Chapter 460 A unique choice

Author: Tianxu Aurora

Chapter 460 A unique choice

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Backlund, late at night.

Audrey, who felt that the potion had been digested a little more, actively used "dream travel" to leave her mansion and enter various dreams in the surrounding area.

When she realized that the preferential treatment from Intis relatives came from her own strength, she was even more eager to go further.

While "traveling" like this, she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This is a noble lady with whom she has a good relationship. She is 29 years old and got married the year before last to a viscount.

At this time, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room, the bed was white, a pair of heart-shaped rings were placed, and there was a knocking sound coming from the window.

The lady's cheeks flushed, she walked quickly and opened the window.

A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, hugged the lady, and whispered:

"I will take you away from pain."

Then, the two started to get entangled in various ways and rolled all the way to the bed.

As a "dream walker" who is struggling to digest the potion, Audrey has already seen similar scenes, passed the shy stage, and lamented that everyone's dreams are really colorful and full of imagination. At this time,

She didn't lose her composure at all, maintaining the etiquette that an "audience" should have, as if she was witnessing an extreme drama.

After a brief inspection, she discovered a problem:

The man wearing the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more like a playboy in the aristocratic circle.

"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in my heart?" Audrey said to herself with an academic attitude of dream analysis.

Audrey couldn't help but exit the dream, wanting to see the viscount and his wife's state in reality.

In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the big white bed, the Viscount hugged his wife, and his wife hugged him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, you must realize that everyone has a dark side. If you are 'convicted' simply by the dreams you have had and the thoughts you have in a moment, everyone will fall into hell. No one is immune, including myself... Just like

Extraordinaries on the 'Prisoner' path, including me, can understand, recognize and control their dark side so that it can never enter reality. For most people, that's pretty good..."

Audrey increasingly feels that playing the role of "Dream Walker" is a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She entered the dreamland again and "traveled" to other areas.

Not long after, she came to a warm "room".

There is a thick carpet here, a dining table is placed, and the host is an old lady with gray hair.

On both sides of her were a middle-aged man and woman and three underage children. They were all lighting candlelight, tasting delicious food, talking and laughing, and were very happy.

Outside the room, it was dark and deep, and the strong wind made the glass rattle, brewing the feeling of terror before disaster struck.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about?" Audrey exited the dream, trying to find answers from reality and verify her speculation.

She then saw a small bed and the old lady with gray hair.

On the bedside table of this old lady, there are photo frames one after another. They are either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers. They are of a middle-aged couple and three underage children.

Audrey turned her head in silence and looked out the window, only to see the ruins left by the bombing near the house.

The noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.

She did not try to prevent the possible disaster, but just materialized a chair, sat next to it, and looked at the happy and warm family seriously and intently.

Amid the whistling wind and shaking glass, the lights in the room were bright, the food was fragrant, and laughter continued.

Audrey summarized the following rules for playing "Dream Walker":

"The traveler in the dreamland has been here, seen it, recorded it but did not interfere. He is just an 'audience'."

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sun.

Light, warmth, vitality and new hope.

People looked expectantly at the divine messenger on the high platform. For the people of the land abandoned by the gods, there is no more noble and beautiful symbol than this.

When the black mist no longer floated out from the entire Moon City residents, Klein gradually stopped pouring spirituality into the cross. Watching the golden cross in his hand gradually dissipate the light, like the second time at dusk and sunset.

When it comes, people's eyes show reluctance, and they also have expectations for the next development.

They all knew in their hearts that after displaying the authority and promises of the Sun God, the next step was to symbolize the "Fool".

But no one knew that the "Angel of the Fool", who had been leading the progress of the festival with a calm and even distant attitude, was now stuck.

According to "Cline Moretti's" one of the few experiences of participating in a large-scale sacramental ceremony, when the bishop finishes the first phase of his speech, the second phase of the atmosphere should be enhanced by the choir or the scheduled speaker.

, at the same time, the band will start playing, and the bishop and the extraordinary people of the church will also use some extraordinary means to influence the crowd, so that everyone's spirituality will resonate, and further strengthen the faith in people's hearts... Klein's eyes glanced left again.

Look, there is no atmosphere group, no choir, and no band here.

The difficulty of compiling hymns is still a bit too high for me... Klein even learned "Apocalypse of the Night" while rushing to release Dwayne Dantès. It is not right to just copy and change the lyrics now.

It's difficult, but it's possible to stutter when speaking.

There might be someone in Yuecheng who could compose hymns, but this would make him appear to be a failure as a missionary.

In this situation, is silence better than stammering or pausing for a moment?

Gehrman Sparrow is a ruthless fanatic with a missionary image. How about I give the high priest a look and let him think of a solution?

The answer must be given as soon as possible, otherwise they will collectively pray to Amon in their hearts!

Klein let the sunlight gradually disappear in his hands, and put on a serious expression, leaving this blank time to everyone's imagination. Of course, the residents of Moon City would not question the behavior of the divine envoy. In their eyes,

Whatever the divine messenger did was God's will. Only a young man wearing a monocle pushed up his glasses with a half-smile, observing the performance of Mr. "Fool".

"Are you planning to make up a new honorary name and separate the direction of the main body?"

He had completely seen Klein's thoughts, so the smile on his face gradually turned evil: "It's useless. Even if you change the content, I can still deceive other people. If you really use your honorary name to separate yourself from the original body, I can still deceive others."

To distinguish them, I can also use grafting..."

"Although there are no angels here, by gathering the power of all the clones, I can reach the level of an angel in terms of strength."

"Mr. Fool, you gave me Origin Castle, why don't you just quietly struggle in a corner with your destiny, waiting for Him to wake up in you in the future, and then come to the land abandoned by God to save these people Woolen cloth?"

"Maybe it's because he wants to."

Amon was just talking to himself, not expecting anyone to answer him, but someone squeezed into his row from the crowd and answered his words casually.

Amon's eyes suddenly opened wide and he slowly looked in that direction.

The Lord of Withering showed him the most polite eight-tooth smile recorded in "Human Etiquette - The Decline King", and then quickly put away the smile, imitating Amon's mocking smile just now. Expression: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I still miss you little bastards. What am I talking about? You didn't cooperate with my investigation before, so now I'm going to trouble you."

After scaring Amon, he looked up at Klein in a good mood.

"What's the reason? I probably feel that the people here are miserable and pitiful. I have accepted the request of the true Creator, so I have an obligation to save them. You may not understand, but according to my observation, this is how human beings are."

"I can understand, isn't it just for the anchor?"

"That's probably the case, but there are also other reasons. Humans are very complex creatures. You can't understand it just by thinking about it." The smile on the outer god's face deepened, "Or, do you want to try being a human? Feel?"

Amon pinched his eyes and shook his head.

At this moment, Klein on the stage had been silent for nearly half a minute. As a transitional link, it was almost over.

Amon stared at the Outer God, wanting to see what he could do to help. However, he saw the other person looking left and right, and suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a strange-looking harp from nowhere.

"I can't sing, so I just applied for off-field assistance."

The Lord of Wither blinked at Amon: "And I know that my off-site aid will not refuse to record this epic scene."

Amon frowned: "You are not at Sequence 4 now, and you don't even have divinity..."

In a land where there is no way to connect to the spiritual world and no prayers will be answered, come here with such a tattered container to provoke us. Do you have other means to confidently and confidently equate the total power of angels to that of angels? Kill us all?

What's more, even if they kill us, they can still find a way to pass on the information to the main body on the Source Castle!

"Look at what you said... divinity, isn't it our nature?" The smile on the outer god's face became more and more fake, but he still educated Amon patiently, "I didn't choose the demigod container because of that It will limit my divinity to the demigod level."

"Can't you tell the difference between impurities and essence?"

While speaking, He reached out and plucked the strings, as if he was testing the sound.

"Whether this is a song that declares doom or a new unfinished epic... It depends on which of you will win in the end."

He whispered. The moment this voice sounded, everyone's hearts and minds seemed to be stirred. Even Klein himself was no exception. An indescribable voice sounded directly in everyone's heart. deep in the heart.

This voice sounded like a man, a woman, an old man, a child, the wind, or an animal. It was strange and beautiful, like a spiritual resonance. It could not be described accurately at all, even

It's not even clear whether human language was used, and when people try to recall it, they find they can't repeat even a single syllable.

“Close your eyes, we are still suffering;

“My body is exhausted and I don’t know how the future will unfold;

"O God, please answer our prayers and listen to our cries. If salvation is far away, where should we go..."
To be continued...