Chapter 188 Divine Revelation

Backlund, a basement that looks like a temple.

Wearing a black robe with a hood, Mr. A knelt quietly in front of the upside-down giant statue, without moving for a long time.

Suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, snapped his right index finger with his left palm.

He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.

grunt!

Mr. A's throat squirmed, and he swallowed the crushed finger into his stomach.

His body trembled suddenly, as if he was being held and shaken by an invisible person.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood from the wound.

Those words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and common language of Loen.

The bright red color quickly condensed, and the individual words were pieced together into several paragraphs:

"turn up:

"The fool who is not of this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck.

"The favored ones and believers are in Backlund."

With the end of the content of "Divine Enlightenment", Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew out of the wound.

He lowered his head and carefully looked at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.

"I only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated himself on the ground, as if he had found the meaning of existence again.

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City of Silver, the upper part of the round tower.

Lovia walked to the window, looked down at the little candles in the darkness, her expression gradually softened.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard a knock on the door.

"Your Excellency 'Chief'?" Lovia turned around lightly,

asked with a smile.

The door opens automatically without wind.

Standing outside is "Demon Hunter" Colin Iliad. He is wearing a brown coat and has a belt with hidden grids around his waist.

"Lovia, the abnormalities of the members of the exploration team have been confirmed." Colin said bluntly, "As the captain, no matter whether you have any problems, you must go to the dungeon for seven days and accept the baptism of the 'Crown of Glory'. It should be clear that this is the rule."

Lovia didn't feel angry at all, she calmly smiled and said:

"I know, I'm ready to stay in the dungeon for a long time. When it's over, if you are still not at ease, I can accept any arrangement."

While speaking, she was already walking towards the door, passing "Demon Hunter" Colin face to face.

Colin turned around in silence, followed her obliquely, and walked down the spiral stairs step by step.

Halfway through the journey, the two heard heart-piercing cries and shouts.

"Has it started again?" Lovia asked with a slightly confused expression.

Colin nodded and replied in a deep voice:

"Well, this is a fate we cannot escape..."

At this moment, in the middle floor of the round tower, in a hall.

The members of the exploration team and the few residents of the City of Silver they polluted were being held in place by what seemed to be a substantial sacred brilliance, unable to move, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.

A dark-skinned couple in their forties walked up to a young man in his early twenties, each holding a straight sword with intricate patterns.

The young man's body had collapsed, like a puddle of fleshy mud, but his head was intact, only thin bloody beards grew out.

Seeing the couple approaching, he cried out in horror:

"Dad, Mom, what are you going to do?

"Didn't we agree to have grilled iron scorpion together tonight?

"Father, Mom, I caught a lot of iron scorpions for you..."

The couple couldn't bear to look sideways, but the straight sword in their hands was raised high

After two puffs, the young man stopped crying, first convulsed, and then completely lost signs of life.

On the other side, a ten-year-old girl also raised a straight sword with intricate patterns, and stabbed her sister with tears.

The woman lying on the ground suddenly laughed, and said softly:

"After today, you will live on your own, don't be naive anymore...

The girl cried so hard that her vision blurred, and the straight sword in her hand stopped in mid-air.

However, a strong palm pressed against the back of her hand and pushed it forward violently.

puff!

The girl froze there, as if she couldn't hear or see anything.

This is the ancient curse that hangs over everyone in the City of Silver. They must kill their blood relatives with their own hands in order to prevent him from turning into a terrifying and weird evil spirit after death.

Therefore, even though Dak had completely mutated into a monster, was polluted by unknown existences, and had no value for interrogation, the "shadow" monitors did not dare to kill him on the spot, but tried hard to control him, brought him back to the round tower, and waited His parents, otherwise things would be more troublesome.

Those members of the exploration team who were also polluted are currently undergoing the same treatment for more than two thousand years. Although no one knows whether they will mutate after death in this state, no one dares to gamble.

Fortunately, the population of Silver City is not too large, and they live in one place. Under the arrangement of the high-level generations, there are not a few people who are related to each other by blood. Even if it must be limited to within three generations, it is better to find out.

Because of this, when compiling the list of patrol teams, the Extraordinary in charge must first consider blood relationship factors to prevent accidents from happening.

For the exploration team, the requirements are not so strict, because their missions often go deep into the darkness, and they are extremely far away from the City of Silver. Even if they die or mutate, they will not affect everyone's safety.

Once a resident no longer has blood relatives within three generations, he will be strictly monitored. As long as he is seriously ill or obviously aging, he will be sent to the depths of darkness, away from the City of Silver.

When Yudel, the former leader of the exploration team who was previously isolated in the dungeon, had a sudden change, there were actually three elders in the round tower, but in the end the one who made the move could only be the "chief" Colin Iliad, otherwise he could only try to seal it.

Because that Udel was his real brother.

"Shepherd" Lovia and "Demon Hunter" Colin silently entered the bottom of the round tower, and accompanied by several dawn knights, they came to the depths of the dungeon.

Soon, the two stopped outside a cell, and the Dawn Knights were scattered in the distance.

Lovia was fine, and walked into the room with only a bed, a table, and a stump of candle at a leisurely pace.

Before the metal gate closed, she turned around, looked at "Demon Hunter" Colin with light gray eyes, and said calmly:

"Your Excellency 'Chief', you once told me that the residents of the City of Silver stay far away from here, and when they die in the depths of darkness, they will not immediately transform into evil spirits. They will have to wait for several days, so the rest of the exploration team will have plenty of time Keep your distance."

Colin nodded, indicating that it did.

Lovia closed her eyes, showing a slightly sad smile:

"During an exploration two months ago, a team member died in front of me.

"I pretended to be separated from other team members and waited there for five days, but he didn't change into an evil spirit."

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked at her silently, and said nothing until the metal door closed with a bang, and the seal was formed.

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Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein waited for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the crimson star symbolizing the little "sun" hadn't changed much.

It should have been successful... He rubbed his forehead, wrapped himself with spirituality, and fell back to the real world.

As soon as he felt the existence of his body, Klein tasted the cold.

He sneezed, quickly removed the spiritual wall, and got into bed again.

Sadly, his bed was cold.

Fortunately, after entering the gray fog, my body was protected to a certain extent, otherwise I might catch a cold tomorrow... Klein wrapped the quilt tightly and sighed.

The current state reminded him of a witty saying he heard in his previous life:

Heating basically depends on shaking...

Before the quilt warmed up again, he could only spread his thoughts and think about various issues.

Hey, I don’t seem to have any urgent matters recently. The summary of the "Magician’s Rules" is completed. Even if I no longer challenge the impossible and only do normal "performances", I can digest the magic potion step by step around the New Year. What I will do next The main arrangement is to collect extraordinary materials for the "Faceless Man" potion and accumulate the corresponding money, but there is no rush... The tension in Klein's mind gradually softened, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​resting for two or three days .

As the quilt warmed up, he fell asleep unknowingly, and when he woke up, he heard the church bell strike eight times in a row.

Klein stretched out his arms, felt the cold outside, and retracted them silently.

It seems that the temperature has cooled down again today... There is nothing urgent to do, it seems that he can sleep late... He closed his eyes again with a relaxed mind.

But after only staying in bed for a while, he heard the rumbling sound of his stomach and felt the swelling of his lower abdomen.

Life is really full of difficult choices... Klein muttered.

After trying hard to fight those two feelings for about ten minutes, he finally gave up, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom next door.

After changing his clothes and washing up, he went down to the first floor, dug out the ingredients, and prepared to make Fenbo noodles.

This time, he didn't plan to use the meat sauce he bought, but wanted to try the meat sauce made two days ago. This is the meat sauce made by carefully selecting ingredients and frying according to the taste in his memory. Some of the ingredients are always a little different, and the taste is difficult to truly restore, but after Klein tasted it, he thought it was good.

It wasn't long before he was eating Fenebo noodles with sauce and meat, and he thought it was a good morning.

Adhering to the tradition of this world, he flipped through the newspaper while eating, and first confirmed that the old man "Eye of Wisdom" hadn't published an advertisement.

Based on the thoughts from last night, Klein decided to have some entertainment today, so he considered whether to go to a concert, an opera, or a play.

Tickets for many concert halls in the West District, Hillston District, and Jowood District cost at least 6 soli. If you meet a well-known musician, it will even be calculated in pounds. Professional concert halls for civilians are 6 to 9 pence, open to Those with spare money and the poor in the Eastern District only need 1 penny... Klein flipped through the corresponding information to select today's entertainment items.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell.

Jingle.