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"Incredibly stupid."

The place where Triss fell was quickly petrified, and layers of gray and white rushed straight in with the black flames of destruction. The shadow at the bottom of the mausoleum laughed mockingly: "I am a little interested in you, but if you want to do this, I will let you know that the majesty cannot be violated."

"Hey, original witch."

He asked:

"Do you want to be the 'source of disaster, the natural disaster of destruction'? Now among these two paths, you are the true god, and the hunter only has sequence one. If you surrender to me and become my follower, you will be the first thing I do after returning to the throne of god. The thing is to help you attack Intis and kill the War Angel."

Triss, who was falling, suddenly stopped suddenly, violating mechanics, but the disaster and the falling meteorites still did not stop.

Triss looked down at the shadows below, with a soft smile on her face that was definitely not her own:

"Twister of order, will you really fulfill your promise?"

"Ha!" George Augustus laughed, "Don't think of yourself too seductively, witch, you can't enchant order and iron law. Do you have any capital that would make me break this promise and attack you? You Is there sefirot, or is there Sequence One of the Judge?”

"Your attitude and tone are really interesting. They remind me of Solomon."

Triss spoke softly, and her hair turned into thin little snakes that wrapped around her fingers and were torn off by her. She looked at the shadow of order, smiled, and suddenly turned into a flaming meteor faster than before:

"It would be fine if you were really Solomon, or Russell Gustav, or George Augustus. Your conditions seem tempting enough, but you are the old spirit of this path!"

"No matter what kind of idiot he is, he will never negotiate terms with the God who holds the power of legislation!"

Boom!

The person wrapped in black flames hit the shadow at the bottom, and the earth shook.

An instant later, a louder thunder sounded, and the dark and majestic secret mausoleum was struck by thunder. All nine tombs of George Augustus were destroyed, and the cracks on the surface penetrated silently, revealing the dark interior.

The mausoleum that was already on the verge of collapse collapsed suddenly, and in the depths, countless shadows slowly shrank toward the center like asphalt.

"madness……"

In the center of the shadow, someone spoke slowly in the voice of George Augustus III.

The shadow condensed into a pure black eye, looking straight at the cloudy sky, looking at the flashing thunder light in it, looking at the brass eye that fell from the star world, George Augustus shouted loudly laughed and said:

"God of Thunder! God of Truth! Are two months enough for you to digest the power of 'omniscience'? Have you achieved balance?"

All nine mausoleums were destroyed. According to the normal process, the Black Emperor will be resurrected from the mausoleums while the mausoleums exist. When all the mausoleums are damaged, the Black Emperor can only rely on the remnants of laws and social customs to resurrect. This kind of resurrection has the possibility of success, but the process is extremely slow, and the resurrection may not be successful!

But George Augustus's voice remained steady, calm, and even sounded quite generous:

"There are still countless rebels operating secretly in Lundborg. I am using my royal power to help you maintain it. Oh, originally I planned to treat you better because you helped me expand my territory. Now it seems, I should give you some color to see!"

The dull thunder responded to these words, and the thunder turned into a wedge and fell from the star world, piercing straight through the pure black eyes.

Brass-colored eyes scanned the surroundings, driving all the shadow torsos within the scope of the mausoleum ruins like a shepherd dog driving a flock of sheep, and a layer of seals fell to isolate the voice of the shadow from the world.

A projector without a video tape appeared out of thin air, projecting the picture below frame by frame - after all eight mausoleums were destroyed by thunder, the last mausoleum No. 1 was completely shattered by thunder after the original witch opened the gap.

Then Omniscient scanned out the weakness, and countless lightning wedges nailed the asphalt-like shadow to the bottom of the mausoleum, constantly destroying it and preventing the shadow from re-condensing and entering the resurrection state again.

Finally, the mysterious black veil falls, hiding the entrance to the mausoleum.

This is the last tomb. Leodero will wait for Him to be resurrected in Ruin No. 1, and then seal Him here!

"You can't kill me, and you can't seal me for long, you stupid omniscient being."

The Black Emperor's voice reached Leodro's ears through the anchor shared by the two:

"Your country will be in danger, and my people will work tirelessly to save me and free me. They will turn their back on you and choose me."

"It's so noisy."

Leodro slapped the phantom away in front of him.

Backlund, Hillston District City Square.

The disintegrated marble platform has been hoisted by church members to prohibit approaching. The shocking huge depression is covered with traces of scorch, and the cracks spreading like spider webs are daunting, as if it was hit by a bomb accurately. , people can't help but recall the day when Fusac's military airship appeared in the sky over Backlund.

When the nobles in the west first saw this scene, it was as if they were enjoying a large-scale magic show. No one realized what happened within ten seconds.

Even Audrey, who was relatively sober and not too seduced by the words, fell into confusion. Like everyone else, she stared blankly at the deep "crater", wondering whether it was a part of the ceremony or the king's. further enliven the atmosphere.

In other municipal squares in Backlund City, Melissa, Benson and others also heard the explosion, and then found that the king's speech came to an abrupt end.

After a period of silence, people gradually became restless, whispering to each other.

Panic about the unknown and the future slowly took over their hearts.

After that, the scene became chaotic, and soldiers from the guards and church members rushed to the high platform amid screams one after another.

Cabinet members and nobles in the House of Lords either subconsciously sought shelter or mustered up the courage to follow the guards and inspect the scene.

She was assassinated on the day she was proclaimed emperor. This scene actually made her feel a little dazed, as if the scene in the history book had come to reality.

But who killed George III? Who dropped that bomb? George III is a man who wants to become a god, and it is impossible to be killed by ordinary weapons... Audrey looked at it with a slightly dazed expression, thinking, being pulled by the nervous and anxious family to hide behind the guard, and passed in front of the high platform. .

She wasn't too surprised, she just felt it wasn't real enough:

The people and things that are focused on by Mr. "World" mean that they are watched by Mr. "Fool", and the purpose that Mr. "Fool" wants to achieve has never failed so far.

This is the will of the gods.

But the voice of George III suddenly appeared in her ears, and this time Audrey truly felt unbelievable - he was not dead, or had become a god. The attack just now did not kill him, which proved that Mr. "Fool" actually failed!

Audrey saw that the people around her suddenly became quiet, as if the collective had found a backbone and became calm again.

They closed their eyes and prayed under the guidance of the voice in their heads, and the content of the words was——

"Forget your beliefs!"

"Leave truth and fear behind for a moment and put country and loyalty to the Emperor above all else!"

"People from Lundborg, Segar and Masi, I know that you are still dissatisfied with my rule, but I can assure you that you will all enjoy the same national treatment as Loen. Forget Wherever you come from, praise my name!”

...What are you doing? Are gods competing for believers? Audrey clasped her hands together and pretended to pray, and a question suddenly rose in her mind.

…

"Look what time it is, my old friend is still alive."

Standing on the coastline of the Eastern Continent, Edward glanced at the watch in his hand, and then at the line of fate that showed that George III was still in a tug-of-war with the God of Thunder. He gave up thinking, sighed, and directly Take a step forward.

After He left Silver City, Ourolius did not follow him, but stood on the outskirts of Silver City and watched from a distance.

He has no interest in Derrick Berg. The people here are all favored by the true Creator. According to the usual behavioral logic of the Declined King, there is no need to attack the allies' believers when the allies are gone. Of course - in his opinion In the future, a large part of the land abandoned by God belongs to Him, and many remaining humans also belong to Him. If one day God doesn't want them anymore, then the King of Decay will also take away his interest in good ways. part of things and various creatures.

"The curse of Silver City has a scope...the growth of the black-faced grass also has a scope..."

Edward fully hoped that he would take the opportunity to sneak out when the Djinn and the God of Thunder were fighting fiercely. As a result, the two guys kept quarreling, so he simply squatted down on the beach and began to think about life. ——This special plant in Silver City really made him feel very interesting. At first, Edward thought it was a curse that accompanied the growth of the plant, so everyone who ate the black-faced grass would bear the burden of "You must kill your loved ones with your own hands, otherwise your loved ones will change." "Become an evil spirit" curse, but after he left Silver City, he discovered that this curse existed.

Which comes first, range or black-faced grass?

He captured someone for an experiment. He found a seriously ill and dying person from another city-state, and then threw this person who had never eaten black-faced grass into the Silver City to wait for his natural death. As a result, this person died very soon after his death. He turned into an evil spirit in a short period of time.

During this time, he didn't even take a bite of the black-faced grass growing on the ground.

really weird.

"The curse exists within a certain scope. The black-faced grass may be just a manifestation of this sealed object, or it may have a positive effect."

"The curse that makes loved ones kill each other is really special."

"Is there anyone in history who was killed by his own relatives?"

Edward thought boredly for a while, and finally decided not to wait and go out directly.

Ahead was a familiar secluded darkness and endless thunder, but the secrecy now could no longer block his vision. He could clearly see the thunderstorms raging on the sea, and occasionally abnormal plants and fantasy creations growing in the corners. Then it was casually smashed by Thunder.

"What is the genie doing? It took almost ten minutes to come back like lightning. I had a lot of fun."

"...Are you addicted to playing ritual destruction with the Earth God? He was kind enough to send me to see my good friend for the last time."

He muttered and stepped into the darkness. His sense of touch told him that he had stepped into the tide, and there were sand and seawater undulating on the soles of his shoes.

But his senses were slightly obscured by the secret, and he felt that he fell into boundless darkness, and all his senses disappeared.

At the same time, thunder exploded, and lightning gathered into a storm. A line of sight fell from an endless height, and the thunder light gathered in front of him into a tall human figure holding a trident. The thunder trident in his hand was slowly raised, and the huge Thunderballs are gathering at the tip.

Edward waved his hand very calmly:

"If I don't help Him, I'll just pass by."

"You fight, you continue to fight, you please, I won't help him even if he is beaten to death."

The thunder figure's trident was raised halfway and stopped, and a booming voice came: "I don't believe you."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me. If you hit me now, the djinn will hit you from behind later." Edward said as he walked to the side of the thunder figure, as if he planned to bypass him and continue walking forward. "Don't worry, My relationship with Him is not that good, not to this point.”

Eyes filled with lightning turned around:

"You are all outer gods."

"What's wrong with the Outer God? The Son of Chaos will never die. If he still needs help at this point, then we can only say that he has simply been replaced. The starry sky does not need such a waste. What's more, is there Indis in Runen? Will you cooperate with the people from Fenebaud to the point of closeness? They are still foreigners." Edward shrugged, "If it were anything else -"

He stopped and looked the figure up and down:

"You can be regarded as our compatriots now. How does it feel to be eroded by God's will? Tyrant, allowing other gods to appear on your land is also your way to fight against him, but you didn't expect that George III has actually been It’s gone.”

The eyes made of lightning still followed Edward's footsteps closely, showing no signs of relaxation:

"Your hostility to Earth has lessened."

"I wish the earth would explode, but after all, God is coming back. Sooner or later, your place will turn into a pasture. To me, it is no different than death."

Edward glanced at him and said concisely:

"I'm not interested in dead things, can you step aside?"

Leodro stared at the back of the Outer God for a while, and then cast his gaze into the land abandoned by the gods in the distance. His eyes passed through countless city-state ruins and the black night sky, and saw the place hidden in the deepest part of the Eastern Continent. White ruins.

He is already omniscient and naturally knows what exists there.

Without Leodro's obstruction, Edward left the hidden ruins of the War of Gods in three or two steps, crossed the coastline of the Eastern Continent, and returned to the "outside world."

The next moment, His figure flashed and appeared on the island where Russell's tomb was located.

The gaze of the fallen mother goddess still stays here. The outside world is full of bright sunshine, but this place is filled with blood-like moonlight. Probably because another Black Emperor has become a god and Russell is about to die, the red light here is even a little unstable.

The moon in the sky keeps repeating its waxing and waning changes, and the strange creatures on the island are also rapidly resurrected, decayed, died, and resurrected again with the changes of the moon, even more terrifying and weird than the last time they arrived.

The Mother Goddess was not happy.

To Him, this was the death of a child whom He had watched grow up. Although this son was disobedient and rebellious, He was about to die. Edward came to this conclusion easily and diminished his presence.

He opened his legs and walked in the direction of the mausoleum. Not long after he walked out, a figure appeared in front of him.

The chestnut-haired woman stood not far away and looked at Him. She seemed to be here to greet Him, but her expression could not be said to be like or dislike. She seemed to be welcoming an unfamiliar guest, which reminded Edward of two hundred years ago. She as a girl.

"Hello," He said.

"Hello."

Bernadette's expression and body movements showed that she really didn't want to pay attention to Him: "Dad said you will definitely come, He is waiting for you."

"Oh." Edward followed her forward, "Long time no see. How are you getting along with your father during this time?"

"Dad doesn't want to pay attention to me." Bernadette looked a little disappointed. With her mother still around, her mentality was more similar to that of her younger self. "Probably because of my mother, he has never looked at me with that look. , I remember they had some resentment."

She has obviously confused her biological mother, Ms. Matilda, with the fallen mother goddess, but it is not difficult for Edward to understand, and he does not find it strange that Bernadette appears in front of him. After all, different gods have different authorities. Manifestations.

Bernadette must also be a good daughter to Matilda, so it's not surprising that the mother goddess likes her.

Edward thought for a while: "Do you miss your brother?"

"I miss them very much." Bernadette said softly, "I miss Charles and Bonois very much. I really want to tell them that mother is here. Mother has been waiting for us. I hope they can come back. Mother left us. At that time, Ciel was the saddest..."

While they were talking, they had already arrived outside the mausoleum.

Bernadette suddenly said: "Please wait here."

Edward, who was about to move forward, subconsciously stopped.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise in his ears, and a huge explosion suddenly occurred in Russell's mausoleum in the open space in front. The black stone gate tens of meters high flew like a cannonball, plowing a deep hole on the ground. After leaving deep marks, Edward was directly smashed into the ground!

Half of the stone gate is still standing crookedly on the ground, and the moonlight casts winding shadows on the reliefs on the stone, like incomprehensible inscriptions.

A hand stretched out from the soil on the side of the stone monument. Edward climbed out and shook the soil off his head and body, and couldn't help but say:

"Isn't this welcome a little too warm?"

He raised his head and saw a huge black shadow suddenly enlarged in his eyes, and red cracks opened one after another on the giant arm formed by the shadow, as if countless red crescents suddenly appeared in the black night sky.

"Hello!"

The shadow giant's fist slammed down, smashing the stone tablet into powder, and the entire island suddenly sank two meters!

In the mausoleum that had lost its door, the red moonlight finally shone in and illuminated the person sitting on the throne.

A man named Russell Gustave stood up from the black throne, and the shadows and vines that bound him fell apart. He was no longer an emperor, nor a human being. He only relied on mystical connections and The power of the Mother Goddess sustains her final existence.

He sneered, took one last look at Bernadette who was still willing to help him in the distance, closed his eyes, and opened his arms.

Melted in the red moonlight.

TBC

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sleep!