"Betrayal, guilt, punishment."

"Flesh, torn, bones, bent."

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."

The blackened baby looked at the sunless canopy with his blood-red eyes, and his intermittent whispers leaked out of his small mouth, revealing the resentment of being eaten. The resentment is so intense that it erodes like a poison at the virtues of temperance, forbearance, and tolerance that are proclaimed in the Bible, and gives birth to a depravity hidden in human nature that even mythical creatures cannot withstand—in order to maintain their self-knowledge, they still have humanity in them, although thin, but enough to be disturbed by this whisper.

"Do you mind if I let Him sleep?" Realizing that these two were faithful believers in the Creator, Thoth hastened to add, "I don't mean to offend, but the depravity in these words will affect the surrounding environment and reveal your whereabouts to a certain extent. ”

Medici's iris were still red, and her voice was hoarse after screaming, "Come on, maybe sleep can also relieve the Lord of some pain." ”

Under the power of "Sleeping Beauty", the baby gradually fell into a deep sleep and stopped moaning. Just when they thought it was finally over, Thoth let out a muffled grunt of pain, and cracks cracked open from half of his face, the flesh and blood inside solidified into black and white peeping eyes, and the scene began to shatter, and the scene before them began to shatter, and Medici and Ulorius were no longer red-haired men in black armor and silver-haired men in robes, but two strange forms of abstract things such as light, spiritual numbers, and symbols—abstract things that represented the extraordinary properties of mythical creatures. Whenever Thoth's voyeuristic eye was out of control, his vision would be filled with a mystical message that could not be sifted through or selected, and could only be reflected in the brain in one go, crushing every nerve to the ground.

"Hah...... I know," he said with a wry smile, covering half of his face, "how could he be safe and sound after reproducing the myth of the creation level......

"Underground pollution......" Ulorius's voice passed through the irrepressible madness into his ears, "that magic brought you into contact with the primordial ......"

"Damn it! Why are you ...... too?" a psychic communication squeezed into Thoth's mind, and Medici almost gritted his teeth as he pronounced his name, "Cheer up! Hidden Sage...... The key to ancient history, the eye that prying into the secrets, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers...... Ho...... blood coughed up his throat again.

While reciting the names of the gods can help them to secure their understanding, it is now a drop in the bucket.

"Disconnect quickly, and an excess of information will flood into your head along the mental link...... You're going to get out of control......"

Thoth stumbled two steps forward, thrust the dark baby into Medici's arms, and then turned into a torrent of information and ran off into the distance.

After the Eastern Continent was torn apart beyond recognition by various extraordinary forces, the Hermit Divine Kingdom Mirage located in the Northern Continent also ushered in a change.

Black thorns protruded from the windows of the vermilion attic, twisting together longer and longer, until they finally wrapped themselves in chains around the towering building, so strong that the spikes dug deep into the red wood, as if to strangle the entire building and the people inside—and at the center of this danger was the hidden sage in a state of semi-madness.

I don't know how long I struggled with madness, but Thoth finally returned to his human form, and the voyeuristic eyes on his body finally closed. He loosened his grip slightly, stepped out of the crack in the black thorns, and stepped into a room filled with water, letting his blood-stained clothes get wet.

The reddened water reflected his reflection, and Thoth raised his hand slightly, and the reflection sprouted like a hibiscus into the water, turning into a black-haired and purple-eyed woman - it was Minerva, who had briefly appeared in the Eastern Continent, Thoth's feminine half, she was standing naked in the water at the moment, and her beautiful but godless eyes reflected Thoth's extremely tired expression.

"Perhaps we can refer to Alex's method to actively lower the person, widen the distance from the 'primordial', and at the same time let this half of the body fuse some characteristics and become a container for insulating pollution......"

As if at last he had made up his mind, Thoth took Minerva into his arms after a few deep breaths, and the steaming mist drowned the two bodies so similar, so close that the wet black hair was so inseparable from each other that a trembling breath lingered between the two tongues, and they embraced each other as if they were hugging themselves.

At the dawn of day, there were no hermits left in the world, only two angel kings who peeked into the path of the secret people, one who remained in the world and the other who sank into the shadow of the water.

As if the lamp had run out, the cascading black thorns quickly shrank and withered, and the mirage also fell apart, and the exhausted hidden sage fell down like a leaf in autumn, along with thousands of fragments.

The ancient bells spread from far and near like water waves, and the shadows of the night quietly enveloped the falling Thoth, who opened his eyes a slit, and shook his head at the goddess standing in the field full of deep sleeping flowers through the dream, and at the moment when the power of the night faded, Thoth returned to the height before the fall, and the black crow's wings swept across the sky, revealing a playful expression that was rarely seen by angels at the time.

With gravity cheating, Amon slowly landed with him.

"I thought you'd just kill me." As soon as Thoth wanted to say this, he realized that he couldn't even blink his eyes without moving his tongue—it was not good, Amun had completed the deep parasitism when he was at his weakest. Shi Angel naturally learned of his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth hooked a vicious arc, "Since you don't escape this possibility, then how can I let you easily get your wish?" ”

Chased by Feng Zhibai all the way, almost eroded by the primordial, and the hidden sage who had just completed self-segmentation was almost too tired to stand up, stiffly half-supported and half-held by the Angel of Time, the other party's fingertips touched his unprotected neck with a coolness, like a blade that had just been unsheathed, and his head would be cut off in the next second.

"Why don't you run away?"

"It's like if I escaped today, you won't find me tomorrow." Thoth said silently, "It's like dealing with prayer, and I'm used to finish today." ”

The angel was still smiling, but there was no light in his eyes, his hands were as sharp as steel, Thoth felt his skin being torn open like a bag, the flesh of the back of his neck being easily parted like jelly, Amun's fingers poking into his neck bone, tiny worms separating from his fingertips and crawling through his flesh with a creepy rustling sound.

"Have you ever thought that if you escaped today, you might be able to live one more day?" Shi Angel's voice was as soft as silk, "You can go to your favorite small restaurant, and it is better to die after eating and drinking than to die exhausted." ”

Thoth sighed silently, "Forget it, I won't eat safely anyway." ”

"Peace of mind?" Amon laughed, "You participated in the plot to kill my father, but you still want peace of mind?" ”

"You're going to ......"

"Let me see, what exactly were you plotting with them some time ago-"

As a high-ranking information creature, Thoth can hide his thoughts and memories in thousands of irrelevant and redundant messages, and with his hidden authority, it will be difficult for even a thief of the rank of the King of Angels to snoop on his thoughts - unless Amon is willing to set aside several Time Worms to share the pain of being washed away by the flood of information. But because Thoth was in a parasitic state, the redundant information was tossed aside like Moses' division of the sea, revealing what Amun wanted to see.

"Wait...... Don't ......" Even in the face of death threats, the hidden sage struggled, "Amon, don't look! You want to know what's going on, I'll just tell you! Don't look—"

The memories of the Rose of Redemption were swiped frame by frame, and the chapter about the Divine War Amon was quickly turned over...... It's too late.

The bodies that were eaten, the flesh and blood scattered, the blood-stained angel kings, the babies born from the corpses, the most tragic scenes were unobstructed.

Amon stared at the memory in amazement, and the worms of time peeled off his face, but he didn't realize it.

He felt himself rush forward, picking up the dark baby and running away, he felt blood and tears slip from his eyes, he heard suppressed cries leaking from his throat, he felt the flames burn his skin, and the thunder and lightning scorched his flesh...... But "my own" hand is unwilling to let go no matter what.

This is the perspective of the person in front of you, the memories and feelings of the person in front of you.

If it's just for a profit, why be so decisive?

Thoth felt the hand that had touched his neck bone leave, and the rattling insects crawled out, the flesh began to close, the scars began to scab over, and finally they were as clean as ever.

The child he had brought up asked him a question, his voice so calm that it was almost hollow.

"Like your father, you think it will cause unnecessary trouble to tell me, so you have been avoiding me?"

The parasitism was lifted, but Thoth was speechless.

The raven flew away from Him, shrunk into a small dot in the night sky, and eventually vanished.

It was the last memory of the Hidden Sage in the Third Age.