Chapter 215 Behind Bars

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Edward lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, in a daze.

It's not completely in a daze, because part of his consciousness is fighting with the Mother Tree of Desire in Si'a's mind, torturing Si'a to the point of neurasthenia and wishing she could die on the spot.

When Sioa suffered from neurasthenia, he continued to broadcast almost all channels on the prisoner channel, torturing all his followers to the point of death. Together, everyone completed an outstanding "madman" performance tonight and withstood a huge... Amount of pain.

And He was earnestly persuading the other party in Si'a's mind.

Persuade the other person to die.

However, no staged results have been achieved in the short term. This is not because Si'a's belief is better than Adam's, but because the spirituality of the Mother Tree of Desire has not completely died with him. Si'a, who has a backer, is still acting as a parent. A sweet dream to help yourself out.

Although He controlled most of Si'a's body, Si'a's body was also temporarily stopped by the Mother Tree of Desire's "physical and mental double self-binding". As a result, his spiritual activity was suppressed to the lowest level, and he could only change his strategy from Violent attacks are replaced by slow nibbles.

However, this is just a delaying tactic, and his victory is completely foreseeable.

Sia's body and mind are bound, unable to perform ritual prayers to the Mother Tree of Desire, and unable to respond to the followers of the Indulgence Sect. Sooner or later, the blessings from the Mother Tree of Desire will slowly be exhausted.

Once the spirituality of the Mother Tree of Desire disappears, the almost stagnant erosion progress bar will advance rapidly again, causing problems with Sioa's self-understanding, and finally becoming a part of herself.

In this way, even if a vessel like Edward, who is not sequenced enough and is relatively fragile, eats Si'a, it will be safe.

Just when Edward and Sia were talking about their ideals of divine birth, the part of their consciousness that remained outside suddenly heard the sound of layered prayers.

"Oh, someone is looking for me." Edward waved goodbye to Si'a, who was lying face down on the ground and gave up thinking, with a kind smile, "Let's talk tomorrow."

After that, He disappeared from Si'a's consciousness and returned to his own container through mystical connection.

After a long time after He left, Si'a slowly raised his head. The white hair on his head continued to grow at an imperceptible speed. On his obscured face, there was a cyan right eye with no pupil and no vision.

When desires were suppressed, indulgence was restrained, and rationality and divine indifference returned to his brain after a long absence, Sia, who was reduced to a wrestling arena between two foreign gods, felt deep despair, which in turn led to deep panic. .

"Sacrifice..."

The palms of His hands were facing up, and the fingers were curled and twitching slightly like spasms.

"...Why isn't it...enough...not enough..."

"I don't want to die..."

Being slowly invaded and replaced by another consciousness made him feel like he was experiencing a long death.

Edward was not interested in Sioa's mental journey. He stopped staring at the ceiling, looked at the note of the caller who prayed, and quickly connected the call.

A sentence came immediately from the other side:

"There is civil strife in the colonial city of Loen, and the Spiritual Religion Group has officially garrisoned."

"Oh, you are still working so late. If you take the lead in working overtime, will anyone in the Aurora Club dare to get off work?"

Edward immediately praised him. Anyway, according to his life experience, it is definitely right to praise people a lot: "Ally, your intelligence organization is really outstanding. Less than ten hours after this matter ended, you got the news. It seems that you They even pay attention to the affairs of another continent."

"...Now is a sensitive period. The intelligence departments of various countries and organizations are very nervous, and the number of military exercises has also increased significantly. We are just about to start an arms race." The True Creator took a look at the Iron-Blooded Cross report that was submitted overnight. I thought to myself that hunters are still much sharper than secret prayers in this regard. This cannot be cultivated, "What are you doing in the Southern Continent?"

Edward was well prepared and took out two pieces of paper from under his pillow:

"The luxurious one-month trip to the Southern Continent drawn at the Backlund Hotel."

"The Southern Continent is very interesting. I will bring you some souvenirs when I go back."

"I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to deal with me."

"I'm not very busy. I'm just sleeping. You're welcome."

The True Creator took a deep breath and smoked a Fusac cigarette to the end: "A general with a clean resume suddenly rebelled against the country, and the timing of the Spiritual Religion's arrival was so precise. This matter is somewhat suspicious. "

"you're right."

The devil nodded seriously, and then asked seriously: "Are there any clues?"

The real creator puffed up his smoke: "No. The scene was very clean, and all doubts had corresponding explanations. The clean resume was the result of long-term oppression and discrimination. The defeat and seeking peace was the last straw. This was a matter of course. .”

"Then this sounds really good." The devil sighed, "The Spiritual Religion Group has recaptured a city. No matter what they plan to do next, this matter will definitely cause an uproar in the Northern Continent."

"That's right. For a long time from tomorrow, the newspaper headlines in various countries in the Northern Continent will probably be very shocking." The real creator said meaningfully and seemingly casually, "Maybe it will break the fragility between the Northern and Southern Continents in advance. Balance, causing the war that everyone is nervous and looking forward to to start early.”

Edward smiled, "Looks like this is going to bother Adam for a while."

"Yes."

There was a brief tacit silence between the two.

After thinking for a few seconds, the True Creator said: "After your luxurious January vacation, you can consider returning to the Northern Continent."

Edward sneered: "Go back? What are you going back for? Go back to jail under the eyes of the night? Three hundred and three hundred years...I am almost becoming a true god on earth! Going to jail is almost becoming an inseparable part of my divine life. , I won’t go back.”

"Can't you cause less trouble?" The True Creator did not agree with the idea of ​​going to jail on earth.

"I have caused very few troubles. Who among the Desire Tree and the Fallen Mother Goddess is not more famous than me?"

Edward turned his head and looked at the ceiling: "The first witness, I even thought about taking back the source material and leaving. It was only a few hundred years ago that I came up with the idea of ​​destroying the earth. Allies, this is a matter of position. No matter what I do, you can see They are all here to cause trouble. If you want me not to cause trouble, then give me a reason why you humans are still worthy of existing. Don’t use empty words of love, peace and examples to bombard me.”

The True Creator frowned: "You are right, there is no need for me to reason with you. After all, you no longer reason with the world today. You should be more willing to follow the principles of strength. Whoever is stronger will win in the end. , who is right."

"That's great." Edward raised his eyebrows, "I still like to communicate with straightforward gods."

There was another moment of silence with everyone having their own concerns.

"Do you have any ideas about adding fuel to the flames?" Edward asked.

"No." The True Creator replied simply and concisely.

He has little interest in the national resistance in the southern continent, neither encouragement nor rejection, because even if he is the human side of the ancient sun god, he has no superfluous thoughts about these internal struggles among humans. In the face of the doomsday, mankind has been divided into a whole in His heart. Even two nests of ants fighting each other are the objects that He wants to protect.

God doesn't care whether two nests of ants can live in harmony in the future. Let's wait until the end of the world to talk about such extravagant things.

But internal fighting between two nests of ants is not a good thing and will produce unnecessary changes.

What's more, the Spiritual Religion will also affect the goddess of the night's plan to control the uniqueness of Death. If the strength and reputation of the Royal Faction are improved, the artificial Death Faction will naturally decrease, allowing the internal division of the Spiritual Religion to gradually end. This involves the future doomsday, and it is impossible for the True Creator to support the Spiritual Religion Group in any case.

"What a pity." Edward looked away, "I was looking forward to a wonderful performance from your Iron Cross."

When talking about the Iron Cross, the shadow of a young man appeared in the mind of the True Creator, and he said:

"The person you are related to is in the Iron Cross, and he gets off work on time from 9 to 5 every day very personally."

"Are you not sure about his position? You can just regard him as my child." Edward smiled nonchalantly, "I like this child very much. He is a smart and interesting human being who can always bring me something new. surprise."

The True Creator was not surprised: "He has been working hard recently to obtain the right to use a sealed artifact, corresponding to Sequence Three of the Night Path. His purpose is unclear. As a family member, you should know this matter."

"I don't know, maybe he has his own plans."

Edward yawned and pulled up the quilt: "I have always been very open-minded, respecting the fate of others and not interfering with the future of my children. So, ally, are you finished? Can you let me sleep after you finish? If so, please turn off the light for me, thank you."

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Klein opened his eyes and paced back and forth in Olavi's luxury hotel suite.

After the naval base was blocked, the general's temporary stay was changed to the best hotel suite in Oravi City.

The interior decoration and facilities were actually much better than Bayam's "Azure Wind" hotel, but in the luxurious suite, he didn't sleep all night, thinking about "Origin Castle", "True Creator", and "Mother Tree of Desire". The more I think about the connection between them, the more uneasy I feel.

At the very beginning when I saw the power of Source Castle, it was the time when I rashly divined the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem", so that I accidentally looked directly at the Eternal Blazing Sun. The Source Castle resisted the conditioned reflex response of the gods, so I felt that the Source Castle might be a sealed object corresponding to the True God level, and it was a relatively powerful type in this class.

But as his knowledge continued to grow, and after seeing the real level 0 sealed object 0-08, and the "dice of probability" that uniquely changed the path of "monsters", Klein found that Source Castle seemed to be much stronger than them. , the best example is that in the real world, the "Dice of Probability" that can be used at will is as quiet as a chicken after being brought to Source Castle, without even moving.

He had also speculated whether Origin Castle was the product of the uniqueness of the "divineer" path, but after seeing the appearance of the "Dice of Probability", he silently gave up this speculation.

According to Klein's guess, although the level 0 sealed object is powerful and terrifying, it should not be powerful enough for a true god to snatch it.

But just last night, a god, the "Mother Tree of Desire", personally issued an oracle, even five days in advance, causing Klein to fall into a trap.

Is it because the talents of the Rose School are withering and sealed objects are scarce, so the "Mother Tree of Desire" wants to rob the Origin Castle?

But that doesn’t make sense either.

Ince Zangwill left with the 0-08 "Alsohod's Pen" and committed a series of crimes during the three years he was on the run. This year alone, he was involved in Tingen's time of divine descent and Backlund's attack. The haze caused many casualties to innocent civilians and extraordinary people. Even at this point, the Church of the Night still focused on "arresting or killing Ince Zangwill on the spot" rather than mainly demanding the recapture of 0-08.

It may also have the purpose of keeping it secret and preventing 0-08 from causing the greed of wild high-sequence extraordinary people.

But in any case, in the incident of Ince Zangwill, the Church of the Night deliberately weakened the existence of 0-08 as a level 0 sealed object, mainly emphasizing the ability of 0-08 and the defected bishop Ince Zangwill. Gwell's crime.

But Source Castle is different from 0-08.

Because the True Creator also said to himself that Origin Castle represents a certain heavy destiny. If the "Mother Tree of Desire" takes it away, does it mean that the other party also takes that fate away with it?

"After the True Creator found out that I was pregnant with the Origin Castle, he chose to help me." Klein looked solemnly at the slowly brightening sky outside the window, his mood not at all relaxed. "After the Mother Tree of Desire found out, she chose to rob it."

"I can understand that the evil gods each have their own positions, but when it comes to Source Castle, I guess it cannot be explained simply by their positions. There may be deeper reasons."

"It is impossible to connect the information of these fragments. I am missing an important puzzle piece, and this puzzle piece is the 'true function of Source Castle'... Only by knowing this, can I speculate on the fate that I may encounter, and then Then speculate on what the differences in behavior between the two evil gods with different stances, the True Creator and the Mother Tree of Desire, mean..."

Klein shook his head, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the table in front of him with some annoyance.

But the true creator was not willing to tell him this matter, and there seemed to be other concerns.

Before determining the true purpose behind the help, Klein was still suspicious of the Evil God group and preferred the Righteous God Church.

"Oh, I still don't want to think about this anymore."

"My biggest problem right now is how to successfully end this mission and break away from the identity of Emilius Levitt."

The time slowly came to seven o'clock, eight o'clock, and eight-thirty.

The hotel waiter knocked on the door, got permission, pushed the dining cart with breakfast in, and then left in a hurry without even raising his head.

Klein walked over slowly, looked at the steaming and fragrant breakfast, put it on the table and ate it slowly.

The Olavi police were actively arresting the bottom members of the "Celestial Sect" and the Rose School of Thought, but Klein ignored them and turned down most of the work on the grounds that he was injured and needed to rest.

It has been five hours since the contract ended, but Amyrius still has not appeared.

Klein's heart slowly sank.

He must now think about escaping.

"Looking at the bright side, Admiral Amyrius's participation in the secret mission must have left a record in some files. I also have a contract. These records can prove my innocence. I am just a temporary substitute. The general's death has nothing to do with me. It doesn’t matter, I won’t face too much trouble.”

But things are not that simple:

"I'm afraid that some big shots think I know their secrets. After all, I've read a lot of documents in the past few days while playing the role of admiral... What's more important is that the organization personally came to warn me in my dream that if something bad happens to me, I They will be swept up in the trend of the times and torn to pieces.”

Even if he thought with his toes, he knew that continuing to play Emilius would not be a good option.

You may be able to get away with it in the short term, but there are too many variables and you will definitely be discovered over time.

He has no power, no backing, and his secretary Lu Er'an is higher in rank than him. It is too easy to control him or make him disappear.

Then the only option left is to run away and find a way to prove your innocence later.

Klein approached the window and looked down, only to see strict security outside.

The local police in Olavi filled the vacancy of the guard. After experiencing the sudden attack last night, everyone was in high spirits.

It's almost impossible to get through.

It's a pity that "Faceless Man" still remains in the category of "human". If he could hide in other people's bodies and leave like "Rose Bishop", or twist his body into a form that humans can't imagine, then it would be easy to get out. Much easier.

Now that the "master key" no longer exists, it is impossible to leave through some place without a door.

The rash "I want to go for a walk, but you are not allowed to follow me" is too suspicious.

"In other words, now, I definitely can't run away with my own strength."

If he were an ordinary "faceless man", he would have fallen into despair by now, but Klein was not an ordinary "faceless man".

He muttered to himself, and then took out Azik's copper whistle from his pocket.

There was a long crack on the copper whistle. The crack was so dark that it almost split the entire whistle in half diagonally. However, the whistle was not damaged when the crisis occurred, and it effectively blocked the terrifying cold wind and saved Klein's life.

Now, the cracks on the whistle have not increased, but there is no trend of recovery. Mr. Azik probably needs to come and see for himself.

Before deciding to take action, Klein took four steps backward, climbed onto the Origin Castle, sat on the high-backed chair of The Fool, took out the citrine pendulum, and wrote a divination sentence:

"Azik Bronze Whistle can be used normally"

He did not enter a dream. This divination was relatively simple and could be determined by relying on the direction of rotation of the citrine.

After reciting silently seven times and entering the divination state, the citrine pendulum began to move slightly clockwise.

"It can be used normally, but it seems that there is still something wrong with the copper whistle." Klein nodded. "After I leave, I will tell Mr. Azik what happened and see if there is any way to repair the copper whistle."

Then, Klein wrote another divination sentence:

"Spiritual teleportation can help me escape smoothly"

Follow the same method, and after seven times, the citrine pendulum moves clockwise at a constant speed.

Klein nodded, simulated the feeling of falling, and left Source Castle.

Then he blew Azik's copper whistle, and the sound was much softer than before, as if the air he blew in was leaking out through the cracks in the whistle.

Klein waited for several minutes before the pale flame ignited again, and the snake-tailed demigod appeared in front of him.

Klein's pupils shrank and he saw that there was also a huge crack on the Snake Tail Demigod's body, from his right shoulder to his left waist. The direction of this crack was exactly the same as the crack on Azik's copper whistle! There was also no flesh and bone in the cracks on the Snake Tail Demigod's body, only a deep black.

The demigod looked much weaker than before. As soon as he appeared, his eyes immediately shifted to the copper whistle. Klein could clearly feel that the other person was in a bad mood, even heavy.

"I encountered a terrifying and strange strong man. I will tell Mr. Azik about this." Klein replied immediately.

Only then did the snake-tailed demigod look at Klein again, and his white-bone skull nodded slightly.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and the clothes on his body began to twist, changing into the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow. He took out another piece of paper from his pocket to eliminate the remaining traces of occultism in the room.

Finally, he turned a piece of paper into a serious-looking Admiral Emilius Levitt, and let it slowly walk back and forth in the room, passing by the window from time to time, pretending that the general was still there, and delaying his discovery. time.

The dummy will not exist for long, but half an hour is enough for a "faceless man" to leave this place.

After doing all this, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and said to the snake-tailed demigod:

"Please send me to a corner of this city."

Semi-conscious, he grabbed his arm and entered the spirit world. After just a few minutes, Klein felt the grip on his arm disappear. As he fell, the colors around him quickly became clear. Klein stabilized his body and landed lightly in an inconspicuous alley.

He checked the contract paper in his arms, transformed into another person, and walked to the "Sweet Lemon" bar in the city.

He wanted to tell Bild Brando, who asked him for help, that the contract had ended and the general had been exchanged. He also wanted to get the 500 pounds balance and the extraordinary items promised by the other party.

Klein decided to use the time difference to his advantage and delay the discovery as much as possible. And he did his best to investigate the cause of General Amyrius's death and clear himself from suspicion.

Today is February 13th, Sunday. He will take the opportunity to return to Bayam, the "City of Generosity" with a large number of people, completely hide himself, and then issue a commission through tomorrow's Tarot meeting to find a way to go to the ruins of the God War. Looking for mermaids.

After two months of coming to the sea and living a thrilling life, he had almost finished digesting the "faceless man" potion.

TBC

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Klein: Slipping away.