Chapter 1149 Abyss

"You must never go to Robert's villa again, that oil painting has completely turned into a terrible disaster..."

Angelina said in a dignified voice: "I'm going to find someone, maybe only he can solve these things!"

"Why...why did you help me?" Nietzsche hissed.

"Maybe... because we are the same kind of people..." Angelina smiled wryly, revealing a mark on her arm: "It's all destined to be sacrificed to the evil god, a poor bastard!"

"Sin? It seems a little different!" Nietzsche's pupils shrank slightly, but he believed it immediately: "I'll go with you!"

"Well, the affairs here will naturally be taken over by the superiors of the police and the investigation department...you come with me!"

Angelina took Nietzsche's arm, rented a carriage, and came to the poor area of ​​Kimbert City.

Nietzsche is also very familiar with this.

The houses are small and dense, encroaching on the roads, and the drains emit a stench. Most of the citizens living here are naked, with yellow and thin faces, numb eyes, and sometimes a hint of madness.

This is the largest slum in Kimbert City, and it is also a place where elites who claim to be high society dare not set foot, otherwise, they are very likely to become a corpse in a stinking ditch the next day.

Angelina was familiar with the way here, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked to the riverside, in front of a row of narrow shacks.

When I got here, the smell was even worse, because there were many textile and chemical factories upstream, the whole river was pitch black, and there were still many corpses floating on the river.

Nietzsche couldn't help frowning: "Who are we... going to find?"

"A wizard... Have you ever heard of the term Mandala?" Angelina's expression became extremely serious.

"I know that one of Vincent's most important archaeological discoveries is related to the Mandala tribe on the Black Continent..." Nietzsche replied.

"Mandala is an extremely ancient tribe in the tropical rain forest. It is rumored that they still retain the custom of cannibalism, and it is also the birthplace of wizards!"

Angelina stated in a calm voice: "Thousands of years ago, they had an extremely brilliant civilization. Those wizards could even communicate with the gods of dreams and obtain their blessings! On the understanding of mysterious power, the Mandala wizard Definitely one of the best!"

While talking, she got into a black tent by the river.

The space inside this tent is very large, and it seems to be connected to other tents. There are two black guards with expressionless faces and bulging muscles.

They give Nietzsche the feeling that they are stronger than the reanimated corpses made by Simon last time.

"It's me! I want to see Gargamel!"

Angelina obviously knew each other, and after the briefing, the two of them were invited into the largest tent.

In the dim light, Nietzsche subconsciously took a few steps back and bumped into a wooden frame.

As soon as he picked it up, he found that he just grabbed a white skull. His fingers were inserted deeply from the five sense organs. There was not a trace of flesh on it, but there were still a lot of hair tied into different whips.

"ah!"

Nietzsche quickly covered his mouth so as not to scream.

raging!

At this moment, emerald green flames burned in the surrounding braziers, reflecting a kneeling person in the center.

He was really too old, like a skinny skeleton, with no beard or hair on his face, and the light in his eyes was like will-o'-the-wisp.

"Gargamel!"

Angelina pulled Nietzsche and knelt down in front of him.

"We meet again... the girl who bears the brand!" Gargamel turned his head, making a creaking sound, as if it were an old instrument that hadn't been oiled.

"And you, the one who dances with ghouls! It seems that we will have some common topics in cooking and ingredients... Jie Jie..."

Ge Gewu laughed strangely.

"You...you know everything?" Nietzsche's face was pale, and he felt nausea in his stomach again.

"Real ghouls are usually no different from us, and they also have a certain amount of mental pollution... When you are with them, you will ignore some things that you are accustomed to, such as the continuous decrease of neighbors and colleagues..."

Gargamel chuckled.

"Okay, he's already suffering enough, Gargamel, I came to see you today because of two things..." Angelina took a deep breath: "I will pay the price."

"Okay, tell me your problem!"

Gargamel picked up a green teacup, which contained a ball of green paste, giving off an inexplicable smell.

"The ghoul escaped, but when I searched its residence, I found a word—a feast of flesh, what does it mean?"

Snapped!

Gargamel's hand trembled, and the teacup fell directly to the ground.

He didn't care about it, and his voice became low: "This is the beginning of a ceremony! A very evil ceremony, involving the ancient legends on this planet, those ancients! And the Outer Gods!"

"In ancient times, it was the ancients with extraordinary power who ruled this planet. They are all descendants of the Outer Gods! We wizards learned power from the ancients, and some of them were crazy and bloody, so they became black. Wizards! But the study of Outer Gods, even among dark wizards known for their insanity, is an extremely rare lunatic! Most of them destroyed themselves..."

Gargamel said in a chant tone: "Every extraordinary power must have pollution, and the Outer Gods are the source of everything! They are elusive and extremely powerful, and even just meeting their bodies will bring about terrifying changes... ...But whenever we refer to them, we must use another title, because their real names, even if they are only fragments, are often tainted with evil..."

"That's right..." Nietzsche frowned: "It seems that Gargamel is the craziest wizard among wizards, the one who studies outer gods..."

"Then what does all this have to do with the Feast of Meat?" Angelina asked.

"As I said, this is the beginning of a ceremony. Its full name is 'Sacrifice to the Dark Gods'. It starts with three sacrifices of flesh, blood, and soul, offering sacrifices to a dark outer god in the dark. , pray for its power, according to myths and legends, once this ceremony is completed, it will at least send a son of darkness, that is, the ancient who once ruled the planet!" Gargamel replied: "And the feast of flesh is The beginning of the dark sacrifice, it points to the master who lives above the star arc, the astral traveler, the ruler of the star demon insects, the lord of chaos and madness!"

As he spoke, Gargamel glanced at Nietzsche inadvertently: "The imprint on your body is the imprint of this master's sacrifice!"

"It turned out to be him!" Nietzsche clutched the back of his neck, trembling all over.

The shadow hidden in his blood finally lifted a little veil to him.

"A real sacrifice, the feast of flesh is just the beginning, right? Blood and soul are needed next!" Angelina hissed, "If you stop these two rituals, will you destroy the entire ceremony?"

"The power from darkness is far stronger than you can imagine... Once the son of darkness comes, it will be a disaster for the entire planet!" Gargamel's eyes suddenly turned pure white: "The ancients like to rule the country with high pressure and torture, Their appearance represents slavery and disaster... The minions of darkness will definitely do whatever it takes to make the sacrifice a success."

Nietzsche felt that he could not breathe.

I'm obviously just a peripheral member, why did I suddenly have something to do with a world-destroying disaster?

"Is there no other way?"

After calming down, Nietzsche gritted his teeth and asked.

"Only the power of the outer gods can fight against the outer gods!" Gargamel's voice became more and more erratic: "The master who lives above the star arc also has a deadly enemy. Serpent with colorful scales! Master of the dream gods!"

Speaking of this, Gargamel suddenly looked at Angelina: "You have the legacy of Vincent's power on your body, and Vincent faced the astral python, so he became an abysser!"

"Abyssal?"

"The person who faces the abyss is an abyss, and among the wizards, he is also an extremely powerful existence! A wizard who has just started can only be regarded as a polluter who has provoked extraordinary power! Then there are controllers, who represent those who can control themselves Extraordinary power, but this is just an illusion, when he is promoted again, he will find that we have been staring at the abyss, and at the same time, we are also stared at by the abyss..."

"The second thing, Vincent left behind an oil painting, which is completely out of control..." Angelina took a deep breath.

"The pollution of the Abyssal One is out of control, I can't do anything..." Gargamel waved his hand, as if to see off the guests, and finally said: "Young man, I just got the enlightenment from the dream, and you have already touched your hope... "

...

After walking out of this slum, Nietzsche was still in a trance: "Polluter, controller, abyssal? These are the three levels of Extraordinary? I have already touched my hope, so what does it mean?"

"Unexpectedly... behind the feast of meat, there is such a secret hidden..." Angelina bit her lip: "Let's part here, I want to go back and think about it calmly!"

She is also just a girl who is under the pressure of the mortgage, and has absolutely nothing to do with evil gods ruling the world.

"Okay, Miss Angelina!"

After parting, Nietzsche's eyes were a little dazed, and he walked unconsciously on the street.

When he stopped, he found himself standing in front of Wutong Street.

"Is this the revelation of fate?"

Nietzsche laughed at himself and walked into a grocery store.

Immediately, he saw the unscrupulous profiteer boss and the lovely maid.

"Yo, it's been a long time, my little sir!"

Fang Yuan put down the newspaper and raised his eyes: "Have you saved enough money?"

"Money? What money?" Nietzsche was taken aback.

"Of course it's the money to buy Vincent's paintings! Please allow me to introduce you grandly...the treasure just received by our store, Vincent's late masterpiece—Dream!"

Fang Yuan pointed to the distorted starry sky on the wall, while Nietzsche looked like he saw a ghost.