Chapter 502 Scene

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After hearing these words, Klein looked at the foreign god in front of him again and felt a fantasy feeling like eating Frank's poisonous mushroom.

He now wanted to wash his face with cold water to clear his mind and spirit, but there was only salty and sandy seawater around him.

"...Why don't you go by yourself?"

Klein wanted to be as serious and vigilant as before, but he inexplicably felt as if his emotions were out of control. He couldn't be vigilant and even felt relaxed - he suspected that this was also the influence of external gods and some unknown way. strength.

I saw the foreign god in front of me spreading his hands:

"This is the assessment I gave him. It's more popular... In the words you can better understand, it's his written entrance examination for doctoral degree. If he can't complete this project, he's not considered my student."

"I train them just to see them face a fatal crisis dictated by fate at some stage in the future."

"Whether it is success or failure and death, it is an answer that satisfies me."

Klein wanted to complain, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Asking your students to work on projects, and if they don't do well, they will die. This behavior cannot be said to be strange. It can only be said that your doctoral student has been unlucky for eight lifetimes before meeting you. But it wouldn’t be surprising if the doctoral supervisor was an outsider.

Klein feels more and more that the Old One is a life form that makes him confused, just like the "Hidden Sage and Demon of Knowledge" said that one day the Old One became him, and Qiguang said that He will still be there under special circumstances. Calling themselves "us", the same goes for the alien gods in front of us. They seem to have humanity and yet they don't. They seem to have some common human emotions, but they don't seem to have any.

They are like a collection of instincts, and all their actions are centered on themselves.

It's just that in the process of following their instincts, they will more or less show some "emotions"...

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't save me." The Lord of Diao Ling said, "Actually, I have been observing you when I was in the Land Abandoned by the Gods. I have countless opportunities to kill you. When Amon reacts, your The gaps between the bones should already be overgrown with weeds. But I haven't done anything yet, just to see what kind of changes you can bring to the almost predetermined destiny of the earth."

However, if Klein doesn't make this variable, then the Outer God doesn't feel the need to keep him.

It doesn't matter if you don't save me, the Outer God thought, I've lost a good student and a clone, and you've lost your life and the earth.

If I kill you, the demon of knowledge will fully support Bethel instead of attacking me.

The greatest possibility is that He will take the initiative to arrange the ceremony, directly summon Bethel Abraham back to the earth on the night of the full moon for "resurrection and reshaping", regardless of Bethel Abraham's wishes, and then support Him to go to Mount Honakis to eat "half "A Fool", and then directly go to the spiritual world to find Origin Castle by virtue of his identity and "Fool".

He is bound to go to war with Loen, and when the war begins, he must choose to release the Sons of Chaos. Anyway, the home ground of the followers of the Demon of Knowledge is not here. As long as the Western Continent does not suffer too much damage, He will not care about the life and death of the people in the North and South Continent.

As for the future - the mysteries gradually return, God also returns, the earth is in chaos, what does it have to do with them?

By the time things really got to that point, not to mention them, even the group of people watching outside should have run away after seeing the fun.

As He said himself, the help given to Klein was nothing more than a small effort. There was no expectation that a little angel would repay it, nor was there any expectation that the future Lord of Mysteries would remember this small favor. All he wants is a mysterious master who can help him open the seal and not prevent him from snatching the extraordinary characteristics. Even if he is not on his side, at least he should not be on the side of the God of Thunder.

It's a pity that Klein still has a character that cannot sit idly by.

Therefore, after chatting with Him, the Demon of Knowledge did not get a satisfactory answer, and could not help but think about Bethel.

It just so happens that the Abraham family is willing to submit summoning materials and plans, and most of them support bringing back their ancestors...

Klein thought for a while: "Then you..."

The Outer God interrupted: "If you ask Him again, you will die."

Klein had no choice but to retract his question, but judging from the other party's unworried expression, he felt that the time might not be up yet and things could turn around.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and asked:

"Then how do you want me to save you?"

"Are you trying to be clever?" The Lord of Withering didn't mind very much. "If I come to see him, I still hope that Richard will die, because this world will never make him happy. But you do have a way to save him, as long as you bring happiness Just give him alms.”

Klein frowned and instinctively had a bad premonition.

He looked at the malicious smile of the outer god, and then he realized more deeply that he and Edward Vaughn were the same god with different expressions.

"Give Him alms."

The Outer God whispered: "Mr. Zhou Mingrui, a remnant of the old days, are you willing to see the Highland Republic, which was finally revived, become a colony again? As a descendant of a semi-colonial and semi-feudal country in the old days, you should understand this. means something."

"Not to mention this, Richard has also helped you several times. Well, he defrauded you of your money. Angels that can be bought with money are too cheap."

The Lord of Withering sat on a stone, half covering his mouth with his hand to cover his raised smile:

"From all aspects of performance, you will be a pretty good god, at least with the virtue of being appropriately helpful to believers and turning a blind eye. Your existence reminds me of a god who can completely save this country (completely destroy his future possibilities) The way is..."

Richard had to rely on a god to survive.

"...You go and protect this poor country."

…

In late winter, the clouds are gray, gas resources are restricted due to the war, and the street lights have not yet turned on.

It was already dark at four o'clock, and before five o'clock, it was already dark in Backlund, but the street lights were still not lit.

During the nights when the curfew was strictly enforced in the past few months, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund. Occasionally, carriages passed by, and the passengers were all people with sufficient status. Now, although officers are no longer maintaining the curfew, there are still very few pedestrians on the roads.

Forsi put on a warm woolen jacket and went out to a nearby mailbox to deliver the manuscript, and prepared to buy a newspaper and go back.

Although he was already a mid-level Beyonder, the cold wind blowing in front of him still made Forsi unconsciously pull up his collar and push down the hat on his head, leaving only his two eyes exposed.

In such a dark environment, it is almost impossible to tell that she is a woman without carefully distinguishing her shoes and hair on her back.

"The gas company is becoming more and more stingy..." Fors couldn't help complaining, "I heard that the price is going to increase. The price will increase before December. During the Chinese New Year, ordinary people really still use it. Can you afford gas?”

Complaining softly, another gust of cold wind blew, and Forsi wrapped up her clothes helplessly.

The darkness of the environment did not hinder the Beyonder's vision. Forsi finally waited for a public tram carriage - in this weather, the horses were no longer willing to come out to pull the carriage, and there were fewer carriages that could be boarded and parked anywhere. Only the stagecoach was still running - and the editorial office happened to be near a platform where the tram would stop. So, paying three pennies, she sat on it.

The carriage was narrow and cold, and even the seat cushions were filled with cold air. People were constantly coming in and out and could not keep the heat.

When passing by the charity foundation run by Miss Audrey, Forsi looked out the window and saw that the door was closed, and only the lights in the highest rooms were still on.

This foundation building is one of the few buildings on the street that can provide employees with gas heat and light in the evening.

Warm yellow light shines from several windows facing the road on the second and third floors, illuminating a short section of the road ahead. A few homeless men in thick and ragged clothes huddled together in the corner and dozed off, seemingly hoping that the employees would give away a few coins after get off work.

"Today is a day off, and Miss Audrey shouldn't be here... If Miss Justice walked out of the foundation building and saw homeless people and begging children in the corner, she would definitely be unable to help but give money. "

Seeing this scene, Forsi sighed with emotion and turned his head.

She had seen too much during this time.

Originally, the East End was synonymous with homeless people and poor people, but with the country's economic downturn, there are more and more homeless people in the city.

Soon, the public streetcar was carrying Forth through a block to the editorial office on the edge of Hillstown. On the way, Forsi occasionally looked out the window and thought about what to write in his next article. The carriage was quiet, and no one was in the mood to talk.

While passing a street connecting Hillston and Queens, Fors happened to raise his head and look out the window.

Because at this moment, it was completely dark, and the gas lamps on the roadside lit up one by one, illuminating the people wandering on the roadside.

Forsi looked out the window and saw lights illuminating the street and the city, but the doors of the street shops were closed, and only one shop was lit up after a long interval. Backlund didn't seem to wake up from the winter afternoon, but instead showed a tired look.

Forsi's writer's nerve was touched, and she subconsciously made a gesture of grabbing a pen. Some vague intentions and words that could not be formed into sentences flashed through her mind. After a few seconds, she pressed her temples and sat down slowly. Sighed.

"When will things get better..."

…

"Hurry up, it's almost dinner time, hurry up and deliver the ingredients and the wine that was just delivered to the winery today."

"For today's dinner, the Earl chose beef supplied from the manor outside the city as the main course, as well as game and fruits and vegetables from the fiefdom. These were all shipped urgently in the morning. If they were damaged, we would have to sell them all together. Can’t afford to pay.”

"These fruits and vegetables will be used to make tomato consommé and potato pancakes before meals."

“Beef with oyster sauce or caviar?”

"This is the menu. For dessert, the lady's favorite fruit cake is ready, as well as a traditional pie."

"Hey, this is the table wine produced by the castle in East Chester County. Who brought it over? What the Earl and Lady requested is the sparkling wine from Winter County. Send it over quickly, it's in the alley next to it... Cutlery, head maid, are the cutlery ready?"

"Okay, today's dishes will be paired with the set of sterling silver and gold tableware. Go ahead and set them up. We still have an hour."

High above the Hall's luxurious villa, a door opened silently, and the figure of "Secret Saint" Botis appeared at the door. He observed for a moment vigilantly, but did not come out immediately.

As soon as he arrived, he noticed that there were three mid-level Beyonders protecting the mansion, and they were all from the Church of the Night. The security force is very sufficient without the demigods, making it almost impossible to encounter any danger.

Botis stood by the door and walked out after confirming that the place was completely safe. He carefully hid in the dark and watched the Hall family's mansion.

The servants below are preparing the count's family's dinner in an orderly manner. They are well-trained and carry all kinds of expensive and fresh ingredients in and out. They work together beautifully. Although their conversation was clearly heard by Botis, the real voices of those people were so low that it was difficult to hear them clearly even if they were passing by. Basic communication was conveyed only by eyes and body movements.

Even if Abraham declines, it can still be considered a good middle- and upper-class family everywhere, with a superior living standard. Members who survive to adulthood and can be promoted can obtain real estate and many shares.

But compared with the luxurious style of the Hall family, Botis felt that those pedantic old guys were still very frugal and old-fashioned.

If they were just secular nobles, no matter how big they were, Botis would not care. He would not even mind killing them casually, and would directly enter the treasury to plunder them. But he has been cautious so far and has not gone too far in every move. This is because Miss Hall of the Hall family is a genius who can be promoted to demigod.

Demigod, power, this is the real wealth and status protection of the family.

After observing the servants' reactions for a while, Botis touched his chin and came up with a guess:

"These people did not notice Miss Hall's absence. In fact, Miss Hall at home could still respond and act normally."

"It seems that this girl is not simple. She should have a companion, or a sealed object such as a 'secret puppet' or a 'substitute', who can act on her behalf when she travels... However, the sealed object will be like this High intelligence?"

After thinking for a moment, Botis couldn't come up with an answer. He could only understand that Miss Hall was probably not simple.

In addition to the Psychological Alchemy Society, there may be other organizational channels.

"Since she's going to use a substitute, it should only be a short-term outing. It's almost dinner now. Can her substitute eat?"

"Then I'll just wait for her to come back. There's no need to take risks in the Southern Continent and gamble on that life-saving favor."

Botis sat safely on the roof and decided to wait and see.

At the same time, in Audrey's room, Susie, who had once again dealt with the maid's questions, was already a little anxious.

It couldn't help but want to walk back and forth in the house to relieve its anxiety, but it was worried that Anne, the personal maid outside the door, would hear the difference in its footsteps.

"Audrey, shouldn't you be back by now?"

It anxiously went back and forth between the bathroom, bathroom and study room, but it never saw any sign of the ritual magic being activated again. And Audrey's body was still lying on the bed, sleeping comfortably in the soft silk quilt, breathing evenly.

"Audrey, what happened...will you be okay?"

…

"There's no sign of the water receding," Sharon said.

Maric nodded, and the waist-deep water pushed the raft carrying more than a dozen children to a higher shelter: "It's still rising."

Sharon is floating in the sky. She is still floating like a ghost in a simple black and white sarong. She uses her extraordinary ability to control two other boats filled with young and old. She looks better than Maric, who has almost turned into a clay figure. Much cleaner and more decent.

She frowned slightly:

"Why don't you use the resentful soul state?"

"It is said that walking in sewage is easy to get sick. If you scratch your legs and feet, you will get infected and even die."

Maric was startled for a moment: "I was in such a hurry to collect the food that I forgot. It doesn't matter, don't be in a hurry. Once all these children are sent over, I will use the resentful soul to save people later."

"You're right, it's too dangerous for them to walk in the water and accidents can easily happen."

Sharon nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly saw the color of the space next to her become brighter. Immediately afterwards, a tall man wearing the traditional robes of the Highland Kingdom appeared in mid-air. He briefly appeared from the spirit world, holding a young woman in a white coat in his hand very impolitely. She seemed to be dressed as a doctor.

"No one is indulgent." The tall man in black robe glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Sharon's face, and whispered, "No one is restrained."

Sharon was slightly unhappy.

The orange-haired doctor looked over and was slightly surprised when he saw Sharon. Then he looked at Maric, even more surprised.

"The extraordinary people here are in very stable condition, just leave it to them." The tall man in black robe immediately took the doctor away after reading it. At the moment when the spiritual world channel was closed again, Sharon seemed to hear the doctor say Say something.

"It's a little different from what I imagined..."

Audrey recalled the two people she had just seen, almost unable to believe that they were members of the Temperance Sect that Mr. World had mentioned. In Mr. World's description, the quiet and reserved "Miss Sharon" who is always neatly and decently dressed wears civilian clothes and carries women and children, while the "Mr. Maric" who likes to play cards with himself stands there. Pushing children covered in mud in the muddy water.

After a while, she couldn't help but want to laugh again:

"Not only them, but also me, have become very... very..."

"Not like myself anymore."

Just as her mood became better, Tawfiq, who was holding her while traveling through the spirit world, suddenly stopped.

"The space in front is blocked."

Taufik stretched out his hand and swung it forward hard, as if his fist hit something, and the transparent air in front of him was slightly dented. Taufik continued to exert force, and this "membrane" became more and more dented, and finally became a deep pit, but it was never broken.

"We have met the enemy."

He retracted his fist, looked unkind, and said again: "Be careful, don't stay too far away from me."

Audrey's face became more serious than ever before. She nodded, her eyes turned golden, and she was ready to deal with it.

Then, she saw Tawfik shaking his head unnaturally and muttering something. At the same time, she also heard a requiem that seemed to echo in the wilderness, distant and peaceful, like a lullaby that her mother and older maid would hum when she was young.

But Audrey woke up the moment she fell into a deep sleep, and after waking up, her heart quickly sank to the bottom.

She knew this voice all too well.

Just by hearing this vague voice, Audrey could completely outline the image of the other party in her mind.

She had participated in many prayers and sacramental activities led by the owner of this voice. She had listened to his sermons and speeches. After she became a director of a charitable foundation and helped many people during the war, she , the owner of this voice also praised her.

Their opponent is the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese.

Saint Anthony.

TBC

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Boom!

The third thunderbolt fell and once again hit the figure standing on the top of the mountain.

This time, the thunder finally broke his bones, causing him to fall down and fall into the gravel and earth pile formed by the collapsed mountain peak.

Torzner was silent, lying on his back in the muddy puddle, letting his simple ascetic robes, which were completely patched, soaked in the rain and muddy water, while he looked at the cloudy sky above his head. God's punishment is so far away and so weak that it is not worth mentioning.

The thunder left behind by the God of Thunder's divine power caused his "lightning rod" to completely collapse in just three strikes.

In a short period of time, there should be no fourth thunderbolt... If there is, then it will probably smash itself to pieces the moment it falls.

After a moment of silence, the bound god habitually endured the pain of bone and flesh regeneration, and climbed up from the ground without a word or expression. The rain quickly washed away the mud and blood on his body, and outlined the outline of his face. A weak and thin body.

Every time the bound god took a step, his body became more illusory. After three steps, he had completely disappeared and entered the realm of the spirit world.

He has one more thing to do. (End of chapter)