"O honorable and noble old man! The glorious thousand-year-old kingdom of God, the city of Lalaye, which is above time and space, is now unlocking the primordial power, and the miracle is thus advancing, and the old day will finally appear! ”

Just like last time, the cold voice of the Deep Abyss Gorot echoed throughout the ancient and majestic royal court, as if it was solemnly announcing an oath.

"Gorot, I feel like there's something extra in my body."

Venason looked inwardly at his own spirit body, and the twisted and slippery tentacle was resting there silently, motionless.

"Master, you don't have to worry, that's the feedback that comes when you awaken the core power." Gorot's voice with a palpable sense of joy came from the void and reached Venathan's ears.

"Feedback?"

"Yes, master. It is like a Spanish chickadee that lives above the freshwater lake of Moller, which feeds its offspring when it is an adult, and is fed by its offspring in its twilight years. ”

So that's the case, Venason nodded slightly understandingly, vaguely understanding the logic.

A bit like a gardener, you can reap the fruits of hard work.

Immediately, he was in a good mood and turned his gaze back to the illusory flame, and his heart moved, trying to pass on the "answer" outlined in his mind through the connection of Yahmon.

"I received it, say what you want at the next meeting......"

.........

Hutton Marr, Castellton!

The cascading sound of the illusory seemed to have traveled through time and space, through eternity, and the gray and white sea in front of him was waving and undulating, and a distorted and blurred figure stood in the deepest part, wearing a black hooded robe, and his voice constantly echoed in the empty room.

"I received it, say your wish at the next meeting......"

......

Lilith. Moore knelt in front of two candles, clasped his hands on his chin, and prayed reverently, when suddenly an eerie picture appeared in his mind.

A figure in a black hooded robe, standing in a place where countless streamers flickered, spoke to himself over and over again.

She knew very well that the person in her mind was the old days, the mysterious old days that perched high above the gray waters!

"I've just finished the sacrifice, and it's not been five minutes before I have a response?" Lilith, who quickly adjusted her state, calmly analyzed.

She had never prayed to the sleeping and crimson gods in the past, but Archbishop Ruskin of the church said that I was always favored by God, and that I was almost as favored by God!

I do not deny the authority of Archbishop Ruskin, nor do I think that he would deceive me as a little girl, but the silent response of the sleeping and crimson god has never been as powerful as that of Mr. Old...... Lilith took a breath and exhaled slowly.

.........

Faslangka, 6 Mink Street, 2nd floor of a single-family house.

Crimson casts out of the convex belly window, all kinds of phantoms shattering like glass, and he sinks through the gray water, and finally sees the real world, the desk in his bedroom, the elm mirror, and the coat rack.

Returning from the old royal court, looking out the window at the two crimson moons, the full moons, one large and one small, seemed to be more pure, bright, and charming than ever.

In addition, even the smoky black smoke coming from the chimney in the distance, and the gray-haired rats that quickly escaped on the street were very clear......

Venason breathed heavily, letting the world in front of him flow in his eyes, and he vaguely guessed that some kind of abnormality had happened in his eyes!

Night vision, night vision as described in transcendentalism!

Although the Sequence Pathway 9 Spiritual Master has excellent perception and mental power, he should not have night vision, right?

Wait, is it the awakening of the core power that feeds back?

Gorot said that 100 ancient gold coins can awaken one hundredth, and in addition to the tentacles that are stored in the spirit body, they also come with night vision...... Wouldn't that be too foul?

After a moment's thought, Venason closed the curtains, grabbed a white quill, and began to write again in his journal.

"There is a great core power buried in the deepest part of the city of Lalaye, and every awakening will feed back to the awakener, so as to obtain strange abilities beyond its own sequence."

"This is mainly due to the extraordinary power of ancient gold coins, but in order to fully awaken the core, we need to find more ancient gold coins and use them to break the shackles."

"For now, there have been no terrible side effects of similar pollution after awakening, but the depths of Lalaye City are still full of confusion, and perhaps there is an even more terrifying core power buried there. It's all just a matter of exploring slowly......"

After writing it, he read it over and over again, and after confirming that it was okay, he tore up the notes that he had written silently, released the flames with spiritual friction, burned the paper clean, and rewrote the word "awakening" on a new page.

If you only write keywords, even if you are discovered, you should not be able to think of anything......

As time passed, Venason gathered his thoughts, and after moving his cervical spine a little, he stood up and looked at the black rectangular suitcase in the doorway, which Erin had brought up after dinner.

"I'm going to leave this place tomorrow and go to St. Hornavich University, Mr. Joseph is right, the root of the target is myself, I leave early, I'll be a kind of protection for Irene, Mies, and Gropius."

.........

The town of your, Leithier Farm!

Heavy dark clouds swirled in the air, the crimson moon was obscured by clouds, and there was only a faint glimmer in the potato sand.

Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with a slight fishy smell blew, and two figures rushed forward and backward in the darkness.

At the forefront of the run was the shirtless Femabaha with a naked female angel tattooed on his chest, his slightly messy hair completely blown back by the wind, and his facial expression was twisted and hideous.

Femabah was so fast that he almost swished through the sand, but even so, he could not escape his pursuers.

Damn, which sequence is the monster?

Whew-

In an instant, a silver-white streak condensed and scraped out from the void on the left side of the shirtless middle-aged man.

Click, click, click!

The nearby weeds were instantly cut off at waist level and flew into the air, and Femabah's body was also like a weed at this moment, involuntarily thrown out a few meters, and fell to the ground, red blood stains quickly stained the ground, and a wound deep to the spine appeared on his waist.

The pain of the cut hit instantly, he looked down at the wound on his waist, and then his face turned hideous, his eyes seemed to have a real flame burning in it, and the next second he spat out an ancient Hermetian language from his throat.

"Fanatic!"

As the two roots were shouted, Femabah seemed to forget the bloody wound on his waist, staring at the blurred black shadow that rushed towards him from the darkness, and his red eyes burst out with extreme malice, without concealment or suppression.

"Lotus! Lotus! Whoever you are, tonight is bound to pay. ”

"A mouse is a mouse."

With the creaking sound of high heels sticking into the sand, a woman carrying a long dark brown leather suitcase slowly walked out of the darkness.

This lady looks about 1.65 meters, wearing a very delicate retro mattress skirt on her upper body and pure white Rudal high-heeled boots on her feet.

Her long black forest-like hair is lazily draped around her waist, and her small and delicate nose is perched with a pair of one-sided glasses, like a person coming out of an old castle.

Stranger......

Almost instantly, Femabaha suddenly raised his right hand, and the naked angel on his chest turned into a colorful python wrapped around his arm, aiming at the other party viciously.

"Filth!"

In the silence, a force carrying pain, disease, plague, decay and other forces erupted, quickly outlining a bronze gate full of mysterious patterns and indescribable taste.

Suddenly, the gate erupted with an endless illusory coldness, and spread rapidly in all directions, and in an instant, the sand was covered with a thin layer of white ice!

"Summoning the Door of Sacrifice projection, has it started burning souls at the expense?"

The lady with a brown suitcase and monocles stared at the bronze gate and said casually, as if it were just a trivial matter.

"You forced me, you forced me."

Femabaha staggered back, and at this time, on his back, a twisted and wriggling illusory black snake had crawled, constantly sucking the spirit, causing the wrinkles on his face to deepen rapidly, and the messy hair withered most of it, and kept falling down.

"Die! Haha, you give me death! ”

At this moment, Femabah was completely vicious and crazy, and he pushed the door with his hands, as if he had exhausted all his strength, before pushing the door through a gap!

Inside the gap, naked figures full of lust or restraint rushed to the crack in the door, screaming, crying, shrriering, and slapping the bronze door with their slippery tentacles that were so distorted that they couldn't be recognized, trying to escape from inside.

"Hahaha... Hahaha, do you see? This is the power of God! ”

The illusory black snake began to swell and solidify, almost entangling his body, a sign that his thoughts were completely controlled by desire.

"Contaminated by forcibly borrowed power?" The woman chuckled.

"Dirty...... Filth! ”

Femabaha laughed frantically, his blood spitting out, his arm slamming down, and the moment his palm touched the ground, the sand and potato rhizomes hidden in the ground rotted and spread rapidly.

That's why I hate rats.

The monocle-clad lady muttered to herself casually, carrying the brown suitcase, and remained motionless, letting the rotten wrap go.

At that moment, a huge pale head full of crystals stretched out from the decaying sand, and it opened its mouthparts full of evil organs and bit precisely at the woman's ankle.

Syllable!

The woman raised her eyes slightly and glanced at it, then turned her body slightly, raised her heel to condense the light, and kicked hard, directly kicking the heavenly spirit cover of the head to pieces, and at the broken mouth, the maggots with white flowers scrambled outward.

"It's over!"

Sou! Sou! Sou!

As soon as the words fell, a thin and sharp sound of breaking the air came from the void!

Hearing the oncoming voice, Femabaha subconsciously retracted his arm that was not strong, and rolled back continuously.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Almost instantly, the ground was filled with sand, leaving clear and deep gaps.

"Blade...... Demigod ...... in Sequence 5 You're from that family......"

Femabach's frantic expression froze instantly, and even the distortion of the pollution slowed down considerably.

At the same time, the naked female angel in front of his chest began to shed his skin in the dim moonlight, and the white feathered wings on his back evolved into chapped bones.

Boom –

Another silver-white light like a bright moon flashed without warning, carrying a flickering thunder, growing larger and larger, and the next second a layer of hot blood splattered in the sky, and a layer of writhing intestines and stomach bags full of worms.

Femabaha stared blankly ahead, not noticing that his abdomen was empty, he only felt that his breath was a little difficult, as if a fishy cool breeze was constantly pouring into it.