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"I have to say, Your Excellency."

After just a few words of exchange, seeing that the powerful spirit creature that seemed to be hostile finally chose to leave, the Dark Sage, who had been hiding in the shadows and silently recovered, couldn't help but speak: "Following by your side, there will really be a strong sense of security. ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

"Who's that, though?"

The hunter shook his head: "Rose School moderation faction...... I don't know it, but I remember it now, since she is hostile to Richard, it must be the opposite of that guy, and looking at her appearance and clothes, she should be the highland princess who died a few years ago, and she is also the representative of the 'bound god' that has existed since the beginning of the highland kingdom's self-established country. ”

"I'm not surprised if she's going to fight Richard. However, looking at her current appearance, she is not very strong. ”

"The overall strength should be around Sequence 3, and although I can use a high sequence ability, it is actually not strong...... Just like the Red Angel, and the Red Angel is still close to the strength of the Angel after so long, Renette Tinicol should be even weaker. ”

“…… Do you mean the honorable Red Angel? ”

"Hmm."

Trainor muttered a few words and slipped the cigarette in his hand. Then he naturally opened the newspaper in his hand and casually looked at the morning news on it, and then he looked at the notice board in the downtown area of the city and the bulletin board outside the church, and saw the brand new evacuation notice that had just been posted this morning, on the grounds that there was a large military campaign that required all residents to evacuate as much as possible.

Trainor felt the breath of the Ritsu on it, an order to everyone, a request, not a simple notice. Therefore, even in this case, no one fled, but obediently chose to take refuge.

"Because you only emphasize evacuation, you can't escape?"

The hunter thought about it, so he didn't leave, but simply found a bench on the side of the street and sat down: "Then I'll wait here." ”

His boldness and freedom were dumbfounded by the appearance of the Dark Sage, and he had a slight guess about the identity of this Sage whose appearance and characteristics were as distinct as his personality, so he coughed lightly, grew out of the shadows under the bench, stood on the armrest, and asked respectfully:

"Your Highness......"

"If you have something to say, don't call me that. I have no intention of becoming a complete mythical creature for thousands of years of boring life, and the Red Angel is right, I'm an idiot who goes to war and thinks about a good death. Trainor's eyes were still on the newspaper in his hand, turning over the internal property disputes of wealthy families, turning over the strange news, and then staying on the stock market side, reading intently for several minutes.

Oh. The Dark Sage then changed his words: "The Stronghold of Beckland has been destroyed, and I have not fulfilled the Lord's command, when will I be able to repent of myself?" ”

"If you want to go to Intis, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it for a while."

After watching the stock movements, Trainor flipped back to the daily life chapters used to make up the word count in the Beckland daily newspaper, including recipes, filmings from theaters in different areas of Beckland, and the time and location of some events. A few casual glances to pass the time.

"Intis is being attacked, and if you go, you will melt in the blink of an eye."

Kersma, who had the memory of being surrounded and suppressed, paused slightly, and her face showed indignation: "These evil gods are still like this, they don't dare to face the glory of the Lord, they will only bully the soft and fear the hard at this time...... So what's the situation now? ”

"Does the situation matter to you? You can't get involved, you can't change it, just sit here. ”

Trenor didn't move, still sitting on a bench reading the newspaper:

"Just wait here, anyway, as long as the life should not be extinguished, the savior will appear, if God really intends to destroy the world, then none of us can escape, if we really drown Intis, we can't do anything."

"But ......"

He said casually, after reading the name of the play with great interest, and after reading the accompanying book notes and recipes in the sidebar, he raised his eyes to look at the Dark Sage who was standing aside: "If you want to move, go by yourself, I won't follow you." I don't think you need to be in such a hurry to scrape together three thousand gold pounds, in case Indis is destroyed, you will be killed on the spot, and you don't need to think about money. ”

Hearing his answer, the Dark Sage didn't speak for a long time.

On the one hand, his mind was filled with words of impeachment against the hunter, but on the other hand, he was strangely convinced.

"That's right."

Trainor still looked uninterested in anything, but suddenly asked, "Is my father still with you?" ”

"The Lord has given an oracle that the two great beings will go to the sanctuary together."

"To the Sanctuary?" Trainor muttered the phrase in a whisper, and then recalled all the things that were on his mind about the Sanctuary, "-Oh, it's Godforsaken, and this travel plan actually came to fruition one day. ”

He had heard of the Godforsaken Land, and his father seemed to have always been obsessed with it when he was a child, and it would often appear in bedtime myths. But she never went to gather relevant information like the secret organization, only that the Godforsaken Land was attracting her, and it was a place she had to go. She seemed to just want where to go and knew what it was like. The general outline of an "extra" continent was indeed marked on a world map of his own home, and he peeked at it when he was a child, and he took the initiative to ask in order to say a few more words to his father and pretend to be very interested, but because he was not really interested, he had long forgotten about it.

Trainor suddenly felt a little funny, logically speaking, her father's "cooperation" with the real creator was something that began at the beginning of this era, but she didn't expect her speculation about the Godforsaken Land and the "New World" to be not lip service, and now it is really set off.

"I saw it when she was in Intis before."

"If it was before, she seemed to take the initiative to talk to me in order to show a little affection, but now she doesn't, is she showing 'respect' for the child who has grown up? Or do you simply ignore me? ”

The Dark Sage is gone, but he still doesn't want to wait here, not knowing where to go. Trainor remained on the bench, clutching the finished newspaper under the dark, unlit sky, with no plans for the next step.

"I always felt like she was a different person...... Can the personality and performance of mythical creatures be changed at will? She's so talkative now, I don't know what to say to her. ”

Trainor was away for a while, enjoying the quiet time alone, and even turning off the psychic connection. But he didn't enjoy it for long, because a thunderbolt tore through the sky, as if the whole earth shook a few times.

……

"What did I say before? If you don't want things to go strangely, you should recover the Storm Lord before coming to the Eastern Continent. Edward sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff of the Chaos Sea, and said to himself to a stickman in his notebook, "Look at what has become of the outside now, do you plan to divide the sea from Noah's Ark or Moses when you turn around?" ”

She looked at the stickman with the cross in his hand, and pondered for a few seconds, and then the pencil in his hand turned into a golden watercolor pen, and Edward happily added a blonde hair to the little stickman's head.

However, as soon as she finished drawing, the little stickman's blonde hair began to fade and blacken, and when Edward finally finished drawing, the little stickman with the cross in his hand did not grow blonde hair, but had deep-rooted black hair.

"Well, I already feel your attachment to your own image."

Her eyebrows flicked slightly, not too surprised by the supernatural events that took place in her writings.

The blonde hair belongs to the true Creator, while the black hair belongs to God. With his omniscient authority and black hair color, Edward always thought of mixing all the colors together and ending up with a black and reflective appearance. If you draw a little man holding a cross on the shore of the Chaos Sea and talk to the Chaos Sea, you will naturally be anchored to God. The little stickman's eyes are not painted, just two empty black circles. It wasn't her turn to do the kind of thing that colored her eyes, and she couldn't have taken on this level of occult connection.

Amon's clone crouched in the distance, sometimes looking at the Sea of Chaos, sometimes at the demon, pinching his eye sockets, and not speaking.

"I know you're omniscient, but it's too boring right now, so I'll gossip with you."

The golden watercolor pen turned into a pencil for sketching again, and Edward tapped the small hardcover notebook in his hand with the end of the eraser, and said to himself: "The Grim Reaper is about to be killed by the God of War, if the God of War wins, the next one should kill the Mother of Heaven, or exchange it for other chips, do you think Leodro will sit back and watch a new dual-path true god be born?" ”

The Sea of Chaos flowed smoothly and did not answer.

"I don't think Leodro cares, her purpose is to target everything the Creator has, and the God of War has nothing to do with her."

"However, Leodro needs to beware of the 'half fool' in the hands of the Mother of Heaven, and from this point of view, she has a good chance of stopping the struggle between the god of death and the god of war, preventing the god of war from losing control and forcibly killing the goddess of the night, who is only the king of angels."

"Oh, yes."

Edward touched his chin, flipped a few pages forward from his notebook, looked at an underlined line of words and asked:

"Do you want to continue to prevent the Mother of Heaven from reading the memory fragments of the contents of the 'deal with Adam'? With the current level of integration between the two of them, it is basically impossible to have any privacy for each other. ”

"But this secret can be hidden for a long time, now that the God of War and Lilith are completely on the same front, even if this information is estimated, it is useless, after all, the giant prince is actually selfish enough to kill all his relatives for himself."

Mother Earth and the God of War are equal in their identities as gods, because if the kinship is revealed, then it is very likely that the churches and believers of the two will also have a subordinate relationship. Although the two gods are allies, the Mother Earth God Church is still a cult in the Fusak Empire, and it is a cult that is treated a little better. The Vorsack Empire only recognized the legitimacy of the God of War, and thus did not recognize the belief in the God of War in Fenerport. The gods all know about their mother-son relationship, which is indeed a bit of a joke for the gods.

From this point of view, Badhair, the god of war, is truly a complete egoist.

The gods are all egoists, but with the other set of gods and allies, she is really a little unbearable and petty.

With a cross with black hair, the little stickman remained motionless.

“…… Convinced, why am I talking to you here, I'm really idle. The whole world is in your head, and you all-knowing and all-powerful guy doesn't even have to think about anything. Edward covered his face with both hands and sighed deeply, "Although they are both lambs, Intis should be different for you, right?" If you think you're still you, you'll have to give them something special. ”

The black-haired little man remained motionless.

Her reaction was so calm that Edward felt that the true Creator might have been wiped out, but God had not yet come out of the sea of chaos, and the current state was indescribably strange.

Amon wondered what Edward was talking to, so he boldly leaned in, probed on the edge of danger, and craned his neck to look at the little stickman in his notebook. The stickman's empty, irregular black circled eyes suddenly turned, causing him to take a step back in fright.

"Okay. Now the god of steam and machines is also dead. ”

"Your Intis is almost finished, do you still plan to continue to recharge in the Sea of Chaos?"

Edward said again.

"Your previous expectations of her were disappointed, she is still not strong enough, and the consequence of occupying this position but not being able is death."

"Are you going to give up even the Angels of War this time? It is ruthless, Medici has followed you for three epochs without betrayal, but if you are to be abandoned twice, you will be too bad for your most exquisite sheepdog. ”

The black-haired little man remained motionless.

But the eyes of the two black circles slowly returned to their original positions, and a few lines of small words gradually appeared next to them.

"Medici won't die."

"I'm just, thinking."

"Do you want to baptize Cleon Moretti?"

tbc

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Touched.