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The light of dusk exploded behind the god of war, and he staggered two steps, his greatsword tilted to the side, and he did not make a sound for a moment because of the pain.

Crane took the opportunity to drag Antigonus away from him and moved to Calderón's side.

The light in the armor of Badhair's head flickered a few times, and he had regained consciousness, but his hands and feet were slightly uncontrollable after taking a full blow from his own full force.

"The door is here......

A "door" that did not carry the pollution of the fallen mother goddess to the earth and become a god, the god of war knew that it was the old one standing behind him. The Twilight Giant, as he began to repair his wounds, easily caught the figure of Bethel Abraham, and his face suddenly became a little unsightly, but then he calmed down:

"He wanted to monopolize Antigonus and become a two-way true God? Then why don't you come back while we are both defeated, do you want to sell me a favor? But if He takes the mad wolf like that, it won't be a bad thing for me...... No, he was helping Antigonus attack me, and his purpose was not just to take Antigonus away, but to do it to me! ”

The sharp pain in his back helped him make up for the loss of IQ just now.

"I have no interest in Him, and I can't talk about persecuting the Abrahamic family." The god of war quickly scrolled through the sequence to the past struggles in his mind, and got a question mark, "It doesn't seem strange if Bethel Abraham helped Antigonus against me because of the rivalry in the Quaternary period, but when did they have a friendship that transcends the desire for promotion?" ”

"And most importantly, why is He in such a hurry?"

In the same way, whether you have an enmity with yourself or want to devour Antigonus, you can choose to come back after a while.

Even if he was affected by the "fool" just now, and his strength weakened slightly, he could directly seriously injure Antigonus to the brink of death, and wouldn't it be better for Bethel to pick up the leak at that time? Bethel took Antigonus's corpse directly and he didn't have a problem, could it be that he Bad Haire would still covet the extraordinary properties of the non-adjacent path? He is not Sallinger, and he will definitely be sent away as a favor.

This is a question that the god of war does not understand. But as a god whose combat power is among the best in the twenty-two paths, the god of war has a relatively simple idea of "if you can't say it, you can fight", "if you can't understand the thoughts of other gods, don't look at it", and "if you kill it, you'll be fine", no matter what the reason for Bethel Abraham's appearance here is, just drive him and Antigonus away.

In the spirit realm, there was no doubt that it was the right environment for Bethel Abraham to fight.

He is also a true God, and being able to enter the area that He has sealed off means that he can also travel through the spiritual realm inside, and I don't know the purpose of what He did to me...... The god of war's attention shifted untraced to the large pit in the center of Calderón. The essentia beneath is flowing quietly, and if you find a way to take Bethel Abraham into the area below, you can try to use the power of the River of Eternal Darkness to limit the "roaming" of the other party - and, according to the research of the ancient sun god, it is time for him to reach out as well.

"Can you communicate?"

Crane held out his hand, and Antigonus glared at him, and Crane withdrew his hand.

"It seems that we can communicate." Klein whispered to Bethel, "But He doesn't want to talk to me." ”

Bethel rolled his eyes in consciousness. He appeared next to Antigonus in a flash, looked briefly at the other party's situation, and wondered whether to move and pull the metal plates out of Antigonus's flesh.

These fragments of armor from the god of war were melted into Antigonus's body, and became an important item for the god of war to locate Antigonus's true body and limit the opponent's extraordinary abilities. Bethel pondered whether it would be better to free Antigonus from these objects, or to let Him continue to hang them—after all, to turn back was to kill Him who had been revived by his secret will.

After a few seconds, Bethel decided to see Klein's attitude.

If Crane hadn't discovered the effect of the pieces of metal stuck in his flesh, he wouldn't have found out.

He doesn't take the initiative to diminish his advantage, even if it's brought by someone else.

However, it was not without good news, Klein and Antigonus reached a certain degree of cooperation, allowing the latter to avoid further liberating the consciousness of the Lord of Mysteries, otherwise Bethel would not have allowed his body and consciousness to appear here.

But......

Bethel looked at Antigonus, not believing that the Lord of Mysteries had not yet surfaced.

If it weren't for the fact that He was in such a bad state that he wouldn't have been forced into a deep sleep, even his sister, the Heavenly Mother, had tacitly agreed that his brother couldn't wake up. And, judging by the cohesion of Antigonus when he first woke up, he should not be like this now—but Antigonus's convergence also did not work on the adjacent pathways, which made Bethel a little unsure whether this was a fraud or a reality.

Or maybe this is a sign of His madness? Bethel will be skeptical.

With God Zhuyu in front of him, he didn't want to guess the source of his own and other people's paths, what the innate old-level "fraudster" thought and what he would do.

But the truth didn't allow him to think too much, and before he could say anything to Antigonus (although Bethel felt that it was useless to say it), the ripples of the space being torn came from behind him, and a dusk giant sword stabbed Bethel in a straight line like silently cutting through the flow of water, and the killing intent was hidden seamlessly, and the figure of the god turned into a white light, completely using the color of the spirit world as his own cover.

Facing the blow of the God of War with the power of uniqueness, Bethel's eyes suddenly lit up, and countless stars seemed to flicker in the depths of his dark eyes, forming a miniature "universe".

In the old era, "universe" meant "infinite time and infinite space".

In an instant, the distance between Bethel and the god of war seemed to be stretched to infinity—unlike the "cheating" space, the "stealing" distance - like countless invisible doors blocking the two gods. Although the Dusk Giant Sword tore apart the space in front of it with an unstoppable momentum, the tip of the sword still suffered tremendous resistance and became a lot sluggish.

Just as an extremely complex seal pattern and the recorder's book appeared in front of Bethel at the same time, Antigonus behind him also turned over, staring at the god of war with a pair of eyes, and the power of "fooling" once again acted on Badheil's body.

Although the god of war was on guard and closed his mind, his IQ was once again somewhat reduced.

But after that, Antigonus's breath withered again.

He was only a "half-fool" who could not use the authority of "fooling" calmly, and every time he used this forcibly borrowed power, he felt that his consciousness had become further blurred, not only his identity, his own memories and the past, but even the reason for his desperate fight now seemed to have become ambiguous, leaving only the head in his arms in the darkness, and time was frozen at that moment.

Her eyes were closed, and she was crying.

Antigonus gasped for breath and shook his head vigorously, tossing aside the whispers that loomed in his ears.

He was just a wolf and couldn't understand what the man was saying.

"Maybe you'll be more accomplished as an Assassin."

Bethel smiled and spoke, flipping through the records, picking out the "Rules" that could be used as skills to "bind and control", and using starlight to complete the intricate and strange pattern at the feet of the god of war.

Kind of familiar. Klein watched nervously at the battle between Bethel and the God of War, and at the same time paid attention to the large patterned seal that Bethel had sketched at the feet of the God of War - Crane always felt that the seal was somewhat familiar, and it was completely different from the "starlight trail" that Bethel intended to use to capture himself in the fog of history. After a few seconds, when the seal was halfway outlined, Klein suddenly remembered where he had seen it.

That was the "ritual" at the feet of the demon of knowledge when I contacted Bethel before!

At that time, the ritual of the Demon of Knowledge was a composite ritual that included "connection, communication, and summoning", although Klein couldn't see that Bethel had made those changes, but his spirituality vaguely told him that Bethel had learned the magic pattern that represented "summoning" in it, and made a reverse replacement, if this seal was completely completed, maybe the God of War in the sealed state would be teleported somewhere.

What is there that restricts a deity's movement so that he cannot return anytime soon? Klein thought to himself, could it be......

"No action here!"

“…… Fools will abandon any chance to sneak attack. ”

Due to the loss of some intelligence, the god of war did not begin to answer Bethel's words until now. At the same time, he is incapable of thinking about complex things, he has become blind by "fooling", and if he is bent on stabbing Bethel in the front and back, he will temporarily ignore other attacks and turn all his strength and attention to the former.

In this way, when the voice of a certain Inquisitor resounded in the air, the tip of the sword of the God of War also reached Bethel.

Before they could make contact, the smell of dusk and decay came to their faces.

In just an instant, Bethel saw the jeweled brooch on his chest turn gray, and the precious metals that dotted around him quickly lost their luster and became as ugly as scraps of iron. Fortunately, he has now become a god, otherwise he would definitely feel that his vitality is also decreasing and stagnating. The God of War's form was affected by the "Decree", but he was still handing the tip of his sword forward.

The light of dusk pierced Bethel's heart, but the tip of the sword shifted out of the space on the other side a moment later.

The corners of Bethel's mouth rose slightly:

"It seems that the occasional schizophrenia is still beneficial."

Airplanes!

At the moment when the dual technique of sealing and transfer was completed, out of the corner of Bethel's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Antigonus rushing forward.

He gasped and snapped the seal.

Seeing the god of war get out of trouble like this because of the actions of his own "fool", Bethel's heart seemed to be dripping blood, and he wanted to tear Antigonus off the god of war and beat him on the spot.

TBC

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Beckland, Emlyn White's temporary residence.

In this small rental house, Emlyn is mixing potions. He turned this humble little room hidden in the East End into his own workshop and laboratory.

Now that the Thunder Church's oppression of heretics and wild extraordinaries has become more and more intense, the entire blood clan has to fall silent and avoid the edge for the time being. Many of the Bloods were unhappy to see the Demon Family show up and blend into the upper class, but they were also reluctant to donate money to the church.

Emlyn didn't have the convenience of being out again, so he stayed in his small base, working as a "pharmacist" with peace of mind, and did not forget to regularly rent a batch of documents from the Bloodline's library, as if he was a "Crimson Scholar" while enriching his understanding of the Bloodline's history.

Usually, he is in his small room, mixing some special potions.

Some of the milder ones can be pretended to be "special drugs" produced by black workshops without official labels. Emlyn would occasionally disguise himself and sell to the common people around him, or to wealthy people who had already established some financial connections. And some of these potions with extraordinary effects, mixed with spiritual materials, Emlyn would find a way to sell them through various channels, and Hugh the "Trial", who was also a member of the Tarot Society, was his best customer, and Emlyn often entrusted Hugh to sell them to the Wild Extraordinary as an intermediary, or directly to this colleague.

He had wanted to sell some of it to his fellow Bloodline, but his peers who were lower than him lived long lives and didn't need medicine.

He also looked for help from all his connections, wanting to get a chance to be promoted, but Miss "Justice", who originally said, "You come to the Southern Continent, maybe you can help", has not replied for a long time, and Emlyn feels that it should be over.

…… Never mind! As long as you live a long time, you may be able to wait until the demigod dies in front of you! Emlyn cheered himself up.

As the days passed, and although the opportunity for promotion was still far away, Emlyn calmly and diligently played the role of "Medicine Master", "Potions Professor", and "Crimson Scholar".

Gradually, he got used to this kind of life, and felt that the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Occasionally, it was only when he happened to walk by the side of the street and saw one or two terminally ill or mutilated young soldiers being brought here by relatives to find a "doctor" that he felt as if the war was not over and that the world had not changed.

Until now—

- The wind is blowing.

As the wind of life blows through the streets of Rune, Emlyn is holding a small glass jug and pouring the brightly colored liquid into another test tube. At that moment, he looked up with all his senses, and saw that the flowers that had been placed by the window, long withered in the cold wind, began to grow again. Its withered rhizomes climbed green again, and the shriveled leaves stretched out to produce red flowers.

The whole process is reflected in Emlyn's eyes, like a series of successive photographs.

Then, the red flowers enlarged in front of his eyes, gradually changing from the size of a palm to the size of a wheel, and then his vision began to blur, and the world around him turned gray, and the flowers turned into a red moon.

Is this the First Ancestor, or the Mother Goddess? It's not that I've never been enlightened, but when I'm awake, I really haven't...... Emlyn had no idea how extravagant his thinking was, and he stared at everything in front of him a little blankly, wondering if he should spread his wings and chase the moon, what if the ceiling collapsed. So he looked up at the black sky, and the stars in between them were gone, except for a red moon hanging high, and a pair of huge bat wings spread out, from the tip of one side to the other, just perfectly embedded in the center of the red moon.

A gentle wind blew on his face, and he involuntarily took a step forward.

The wind was so warm that people couldn't help but relax. For a moment, Emlyn remembered when he was a tiny cub, when he was held in his mother's arms and listened to her hum songs in the ancient Bloodline language to lull him to sleep.

"My child."

The illusion was over, and Emlyn found herself back in her little workshop, where the flowers were still in full bloom.

"Come to Harvest Church."

A voice whispered in his ear, soft and soft, as if it came from a mother he hadn't seen in a long time.

(End of chapter)