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Reappearing in front of the Demon of Knowledge, the only two of them in the Wilderness of Knowledge, Klein asked:

"What else?"

He felt that something was not right, the demon of knowledge seemed to be hiding something from him, but it was not surprising, everyone had their own plans.

"Something about stabilizing your spirit."

The Demon of Knowledge replied somewhat vaguely, "I said before that your spirit is affected too much by the mystery and needs some healing. And the best psychiatrist in the world is your enemy, and Adam, the 'writer', is far from qualified, so he can only hope for other help. ”

That's good news for him. The Knowledge Wilderness confronted the aura of the Source Castle, temporarily relieving Crane's mental pressure, and he was a little happy:

"Do you have anything you can do?"

The Demon of Knowledge nodded.

"Tell me." Klein looked at the southern continent of the real world and frowned slightly, "If you still need my help, you can say it directly, after the state is stable, I still have something to do." ”

"I'm not the one who can help you." The Demon of Knowledge said, "I just brought you here. ”

……

The crimson moonlight and the blazing sunlight tore at each other.

Although their battlefield is far away in the sky, the spiritual escape and occult symbolism caused by their actions still affect the operation of the entire world.

In countless collisions and battles, the light of the red moon became fainter and fainter, and the plump and feminine woman lamented.

He looked at the All-Knowing Almighty with a sad look, and no longer tried to stuff this "rebellious child" into his body and reborn again, but called His name in a sad, gentle voice, like a mother calling a lost child, longing to rekindle her attachment and love for her mother in the hearts of the other.

Those voices weave beautiful children's rhymes and lullabys, and anyone who listens to them will be reminded of the soft side of their hearts.

However, the incarnation of the Mother Deity without the "Mother Nest" will hardly overpower God in terms of power, and this attack of forcibly establishing occult connections is even less likely to work.

Not to mention that there is no mother for the mythical creatures who are born – and there are no conceptual mothers, so the concept of "mother goddess" is meaningless.

God also took a cold eye on Him, and was ready to tear this avatar apart and break it into extraordinary seals while it was not too powerful.

After all, the pillar-level old days have transcendent power, and even if the fallen mother goddess body in the starry sky loses two paths, and loses the "filthy mother nest", it still has the ability to fight with them, although it may not be able to win, but it will not be as fearful as other ordinary old days. Now that he has been mysteriously calculated, he has a holiday with the mother goddess in advance, and when he enters the starry sky in the future, he will definitely bear the brunt of the warm greetings of the mother goddess.

In this case, there is an incarnation at the moment that carries two paths and does not have much essentia breath, and of course he is taking advantage of his illness to ask for his path.

The sky above "Lilith" suddenly became dark, and at the same time, it seemed as if a hundred suns were casting their blazing light on his place at the same time, but just as God was about to act on his thoughts, "Lilith" seemed to sense the danger that was about to come, and immediately gave up continuing to tremble meaninglessly with God, and turned away without hesitation.

He was unusually fast, like a red moon rising into the sky, reaching the atmosphere almost instantly. It only takes one more blink of an eye to cross the barrier and reach the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Of course, God was not happy to see Him return to the Fallen Mother Goddess with extraordinary qualities, but the earth was not very large, and the speed at which the two-way true God escaped was too fast.

But between the lightning and flint, he already had an idea, and he saw that in the sky in the direction of the Western Continent, the condensed gray mist seal shook as if it had suddenly been violently attacked, and the huge illusory sea that seemed to contain all colors suddenly set off huge waves, washing the gray mist seal wave after wave.

The seal was attacked by an being in the same personality as the Lord of Mysteries, and in an instant, many essentia aura scrambled out from behind it.

The next moment, "Lilith" suddenly stopped.

Only a few dozen meters away from the barrier, "Lilith" slowly turned around.

He looked firmly in the direction of the Western Continent, and his appearance began to change, his face was sometimes a mysterious and elegant "Blood Ancestor", sometimes it changed into a soft and plump Eumibela, and finally, under the influence of the "filthy mother nest" of the Western Continent, his appearance and clothing gradually appeared in the style of the Western Continent, and changed back to the fairy image of the palace that dwells on the moon in the ancient mythology.

It's just that the fairy of the Moon Palace, who escaped from the dust in mythology, was dressed in red, her lips were as red as blood, and there was a red moon wheel suspended behind her moist black hair, which looked very different from the myth.

As if he was suddenly no longer under the control of the "Fallen Mother Goddess", he had a mind of his own, turned around and flew in the direction of the Western Continent.

He seems to want to see if he can become a conceived "mother" rather than a "daughter" who wants to return to her mother.

There can only be one "Mother" of the universe, and when he becomes the master of essentia in the Western Continent, he will inevitably have a battle with the fallen Mother Goddess in the starry sky, and the priority will be higher. Until then, God would not have to worry about being disturbed by the fallen Mother.

Immediately afterward, he also seemed to realize that whether or not he could go to the Western Continent depended on God's thoughts.

He was no longer as hostile as before, wandering the outside world, walking irregularly along the coast of the Eastern Continent, looking for essentia.

God turned his gaze to the spirit realm, and when his eyes made contact with the two figures, one red and one white, the god of war smiled at the all-knowing all-powerful, but his fingers rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Orochi, don't you ask me what I'm looking at?" Medici said suddenly.

Ulorius glanced at Him, "What are you looking at?" ”

Medici's fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the bone-encrusted sword, and he grinned merrily:

"I'm looking at a fake, Serpent, and I don't like him."

"I'll stop by and look at Klein...... Let's see if this kid who has inherited the identity and power of the Lord of Mysteries will be ready to do something later. ”

……

Before Klein could think about the meaning of the words, he felt the air around him suddenly turn unusually cold. It's Him. Crane suddenly understood the identity of the comer, so he looked at the demon of knowledge with a somewhat strange look, looking at the knowledge wilderness that had eroded the space around him.

Another force descended here quickly, this was the breath of the second essentia, and it actually united to surround Klein in the middle.

On top of that, the two essentia transmitted power at the same time, not only suppressing the Source Castle, but also making Crane almost completely lose his perception of the outside world!

Just as Klein felt that his territory was being violated, and instinctively felt that his mood was starting to deteriorate, the Demon of Knowledge suddenly reached into his cuff and felt a silver mirror with carved edging inside.

"This is also for you, and it can be regarded as the return of the goods to their original owners."

The Demon of Knowledge said, "If you don't want to give it as a souvenir, you can think that it is my reward for you, and Adam is a gift. ”

This cold joke was too contrasting from the now upright face of the demon of knowledge, and it interrupted Crane's "dissatisfaction".

Arodus was as quiet as a mirror in the hand of the Demon of Knowledge, but when Crane reached out and took it, he suddenly spat out large sections of red letters with a weeping expression like a typewriter. Crane ignored the mirror that had begun to set off fireworks and complain frantically as soon as he got into his hand, and looked at the face of the demon of knowledge with a smile:

“…… Maybe I don't have the option to say no? ”

"You have." The Demon of Knowledge said bluntly, "You don't have to worry about us being against you, our goal is to cooperate anyway, at least you and I don't want to fight on this planet." You are already the master of mysteries, and no one can force you to do things you don't want to do. ”

Is that so?

It seems so.

If they are strongly hostile to themselves, in this case, another old man can directly assassinate them without revealing his identity and location.

Klein didn't answer right away, the Demon of Knowledge's actions weren't betrayal, they weren't enough to make him angry, they just brought back some bad memories for him. But if the visitor really had a way to curb the spiritual erosion of the Lord of Mysteries, then he wouldn't care about this little calculation.

"Hey."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, as if it had a magical power that calmed Klein a little.

He put Arrodus away, turned his head, and saw a lifeless world, and a huge figure that could not be seen clearly, like a beast and a skeleton.

Instinctively a creature, Crane reflexively sought out the eyes of this mythical creature completely hidden in the darkness, but all he saw was the fleshless monster skull, the strange vines tangled in the eye sockets, and the half-decayed flowers that bloomed in a few hollow eye sockets.

If that's His eyes, then Crane is looking at Him.

He uttered a light voice from his decaying vocal cords that did not match his appearance at all:

"This is the first time we've met, right?"

"If God had told me tens of thousands of years ago that one day I would have a face-to-face conversation with the mystery, I would have turned around and walked away, and I would have cursed him a few words." The outer god sighed for a long time, sounding full of humanity, "But after a long time, anything will happen, isn't it, and I'm also surprised that there will be today." ”

"Your authority can suppress the secret will?"

Klein didn't want to talk nonsense, but he didn't doubt it now, because he felt his spirit calm down just by getting close to the other party's essentia. Although it didn't fall into a death-like silence on the spot, it was also a little too calm.

"Ouch, I don't dare say that, the pillars were still much stronger than us in the old days. If I have such a great ability, why do I need to pull the demon of knowledge to dare to talk to the mystery. ”

With this vivid tone, Klein could almost imagine a person shaking his head in front of him, without bounds.

That being said, the Bone Behemoth didn't show signs of fear.

"It's unbelievable to say."

Klein waited for His next words, but he didn't expect Him to suddenly say something irrelevant:

"Now that the gods are fighting on their own, and no one cares about the affairs on the ground, it's a good opportunity to steal from the house. The situation is so suitable, and in the face of such a temptation, it is really unimaginable that the Destruction Scourge should choose to stay quietly in the spirit world instead of taking advantage of the current chaos to make waves...... He must have had a very valuable experience on this planet, right? ”

"Ah, maybe it's because of God, that's understandable."

After He said this, without any additions or explanations, he changed the subject very directly:

"I have two cures for your mental problems, but neither is to suppress the occult consciousness, but to prolong your existence."

……

It was a bleak starry sky, the stars were exhausted, and it was full of death.

In the pitch-black curtain, only sporadic points of light flickered, and such light seemed to be completely extinguished in the next second, plunging the starry sky into eternal darkness.

Below, a deep black, shrouded in a starry sky.

There seemed to be fog or liquid flowing in the deep darkness, and the phantom of a ruined city appeared and disappeared, like a projector with a bad signal, or like two forces fighting for the city.

In the center of the city is the source of the tributaries, which makes it look like a dilapidated well. The dim starry sky slowly pressed down, and severed limbs and skeletal arms of vines hung down from a high place, reaching out to the ruined city and the "river" surging in the center. There seemed to be something hidden behind the starry sky, and the invisible power was entangled in Calderón's illusory shadow little by little with the establishment of occult connections, persistently pulling it into this withered world, under the gaze of the exhausted stars.

This "scramble" proceeds slowly, and no one knows how long it will take for the city to be completely snatched over, but what is known is that as long as this goal can be achieved, no matter how long it is, it will be fleeting.

Of course, the "scramble" has always been accompanied by resistance.

In the midst of a long, brief tug-of-war, the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness, which already had a self, did not intend to be captured, and its avatar let out a roar, blocked by layers and reduced into indistinct whispers. Yet such a faint sound carries the power to call all the undead and the imprint of death.

The entire space began to stir violently, causing the entire starry sky to twist slightly.

The sound of rushing water sounded.

The hideous shadow broke through the water, splashing countless droplets, each of which reflected the dim starry sky, it was so calm and transparent, and even under its reflection, people had the illusion of being in the stars.

The dead came down the river Styx, and they roared out of the water, stretching out their shriveled, white, scarred arms, and one after the other, pressed together, like the sacrifices of foolishness, the sacrifices buried at the foot of the houses and walls, awoke at the same time.

Countless withered hands grabbed Calderón, tearing at the end of the limb from the starry sky, fighting for it. Like hungry ghouls, they let out baby-like cries and like bugs and ants trying to stop Calderón from being dragged further into the present world.

The flowers opened their eyes, and the bones cursed, incapacitating them in large swaths, trapped between life and death.

Calderón's apparitions sit silently on the illusory water, and the faces and wreckage of the dead form a terrifying picture underwater, like a blooming flower one after another. The two sides are at a stalemate, and it can neither fully enter the starry sky nor return to the water.

More power has been thrown in from behind the stars, and the contenders are determined to pocket the power of this tributary, and even if they can't accommodate it now, they must cut it off and keep it by their side for the time being.

I don't know how long it took, in the long silence, time became extremely slow, or even fast.

The balance was suddenly shattered in a moment of silence, and the illusory river was suddenly dyed with a blood-red color, like a large expanse of blood in it, and many of the undead were dissolved into it before they could let out a wail, and together with a large number of living people, they became a blood sacrifice for someone to sacrifice essentia to confuse control.

The essentia incarnate also suffered a blow, his opponent changed from an ordinary, and even somewhat restrained enemy to a concept beyond the reach of death, and all kinds of weakening and sealing methods followed, the offensive reversed, and he fell into a dangerous situation in a moment.

Without the interference of the incarnation, this tributary was suddenly further dragged into the world of star decay.

The whole world violently vibrates, trying to incorporate the concepts of "death" and "end" into its own symbols.

……

The body fell into a temporary frenzy.

Fortunately, this level of madness has not yet been transmitted to the spirits in the interior of the earth along the occult connection, and the withered lord is still joking casually:

"The first choice is for me to bless you."

"The content of this curse is 'weakened in strength, self-enhanced.'"

"I know what you're worried about, it's not like I've never seen a schizophrenic God, and I can choose which personality to bless." The outer god said, "You are now equivalent to the human side of the Lord of Mysteries, after all, he has not erased you, in a sense, he has acknowledged your existence. ”

"Is it a blessing or a curse?"

"I will curse your divinity for becoming weaker and weaker, on the other hand, for your humanity to become active, which was one of the most vicious curses of the old days, comparable to making a normal person insane, but for you, it is a blessing."

There are always two sides to the same thing, and this is not to directly curse the weakening of the mysterious will, but to strengthen me...... Klein nodded in understanding.

"With this curse, the half-body of I-s restored the true creator who should have been crazy to his senses through the ritual of the descent of the Son of God, but at the cost of his power becoming incomparably weaker, falling directly from the innate mythical creature to the weak and pitiful low sequence, and even losing the 'not to be looked at' trait."

"But he can still be promoted, he can still gradually regain his divinity, for the sake of my own life safety, we will clear up when I leave the earth, I will not provide you with after-sales service, this is a one-time thing."

The Outer God wasn't going to tell Crane that he could actually just curse the Mystery to become weak—after all, that kind of collateral would make the Mystery stronger. In the future, everyone will be an enemy, so why send someone a "strength boost"?

No, the demon of knowledge also tacitly kept quiet.

He was looking at his hands, completely unconcerned about what the two were discussing across from him. Several square boxes were being played with in his hands like walnuts, and half of Intis in the northern continent had become a white field.

Klein was in no hurry to make a choice, he asked:

"What about the other one?"

"The other is, 'record.'"

"Record." Klein thought of the recorder of the "door" pathway.

"It's not the same extraordinary ability you're familiar with."

The outer god seemed to hear Crane's heart, and then the shadows surged, and the sound of rustling and the friction of hard objects sounded in it, and the forelimbs of a human-like arm stretched out of the darkness, and an object floated on the fingertips more than a meter long.

Crane looked at the object, his expression becoming odd.

“…… Is this a record? ”

"I originally wanted to make it into a CD, but my aesthetic is more retro, so I chose a record."

"This is to make it easier for you to understand, after all, if I still use books, it will make you even more confused about the difference between this and 'record', right?"

No, I don't want to know why this thing is the way it is. "Is this your extraordinary ability? What does that mean? ”

The "finger" stood up, and the black record swayed from side to side above the fingertip.

"As you can see, my 'record' is to store a piece of the past."

"Therefore, my authority is 'memory.'"

……

The Lord of the Blighting heard the voice of the Essence, and he realized that the influence of the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to be quite large, probably because the concepts were somewhat conflicting, and he forcibly introduced another essentia without completing his own essentia, and now the spirit of the Essence was many times better than before.

This made it a little difficult for him to keep his logical mind for a while, and in order not to let Klein see it, he paused a little and pretended to be incomprehensible.

He walked away, and he found that the demon of knowledge was looking at him obscurely.

He asked, in a language other than the stars:

"Where did your sacrifice to the River of Eternal Darkness come from?"

Within the confines of the wilderness of knowledge, no one can acquire knowledge as long as the demons of knowledge do not want to, so Klein does not understand their conversation—even to the human senses, this language is like the gentle sound of the wind blowing in the ears.

The Lord of the Blight, suppressing the instinctive euphoria brought on by the replenishment of the disordered spirit and symbolism, replied with a smile in another alien language:

"Didn't you see that?"

"I'm sorry, did it scare your protégé in the Western Continent?"

"I just wanted to drain their lives, but it might be better to sacrifice body and soul together?"

"I told him that by doing this, I would bring everyone's power together in him, and he did that...... I like him very much, but it's a pity that he is too stupid and stupid, and he thinks he is very smart...... As the blood flowed down the steps up the hill like a waterfall, he was still asking me when I would receive the pardon. ”

"Ah, alas, I was going to treat them well, but fighting for the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness is even more important...... I know it's not in order, so as compensation, I'll take their souls with me......"

As always, he doesn't have a preface, as if he were answering a question, and as if he were talking to himself.

Forcibly accommodating the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness made his already somewhat neurotic personality even more eerie, and the wind became a little chaotic with a seeming chuckle.

……

Memory.

He went on to say.

"The universe has memory, time has memory, planets and mountains and oceans have memory. Even if I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can read these memories. It can be a historical image, it can be a soul, a personality, a city...... Of course, it can also easily carry a person's memory. ”

Klein's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately understood what the other party meant.

"You can't record extraordinary abilities, only history and scenes?"

"Don't put it so bluntly...... Otherwise, why do I keep saying I'm weak? ”

In Klein's imagination, the human figure shrugged his shoulders and continued with a smile:

"But I can use these records and concepts as a means of attack."

"However, the memory of objects is only a videotape, but human beings not only forget self-protectively, they will wear and tear over time, but they will also beautify themselves and others in their memories, so human memories are deceptive."

"I can record your life so far, and you can load it whenever you need it, find yourself, and remember your life and thoughts at the time. However, you will inevitably become unable to understand yourself over time, until one day, when you look at your own memories, you will not feel that it is you, but that it is a small and boring stranger, until one day, you will be bored and will never recall yourself again. ”

"I used this power to make the true Creator pick up the unbearable past, and helped him find himself and rise directly from Sequence 3 to the true God."

It sounds like a good choice, but there are also hidden dangers - the outer gods add in a good way:

"However, He was able to return to the top with my power because He did accept and admit the past, that it was who He was. If He avoids talking about it and separates His past self from his present, then He will also be cut off from His Being, unable to accept the past and inherit power. His person will also be locked in Sequence 3 by me, and he will never be able to move forward unless he abandons this new body that he has so managed to come to success. ”

"And I got a new record by witnessing His return, and I loved it, and it was so interesting that it made me a little scared."

"Which one do you choose?"

Klein stared at the record, and after a moment, he asked:

"I choose 'memory.'"

"It is a terrible torture to look inside yourself for a long time, to feel the change in yourself a little bit." The voice of the outer god came from the darkness of the night, not as an exhortation, but as a statement of truth to his guests, "This is a slow death, like watching oneself gradually be replaced by another. For you earthly creatures, walking on the extraordinary path is already considered to be a death once, and do you intend to continue to die like this slowly for hundreds of thousands of years to come? ”

"It takes me to feel the pain to prove that I am still me, or at least to prove that I still have the dregs of 'Zhou Mingrui' and 'Klein Moretti'."

Klein shrugged his shoulders, as if he was making a joke nonchalantly.

He didn't know that Zarathu had also torn open his wounds in this way, cut open the wounds in his heart, and then said something similar in a joking, and the two high-ranking soothsayers had the same opinion in places that no one had expected:

"Give me a screenshot of my memories of the Old Era and the second of the sequence."

Because after that, almost every decision I made was with the participation of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and I was no longer a complete me.

"It's simple." The outer myth turned, "Are you sure about this?" ”

"Sure."

"Then you take a step forward and get closer to my essentia sphere of influence—relax a little more, or I'll not be sure to reproduce these memories in their entirety."

Crane did not move forward, he asked rhetorically:

"What are you here to help me for?"

The outer god looked at Klein and smiled disapprovingly.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, and I won't affect what you value."

——————

The battle of the Southern Continent came to his mind, and in Calderón, the massive monsters had been cut off as much as possible with their essentia.

His instincts told him that it wouldn't be long before the plan would move on to the next step.

"I do need you to do something for me, but...... Now that I think about it, maybe you'll be happy to help me do this? (End of chapter)