Chapter 260 God Is Watching You

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After listening to Medici's report and confirming that he was adapting well to his new body, the true creator lowered his head slightly, looked at the dark saint kneeling at his feet, and asked calmly:

"No gain?"

The Dark Saint buried his head lower. He was unable to do things well and was too close to the throne. His panic and indescribable honor made his thoughts confused and he couldn't help but tremble. He tried his best to restrain his excitement:

"Lord, please, please forgive me."

"We failed, failed to find..."

Kesma's throat rolled, and she spoke as if enduring great shame:

"...the murderer of Mr. X, Louis Venn."

Four days of searching yielded nothing. The Aurora Society even used spies to participate in the Church of Storms' search for this person, trying to get some useful information back, but unexpectedly the Church also found nothing.

This murderer seemed not to exist at all, but also seemed to be just a drop of water that fell into the sea and disappeared.

If the Dark Saint hadn't witnessed the entire process of the other party's murder, he would be as clueless as the "Dark Blue Priest".

Seeing that the Lord did not make any comments, the Dark Saint paused and continued to report:

"...the extraordinary party organized by Mr.

After saying this, he realized that he had made a mistake - because things had already happened, and even caused the death of a divine messenger. Louis Wayne's death as a Sequence 5 is nothing, but many Beyonders present have witnessed this incident, which will cause a certain blow to the reputation of the Aurora Society - Kesma immediately changed his mind:

"According to my memory, the attacker is about 1.6 meters tall. He is most likely a woman. The possibility of a shorter man cannot be ruled out."

"We found members at the party who met the requirements, including those under 1.6 meters tall."

"But the other party has a high probability of possessing an extraordinary item or ability that changes the appearance, so the chance of success in searching based on physical characteristics is low."

"So we started tracking everyone."

True Creator:.

"During nearly four days of searching, we used divination, collected X's belongings, and tried to channel spirits..."

"...But the results of the divination showed that X's experiences before his death were very normal. He did not see any strange people, nor did he get into anything he shouldn't have. As for the psychic, it failed within ten minutes after the accident. , the spirit body may have been destroyed or restrained.”

He told all the efforts made by the Aurora Society, thinking that there were no omissions and no other means, and finally concluded with great guilt:

"I beg you to forgive my incompetence, I am willing to accept any punishment."

The True Creator began to think quickly.

In the past few days, Medici left the Northern Continent, first reshaping his body, and then leading his team to the Southern Continent. There was no person above the rank of an angel in the Aurora Society.

Mr. Either he was restrained before he was killed in one blow. ——Based on the details of the report, the latter is more likely.

The failure of the divination involving the Dark Saint indicates that the assassins have the same personality, or there is a being with a higher personality than the Dark Saint behind them. ——But it is a bit too weird for such a being to personally issue a blessing to kill a not-so-important divine envoy in the Aurora Society.

The True Creator asked succinctly and concisely:

"Place."

The frightened Dark Saint was slightly stunned, and immediately said: "East District, abandoned hotel in the alley of Iron Caltrop Street."

The True Creator's gaze shifted slightly to the left, looking at the white sky outside the window.

More than ten kilometers away, in the dark alley in the East District that was completely in ruins, the shadows in the corners that were not illuminated by the sun stood up at the same time. Their upper parts were separated from the ground, while the lower parts were still on the ground, like The snakes suddenly stood up.

A black and white eye emerged from the upper part of countless large and small shadows. The shadows wandered in all directions of the ruins, swimming up to the nearby houses. The gods' eyes swept over this small ruins without looking at it. to anything that shouldn't be there.

Is the being behind the assassin a true god?

Or maybe there was something there, but it disappeared after four days.

The true God is impossible, and the connection with mysticism cannot disappear in such a short period of time. The true Creator fell into deep thought. He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

The sequence 5 of “Soothsayer” is “Secret Puppet Master”…

The Outer God revealed that there was an apprentice who was suspected of being a "member of the Abraham family" in the small meeting called the Tarot Club...

Klein was actually quite considerate, and he was thinking about the reason and appearance for meeting him.

Now, there is.

After a moment of silence, He withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly:

"I already know."

"Back off."

The Dark Saint was extremely pleasantly surprised. He had no doubt about the power of the gods. He restrained his excitement, kowtowed and bowed out of the room.

The True Creator was about to speak when he suddenly saw several thin black lines extending from his body. He immediately turned his head to look at where the thin lines came from, only to see that they penetrated the wall and strangely connected to Backlund. direction.

There are also several lines that originate from themselves and are connected to certain people who are constantly moving outside the wall.

Although it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, the True Creator immediately recognized whose authority these strange lines belonged to.

"What are you doing?" His voice was a little unkind.

In the corner of the room, a figure appeared out of thin air with his back against the wall.

When His hand took hold, all the thin threads extending from the true Creator disappeared.

"You seem to want to take this opportunity to have a friendly exchange with the mysterious heir." The gray-haired doll, which was about life-size and leaning against the wall, said, "I can provide you with an opportunity at the cost of me. I want to go too, are you willing?"

He further promoted his products: "A seamless opportunity to contact Klein. With such an exaggerated ritual for becoming a god, you wouldn't still want to use infiltration to enter the core area of ​​Backlund."

The True Creator is thinking the same thing. It is easy for Him to go to see Klein. He only needs to send someone to him, recite His name, and let His will temporarily descend on the microphone, and then the conversation can be successfully completed (provided that Klein does not recite His name at the same time) Chant the goddess's name or call for help from surrounding churches. The goddess of night or the Lord of Storms will not notice the microphone sent over). But the Outer God seemed to have other intentions - He grasped the key point and asked:

"Can you let me meet him face to face?"

"Of course." The Declined King twisted a line, "Mr. Dwayne Dantès will host a dinner party on Saturday."

"But you can't influence his choice." After the true creator finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, "What you influence is..."

Most nobles and wealthy people would not personally spend time selecting their guests. Otherwise, what would a butler with an annual salary of more than 100 pounds do?

"His butler will consider whether to invite the 'invisible rich man of Faye Manor'."

The Outer God showed the bifurcation of fate: "Ally, you have not managed the identity I gave you at all... you are not a noble, rich but have not appeared in the upper class a few times, otherwise, 'Mr. Rich who wants to join the upper class' 'Definitely putting you on the list."

"Now you are just an unknown and invisible rich man. You cannot bring benefits to others. Naturally, it is difficult for you to be invited by strangers."

"Possibility"...a certain degree of prophecy, a branch of destiny...

The True Creator said: "Forcing a branch will bring about unreasonable changes. In this case, you must have other options."

The corners of the Outer God's mouth raised slightly, and his facial expression changed somewhat, but his voice remained calm and cold.

"That's right."

"My servants have strong connections with high society and attend M. Dantès's dinner parties."

"Perhaps you would be willing to be a guest of the Demon Family."

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"Hurry up! Hurry up! Get ready to evacuate. Burn all the unusable things!!"

Officers ran back and forth in the barracks, shouting loudly, and soldiers kept carrying materials and valuable documents to move them around. Those who could not be taken away in time were thrown directly into a nearby fire.

The wounded who were rescued were carried onto the carriage, and the dying ones had to be left behind. The documents and materials were thrown into the blazing fire. A gust of wind blew, and the flames climbed up to the closely connected tents, and soon a sea of ​​​​fire broke out.

Undressed men and women were constantly being driven out of houses requisitioned by the army, and were hiding in corners shivering in fear.

"Sir! We are ready!" a soldier shouted.

"Follow the troops and the church and evacuate to the northwest!" the officer responded. Then, he kicked open the adjutant's house with great strides and cursed angrily, "Johnson! What are you still dawdling about, you bastard! Has your brain been eaten by a living corpse?!"

Johnson held several huge boxes in his hands, a dozen land deeds, and a large full box at his feet, which contained cultural relics and gold and silver jewelry that he had collected during the years he was stationed in this city-state. . Burning in the fireplace were evidence of his bribery and letters. Local maids who were generally good-looking and young were huddled in the corner. Several servants who had been shot dead were lying on the ground.

"Major General, this is two hundred thousand pounds!"

He was about to get angry when he saw his boss. The adjutant, who was already a little fat, quickly asked for mercy and said with a cautious smile: "It's all my fault that my subordinates were too slow and wanted to take the opportunity to touch something and escape. It took me a lot of time to teach them..."

The major general was so angry that he slapped his adjutant to the ground and cursed angrily:

"Johnson, I think it's not easy for you to be away from home for more than ten years. I usually turn a blind eye to you, but you and the worms under your command really regard the army as your own!"

"How come so many of our artillery shells have lost their vitality?! Where did the money I allocated for purchasing go?"

"Why is one-third of the grain rotten and moldy?! Where did you find out in your bimonthly audit?!"

"You are still taking the lead in finding a woman? You have a fucking wife and children in the country! You have created so many illegitimate children, and now these illegitimate children are all fucking informants to the Death Church! Johnson, when I return to Loen, I must You damn kingdom worm, be court-martialed!"

The garrison of the Kingdom of Loen was actually beaten by the cult organization and forced to retreat for dozens of kilometers! Lost two cities! ! Now they were defeated miserably on the plateau and had to return to the port city to ask for help from their own country! ! !

What a shame!

The more the major general thought about it, the angrier he became. It felt like there were countless active volcanoes erupting in his heart. He almost poured out all the anger of several tragic defeats on the adjutant. He pulled out his pistol, and the black muzzle was directly pressed against it, which turned into a ball of tears and snot. On the forehead of the adjutant, he shouted:

"You're still delaying the military situation!"

"Who allowed you to recruit three carriages by yourself?! And he's waiting for you outside!"

"How many wounded people can be transported in three carriages! Just keep this little money and gold and go to the grave with the living corpses!!"

Johnson was so frightened that he trembled all over. He cried and begged:

"General! I was wrong! I will never dare again!"

"I don't dare anymore! General, I don't want any of these things! I will confiscate all my property!"

"Please spare my life for Shanita's sake. My lovely sister is still waiting for her husband and brother to return home!"

Hearing this, the Major General was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. Veins popped up on his forehead, and his finger on the trigger turned white with force. He had to endure it again and again before he could restrain the urge to open the safety catch and destroy the opponent.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a spiritual exclamation coming from outside, and saw a killed indigenous woman standing up staggeringly. The soldiers around her reached her into a sieve in fear, and the ground was covered with blood. The walls were covered in blood and scraps of flesh.

"The Church of Death has already caught up?! So quickly?!"

The major general's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he calmed down: "No, it was just an accident. Even if we catch up, it is not a large force. Damn it, too much time was wasted, and half of the people have not evacuated yet!"

"It is forbidden to commit corpse fraud here!"

"Undead creatures are prohibited from roaming here!"

He immediately yelled out the window twice, the cold feeling gradually disappeared, and the color of the nearby flames slowly returned to normal.

"What...what should we do? General?" Johnson was so frightened that he almost cried again, "Do we still have time to evacuate?"

The major general gave him a hard look, suddenly showed a cruel smile, and threw the gun in his hand to him:

"Dear Lieutenant Johnson, it is time for you to die for your country."

"You, what did you say?"

"Shanita must also prefer to see her brother become a hero instead of a coward, and your wife and children can also receive pensions, instead of the scandal of illegitimate children and endless property disputes." The major general said coldly, "You, take your people, and go to break up the queen."

The adjutant, who had become a domineering waste in the colony, was trembling violently. He did not dare to take the gun at his feet. He rushed over and tried to hold the general's leg and beg for mercy, but the general seemed to have an extra layer on his body. Invisible barrier, when Johnson stretched out his hand, it naturally slid sideways, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the other person's clothes.

The major general left the house without looking back. He walked distractedly in the chaotic military camp. When his thoughts returned, he unexpectedly found himself in front of his temporary command tent.

He walked in and saw that most of the things inside had been emptied, leaving only bulky and useless items like tables, chairs, and cabinets.

The major general opened the cabinet and confirmed that all the documents had been transferred. However, he suddenly noticed a strange box on the bottom floor of the cabinet. Inside the box was a black old-style oil lamp with a Balam pattern.

It seemed to be something given to him by an officer. It was said to be a cultural relic, but he was not interested in cultural relics, so he just left it here.

"Forget it, let's take it away together."

The major general sighed, picked up this thing, and quickly left the military tent.

Seeing the chaotic scene outside, he became unbearably angry again, tightened his fingers on the oil lamp, and cursed:

"Damn Death Church! Damn cultists, damn worms!"

"It's too late, it's too late for everyone to retreat..."

"Damn it, if only there was a way to transfer everyone to Behrens City immediately!"

Suddenly, there was a soft "click" sound, and the black oil lamp in his hand suddenly lit up. The golden light expanded rapidly and enveloped everything around him.

"Bomb?!" The major general was shocked. Just as he was about to reach out and throw the oil lamp out, he suddenly realized that the surrounding environment had changed.

Wow, wow...

He turned his head suddenly and saw a beach with white waves washing up on the shore.

The smell of seawater stimulated the nasal cavity. The major general looked confused, and the soldiers around him also looked confused. They were still holding supplies and documents ready to be transferred. They looked at each other, wondering why they suddenly came to the beach.

Their base is hundreds of kilometers away on the inland plateau!

After half a minute of silence, a soldier came to a realization. He knelt down on the spot, kissed the ground, and shouted: "Praise the storm!"

The soldiers woke up one after another, and with the joy of surviving the disaster, they knelt down one after another and shouted: "Praise the gods!"

Only the major general stood on the beach slightly dull, looking at the sea water in the distance and the oil lamp in his hand, his expression gradually became strange:

"Is this an extraordinary object?"

"An extraordinary item that can grant wishes?"

…

On the mysterious primitive island, Klein and Alger worked together to kill the gargoyles and living corpses, and reached the end of the tomb hall.

There seemed to be some kind of painting-like traces on the wall, which caught their attention. Klein signaled Alger not to get close yet, and then made the "Blood Admiral" reveal himself and fly towards the wall.

Senior lowered his height and saw clearly what was depicted on the ground in the central area:

The painting has a dark tone, with blurry figures in the background, and a long table as the main body.

Lying on the long table was a figure carrying a shining cross, surrounded by three shadowy figures.

One of them is handsome and vigorous, one is majestic and heroic, and the other has a long white beard and looks very wise, but all three pairs of eyes have an indescribable evil feeling, and their behavior is the same:

One of them tore off the figure's arm, another held up the head, and the other dug out the still-beating heart.

Opposite them, there was a long and wide slit between the figure's chest and abdomen, and an eerie, dark baby sat cross-legged.

These four people seemed to have noticed that someone was spying on them, and they looked upward at the same time, as if they were watching every living being who saw the scroll!

——When he saw the picture clearly through the sight of "Resentful Soul" Senor, Klein's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the thumping sound was so intense that even he could hear it.

As a "divineer" who is good at interpreting revelations and symbols, he felt that the blood in his body was rushing to his head crazily, making his head swollen and dizzy, and seemed to be preventing further thinking.

But even so, there was an illusory voice that belonged to him, echoing in his mind, full of fear:

Then, the figure that was dismembered and devoured should represent the ancient sun god, the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God that Silver City believes in!

And the three evil figures surrounding Him, I, I have seen them before!

In the underground ruins of Backlund, where the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" is sealed!

They exist in the form of statues, which are not as evil as in this picture. They respectively represent:

"Eternal Sun", "Lord of Storms", "God of Knowledge and Wisdom"!

Suddenly, Klein remembered a term he had received, a term he had gained from facing the "Eternal Blazing Sun":

"Pure White Angel"!

This... can't be true... Could it be that the "Eternal Fierce Sun" was once an angel beside the ancient Sun God?

Little "Sun" mentioned before that he heard a priest of the Creator muttering something to himself in the afternoon town in a confessional and prophetic tone. One of them was this sentence: Kings frequently go to the palace of dusk to conspire. ..."Eternal Blazing Sun" was originally called "Pure White Angel", and he was also the king of angels. He also betrayed the Creator?

An idea suddenly flashed in Klein's mind, and it seemed that everything about the Creator was finally connected and merged into a complete event!

The "Ancient Sun God" believed in by Silver City turned into a crazy and corrupt "True Creator" due to certain events.

Because of this incident, the "ancient sun god" lost the legendary authority to create everything, lost the power of the sun, lost the divine punishment of thunder and lightning, and was no longer omniscient or omnipotent...

And what is shown in this painting is the "event" that caused the great change!

"The kings have rebelled against the Lord..."

This incident was that the eight "Kings of Angels" around the Lord killed the ancient sun god, ate Him, and robbed Him of His authority!

If my guess is true, then the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" should also be the Creator believed in by Silver City, the King of Angels beside the ancient Sun God. Perhaps they should be called "Wind Angels" ” and “cherubim”…

In this way, the eight kings of angels are gathered, the dark angel, the pure white angel, the wind angel, the wise angel, the fantasy angel, the time angel, the destiny angel, the red angel... The words heard by the "sun" since childhood and these angels Judging from the follow-up of each king, it seems that except for Amon and Adam, the two sons of God, the other angel kings have betrayed the creator... This ancient sun god is a bit too miserable... However, this The painting may not be true, it may be slander or doubtful...

The dark baby sitting in the belly of the ancient sun god... I feel like he is the "True Creator"... And he has grown up now... Klein thought of a lot in an instant. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to turn around and leave, pretending that he had never been there. I didn’t have the urge to look at that picture.

TBC

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