Dialogue, Sacrifice......

The two words combined represent the truth behind the world and the history that was deliberately concealed, and Sittson subconsciously looked at the main screen that was still doing his personal live broadcast, and he didn't know what was in mind, and his breathing began to become heavy.

Based on the historical texts of various countries, including the study of the myths of various countries.

The name Old Gods does not refer to just one, but to a race.

Each country has different legends, but in his country, legend has it that an ancient god created humans out of his own body.

But in any case, this painful sacrifice has been carried out since the beginning of human wisdom.

For tens of thousands of years, the entire human race has suffered greatly, and it is not that there has been no attempt to have a dialogue with the ancient gods for a long time.

But in the histories he had seen, which were only recorded in texts.

There are only two words to describe it, and that is death and tragedy.

Without exception, all those who tried to talk died.

At the same time, humanity has to bear the price of trying to talk, the punishment and wrath of the old gods.

In a word, the Old Gods are the creators of humanity and at the same time the teachers of humanity.

Human beings are not qualified to let the ancient gods do anything, some only speak to the ancient gods, and humans listen to orders.

Yes, in several attempts, there have been several crises of extinction of human beings, and the number is not one in ten.

According to textual history, humans once tried to rebel against the Old Gods, but found that any means prepared were extremely small in front of the Old Gods.

Eventually, it was on the verge of extinction, just like the century of the dinosaurs.

It was an ancient god in the legend, the true creator of mankind, who sacrificed himself to let mankind save a little fire.

The name of that old god was Prometheus.

There was a lot of confusion in his mind, all kinds of secret texts that he had read flashed, and Sittson didn't know what to say for a while, the only thing he could feel was fear.

He looked down at his right hand on the table.

His right hand was trembling at a tiny frequency.

"Are you scared?"

As the Authority's presiding officer, Hadley saw what Sittson's whole behavior meant.

"Yes, I'm scared."

Sittson nodded and said, "Hadley, this matter is dangerous, and once again, there is no one in us humans who can save it." ”

At this moment, the staff below let out an exclamation.

The two of them looked at the home screen in sync.

An earth-shattering scene is taking place there.

A king cobra, almost 20 meters long and as thick as a century-old tree, was crashing down everything it touched, such as planting trees, and rushing towards the RV at a very alarming speed.

When it stood up high and threw itself at the stopped RV with a bloody mouth that could swallow the entire RV.

"It's weird cute."

The young professor, who had just gotten out of the car and was carrying a large satchel, was still in a hurry to introduce him.

Sittson and Hadley's pupils reflect the image of the home screen.

The young professor still didn't make any moves, just walked slowly towards the hut they had deliberately created to attract the target cousin's purchase.

The first step fell, and the head of the biting king cobra was disconnected on the spot, and the section was smooth, as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

The second step fell, and the king cobra more than 20 meters long was instantly divided into dozens of pieces, and then was pushed aside by an unknown force, smashing to the ground and causing a lot of movement.

Simple.

But the strength of young professors is everywhere.

The murderous ghost holds the camera and follows it with his face licked like a good dog.

Then, the various monsters they unleashed also ran into the young professor head-on while they were one step behind the king cobra.

The living dead, clowns, giant ant swarms, vampires,

Including sheep's hooves, horns, sharp claws, hideous faces, and demons with lines all over the body,

There are also snowmen, mummies, such as the Nosphilatu of the skeleton sheep, the goblin little monster, the dancing elf Sugar Plum Fairy with a whole face full of sharp teeth, and the deep sea monster Fishman.

The appearance of such a large group of monsters is a spectacular scene.

They don't have to deal with young professors, but due to some kind of change, in the case of hating humans, there are some monsters and goblins that rush first.

The scene caught the attention of everyone in the command post.

Concentrate, don't dare to look away, blink.

Only Waitson looked at the young professor who suddenly smiled and muttered to himself.

"He seems to be nostalgic for ......"

In the next second, the sound of the horn drowned out his words.

"Since it's all together."

Yorkes looked at this large group of monsters, thought of a very classic picture he had seen in his previous life, a very classic gif, and smiled.

"Then it's all clear, it's my tribute to you."

After saying that, York's right hand flipped down, and when the group of monsters that charged first was about to rush in front of him, the unstoppable force suddenly exploded on him.

Substantial white energy replaced everything, and in an instant, the entire space, including the main screen, lit up.

"God ......"

There were staff members in the command post who were dumbfounded, staring at York, who was glowing and could emit a holy aura through the screen, and subconsciously covered his mouth, only feeling a little suspicious of life.

She didn't know what words to use to describe it, only the word God could make her know this person again, so that her three views would not collapse in an instant.

This picture alone can make her never forget it until she dies, and even explain it to her children, striving to pass it on from generation to generation.

"And the Lord said, Let there be light, and the world had light......"

Accompanied by this sentence, which was like muttering to himself, people couldn't help but worship the words.

The people in the command post could see that the monsters and ghosts that had just charged, including those who had not yet charged, were all running backwards.

They were so determined that they seemed to have been greatly damaged by the burn, and they screamed in pain as they scattered in all directions.

The seemingly ordinary light has become their poison.

But even more grandiose, spectacular power erupted from York's body again.

The dazzling but not dazzling white light swept the audience in an instant like a raging wave.

On the main screen, everyone can see the ripples that spread throughout the audience like an explosion.

They saw many monsters, ghosts that had been reduced to pieces in silence as the ripples swept by, and had vanished little by little, leaving no trace.

The whole space, the ripples of the torrent, like a monstrous flood, purified everything like a devastating and decaying, and nothing existed.

"Huh."

With this surprised resound, the screen of the main screen began to flip, and after being grabbed by a white and flawless hand, it stabilized again.

Then, the camera pans to a corner.

Everyone knew why this powerful professor made a surprised voice.

Far away, in a clean clearing.

There was a man with flames on his body who seemed to be burned, motionless.

He was tall, dressed in a black robe, with various saw blades inserted into his face, his hands on his chest, and a floating round ball.

Behind it, there were two traces of ashes, and the ashes fell little by little and finally disappeared.

Sittson and Hadley looked at each other, and they knew who this man was.

In the prison where they were held, there was a grading system, which determined the intensity of the sacrificial ritual, and after finding out the taste of the ancient gods through some means, they could set the strength of the sacrifice according to the strength and placement of the corresponding release items.

Such as a triggered book, or some prop.

And this person, who looks very much like a human being, is undoubtedly in the first echelon in terms of intensity.

Like the black-robed witch in front, she is very capable and has the strength to make the cage that can be approached and avoided one after another.

Sittson opened his mouth to name the monster, but before he could say it, what he was about to say was drowned out by the words that rang out from the loudspeaker.

"Hell Lord?"

Yorkes held the camera, stared at the legendary figure who was quite famous in his previous life, and smiled.

"Your power feels familiar to me."

The Helllord was covered in flames, but his face showed no expression, just staring at Yorks without saying a word.

The human being in front of him was incredibly strong, and the holy power that had just erupted consumed most of the dark power in its body in an instant.

And the dark forces that remain of resistance are being consumed.

"I remember."

Hearing this, the Hell Lord stared at the red and golden pupils that flashed in the eyes of the human in front of him, and finally had some expression on his indifferent face.

"Seems to be the power of this Leviathan?"

After saying this, Yorks stared at the hell lord who was burning more and more flames on his body, shook his head, and continued to walk in the direction of the forest hut.

Even if Leviathan came in person, he was not afraid, let alone a product of being under his influence.

After all, Leviathan is said to be a divine object created by God on the sixth day, and its original intention was only to use it as food for the salvation of the holy when the end of the world comes.

Known as the Seven Great Sovereigns of Hell, he is very strong, but as long as it involves God's, he will not be afraid.

Just because now, he began to think about his situation.

Without thinking about it, he must have had some connection to God, and it was deep, deep.

Because that other world is like a world deliberately arranged for him by God, so that he has the basic strength to travel through various worlds.

I don't know what the relationship is, but York thinks he will always know everything and what his relationship with God will be......

So under this premise, he is inflated, and maybe after he dies, the truth will appear instead.

Thinking about it in a mess, York let go of the camera's hand and controlled it with his telekinesis.

It's a pity that the ghost was also wiped out under the blow just now.

He could only continue to control the camera with his mental power and give a multi-camera live broadcast to the people in the basement.

As he walked away, the Hell Lord still didn't make any moves, but as he passed, he bowed his head slightly, and then disappeared.

Yorks habitually narrowed his eyes and continued walking, and with nothing in his way, he quickly came to the cabin in the Cabin in the Forest movie of his previous life.

In the wide clearing of the woods sits a wooden house, the roof covered with fallen leaves.

The light that penetrates through the gaps between the dense leaves of the surrounding woods shines on the wooden house, and it looks like an oil painting comes to life.

"No wonder Kurt's cousin was deliberately guided by the Authority to buy this wooden house."

York smiled, and the camera automatically shifted to his face.

Yorkes stared at the camera: "I know you're watching, do you want me to force you out, or do you want to continue?"

You can think about it, I'll only wait five minutes, force it or continue, it's up to you. ”

The voice fell, resounding in the command post underground, and York's upper body was reflected on the main screen.

Sittson let out a light breath and looked at Hadley.

Hadley also looked at it at this time.

Behind the two of them, the sight of all the staff.

The two looked at each other, and they were separated with a touch.

At this moment, a female staff member appeared on the secondary screen on one side.

Her expression was a little flustered.

"Report, Chief Hadley, there's an urgent matter to report to you......"

Hadley, who had just agreed with Sitson, was attracted by this sentence and looked at the sub-screen.

He deliberately pressed the bell switch in front of him to prevent the staff behind him from hearing it.

"What's the matter?"

In fact, now, it doesn't matter what is urgent.

"The Japanese ritual has failed!"

Hearing this, Hadley ignored the rest of the words and looked at the screen that slid out of the female staff member who informed the incident,

Inside, a group of cute Japanese schoolchildren are surrounding the evil spirits that are floating in the air and roaring, and they dispel the murderous evil spirits with innocent singing and love.

"Huh."

Looking at this extremely contrasting video, Hadley smiled bitterly:

"Sure enough, there is no choice."

He looked at Fitson, who was looking at him, and pressed a key on his keyboard to feed the video to the console in front of Seatson.

After reading it, Sittson also showed a wry smile and looked at the young professor who had already walked into the hut and was observing.

"Shall we go over to greet you?"

With the words of greeting, Waitson had already put his position, including the Authority, in the lower position.

Hadley didn't retort, just nodded.

"Good!"

…………………………………………

Bang!

One wall cracked automatically, and York, a little lazy, pinched his thumb on his index finger with a slight flick.

With its own strength, it forcibly ejected a wind pressure like a bullet.

Bang.

The position that acts as a camera explodes instantly, bursting with debris and sparks.

One after another, the wind pressure blew up the cameras.

Yorkes just passed the boring time, waiting for Hadley, Sittson, who had already appeared in the stereogram and came up through the elevator with a group of people.

It didn't take long.

As Yorks walked out of the hut with his satchel on his back, he saw Sittson, Hadley in front, and everyone standing in the back.

"Wait."

Looking at Hadley, who was obviously the biggest and one step slower, Yorkes smiled brightly and had only one word.

"The so-called Old Gods have woken up."

The moment the Authority came up to meet him, he seemed to have the qualifications to talk.

As the Authority members were visibly panicking, Yorks looked underground through psychic sympathy following the hazard sense.

"Roar! Roar! Roar ......"

A dull roar sounded, the sky changed dramatically, and the black clouds covered the entire sky at some point.

So much so that the light began to dim.

The whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness.

There was lightning and thunder in the air, and the roar contained boundless rage.

The earth trembled and crackled under this roar, and cracks like an abyss appeared and spread.

It seems that some behemoth underneath the ground is getting out of its trap and unleashing its boundless fury.

In York's eyes, a giant covered in molten lava streaks stood up from the massive lava throne and stared at him, the anger in his eyes threatening to burn him, including the entire world.

At this moment, distance and space are no longer restrictions and obstacles, and the line of sight of the two penetrates the endless boundaries, collides together, and looks at each other from afar.

"What? Don't agree with my negotiation plan? ”

Ignoring the giant's earth-shattering might and the anger in the giant's eyes, Yorks smiled indifferently.

Happy New Year's Day!

(End of chapter)