733

The demon of knowledge has omitted the adjective "great gate of all gates" in the first honorific name, and Bethel Abraham is not strong enough to call himself "great" before him, and reciting this adjective in his person may lead to a distorted direction.

As He chanted, the well-colored gems around him clicked, shattered into powder, and floated.

They shimmered in red, blue, green, and brilliant shimmers, and quickly merged into a torrent and threw themselves at the candle flame on the altar.

At the same time, the burned paper in the cauldron joined the ranks.

The flames swelled and intertwined, becoming darker and darker, like an "illusory door" to other worlds.

The temperature had dropped dramatically, and it seemed that countless dangers were seeping out of the flames. The flame swelled for only a moment before retracting into the cauldron, afraid of the power of the gods, and afraid to approach the liaison.

The Demon of Knowledge scanned the myriad doors in front of and around him that opened in an instant with an inquisitive gaze, and his gaze pierced through the darkness to see the endless doors unfold in the night, starlight and countless dimensions twinkling behind the doors, forming a strange dreamscape.

At the same time, He noticed something.

"Bethel Abraham's place is not in the depths of the stars."

Information is transmitted through ritual interactions, and simple three-dimensional drawings are constructed in the mind of the demon of knowledge, and each door is a coordinate.

Mr. "Gate" has traveled hundreds of light-years around the Earth, and has dealt with countless outer gods.

"These 'doors' are not opened very far away, they are distributed around the barrier, nearby, inside and outside...... Bethel Abraham's prison is not in the starry sky, but probably at the junction of the starry sky and the barrier......"

The demon of knowledge was somewhat relieved.

Bethel Abraham is in an interesting position, not completely thrown out of the barrier, but instead constructing a hidden prison at the junction, which is dangerous, but at least proves that the goddess of the night and the lord of the storm are not mentally retarded.

Before this, he had always wondered why the gods of the Northern Continent were so confident in cultivating mysteries under the premise that they were trapped in outer space through the Gate. They are so relieved that Mr. "Gate" is alone in the starry sky? Why does Mr. "Gate" have to work hard for the sake of the earth and mankind? There are thousands of benefits to taking refuge in the gods, and even the demon of knowledge himself can come up with at least twenty schemes to bewitch him, not to mention the depraved mother goddess who mainly pollutes him, as well as charm and brainwashing.

In the event that something goes wrong with Bethel Abraham, the Fallen Mother Goddess will be the first to enter the barrier through the door.

That's a true pillar, the mother of all things!

Put the most dangerous path on the outside, the earth has been walking a tightrope since the "door" was sealed, no, spider silk......

The lack of a "door" path is secondary, because the strength of the pillar is not how much it passes but how much it symbolizes.

Maybe it's a bit shabby to say this, but as long as you have the "Source Castle", even if it is a single path true god, it is still a pillar-level old days.

The Demon of Knowledge shook his head.

He looked up to the sky, met the eyes of some of his fellow citizens behind countless doors, and waited patiently for the ritual to change.

In the blink of an eye, he felt that the void in the room had become much thinner, and there seemed to be a large number of unspeakable strange creatures hiding behind, like the dependents of other gods.

The dimly expanding firelight slowly turned, turning into a large, deep, hidden crimson vortex.

Between the whirlpools, an ethereal but piercing voice finally came from the bottom:

“…… Hidden Sage? ”

"It looks like you're the one who won the game...... When we first looked at the second 'blasphemous slate'...... and can go beyond the first ...... of the sequence ...... who have survived to this day It should only be Loftus-Cheek, and me......"

The Demon of Knowledge was intrigued by Bethel's words: "The second blasphemous tablet formed by the god of steam and machines after looking at the corpse of the All-Knowing Almighty? Although I don't have a good opinion of the All-Knowing, All-Powerful, I am very interested in His All-Knowing, and I really want to get my hands on it. ”

Mr. "Door" was silent for a moment.

"Knowledge and the White Tower...... You guys seem to ...... It is not an adjacent pathway. There was confusion in His voice.

"Yes, but it's a desire for a symbol of resemblance, and greed and complementation are our instincts." The demon of knowledge replied generously.

There was silence again.

Then, Mr. "Men" seemed to have figured it out, or gave up thinking, and let out a strange laugh, and said with emotion or teasing: "Sage, how crazy you are...... Beyond the uniqueness of the two activations I knew. ”

The demon of knowledge smiled disappreciatively, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face, which was a mixture of the facial features of the people of the Western Continent and the Northern Continent, expressing his tolerance for this little ridicule.

He loved to communicate and was interested in the unknown, but messages came back and forth telling Him that He was talking to the Fallen Mother Goddess.

The fallen mother goddess is the fallen mother goddess...... It seems that although the "gate" did not fall directly on the moon, it was about the same.

"Bethel Abraham, I know part of your deeds, and I have other questions for you."

"Your statement is very interesting, let's talk about it...... The years of being lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm are too boring...... It's rare to have someone to talk to me......" Still in the deep vortex that was slowly spinning, the terrible voice didn't change much.

The Demon of Knowledge thought for a few seconds and asked:

"Do you want to come back?"

I don't know where he was, Mr. "Door", who heard a voice through the endless void, suddenly fell silent.

But the flood of information did not stop, and the demon of knowledge heard the messages from the stars, as if he had "seen" Bethel Abraham's face suddenly distorted and struggling—he would have said the same answer as himself, and the person who controlled his body, but he closed his throat and closed the "door" of the voice, not wanting himself to say that word and become a weakness for the outer gods to deal with him.

"It turned out to be for this ......"

Mr. "Door" skimmed over the topic and spoke casually about the summoning ceremony:

"It's not difficult to set up such a ceremony...... Sacrifice one demigod each in the form of 'soothsayer', 'apprentice', and 'thief'...... Then I will come to the earth...... Wait for me to come out of the storm and through the darkness...... The curse will no longer exist......"

It is still the Fallen Mother Goddess who answers.

As the being spoke, the dark vortex separated into sparks, forming some rather complex words and symbols in mid-air.

The demon of knowledge looked at the contents of these words, and felt that they were like doors stacked together in an indiscriminate order from largest to smallest, connected to the far away space, like "opening the door" and like "summoning", with no end.

And the three sacrifices all belong to the path of the Lord of Mystery, and Mr. "Gate" is to use a special method to open the passage of return through the temporary reunion of the three paths.

This ritual was correct, and the demon of knowledge was not going to do it anytime soon, and he asked another question:

"Do you want to be the Master of Mysteries?"

This time, Mr. "Door" replied almost without hesitation:

"I don't want to."

"By becoming the Lord of Mysteries, you will be able to escape the grip of the fallen Mother Goddess." The Demon of Knowledge ignored this answer, "And I have a way to minimize the disaster caused by your return to Earth, kill you, and create a new you." ”

"You will die after returning to the earth, and I will gather your memories and all the information to make a new you."

"I will help you die, and then help you to be reborn, and you will wash away all the pollution from your body and extraordinary properties through complete death, re-accommodate, become a normal god, and compete for the position of the Lord of Mysteries - what do you think of such a plan?"

The full moon outside the window suddenly shines brightly.

Moonlight poured in like blood through this window, falling on the deep black vortex in front of the demon of knowledge, dyeing him crimson.

The feminine power was at its peak, and when the entire room was filled, the demon of knowledge heard another voice in Mr. "Door's words".

Mr. "Gate's voice" seemed to be suddenly amplified, and the full moon showed round after round of moon halos, and he said with a smile with a terrifying voice that made other extraordinary beings unbearable: "Return is the period of death, I have been sealed for a thousand years, how can I accept such an ending?" …… You are the true god of the two paths connected to the essentia, and no one within the barrier can force you to complete the contract...... If you go back on it, or just a scam...... You have taken away all of my extraordinary characteristics, and it is better to keep them with me than this. ”

At the same time, an overlapping, debilitating, sluggish, and tired voice whispered in the ear of the demon of knowledge:

'Kill me......'

Mr. "Door" was calm, and after a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said:

"The pollution on my body is still within the scope of what I can handle, but I can't break free from prison...... Besides, you yourself have said that you want me to 'die completely,' so who will be remade and resurrected? Hidden Sage, I forgive you for not accepting this condition. ”

'Let me die......'

'Can't...... Will the disaster ...... Bring back ......'

Immediately after, the voice seemed to be choked and disappeared into the moonlight.

Mr. "Gate" continued to speak in a flat tone, and the demon of knowledge communicated with him for a while before ending the ceremony.

After the ceremony, the red light faded, and the blood moon ended, returning to its usual mist-like state. The Demon of Knowledge stood in the room, waved his hand, and converted the ritual materials and occult connections into information to collect for the next backup.

"Although the refusal was simple, if someone performed a summoning ceremony within the barrier, he would definitely still respond......"

He shook his head and said nothing.

The Demon of Knowledge descended the stairs and sealed the room where Bethel Abraham had spoken. He passed by the upper floors and halls of the temple and saw that the lights were still on in every room, and that the secrets and craftsmen were staying up all night studying for the performance and monthly appraisals of the month.

……

"Today's blood moon is a little abnormal......"

Crane sat in the "Fool's" seat, recalling the recent occult astronomical phenomena, and did not see the "coming blood moon". In the "magician" position below, Furth is looking at his nose and nose, waiting for the blood moon to end.

Klein glanced at Furth and thought of something:

"During the Blood Moon, Abraham and those who use the extraordinary characteristics of the Abraham family will hear Mr. 'Gate', is someone using this sudden Blood Moon to contact Mr. 'Gate', or is there something to do with this occult symbol?"

He thought that he still had the ritual provided by the witch Triss to contact Mr. "Gate".

Crane had wanted to try to contact the ancestor of the Abrahamic family, but was interrupted by his own spiritual instincts while he was still in the preparation stage. Realizing that the hidden dangers of this liaison ritual were far greater than Triss's warning, Crane dismissed it.

After more than ten minutes, the blood moon ended, and he let Firth go and left the Source Castle.

734

The morning after the Blood Moon was cloudy.

The sun was obscured by thin clouds, and after the golden sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, only a warm white remained.

"So ......"

In the small room at the top of the Cathedral of Light, Edward's voice echoed.

"During this time, as soon as the Lord of the Storm left me and the True Creator, he immediately took George III to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, blitzed Lemburg and snatched the 'All-Seeing Eye', and then quickly launched a divine war, destroying Intis, killing more than 70% of the population with a tsunami, and killing the God of Steam and Machinery, and beating Intis, who had lost its Creator, to the point where he could barely fight back?"

Medici answered with his eyes closed, his legs folded on the round table, the chair supported only by its two hind legs, maintaining a fragile balance. The atmosphere is delicate, and there is a main seat between the two.

Edward smiled intriguingly, leaned forward, put his arms on the table, and moved in the direction of Medici:

"Nothing else?"

It's a good story, the North Continent has noticeably more cloudy days and thunderstorms, and he likes it. The weather and the world looked terrible, but in this environment, he found the changing world much more interesting than the unchanging backwater.

The war between the gods is the most magnificent thing in the world, and it is also the meaning of the existence of the gods, but it is a pity that life on earth is always content with the status quo, does not know how to appreciate, and lacks the qualifications to appreciate.

Medici frowned and moved away:

"It's gone."

"I still want to ask you—why didn't the Lord come back with you?"

"He sleeps in the sea of chaos, waiting for the time to return." Edward muttered, "He and Medici were the only ones in the little room, "Ah, I mean, he's not coming back, and you're sure you won't be happy to see him when he comes back, is there nothing else to tell me?" ”

Medici's eyes were closed, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

After a few moments, He opened his eyes, lowered his legs from the table, sat up a little straighter, and asked succinctly:

"The primordial spirit?"

"You should call Him God." Edward propped his chin in one hand and looked at the Angel of War, "Or the All-Knowing Almighty, or the Creator." ”

Medici sneered, and there was no trace of respect in his voice:

"It's just something that was killed by the Rose of Redemption!"

"When Herabergen, Osecus, and the octopus head feared Him, and the gods feared Him to return and rule over all. But in the final analysis, it is just a spirit of death without stiffness, and if you can kill the first time, you can kill the second time! ”

Edward looked Medici up and down, "You're a bit like the Scourge of Destruction. ”

Then He sat upright, leaned back in his chair, and said relaxedly:

"But you don't need to gather a redemption rose, the demon of knowledge hates God, but he may not do it directly to God. First of all, it was my ally's choice, who went where He came from and blended in. Second, neither anyone nor God can prevent the return of a pillar, and even the pillar itself cannot completely wear out or imprison one of them, and our world repeats itself. ”

"The world in the future is like this, beautiful, full of sunshine, full of divinity, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing."

He recalled what he had seen and heard all the way from the waterfront to the Cathedral of Light in Trier—the extraordinary had become known to the masses, and people had gone to the church to offer their faith in exchange for potions. The extraordinary people of the Church cultivated the means of production sufficient for people's lives, developed circuits, sewer systems, and the simplest household appliances that made human life more convenient. The instinct of the creator gradually emerged, the extraordinary became a part of social production, and the ordinary gradually became the kind of creature that was kept and protected.

Edward drew a cross on the table:

"The brilliance of the Creator envelops everything, half of humanity becomes the Creator's domestic animals, and half of humanity becomes the plaything of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, but all people can attain happiness and eternity, and this is the earth of the future."

Bang!

Medici's fist slammed into the table with a loud noise.

"Less!" The Angel of War let out a low, angry roar, "The Lord has never treated humans as His own domestic animals!" ”

"How could He turn His back on His followers and domesticate them by listening to suffering and sorrow, who had more than once opened schools and spread technological power sufficient to counter extraordinary abilities?"

Edward looked at him, and suddenly said into the air:

"Sacrifice a copy of Beckland's newspaper."

Then He turned his head to the Medici, looked at His iron-black eyes, and drew an inverted cross on his chest with a slight solemnity but still casually:

"Your Lord loves the world, but God does not love the world."

God and man are like man and lamb.

If God doesn't need man as an anchor, but has an interest in man, what does mortal mean to God?

The office suddenly became silent, even the sound of the wind and the light rain outside the porthole were cut off, and in the long silence it seemed as if even time had stopped, and Medici's eyes burned with anger, and resentment at the blasphemy of the gods grew rapidly.

After about five seconds, Edward reached out and cut through a dark slit and grabbed a brand new newspaper from the middle, glanced at the headpage, and pushed it to Medici with a smile.

"No one can resist their instincts, not even you and me, and God is no exception."

"The God of Thunder tried with all his might to fight against the primordial will within himself, and allowing George III to be emperor was an attempt by him to fight against the 'tyrant', but he failed—he couldn't stand up to the real tyrant, and he couldn't stand up to himself, even though he knew it would be hastened suicide."

Medici glanced at the header, and a few bold capitalized fonts conveyed a message that made his eyes widen slightly:

"The descendants of the royal family of Rune have abdicated the throne......"

"Rune is about to unite church and state, and Pope Gad II, the favored person of the God of Thunder, will temporarily take over as emperor......"

The Angel of War stared at the contents of the newspaper, and he scoffed a few times, and did not say another word for a long time.

Edward blinked, crossed his hands, and smiled:

"I knew there would be such a day."

"See, no one can resist himself...... This is the world to come, the all-knowing and all-powerful love and ignore every believer equally, the unbelievers and false believers are removed, the earth becomes a sheepfold and a playground, and there is no future for your world. ”

"This is how you ended—"

He burst out with a wicked laugh and said in a playful and disappointed voice, "Who would dare not accept such an ending?" ”

TBC

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"And I'll get out of here."

"I have no interest in witnessing another death in a corpse-like world."

(End of chapter)