anyone else dare to get off work in Aurora?"

Edward immediately complimented, anyway, according to her life experience, it must be right to praise people a lot: "Ally, your intelligence organization is really excellent, this matter has only been over for less than ten hours, and you have received the news, it seems that you are even very concerned about the affairs of another continent." ”

“…… Now is a sensitive period, the intelligence departments of various countries and organizations are very nervous, and the number of military exercises has also increased markedly, so it is almost time to start the arms race directly. The True Creator glanced at the Iron Cross report that had been submitted overnight, and thought to himself that hunters were indeed much sharper than the Secret Prayer People in this regard, which could not be cultivated, "What are you doing in the Southern Continent?" ”

Edward had already prepared to pull out two pieces of paper from under his pillow:

"Luxury January Tour of the Southern Continent at the Beckland Lodge."

"The Southern Continent is very interesting, I'll bring you some souvenirs when I go back."

"I really appreciate that you took time out of your busy schedule to perfunctory me."

"It's not very busy, I'm just sleeping, you're welcome."

The True Creator took a deep breath and took a cigarette from Fursack to his head: "The sudden treason of a general with an innocent resume, and the timing of the entry of the Spirit Order is so accurate, this matter is somewhat suspicious. ”

"You're right."

The demon nodded earnestly, and then asked seriously, "Any clues?" ”

The true creator swallowed the clouds: "No. The scene is very clean, all the doubts have corresponding explanations, under the innocent resume is a long period of repression and discrimination, defeat and peace is the last straw, this is a matter of course. ”

"That sounds good, then." The demon sighed, "The Spirit Order has recovered a city, no matter what they are going to do next, this matter will definitely cause an uproar in the Northern Continent." ”

"That's right, for a long time from tomorrow, the headlines in the newspapers of the countries of the Northern Continent are expected to be amazing." The True Creator said meaningfully, as if casually, "It may upset the fragile balance between the northern and southern continents in advance, causing the war that everyone is nervous about and looking forward to to start early." ”

Edward smiled, "Looks like Adam is going to be bothered by this for a while." ”

"Yes."

There was a brief moment of tacit silence between the two.

After thinking for a few seconds, the True Creator said, "After the luxurious January vacation, you can consider returning to the Northern Continent." ”

Edward sneered: "Go back? What are you going to do back? Will you go back to jail under your nose in the night? Three hundred years and three hundred years...... I'm almost a true god on earth! Prison is about to become an inseparable part of my divine life, and I won't go back. ”

"Can't you make less trouble?" The true Creator disagrees with the idea that being in prison on Earth is a prison.

"There are very few things I have caused anymore, the Mother Tree of Desire, the Fallen Mother Goddess, which one is not more famous than me?"

Edward turned his head to look at the ceiling: "The first witness, I even thought about getting back the essentia and leaving, and the idea of destroying the earth only came to me hundreds of years ago, ally, it's a matter of position. Whatever I do seems to you to be a troublemaker, and if you want me not to cause trouble, give me a reason why you humans are still worthy of existing, and don't talk to me with empty love and peace and examples. ”

The True Creator frowned: "You're right, I don't need to reason with you at all, after all, you don't have to reason with the current world anymore." You should be more willing to follow the rule of strength, whoever is stronger and wins in the end, whoever is right. ”

"That's great." Edward raised an eyebrow, "I still like to communicate with straightforward gods. ”

There was another silence of each other's thoughts.

"Do you have any ideas for fueling the fire?" Edward asked.

"Nope." The True Creator replied succinctly.

She had little interest in the national rebellion of the Southern Continent, no encouragement or rejection, because—even if she was the human side of the ancient sun god, she didn't have any extra thoughts about the struggles within these human beings. In the face of the apocalypse, human beings have been divided into a whole in her heart, even if it is two litters of ants fighting each other, they are all objects to protect.

God doesn't care if the two litters of ants can live in harmony in the future, and that kind of extravagant thing will wait until after the end of the world.

But the infighting between two nests of ants is not a good thing and will produce unnecessary changes.

What's more, the Spirit Order will also affect the Night Goddess's plan to control the uniqueness of the Grim Reaper, if the strength and prestige of the Royal Family Sect are improved, the Artificial Death Sect will naturally decrease, so that the internal division of the Spirit Order will gradually end. This involves the end of the future, and the true Creator is unlikely to support the Spiritual Order in any way.

"It's a shame." Edward looked away, "I'm looking forward to a great performance from your Iron Cross." ”

Speaking of the Iron Cross, the shadow of a young man appeared in the mind of the true Creator, and he said:

"Your associates are in the Predator Cross, and they have a personality to leave work from 9 to 5 every day."

"Can't figure out where he is? You can just treat him as my child. Edward smiled disappreciatively, "I like this kid very much, he's a smart and funny human being, and he always brings me something new." ”

The True Creator is not surprised: "He's been working hard lately to obtain the right to use a seal, corresponding to the third sequence of the Night Pathway, and his purpose is unclear. As a family member, you should know about this. ”

"I don't know, maybe he has his own plans."

Edward yawned and pulled the cup up, "I have always been very open-minded, respectful of the fate of others, and do not interfere with the future of children. So allies, are you done? Can you put me to sleep when you're done? If you can, please turn off the lights for me, thank you. ”

459

With his eyes open, Crane paced back and forth in Olavi's luxury hotel suite.

After the naval base was blocked, the general's temporary accommodation was replaced by the best hotel suites in Olawe.

The interior decoration and facilities are actually much better than the "Blue Wind" inn in Byam, but in the luxury suite, he didn't sleep all night, thinking about the connection between "Source Fort", "True Creator", and "Mother Tree of Desire", the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

At the very beginning of seeing the power of the Source Castle, he recklessly divined the "Mutated Sun Emblem", so much so that he accidentally looked directly at the eternal sun. The source fort resisted the response of the gods' conditioned reflexes, so he felt that the source fort might be a seal corresponding to the true god level, and it was a relatively powerful type in this class.

But as his knowledge continued to grow, after seeing the real level 0 seal 0-08, and the "probability dice" of the uniqueness of the "monster" path, Crane found that the source castle seemed to be much stronger than them, and the best example was that in the real world, the "probability dice" that could be brought to the source castle were directly as quiet as a chicken, and they didn't move.

He had also guessed whether the source fort was the product of the uniqueness of the "soothsayer" approach, but after seeing the appearance of the "probability dice", he silently dispelled this speculation.

According to Crane's guess, although the level 0 seal is powerful and terrifying, it should not be enough for the true god to snatch it.

But just last night, a deity, the Mother Tree of Desire, personally issued an oracle that even allowed Crane to fall into the trap five days in advance.

Could it be that it is because the Rose School is withering and the seals are scarce, so the "Mother Tree of Desire" wants to snatch the Source Castle?

But that doesn't make sense.

Ince Zangwille left with the 0-08 "Pen of Al Sukhod" and committed a series of crimes during his three years on the run, including his participation in the Divine Fall in Tingen and the Great Smog of Beckland this year alone, causing many casualties among innocent civilians and extraordinary people. Even at this point, the Night Church is still focused on "arresting or killing Ince Zangwill" rather than primarily demanding the recapture of 0-08.

It may also have the meaning of secrecy and avoiding the greed of 0-08 to arouse the wild high-sequence extraordinary.

However, in the case of Ince Zangwill, the Church of the Night deliberately weakened 0-08's presence as a Level 0 seal, mainly emphasizing 0-08's abilities and the crimes of defecting to Bishop Ince Zangwill.

But Fort Source is not the same as 0-08.

Because the true creator has also said to himself that the source castle represents a heavy fate, if the "Mother Tree of Desire" takes it away, does it mean that the other party has taken that fate away with it?

"When the True Creator found out that I was in the Source Castle, he chose to help me." Crane looked at the slowly brightening sky outside the window with a solemn face, and his mood was not half relaxed, "After the Mother Tree of Desire found out, she chose to snatch it. ”

"I can understand that the evil gods have their own positions, but when it comes to the Source Castle, it is estimated that it cannot be explained simply by the position, there may be deeper reasons."

"It's impossible to connect the dots together, and I'm missing an important piece of the puzzle, and that piece of the puzzle is 'The True Role of the Source Fort'...... Only knowing this can I speculate on the fate that may befall me, and then speculate on what the difference in behavior between the two evil gods, the True Creator and the Mother Tree of Desire, represents......"

Crane shook his head and sat back on the couch, looking at the table in front of him with some annoyance.

But the true Creator was reluctant to tell him about it, and there seemed to be other concerns.

Until he was sure of the other party's true purpose for hiding behind his help, Crane was still suspicious of the cult and favored the Orthodox Church.

"Well, I still don't want to do it."

"My biggest problem at the moment is how to get to the end of this mission and get out of Emilius Levitt."

The time slowly came to seven, eight, and eight.

The waiter of the inn knocked on the door, and only after obtaining permission did he push in the cart with the breakfast, and then hurried away without raising his head.

Crane walked over slowly, looked at the steaming and fragrant breakfast, and brought it to the table and ate it slowly.

The Olawe police are actively arresting the low-level members of the "Celestial Cult" and the Rose School, but Crane does not bother and pushes off most of his work, citing his injuries and need to recuperate.

It's been five hours since the contract ended, but Emilius still hasn't been seen.

Crane's heart sank slowly.

He had to think about running away now.

"On the bright side, Admiral Emilius is involved in a secret mission, and he must still have a secret in some of the files, and I still have a contract, and these records can prove my innocence. I'm just a temporary stand-in, the general's death has nothing to do with me, and I won't be subjected to too much trouble. ”

But it's not that simple:

"I'm afraid that some big names think that I know their secrets, after all, I have also read a lot of documents in the past few days in the role of the general...... What's more, that organization personally came to warn in a dream that if one is not good, I will be swept into the trend of the times and torn to pieces. ”

Even if you think about it on your toes, you know that continuing to play Emilius will not be a good option.

In the short term, you may be able to get by, but there are too many variables, and you will definitely be discovered after a long time.

There is no strength, no backing, the secretary Lu Er'an's sequence is higher than him, and it is too easy to control him or make him disappear.

Then the only option left is to escape, and then find a way to prove your innocence in the future.

Crane approached the window and looked down, only to see that there was a heavy security outside.

Olawe's local police filled the vacancies in the guards, and after last night's surprise attack, everyone was in good spirits.

It's almost impossible to get past it.

Unfortunately, the Facelings are still in the realm of "humans", and it would be much easier to get out if they could hide in someone else's body like "Bishop Rose" did, or twist their own bodies into forms that humans can't imagine.

Now that the "master key" no longer exists, it is impossible to leave in some place without a door.

The rash "I want to go out for a walk, you are not allowed to follow" is too suspicious.

"In other words, now, I definitely can't run away on my own."

If it were an ordinary "Faceling", he would have fallen into despair by this point, but Crane is no ordinary "Faceling".

He muttered to himself, and then, pulling Azk's brass whistle out of his pocket.

There was another long crack in the middle of the copper whistle, and the crack was pitch black, almost causing the entire whistle to split diagonally in half. But at the time of the crisis, the whistle was not damaged, and it effectively blocked the terrible cold wind, saving Crane's life.

Now, the cracks on the whistle are not increasing, but there is no tendency to recover either, and Mr. Azik will probably have to come and see for himself.

Before deciding to do so, Crane took four steps backwards, ascended to Fort Source, sat on the high-backed chair of the "Fool", felt the citrine pendulum, and wrote a divination statement:

"The Azk Copper Whistle works fine"

He didn't enter the dream realm, and this divination was relatively simple, as long as he relied on the direction of rotation of citrine.

After reciting silently seven times and entering the state of compensation, the citrine pendulum begins to make a small clockwise movement.

"It works fine, but it looks like there's something wrong with the copper whistle." Crane nodded, "When I leave, I'll tell Mr. Azik what happened, and see what else the Copper Whistle can repair." ”

Crane then wrote another divination statement:

"Spiritual teleportation can help me escape"

After seven times, the citrine pendulum moves clockwise at a uniform speed.

Crane nodded, simulated the feeling of falling, and left the Source Castle.

Then he blew Azik's brass whistle, much quieter than before, as if the air was leaking through the cracks in the whistle.

Crane waited a few minutes before the pale flames flare up again, and the figure of the snaketail demigod appeared in front of him.

Crane shrank the hole, and saw that there was also a huge crack on the snaketail demigod's body, from the right shoulder to the left waist, this crack was exactly the same as the crack on the Azk copper whistle! The cracks in the snaketail demigod's body were also devoid of flesh and bones, only a deep black.

The demigod also looked much weaker than before, and as soon as he appeared, his gaze immediately shifted to the brass whistle, and Crane clearly sensed that the other party's mood was not good, even heavy.

"I've met a terrifying strange powerhouse, and I'll tell Mr. Azik about it." Crane replied immediately.

The snaketail demigod then looked back at Crane, and the white bone skull nodded slightly.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, and the clothes on his body began to writhe, changing to the appearance of Gelman Sparrow. He pulled out the paper figures from his pockets again, erasing any traces of the occult that remained in the room.

Eventually, he turned a paper figure into a stern-faced Admiral Emilius Livitt, and made it walk slowly back and forth around the room, passing by the window from time to time, making the illusion that the general was still there, and delaying its discovery.

The dummy wouldn't be around for long, but half an hour was enough for a "Faceling" to leave.

After doing all this, Crane breathed a sigh of relief and said to the snaketail demigod:

"Please send me to the corner of the city."

Knowing this, the demigod grabbed his arm and entered the spirit realm, and after just a few minutes, Crane felt the grip on his arm disappear, and the surrounding colors quickly became clear as he fell. Crane steadied himself and landed lightly in an inconspicuous alley.

He confirmed the contract paper in his arms, changed into another person, and walked to the "Sweet Lemon" bar in the city.

He was going to tell Bilt Brando, who had asked him for help, that the contract had ended, that the general had been replaced, and that he was going to get the balance of the 500 pounds and the extraordinary goods that had been promised.

Crane decides to use the time difference to his advantage, delaying the time of discovery as much as possible. And do what he can, investigate the cause of General Emilius's death, and clear his suspicions.

Today is February 13th, and on Sunday, he wants to take the opportunity to return to Byam, the "City of Relief", which has a huge flow of people, to completely hide himself, and then through tomorrow's Tarot Society, he will issue a commission to find a way to find a mermaid in the ruins of the God War.

Two months after arriving at sea and spending a thrilling life, his "Faceling" potion has almost been digested.

TBC

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Crane: It's a hell of a mess.