The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 1417

It was an old man with long beards and dressed casually. Although his clothes were a little messy, they were clean without any stains. He held a magic book in his hand, and muttered nervously, It's hard to hear what he's saying.

"Michel de Nostrodamm!"

Alighieri Dante yelled in a low voice, and frowned at the crazy prophet. Although most of the prophets looked like this, it was indeed unacceptable to normal people.

Nostradamus' real name was Michel de Nostrodamus. After he became a prophet, he changed his name to fit this most difficult and obscure magic.

And the book in his hand is the original book of magic that he named "The Centuries". The secret to counterbalance.

After receiving Dante's slap in the face, Nostradamus finally became sober, his cloudy eyes that seemed to be able to see the future became clear, he looked at Dante and Patchouli, and said with a slightly apologetic smile: "... …Sorry, Mister Dante, Miss Patchouli, I was the one to be rude."

Paqiuli has long been used to Nostradamus' madness, she didn't take it seriously, but asked her own question out of concern, "...Mr. Nostradamus, what did you mean just now? "

The feeling that the King of the Red Moon brought to Patchouli is too deep, or anyone who has met him will not be able to forget him, it is like a drug that attracts people to explore him, Nico After Mr. La came back, he also fell into this kind of inexplicable irritability.

The other magicians tested the two of them, and there was no sign of being charmed by magic, just like the Red Moon King himself, who would drive people into madness as long as they were seen.

Hearing Paqiuli's question, Nostradamus put his eyes on her body, then he was taken aback for a moment, and said in disbelief: "...don't move, Miss Paqiuli, let me see, let me Let me see... How is it possible, Miss Paqiuli, why do you have a fateful connection with that 'transcendent'?! No, no, no, this is wrong, it shouldn't be."

Nostradamus seemed to see something in his eyes that could see through the future, he shook his head frantically and refused.

Just when Paqiuli and Dante both frowned and wanted to interrupt him, the prophet regained his composure and said: "...my prophecy was covered by the power of the 'King of Terror' when it came. , but I can clearly see the major historical events before this. I can see the great war that will sweep the world four hundred years later, and I can see that humans have invented weapons to destroy the world, but... but... I can't see As for the figure of the existence called the King of the Red Moon, even though he is clearly active in this era, there is still no such person in my prophecy."

Nostradamus muttered again, his face full of disbelief, "...do you know what this means? Everyone has their own destiny, but the 'existence' that brings the ominous moon has no There is no fate at all. I prophesied him alone, and there is only one thing I can get, that is, he does not belong to this world, he is neither in heaven nor in hell, and he is a "transcendent" beyond all these! Doomed, no, it should be said that everything in this world is about to perish, he is the same existence as the 'King of Terror', the Judgment Day has come, this means that even the God who executes the judgment will be 'judged' day!"

Nostradamus trembled, but the fear in his tone was so obvious.

Dante and Patchouli looked at each other, they shook their heads at the same time, and said to him: "...Mr. Nostradamus, I think you need to rest first."

"No, no, no! You don't understand, you won't understand the prophecy! All resistance is futile! But... But, I know that he has all the knowledge in the world, if, if I can see that knowledge, Even if I die tomorrow, I am willing!"

Nostradamus looked like an oriental seeker who could die after hearing the Tao, bringing magic to this profession's thirst for knowledge.

"Forget it, let me be more realistic than worrying about this incomprehensible existence."

This crazy old man scratched his beard, feeling a little lost, he ignored Dante and Patchouli, turned his head and wanted to leave.

Just as he was about to leave the underground library, he suddenly stood at the door and said: "... Tomorrow is the day when we get together every year, and the fifteen-day exchange conference is about to start, but I want to remind you, Mr. Dante! A person who disturbs fate is rushing here, I can feel the power of her fate, but fortunately, that power of fate is still dormant so that I can predict it in advance, please make all preparations!"

He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "...The turning point of fate is coming, whether it will be prosperous or decline, maybe it will be decided."

Leaving some confusing prophecy, he shook his head and left with a sigh.

The library fell silent again, only the dim candles burning.

"Mr. Dante, are Mr. Nostradamus' words... credible?"

Paqiuli was worried and felt an unprecedented fear in her heart. This fear came from the unknown, especially after Nostradamus said that she would have a fateful connection with the Red Moon King.

If possible, the young magician really doesn't want to have any contact with that unknown 'existence'.

"Although he is a little crazy, the prophecies he has said so far have never been fulfilled."

Dante sighed. He glanced at Paqiuli, shook his head and said, "...I'll go and make preparations just in case. Paqi, you... don't worry too much."

After thinking about it, the old man didn't say anything, because even he couldn't understand these things.

"I see, Mister Dante."

Paqiuli Noreki stared at the dark library, her expression fluctuating, she covered her mouth with her pale hands and coughed from time to time, she was as delicate as a sick child.

Chapter 0123 Red Devils Never Sleep

On the edge of the dark and dense forest, there is a towering mountain, with a river running into the distance at the foot, and at the junction of the strange rocks and the forest, there is a huge old castle that is almost the same color as the mountain stone.

The appearance of the castle is vicissitudes and has a history of hundreds of years. It is integrated with the whole mountain, and it is impossible to distinguish each other from a distance. There are a lot of magic traps in the castle and its surroundings. There are countless blindfolds done with magic.

These spells and the surrounding natural environment prevent the church and ordinary people from entering. Even if the church knows that the base camp of these magicians is in this forest, they cannot know the specific location. The magicians pose a threat, but if you do that, you will also suffer heavy losses while breaking the hundreds of years of management of those magicians, and the magicians are usually scattered throughout Europa, and it is impossible to catch them all. Completely wiped out, the idea of ​​completely wiped out this base camp, the church has never really implemented it.

The castle looks scary on the outside, but the lights inside are bright. No normal human being likes a gloomy place, even the magicians who have been compared to demons by the church.

People coming and going shuttle in the hall of the ancient castle. Different from the magicians who are wary of each other in the moon world, the magicians here make solidarity and mutual assistance their main task because of the common enemy and the common harsh living environment. Thought, taking advantage of this annual grand gathering, they gather in twos and threes to communicate, discuss the latest research results, and hope to get knowledge that can help themselves from others.

There are countless delicacies and fine wines in the hall, but few magicians will enjoy them. For them, these things are not precious, and only knowledge is the real treasure.

There are Petrarch and Giovanni, who are as old as Dante, and Buonarroti and Sansi, who have only recently become famous. Countless magicians gather here. They are usually sculptors, or Painters, or poets, or architects, or musicians, or soldiers, or politicians, if this force is gathered together, it is indeed a behemoth that can shake the foundation of church rule, but these loose magicians But they lack a person who can really lead them. They are proud that they will never really be convinced to anyone. Just because they know this, Dante, who is the most prestigious, has no idea of ​​​​unifying them, because it is just his own. Take its shame.

Paqiuli shuttled through the crowd, and those young and old magicians all nodded to her. As the Noreki clan, Paqiuli, who symbolizes knowledge, can be said to have been protected by them all the time.

Today is the first day of the party, and there will be a few days of communication time after that, the hall will soon be quiet, important things must be announced in advance, and personal issues can be resolved later, so on the first day, The most prestigious Dante will announce the major events that have happened this year, and announce the predictions of the prophets about the future movements of the church, so that these magicians can prepare in advance.

Under the gaze of everyone, Dante, who was wearing a red robe and looked like a priest, walked slowly into the hall with the "Divine Comedy" in his hand. He walked to the front of the high platform and glanced at the crowd below. The envoys stood casually, and there was no neatness at all, but the aura emanating from them was more dignified than that of the army.

"As usual, I won't waste everyone's communication time..."

"I know what everyone has been most concerned about in the past ten years. One is the King of the Red Moon who suddenly appeared, and the other is Count Dracula who lost the war with the church not long ago. The matter of the King of the Red Moon will be handled by Nocha Mr. Damas explained, and Dracula..."

After Dante paused in his slow tone, he said solemnly: "... at the place where he was executed, the lives of millions of people were swallowed up. According to Mr. Machiavelli who went there to transfer, Count Dracula may have turned into a vampire, the same as the king of weirdness, the highest vampire! We don't know anything about his abilities for the time being, so please pay more attention and be careful if you encounter him. And in Before that, I'm afraid we have to welcome the guests who will come here as predicted by Nostradamus..."

As soon as Dante's calm voice fell, he heard a huge explosion far away from the castle. The whole castle shook, dust was sprinkled on the ceiling, and the lights in the hall were flickering, but most of the The magicians were very calm, without a trace of fear.

The strength of these magicians may be greatly reduced in the encounter battle, but if it is the current positional warfare, and it is still in the positional warfare of their own lair, these magicians have never been afraid of anything, and here they can completely play a more powerful role than usual. Several times the strength.

Under the influence of magic, the walls of the castle rippled and became transparent, allowing everyone to see what happened in the dark forest outside the castle.

Suddenly, a red cross that broke through the sky illuminated the entire starry sky, completely covering the bright moon and stars in the sky, only the deep red reflected everything, as if dyed the sky with blood, the huge cross lingered for a long time, and there was a terrifying sound Breaking through the sky with the huge magic power, the flame that burned the world burned and exploded from the depths of the forest like a supernova, and the fire that burned the world tree burned the forest with countless magic blessings.

This time, even Dante became serious, and the other magicians were also agitated, because the strength of the enemy seemed to be beyond imagination.

But soon, they calmed down their agitation. If it was just that, it would be easy for them to deal with.

——

"Sakuya, what do you think?"

Remilia Scarlet, who dyed the sky and the earth blood-red, and brought the city of the Red Devils that never sleeps to the world, accomplished all of this. Standing on the top of a huge ancient tree, she looked at the distant In the ancient castle, the bright red young moon is holding Gungnir, and the blood all over the world has become a huge curtain for her upcoming performance.

"You are as beautiful as the red moon that day, my eldest lady!"

Standing behind Remilia, Sakuya Izayo raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and bent down respectfully to praise her.

"It's a matter of course, because I'm the eternally red young moon, Remilia Scarlet! I've seen their fate!"

She closed one eye and proudly proclaimed her name.

All the magic and illusions are useless under her violent cracking, and the castle where the magicians gather is already in her pocket!

After leaving the Scarlet Devil's Mansion, Remilia, who was completely in a state of war, no longer had the usual cuteness. Now she is the devil who is at the apex and controls her destiny!