.”

"We beg your mercy and help, [Hidden Azandros], and beg you to use your undetectable power to form a barrier for us, to cut off all that has passed."

In the boundless sea of gold, Fisher seemed to hear an unrecognizable strange voice in the middle of it, and the voice that opened seemed to be a multitude of mouths speaking together, pieced together in strange language, as if to be understood, as if to tear apart the consciousness of living beings.

For some reason, Fisher understood the meaning of the voice, but he was more like a spectator, listening to the story that might have happened.

He even wondered if it was a sound at all, because it didn't seem to be his own "ears" that heard it, or his nose, or his mouth.

He didn't know that his consciousness had only awakened a little, and he couldn't help but be curious about the source of the sound, and wanted to find out. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction from which the voice had come, and the golden light waned little by little, and soon a dark, dark abyss filled with sea water plunged into Fisher's eyes.

"Gollum~"

Underneath the nameless darkness, it seemed as if something was slowly wriggling, but Rao couldn't see through Fisher's eyes.

At this time, curiosity was in his misty consciousness, and he wanted to further observe the existence of the bottom of the abyss, but in the next second, countless bubbles suddenly gushed out from below, and at the same time, there was a helpless sigh that seemed to be a delicate girl, he complained,

"Fisher"

"Ramastia?"

As Fisher muttered, countless bubbles surged up, wrapping up his consciousness, everything about him, surging upwards and flying away, leaving the dark abyss and returning to the [reality] above the abyss, and then rising back to the trench in reality, and then from the golden palace in the trench back to the sea, and finally back to Nari, back to somewhere under the church.

"Gollum!!"

Fisher sat up suddenly, consciousness jerking away from the darkness. He was breathless as if he had been pulled up after drowning, and in the thick gasp, seawater continued to seep from his nostrils and mouth until he vomited everything in his lungs.

"Ahem, ahem!!"

He touched his neck in disbelief, but it was empty now, and it was the place where the tentacles that Yaren had given him dwelt.

But now, there was nothing but his Adam's apple, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream

"Doot?"

But in the next second, a golden tentacle came out of his clothes, and the golden vortex that swirled all the time on the tender surface proved that everything just now was not a dream.

“？！”

Fisher thought that little Fisher had become the tentacle, so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and almost didn't jump, but after a closer inspection, he found that the tentacle had actually been wrapped around his body just now, but for some reason he didn't find it just now.

What exactly is this thing?

Fortunately, this time in the house controlled by the Asian mother, she finally stopped leaving suspense, which made Fisher stunned to guess.

The sub-girl next to him finished the manual and flew back to Fisher's side with a golden light at this moment, and an illusory text floated in front of his eyes,

[Congratulations, you have received the "Secret Blessing of Azan Rose"]

[Contributor's note: The gods of creation prepared everything for the creation of the world, and even unconsciously committed the capital crime of "stealing.] And before the official begins, they also beg for blessings from a secret and powerful being, begging him to shelter the fragile new world that is about to be born with great power, to isolate the new birth from everything that has passed, and thus the "ultimate" is born, and the isolation exists. Now, the good things of the past have passed away with the shattering of the barriers, and the feared past of the gods is about to come back because of their sins, leading to the end of all things. 】

[When Passively Activated: The Hidden Power will help you isolate the source of chaos when you finish reading the entire contents of a complete manual, so that you are not directly affected by it.] 】

[When activated: Say the specified slogan to the avatar of Azandros to activate the Secret Blessing, and during the survival of the blessing, you will fall into a state of "specific secret", and you will not be discovered by chaos and gods, and will not be affected by forces other than direct authority. In return, you will be "reverted to normal" in the process of secrecy, and you will not be able to use any supernatural powers, including magic. This process lasts for a random amount of time and cannot be actively closed. 】

[Tip 1: Use your skills to build a good relationship with the lovely Azandros avatar, which will help you use your active blessings.] 】

[Tip 2: Imagine what happens when someone who has been watching you suddenly can't see you?] 】

The golden light of Yarenniang's completion of the manual dissipated little by little, making Fisher, who had read all this, breathe a good sigh of relief.

This is really, extremely powerful blessing.

He couldn't imagine how exaggerated it would be if even the gods couldn't discover the blessing of your existence, no wonder that the subhuman mother had been able to dance so alive for thousands of years, and apparently had read all kinds of manuals and knew the secrets of the prophecy of the end of the world, but the people of the Creation Society knew nothing about her, it turned out that this was the reason.

Previously, when he was fighting against the chaos of the soul, although he pretended to be calm in front of Helaire, in fact, he was clearer than anyone else in his heart. If it weren't for the source of the soul chaos that didn't do anything to him, it is likely that he would have died in the process of containing the soul chaos, but now with the blessing of Azanros, he can only face the chaos that entered the world and not the source of it.

I have to say that what Yaren Niangkong left behind was indeed beyond his expectations, and even invisibly dissipated some of the hesitation in his heart about his duties.

He blinked, then looked at the golden tentacles that were wrapped around him and looked at him in a daze, and for a moment he looked at it, forgetting that it didn't have eyes.

So, this is actually the incarnation of Azandros?

This tentacle. Is it really cute?

Does the Asian mother control like the Asian mother has to go crazy, and she doesn't even let go of the tentacles?

“.”

"Toot toot!!"

Fisher obviously didn't say anything, just thought so in his heart, but the golden tentacles in front of him seemed to suddenly read his thoughts, and writhed his body angrily, and even the golden vortex swirling above became restless, as dangerous as a rattlesnake.

Actually, it's still a little cute."

Fisher opened his mouth and said suddenly.

And the trembling tentacles stopped abruptly because of this, and instead crooked the end of his tentacles, looked at Fisher, and seemed to say while "tooting",

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Fisher said this, and he didn't know if the tentacle was used or not, but it shook its head and wrapped itself around Fisher's body again, like a delicate little cutie, but it seemed to be a little sticky and greasy when it wrapped around his body.

Soon, as it enters your clothes, the stickiness disappears, because when you open it again, you won't be able to see it anymore.

So, what is the password that uses it to bless?

Fisher stood up, puzzled, and took one last look around, but it was clear that everything here had been taken by him, and the Asian Niangkong himself had been gone for a long time, and he didn't know if he was dead or what

Next, it's up to him.

He lifted his steps and was about to walk out of the room, but when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered the easter egg that the Asian mother had finished filling the manual.

Although he didn't know what the so-called proverb meant, it was taken literally in the Nari language, which meant that the child of the dragon was the dragon and the child of the phoenix was the phoenix

So, what is a rat child?

It was at this moment that he seemed to suddenly realize what the so-called password was.

So, he whispered,

“ma。”

In the next second, as the correct password was spoken, a strange golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and in the midst of the extremely terrifying power, in the eyes of the gods and chaos, the existence named "Fisher Benavides" disappeared in an instant.

"Ahhhh Where the hell did you come from? ”

Outside the church at this moment, Emhart on Fisher's shoulder was angry and kept hitting him with his head, and Fisher was obviously a little crying and laughing, so he had to use his hands to stop his movements, but compared with the relaxed freehand with the blessing of the power of the mythical rank, it is actually quite difficult to use human power, as if Emhardt's "brutal collision".

No wonder in the plane tree at that time, even Earwin lost his hand in front of him when he snatched the death rune.

"You're there so you didn't notice me coming out, did you?"

"Your mother, I've been watching if it's good, how could I not be paying attention."

Fisher smiled noncommittally, and silently took the puffing Emhart into his arms and hid it.

In fact, he was just experimenting with the blessings he had just received. It is described as effective against the gods and sources of chaos, but it is actually effective against other beings as well.

Just like when he came out of the church, he was sneaky at first, but because he couldn't use supernatural power when he opened the secret state, his senses were very different from before, so he didn't even notice the patrolling papal officer for a while.

As a result, even if Fisher walked in front of him, he didn't notice anything wrong.

But Emhardt only discovered his existence after a brief pause, which led Fisher to speculate whether it was possible that this secrecy was determined by his own relationship to the object of observation.

It's like he's close to Emhart, so even if Fisher sneaks in to scare him, he'll still find out; On the contrary, the rest of the Nari turned a blind eye even if they stretched out their hands and dangled in front of them.

And this should have nothing to do with the level of rank, just now he has met a lot of higher-level sub-people in the north, mainly the blue bird species of the Sardinia female country, they also seem to know nothing about Fisher's existence, and it is quite interesting, Fisher even tried to trigger the cryo magic in the roadside bakery cupboard, but he was like a forbidden demon physique that had no effect at all, and even the cryo magic could not make him feel cold

It's funny.

But Emhardt didn't think so, he even swallowed a mouthful of saliva a little nervously hidden in Fisher's arms, and after what happened along the way, he even had a doubt in his mind, and Fisher was shocked,

"Fisher, you can't have died in that catacomb, have you? And now it's actually your ghost that comes out, because you're so astringent, that's why you have this kind of grudge, you're going to walk around the streets, you're going to harass ladies later, etc., won't I become a ghost too, no, I'm going to fly out to see if others can find me."

"Are you stupid? I just got a little help there, and you can see that I wasn't noticed along the way, which helped me for the rest of my trip to Nari. Both on the search manual and Elizabeth's side. You don't have such help, you can hide in my arms, understand? ”

Fisher sighed and pressed Emhardt, who was about to escape, back into his arms, a blessing that could not be shared, Emhart had been hitting him on the head in the church, and he presumably the sound of his flight had drawn the patrolling papal officers to him.

"Oh my God, I think we're like rats in the gutter, but when the time comes, you won't have to worry about your battle with Elizabeth making a mess of the funeral."

"I hope so."

If, according to Fisher's previous reasoning, apart from the gods, the closer you are to yourself, the easier it is to find yourself, then Elizabeth will probably be able to see herself in minutes.

But Emhardt was right, at least at Mr. Haythami's funeral he didn't want chaos to happen, it was the last time before Mr. Haytham left

"Then we're going to your teacher's hometown now? That's what. City of Chitel. ”

"Well, we'll be going right away."

"But it's not like the direction to the station."

"That's true."

Fisher took Emhardt through the streets until he came into a familiar area of low-rise bungalows, which didn't seem to change much, except for the cardinals flying in the sky and the new street lamps in front of the door

He quickly stopped in front of a small three-story house, and then quietly looked at the door number outside the fence,

"Lady Martha"

He didn't go inside, because at this moment, even though he was under a secret wrap and couldn't use his supernatural powers, he was keenly aware that there were some vague eyes on the surrounding streets, as if waiting for someone to push open the door and go in to meet the old woman inside.

If it were Lady Martha, she would have seen him as well.

But it was afternoon, and she should have been taking a nap at this time.

He climbed lightly over the low fence, stood in the small courtyard of the house, looked through the glass window at the structure he knew all too well, and soon saw Lady Martha resting in a rocking chair. He looked at it for a long time, then paced to the other end of the courtyard, where she had planted cabbage.

But now the soil here is full of weeds, and only a few sparse vegetable roots that have not been collected are placed in it.

Fisher was silent for a moment, walked to the side of the field, picked up the sickle that had been sitting here for an unknown amount of time, then took off his coat, and lowered himself to cut the weeds that grew inside, the field was not large, and his movements were very fast, so soon, all the weeds within the edge were cut by him and thrown into a neat place.

Then, he gently tossed aside the handle of the sickle that he had held so hotly, took several deep breaths, and picked up the coat that had fallen to the ground next to him.

When leaving, I looked into the room again, and on the rocking chair, Martha, who was almost old, was still sleepy, enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

Fisher, who was looking at all this, only smiled slightly, put on his coat again, and climbed over the fence in the direction of the station.

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