Chapter 1397 Prologue

The land of nothingness, the very center.

In the huge hall, the sound of sticky water continued to sound, and those low and numb sounds gathered together and turned into the sound of tide, as if to linger on the soul.

In mid-air, the mud that spread out from behind the door slowly squirmed.

Transformed into a huge sphere.

The gray-black mud flowed silently, turning into vague faces. When it opened and closed, the strange sounds sounded one after another, like words.

Messengers from the Dark Eye bring the leader's will.

Right in front of him, surrounded by the faint rainbow light, Westcott, the true host of the Land of Nothing and the leader of the Golden Dawn, listened silently.

After a long moment, he nodded slightly: "Please rest assured, Lord of Control, Golden Dawn's position will not waver, and we will naturally take action."

The strange sound sounded again from the mud.

"The existence of the Heavenly Lineage is indeed an eyesore, and Huai Shi has caused a lot of damage, but Russell is not someone who takes risks easily. I understand him. Perhaps, what we see is just his disguise.

With the current size of the Heavenly Kingdom pedigree, it would not be possible to place heavy bets on them so easily, and it was unrealistic to expect to eliminate them head-on on the battlefield. "

The voice became more and more irritable, as if questioning, and gradually became louder.

Westcott remained expressionless: "Of course, the Golden Dawn will not shirk its responsibilities, but the Dark Eye must also show sincerity.

You should know that what we want is not wealth or relics, but more souls. Weapons targeting the Great Mystery are still in the experimental stage, and the success rate cannot reach 100%.

I hope that the Dark Eye can understand the current situation and wait for a while... no, at least half a month. "

Silt is bargaining.

"A week? That's absolutely impossible. The testing work alone will take four days."

Westcott shook his head, but the mud made a sound again.

After a long while, the solidified person nodded slowly, "Then, it's settled."

The mud unfolded like a strange and deformed flower, and a strange limb stretched out, holding a scroll, which was left in mid-air. Immediately afterwards, the sticky sound of tide sounded again.

When the door opens, the mud shrinks and disappears as the door closes.

Only Westcott stared silently at the scroll in front of him for a long time, sneered, waved his hand, and threw the secret ritual provided by the Eye of Darkness into the void.

Mathers' figure emerged from behind him.

"What was the outcome of the negotiations?"

"The Eyes of Obscurity are no longer willing to wait any longer, and the arrow is on the string... In order to satisfy the hunger of the original rift, they need a lot of modifiers and souls, and they urgently need to gain more benefits from the war."

Westcott said: "They have already taken out sixteen disaster seeds..."

"Sixteen?"

Mathers was slightly startled.

Catastrophic species, behemoths cultivated by the Eye of Obscurity in the depths. Those alien species born from the Sea of ​​Chaos were continuously devoured over the long years, and finally turned into strange creatures that feed on hell.

Every time one appears between the depths, it will become a terrifying threat.

The destructive power is secondary, but the horror of pollution and vitality is staggering. Each one is a monster that can quickly divide and regenerate as long as it leaves behind residues. Wherever it passes, the pollution of the abyss cannot be dissipated even after hundreds of years.

Some people say that it is no ordinary creature, and may even be the incarnation of destruction formed by the remaining limb fragments of the [Primary Crack].

Just, sixteen?

"Is this number too exaggerated?" Mathers frowned.

"Perhaps even the skeletons that have fallen into the aging stage and the larvae in the growing stage are included." Westcott shook his head: "No matter what, they are bound to win this time."

"You want to place a bet?" Mathers asked.

"I'm still hesitating."

Westcott shook his head: "I need more time to think."

"There is no time." Mathers shook his head unhappily, "If we allow the situation to get out of control, we will completely lose the initiative."

Westcott remained calm: "Taking the initiative may not be a good thing. At least, until we see clearly the plan of the piper guy... I suspect that he deliberately allowed the situation to become like this."

"Why?"

"For more death? For more sacrifices to appear in the abyss? For his pleasure? Who knows."

Westcott said indifferently: "But it was his inaction that caused all of this, wasn't it? Or maybe he has already done something? It's just that we can't see clearly...

But no matter what, his purpose is definitely not that simple. "

"Don't forget our mission."

Mathers' voice became cold: "You have hesitated for too long, Westcott."

Being silent and thinking for too long, sitting and watching so many opportunities pass by, has made Mathers doubt whether Westcott is still the same as before and whether it has changed.

"I've made my decision, Mathers."

Westcott nodded with understanding: "No matter what, the top priority now is to expand the number of chosen ones. Since the reconstruction of the Heavenly Kingdom pedigree, our new blood has gradually become scarce.

Russell has become a serious problem for us, and his disciple... isn't it making us very worried now? "

Mathers was slightly startled.

"You want to fight back?"

"Counterattack? Counterattack to what? Counterattack against Huai Shi?"

Westcott's lips curved up with a trace of mockery: "Why not war, Mathers, isn't "The Birth of Tragedy" already prepared?

Maxims and Arrows is almost complete.

If Russell wants war, let's give him war. "

"Let everyone get ready."

He finally said: "When the Dark Eye attacks, we will attack the Ivory Tower again - let there be a showdown between the Golden Dawn and the Celestial Lineage. Between the two, who is the orthodoxy of the Utopia."

After a long moment of astonishment, Mathers finally came to his senses.

When an uncontrollable smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, his eyes lit up with a burning light like a flame.

Even with the naked eye, one can feel the anxious and busy atmosphere that has enveloped the land of Nothingness for the past few days. Everyone seems to be busy engaged in endless work.

A large number of chosen people are moving towards new positions one after another. Most of them are souls from the current situation, and some are carefully crafted products in the cultivation center.

The secret control groups and large-scale comparisons never stop. The iteration of the Chosen One has already begun, and has even been carried out more than once.

Under the careful care of the Golden Dawn, the Solidifiers representing the future are quietly growing.

War is approaching.

And even under surveillance, the Fool's gaze never ends.

No matter how busy they are, the unified consciousness from the Aleisters still devotes part of their energy to monitoring, covering the entire land of nothing.

I wish I could cover every inch of it.

Among them, the one who paid the most attention was undoubtedly Yeats who stayed behind closed doors.

"That guy is wasting his time every day."

Aleister, codenamed Judgment, pinched his chin, looked at the records in front of him, and asked doubtfully: "His true nature has been confirmed, does he still need so many resources to monitor?"

"I still have no intention of changing my judgment." The Fool replied calmly: "Yeats is a serious suspect and must be properly monitored."

In the huge screen projection, thousands of different perspectives completely cover important areas inside and outside the Nowhere Country, including dozens of suspects and other outsiders.

Everyone lives under the eyes of fools.

This kind of monitoring did not start yesterday, but has lasted for more than several months, even earlier than Huai Shi entered the abyss... But no matter what, the uneasiness and anxiety still linger.

No matter how many times you observe it.

"This guy is completely the same as before!" the hermit complained.

A fool is speechless.

Just stare.

And on the screen, Yeats was lying on the bed helplessly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Like a zombie.

never mind.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The current state and the Golden Dawn, hell and the abyss, etc., it doesn't matter anymore.

My heart is dead.

Since then, there has been no joy or sorrow...

Unfortunately, this peaceful situation that made everyone feel at ease only lasted for a day and a half. When Maude came to visit the next day... this guy was instantly resurrected with full health!

Resurrected!

She came to see me and she gave me the review report and notice.

Why is it her and not someone else?

What does this mean?

This shows that she has me in her heart! She cares about me!

She loves me!

"Hey Hey Hey."

Yeats held the pen and looked at the love letters piled on the table in front of him, "Maude, hey, my Maude..."

My mouth is almost watering!

In just two days, from dying to radiant, the contrast was so great that many of the chosen people who expressed sympathy felt ashamed and shocked.

I cried, I was so sad, eh, I pretended... I'm fine!

To some extent, this obsession is admirable.

It is simply doubtful that even if the entire abyss is destroyed, this guy might be able to survive by sucking Maud...

However, even so, the Fool's gaze never relaxed or wavered for a moment.

"I remember, I said, don't do these meaningless things again." Mathers reminded expressionlessly: "You should trust your companions."

"I will."

The Fool answered calmly, but the monitoring never stopped.

"But please allow me to continue until the transformation ceremony is over."

"Stop after the transformation ceremony is over?"

"Yes." The Fool nodded: "Before that, can you allow me to conduct a final test? Before the transformation ceremony begins."

"..."

Mathers was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly: "This is the last, Fool."

"I promise."

The Fool replied.

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The next day.

When the long preparations finally come to an end, in the middle of the land of nothing.

At the highest point of the Great Library, among the complicated mysteries, witnessed by many members of the Golden Dawn, Yeats stood in the center of the mysteries, accepting the final inspection from the Fool.

Under the reflection of the Mirror of Self-Discovery, Yeats's soul was scanned inch by inch in the most demanding way, identifying any breath coming from the present situation.

Even the engraved pendulum that sealed Huai Shi's blood showed no fluctuation at this moment.

When the final test results come back.

The Fool fell silent.

"Is it over, Fool?" Mathers asked.

"..."

The Fool said nothing, looking straight at Yeats in front of him. After a long moment, he took the initiative and took a step back: "It's over, Mr. Mathers."

Everything turned out normal.

In front of him was the genuine Yeats, without any falsehood. Even the most careful soul examination could not find any sign of manipulation.

Everything he did was of his own will.

All the memories were spread out in front of him, but he couldn't find any flaws.

But for some reason, more and more anxiety and confusion emerged in the heart of the unified consciousness. Even with repeated self-examinations and repeated monitoring, this uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.

"Hermit, strengthen the security of the land of nothing."

"Do you want to strengthen it further?"

"right."

The Fool nodded: "Monitor all places, and prepare the devil to take action when necessary..."

"What to do?" On the periphery, the hermit felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Kill Yeats."

Said the Fool.

The hermit hesitated to speak, and finally fell silent, said no more, and turned to leave.

And under everyone's gaze and witness, the energetic Yeats waved his arms towards the indifferent Maud in the distance and walked into the center of the secret ceremony.

"Are you ready, Yeats?" Mathers smiled.

Yeats nodded, kissed the unsent ring on his ring finger, and nodded.

Behind him, the thin and slender shadow danced with his movements, following him towards the world.

smiling.

So looking forward to it.

The moment he closed his eyes, the entire land of nothingness was enveloped by the mighty sound of bells.

Dazzling rays of light rose from the secret ceremony, and a large number of events were recorded under the auspices of alchemy, turning into a tide and completely engulfing Yeats.

The secret ritual of forging the soul begins at this moment!

Just under the Great Library, the surging source of matter is flowing between the matrices. After countless miracles and secret transformations, it slowly rises with a gorgeous glow.

poured into Yeats's body.

And as Yeats's body disintegrated, the essence of the matter-like spirit gradually condensed from the surging source material tide, and dazzling crystals emerged.

Step by step, solidification and transformation are ushered in.

Towards the soul, transform!

At this moment, the power of the entire land of Nothing is placed in the secret ritual. Under Mathers' control, it turns into miracles and disasters, and gradually merges into Yeats's consciousness.

Let the consciousness rise from the record and established track, get rid of the original restrictions, and transform into a brand new form.

Originally, it should be like this.

But five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, fifteen minutes have passed...

Endless source of essence poured into Yeats's consciousness, and a large number of events were recorded and absorbed by Yeats under the instinctive absorption. It was enough for ten events to transform their souls into it, but it was still not enough.

He was still swallowing.

Like a monster who doesn't know how to get enough...

"what happened?"

Mathers was sweating profusely and maintaining the secret ritual, unable to understand what was happening.

In the past, the ceremony should have ended much earlier, but what went wrong?

And just when he was working hard to maintain stability, he felt a sudden shock, an unprecedented impact emerging from the land of nothing.

The entire huge hell city was instantly shrouded in tremors, the buildings swayed, the walls cracked, and the earth wailed and cracks emerged.

A storm swept through.

"what happened?!"

Mathers turned around and roared: "What's going on! Fool, answer me!"

Even the Fool was stunned.

The palm that was raised to give the killing instructions was hovering in mid-air, and all the consciousness was focused on the detection mechanism, which was unbelievable.

Amid the continuous turmoil and tremors, he turned back stiffly.

"Abyssal Storm——"

During the Fool's observation, countless surging deep turbulences burst out from the bottom of the abyss, and something huge was rapidly rising up, rising from the infinite darkness.

A deep storm that had never been speculated or planned burst out from the bottom.

Holding up the behemoth forged by war.

A war fortress guarded by the mighty holy light.

【Conquer the Holy See】!

It was the war weapon of Elysium. The transmission that was once destroyed by the bombing of the Big Star Yinchen began again - since the Gospel Holy Seat, it was forged by collecting the fragments with the power of the rancher and pouring more solidified divinity. new ruler.

——Archangel·Conquest!

At the same time, the dazzling light that had been silent for a long time burst out again from the hell between the present and the abyss!

Countless chaotic rays of light and fluctuations of source material rise and fall one after another.

At this moment, under the rancher's will, the entire abyss was stirred again, as if boiling. And the Nowhere Country is just the unlucky guy affected by the aftermath.

"war."

The Fool murmured dully: "The Elysian Land has launched a war against the present state!"

Without warning, the original plan was abandoned.

Under the rancher's wrath, countless predatory angels from Elysium rushed out to the battlefield, and the war with the Realm began again!

Even Mathers, faced with such a strange situation and development, was completely sluggish and confused, and couldn't help but burst into rage.

"What the hell, are you crazy, those psychopaths!!!"

And when Elysium reacted, other abyssal forces had to join in. Following Elysium, the Eyes of Darkness also joined the battlefield, and more rulers descended into hell...

The Golden Dawn has fallen into stagnation.

What the hell is going on?

But there is no point in pursuing all this at this moment. Mathers can no longer be distracted. He must concentrate on maintaining the secret ritual of transformation.

In the impact just now, Yeats's outline and rudimentary soul had emerged, and cracks had already cracked.

If this continues, let alone casting souls, I'm afraid it will explode completely!

At that time, Yeats and the entire secret of transformation supported by the land of nothing will be completely destroyed, and the associated losses will be enough for Mathers to hang himself from the crooked neck tree in front of the Astronomical Society.

He has no choice.

I can only support it with all my strength...

However, under continuous impact and interference, Yeats's soul began to crack in the center of the secret ceremony, with dangerous fissures.

Consciousness has collapsed.

"Yeats! Yeats!!!" Mathers shouted hoarsely: "Don't lose control, what are you doing! Focus!"

But there are countless things recorded, but Yeats seems to have never heard of them.

He just raised his head sluggishly, his expression constantly twitching.

In the empty eyes, a ray of blood appeared.

"I saw……"

Amid the countless events that hit him, like trudging through a storm, Yeats slowly moved forward, looking for the fleeting behemoth in the mist.

Distinguish the faintly emerging outline.

But it wasn't until the moment when the storm stopped suddenly that he realized that the strange shadow behind the fog was already close in front of him.

Covered the whole world.

At the end of the wasteland of consciousness, it was not enough to occupy the entire sky. It slowly moved forward towards him, covering everything in a terrifying shadow.

So what exactly is it?

storm? Or a whirlpool? Or is it a cold eye?

Or... some kind of more violent, crazier, more ruthless celestial phenomenon? !

"Black—black—"

At that moment, the soul of poetry finally came to enlightenment, and from the midst of madness and panic, it screamed piercingly:

"——Black sun!!!"

Sorry, it's a little late. It's 5,500 words, so I'd better ask for a monthly ticket~