Chapter 1,260 The Price Given by Fate (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1261 The price given by fate (please vote for me)

‘The smooth sailing you have had all along is a gift from fate, and now it is about to take back its price. ’

He Ao stared at the shining figure, and at the huge and majestic phantom outlined behind the shining figure.

Just by staring at the phantom, he could feel countless overlapping hymns ringing in his ears.

The phantom was not facing him, but directly into the huge gray eyes in the sky.

"well···"

He Ao stared at the figure suspended in the air and also at the huge phantom.

His throat tore, and he let out a hoarse sigh.

"Are you... here now, or..."

He scratched his throat and continued to ask in a low voice.

"You can also regard me as your teacher. I basically have all his memories, of course,"

The glorious figure raised his head and looked at He Ao calmly, "You also think that I am, order itself."

After hearing His words, He Ao said nothing.

A little sadness appeared between his eyebrows.

"Oh--"

He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

If the gods don’t care about the sacrifices of believers, the strength of believers, and the efforts of believers without asking for anything in return, then He probably cares about the believers themselves.

Now, there is no old agent, nor the ambitious 'next patriarch' of the Church of Order, only the angelic incarnation of the God of Order.

The ladder to heaven may not necessarily lead to heaven, it may also lead to hell.

Sizzling——

A violent sound, like flames burning flesh and blood, echoed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, above the sky, even though the gray eyes have been completely sealed by the 'crystal' made of regular lines, the violent sound still rings in everyone's ears.

Gray-white light continued to emerge from the void, like concentrated sulfuric acid, rapidly tearing at the solidified crystal in the sky.

Obviously, the power of the crystal did not expect that the gray eyes would invest so much power. At this moment, its own power to seal the gray eyes was being rapidly consumed.

"It seems that the God of Knowledge is paying close attention to you. I can feel His anger and power."

The glorious figure looked at He Ao, "But He doesn't seem to care about your life. With such a huge power, it will be difficult for you to survive."

He raised his hand, "It's a pity. As the core part of the ceremony, you must die in my hands before this body can be fully promoted to an angel."

He Ao stared at the glorious figure. He could clearly feel the cold oppression emanating from the huge phantom behind Guanghui that was fighting against his good friends. It seemed to be a pure essential order without any emotion. .

Although He was planning all this, He Ao could feel His indifference hanging high in the sky, just like humans looking at ants without caring.

But the glorious figure still maintains a certain 'character', and even inherited the old agent's chatty attributes.

Of course, this character itself is very awkward, and coupled with his almost emotionless tone, it's more like an emotionless being trying to act more like a 'human'.

Moreover, the glorious figure does not seem to be completely integrated with the God of Order. He does not seem to have gained much knowledge and memory from the God of Order. Of course, it is also possible that he cannot withstand the power of these mystics.

At the same time, he had just summoned the power of the God of Order. He Ao could feel the traces of the ritual. It was most likely the old agent's previous arrangement. He might be able to omit some steps, but he could not omit them completely.

The incarnation of a god is both a god and not a god.

He Ao didn't know whether it was only the God of Order or all the gods, but the current situation also meant that the incarnations of the gods might not be 'immortal'.

He Ao held his palm, and a twisted purple 'K' pattern emitting light purple light and intertwined with sinuous lines slowly appeared on the back of his hand.

"I know you're thinking about the comeback, kid,"

The radiant figure raised his hand, and the yellow light in the sky suddenly became intense, and the light emitted became even more intense. "But you have no chance. Using your own flesh and blood as the base, you can only carve a ritual circle pointing to the gods."

Along with that cold voice, the glorious figure withdrew some of the lines that filled the sky, and the pressure covering He Ao doubled again, squeezing He Ao's throat, like two walls closing back and forth, almost killing him. The whole body was flattened.

The power of divine consciousness instantly covered the surface of He Ao's body, resisting this terrifying pressure and preventing him from being directly crushed into a meat pie.

But in this state, he could no longer say anything.

After summoning the power of the true God of Order, the radiant figure itself seemed to have increased even more.

Even though he said that He Ao had no chance, the glorious figure still wanted to block any possibility of He Ao starting the ceremony.

Even this sudden increase in pressure is an attack in itself. If He Ao didn't have the protection of his spiritual consciousness, he would be crushed into a meat pie.

As the incarnation of a god, the glorious figure acts as cautiously and cunningly as the old agent. He is even more ruthless and indifferent than the old agent.

"Tenacious vitality,"

The glorious figure trembled, and the calm and indifferent voice echoed in the night, "Thank you for summoning the God of Knowledge for me and improving the completion of the ritual for me. However, before the knowledge is torn off the seal, you will become the last brick of my ritual."

He Ao raised his eyes and stared at the glorious figure above his head. He couldn't breathe, and he was basically unable to breathe.

But the terrifying vitality of Class B still maintained his will and survival.

His fingers trembled slightly, and some blood scabs fell from the back of his hand, revealing a somewhat weird pattern of countless lines entangled together.

Just exposing a corner of this pattern can vaguely evoke people's beautiful fantasies.

This is the rune pointing to the 'Dream Phantom'.

From the time he exchanged [Dream Phantom] to the time he arrived at the top floor of Dumer National Cemetery, He Ao had actually been trying to communicate with the pattern of the Dream Phantom. With the experience of [Usurper] and [Life Grace], he had already touched some of the painting techniques of the pattern.

[Dream Phantom] is mixed with a lot of power of the Witch of Desire, and the Winding Hill is the main body.

So the last rune has some soft lines of the Witch of Desire's heart-shaped emblem, and some messy windings from the Winding Hill.

He Ao waited until he had completely figured out the pattern before stepping on the last step.

Of course, from beginning to end, he actually never used this pattern.

He could only rely on inspiration, intuition and the faint invisible connection to determine that this pattern was useful.

At this moment, he completely calmed down and tried to activate this rune.

A little hazy light appeared on the back of his hand, outlining countless twisted and winding patterns. In the end, these patterns were combined together to form a somewhat weird 'K' shape that seemed to trigger countless beautiful fantasies.

At this moment, He Ao's will seemed to be divided into two.

One part stayed in this dream city, and the other part arrived between a piece of twisted lines.

These lines were ‘immersed’ in the diffused purple fog that could not distinguish up, down, left, and right. In the flashes, they formed a vague human figure.

At this moment, He Ao’s will was also integrated with these lines.

The twisted and crazy whispers accompanied by fragmented knowledge rushed into the depths of He Ao’s consciousness and tore his reason at the moment when He Ao’s will was integrated.

These whispers were messy and mixed. He Ao could vaguely feel the traces of the winding hills from them, but in such a short time, he could not distinguish useful information from these whispers.

Ignoring these whispers, looking around with the body of the lines, everything around was surprisingly quiet. It seemed that this was a space that did not exist in the world, and only dense purple fog covered the surroundings.

These mists made He Ao feel unusually familiar, as if this was a part of ‘his’ body.

However, He Ao could not carefully sense the existence of the thick fog at this moment. He did not exchange the use time of [Dream Phantom]. At this moment, he just used the rune that communicated with [Dream Phantom] to briefly place his will on these lines.

His consciousness quickly swept through these peaceful thick fog and lines. With a thought, the diffuse power instantly followed his connection with ‘Sote’, crossed time and space, and descended on Sote’s body.

Countless twisted purple lines crossed time and space, entwined on the dream city between reality and illusion, and a little thick fog filled around these lines.

But just when these lines were about to cross the city and merge into ‘Sote’s’ body.

He Ao directly interrupted the descent.

For ordinary descent ceremonies, it is almost impossible for the person holding the ceremony to forcibly interrupt it after the ceremony is established, because descent is a matter for both parties. When the ceremony is established, the initiative is in the hands of the high-level existence being pointed to.

But in this ‘descent’, both parties of the ceremony are He Ao himself, so he can forcibly cut off the ceremony.

As the ritual was cut off, He Ao's will was also quickly withdrawing from the body of [Dream Phantom]. He could clearly feel that the twisted lines scattered in the void were quickly dissipating, which was equivalent to the complete waste of the power he had initially descended.

But at the same time, he could also feel that around the twisted lines, part of the purple fog that was originally entangled with the lines squirmed at the moment when the lines disappeared.

A vast and terrifying gaze, as if it could affect countless emotions, emerged from the end of the fog and looked at He Ao, whose consciousness was being withdrawn from [Dream Phantom].

The thick purple fog around him surged rapidly, turning into a twisted force, trying to retain He Ao's will.

But these surging fogs were still a step late. At the moment they surged, He Ao's will had already been completely withdrawn from here.

And at the moment after He Ao left, an illusory and slender figure emerged from the twisted fog and looked up at the twisted human figure constructed by the lines.

Then He turned his gaze and looked at the deepest part of the twisted fog and deep space.

Between the gap between the virtual and the real.

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