Chapter 974 Shocking Change (Thanks to the Leader of Cang Amber)

Hell, the zone of silence, the land of nothing.

In the stone chamber where silence had returned, several dark figures quietly looked down at the broken sarcophagus and the incomplete body inside.

It lost all its moisture and turned into a rickety and shriveled corpse.

Most of them have disintegrated into dust.

Only inside the cracked head, in the darkness, there was a faint flash of light.

With the sound of the door slamming open, Mathers walked in slowly with a cane, his steps staggering a little, and the huge gaping hole in his chest had not yet been completely repaired.

Seeing Woodman's body, he hesitated for a moment.

"Really dead?"

"If Vitali attacks you like this, you'll be disabled even if you don't die, right?"

Yeats shrugged, "Even if I can still survive, don't think about making trouble with the remaining strength... I have to run far away, otherwise if I am caught by the old man, I will probably have to accompany Woodman. "

"Are we going to search for traces of the Mirror of Day and Night?" Mathers asked: "After breaking away from the Russian Union pedigree, Russell doesn't know where he will hide it...it may not be easy to find."

"His backup is still there. Vitali can't kill him, so he can only imprison him."

Between several dark figures, a low voice suddenly sounded. It was a cry from the land of nothing: "Let him be quiet for a while first, so as not to worry about running around every day and watching." Very disturbing."

The voice said: "The next step is the war of all realms. I will find an opportunity to destroy the Mirror of Day and Night."

Mathers shrugged helplessly.

As of now, that's all.

No one expected that someone could secretly awaken the Mirror of Day and Night that had been dormant for so many years. Nor did they expect that Woodman, the weirdest among them, would capsize twice in a row in a ditch called Huaishi.

Forget it the first time, but the second time people will disappear...

Now as a meme virus, Woodman can travel and manifest between the present, the border and hell at will. With the memes left in many people and classics, it can be said that he is everywhere. Even if he kills all the people who have been implanted with memes, he can spread them again as long as he spreads some classics.

It can be said that there are no weaknesses.

As a result, all the memes are still there, but the 'server' representing Woodman's consciousness was pulled away on a cart by a guy who was repairing the air conditioner at the door.

By the time they reacted, the server had already been moved home by an old man who collected scraps to amuse his grandson.

Out of reach.

The bleakest thing in the world is this.

After all, who could have imagined that Russell, who seemed frustrated in the past, would be so violent after suddenly taking a shot of chicken blood?

It was as if one day the daughter of the God of War, who was sold into a brothel, suddenly punched out the 100,000 soldiers who came to help her boost her performance.

Sorry, I was pretending.

I have been waiting for this day for seventy years...

In the blink of an eye, the old hen turns into a duck, and even the version is different.

Where can people find excuses for this?

Nowadays, no one will regard Russell as a clown who overestimates his abilities, just like no one regards the Sword of Disaster as a real cowherd who sells his face.

The reconstruction of the heavenly lineage is almost a foregone conclusion.

For Golden Dawn, this is no longer a scabies disease, but an out-and-out serious problem.

Also as remnants of the Utopia...their fate has been decided, and they will fight each other until death.

It can be foreseen that in the next war of all realms, there will be many times of arm-wrestling between the two sides.

Everyone must be prepared.

Mathers thought for a moment and then asked: "Woodman is gone, what will happen to the part of the plan he was responsible for?"

"Leave it to Edward Witt." said the voice. "How about Bennett assisting when necessary?"

The evil enlightened man holding the Buddha beads slowly nodded and had no objection.

"This is my first time doing the job of a messenger."

The solidifier named Edward sighed and put on his cloak: "I will try my best, but it is best not to expect a great job from a temporary worker."

"Just do your best," the voice said, "but with every effort, there is a result."

"I try my best."

Edward's expression became more and more helpless. Although he was reluctant, he turned and left without saying anything more.

"Where is the heretic king?"

Bennett asked: "How's the injury?"

"I am resting in the nectar pool. I have damaged my roots, but there are no serious consequences." The voice said, "I am just resting for a while."

"Time is of the essence, and everyone needs to do their duty during this period."

"Double the hardship, double the hard work."

Quoting Shakespeare's lines, Mathers sighed, "Who would have thought that you would have to work overtime in hell?"

The impromptu meeting ends here.

When those figures gradually left, Mathers remained there, holding on to his cane.

In the long silence, no words were spoken.

Quietly looking at the tragic appearance of his companion, he waved his hand and sealed his body in a sarcophagus again for the future.

"Wescott, are you still there?"

he asked suddenly.

"I am here."

The voice of the land of nothingness came again.

The voice of the ruler, who had long been integrated with this moving reality, once again lowered his voice, eternally calm: "What's going on?"

"Is the last message Woodman sent back true?"

Mathers asked seriously: "Is the Book of Destiny really not in the Ivory Tower?"

"No, that's Russell's lie."

Westcott replied: "After receiving the news, I have launched the "Dead Sea Script" again and got accurate results - the Book of Destiny is indeed correct in the Tower of Ivory.

Woodman was deceived, which was a trap carefully prepared by Russell for us - I even suspect that Russell may have been recognized by the Book of Destiny. "

Mathers' expression suddenly changed: "What are the possibilities?"

"More than 80 percent."

Westcott said categorically: "The remaining 20% ​​is due to current intelligence limitations, and other reasons cannot be ruled out, but no matter what, the Book of Destiny is under his control."

Mathers became increasingly incomprehensible and asked, "But why did he lie?"

"Because he likes it."

Westcott said: "How do you know what he is thinking? For an opponent like Russell, no matter what he says or what he does, it may be an illusion and a lie. He can't even realize his true advancement." There is no point in hiding it and trying to trace the cause.

You just have to do what you should do. "

"No matter what he says, it can't change our plan." Westcott said: "This is the best way to deal with him."

"But since he has mastered the Book of Destiny..."

Mathers's expression gradually darkened, and he could no longer escape this possibility.

Putting aside the huge power of the Book of Destiny itself to modify events, what is even more terrible is that the correction value once inherited by the Utopia is more than 400%!

That is the great result of saving the whole world from hell four times!

Today, although the Utopia is no longer there, the countless achievements it left behind are still creating more and more changes.

The correction value may continue to rise.

If Russell can really rebuild the pedigree of the Kingdom of Heaven, or even... complete the reconstruction of the Utopia, then the power he will gain will be even more terrifying!

"By then, guys like us will probably be nothing more than chickens and dogs to him, right?"

Mathers said coldly.

"so what?"

Westcott asked: "So we have to make a big mistake? Or should we pay a huge price at all costs to annihilate him before he succeeds?

The existence of the Utopia is nothing more than our past, not worth mentioning, and cannot change what will happen in the future. "

Westcott said coldly: "Mathes, everyone in the outside world thinks that it was the three of us who created the Golden Dawn, but you should know who is the real creator of the Golden Dawn——

Our existence is the choice of this world, and Russell cannot prevent that ending from coming. "

Mathers' palm trembled slightly and he tightened his grip on the cane.

Westcott, Mathers, Woodman.

It is true that the three of them are important organizers and leaders in the Golden Dawn, and they all play an irreplaceable role.

But in the past seventy years, no matter who it is, I am afraid that no one can think of who is the culprit behind the destruction of the Utopia and the real initiator of this evil result.

Maybe Russell has guessed something, but Russell will never publicize it to the outside world.

No one will believe that the emergence of the Golden Dawn comes from the Utopia, no, it comes from the will of the Astronomical Society.

It comes from the person who really led them on this path. After assisting and promoting them, covering up all traces, and then sitting back and watching the consequences be irreparable...

The president of the previous generation of Astronomical Society!

"Wake up Aleister, Mathers."

Westcott said calmly: "After being silent for so long, we should make a difference, and it's time for the current situation to witness our masterpiece."

After a brief silence, Mathers nodded silently.

From the depths of the land of nothingness, a profound sound came.

The bell rings.

A pair of pale eyes raised.

The look of hell emerges.

When you go there, you transfer through the Rainbow Bridge. When you come back, it's not that convenient. You have to rely on transportation.

Thanks to Raymond's helicopter, otherwise Huaishi would have to take the students on a sled.

It took four hours to go to Iceland, transfer through the border, and then take flights and trains. It took most of a day to finally return to the Ivory Tower.

All you see is devastation.

After the disaster, almost all the buildings in the Ivory Tower were damaged to varying degrees. Except for the School of Architecture, who couldn't stop being happy, everyone else was cursing.

After counting the disaster losses and repair costs, the vice principal's face became frighteningly ugly. It will take at least half a month to restore the original state, and dealing with the follow-up matters will be extremely troublesome.

The most important thing is that that guy Bennett actually ran away...

What a disgrace.

The saddest thing is...he still can't do anything.

being targeted.

As one of the signatures of the Ivory Tower, he is the most capable person on the surface, even better than Russell. Moreover, he is also a time stigmata like Kronos, and he once had the identity of a doomsday guard.

Whoever wants to deal with the Ivory Tower must be the first to deal with it.

Russell's priority was not higher than his.

Otherwise, once he loads the file, everything will stop.

At least 50% of all the resources consumed by the Golden Dawn raid were spent on him, and the other 50%... were blown up by Russell and the old campus.

It can only be said that the character is too strong and has been unanimously targeted by other players.

No gaming experience at all.

Despite this, after seeing Huai Shi, he still managed to squeeze out a smile... and he looked even more intimidating.

"Let's go and rest first. We'll talk about more things at the celebration party tomorrow."

After asking a few questions about the situation, Isaac nodded with a rare expression of satisfaction and comforted him: "Your family is fine. Mr. Krishna immediately hid your family in the Bhagavad Gita."

"That's good." Huai Shi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he contacted Uncle Fang as soon as possible after changing his mobile phone to make sure everything was okay, the old man's unclear words always made Huaishi a little uneasy.

If he had known that Russell was so big, he wouldn't have moved the Stone Pulp Hall back to the Ivory Tower before he left.

This saves the old man from being frightened by him.

Even if Uncle Fang is fine, what should he do if his collection of games and consoles have been poisoned by the Golden Dawn?

When she learned that the dormitory area was still being inspected and repaired, Huai Shi simply took the students home.

"You guys can stay here for the next few days, just in time for Aniya to have a taste of Uncle Fang's craftsmanship."

He walked ahead carrying large and small bags, pushed open the courtyard door, passed through the courtyard and flower beds that Uncle Fang carefully maintained, and dropped the bag at the door. Looking at the familiar scene, he felt like he had returned home. Feeling of relaxation.

The cabin in the forest behind was even more familiar with the road, and he poked his head towards the kitchen: "Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, I'm back. Is there anything to eat... I'll get it myself."

"Eh? The teacher's house is well decorated." Anna looked around curiously: "I thought it was the kind where you live in a single dormitory and eat instant noodles..."

She paused for a moment, then her smile turned curious and weird: "Did he raise a woman?"

"Aniya, don't be too big or too small."

Yuan Yuan knocked on her head and said, "The teacher is still single."

"Ah this..." the girl was dumbfounded, "it sounds even worse."

Huai Shi rubbed her hair angrily, not bothering to talk nonsense to her. After hanging her coat on the hanger, she walked to the living room. She just wanted to lie down on the sofa and soak up the sun and sleep.

But just in front of the hall, I saw the old man winking at me, with a complicated and anxious expression, as if he saw a fire in the backyard but couldn't speak.

I've never seen him look so anxious...

"Are you okay, Uncle Fang, are you feeling unwell?" Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then quickened her pace.

But before he had taken a few steps, he heard a familiar game melody coming from the TV in the living room, as if someone had turned on Huaishi's console and was playing games while he was away.

But Uncle Fang never touches that thing. He usually watches documentary channels and Almighty Decoration King...

Or should I say, some idiot touched my save while I was away?

Huai Shi suddenly became angry, rolled up her sleeves and rushed into the living room.

Then, he froze in place.

petrochemical.

The afternoon sun fell in from the window, reflecting the golden light on the long black hair.

On the sofa, the little girl holding the handle was staring at the TV screen with concentration.

He seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old.

The black dress is delicate and cute.

Two slender and slender calves stretched out from under the skirt and were placed on the coffee table. As she hummed happily, her toes flexed slightly.

When she heard Huai Shi's voice, she pressed pause and slowly turned back.

Ling Huaishi almost screamed.

That young and beautiful face seems to have an eternal smile and mysterious magic power, which is intoxicating. You can't see the solemnity and grace of the past. What is revealed at this moment is the cuteness and naughtiness of a girl.

His smart eyes blinked.

Looking at Huai Shi's dull look, it was as if she knew what he was thinking...

The smile is smug and cheerful.

Huai Shi almost forgot to breathe.

Instead of being captured by this smile that was incomparable to all the treasures in the world, I felt an unprecedented chill and the crisis of death.

Wait, no!

Huai Shi was shocked and opened his hands to stop him.

But, it's too late.

Because a voice full of surprise has sounded.

Overflowing with happiness and innocence, the girl in the black dress smiled and opened her mouth to call:

"Dad, you're back~"