Chapter 88 Two mythical creatures chatting about each other

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Round tower, inside the chief room.

The “shadow” that monitored Derrick’s entire process described what happened exactly. Colin Iliad, who had gray hair and a scar on his face, listened quietly and nodded gently:

"Derrick or Amon had indeed made preparations in advance. Candles engraved with symbolic symbols, evil objects that could expose the problem to Dak, whispered prayers under the pretext of pouring water, and finally sent away the object.

The sacrificial ceremony shows that the whole thing is developing according to his plan."

"Two questions, first, who does the secret symbol on the candle point to, Amon's true body or the god behind him? Second, why would Amon not want this clone, but let the exploration team's abnormality be exposed, because he and the curtain

The one at the back is a sworn enemy? Then why did he stay quietly in Silver City for forty-two years?"

"Did he predict this incident in advance, so he deliberately met the previous exploration team and let the clones reside in their bodies to destroy the plot of the person behind the curtain? This is what he has been waiting for for forty-two years.

this moment?"

Upon hearing the chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said: "Maybe this is true!"

"'Chief' Sir, think about it, why did Amon wait patiently for forty-two years, but after Derrick locked him next door, Yudel suddenly lost control? Because the time in the prophecy is coming, and he is in a hurry to change.

The parasitic object that can move freely destroys the plans of the one behind the curtain!"

"Indeed, we only thought about what was wrong with Derrick and didn't consider the timing."

Silver City "Chief" Colin responded thoughtfully.

The "Shadow" monitor immediately said: "Your Excellency 'Chief', please immediately control all members of this exploration team. There is definitely something wrong with them! There is also Elder Lovia, there is a high possibility that she has also been contaminated!"

Colin frowned slightly and said: "Before you reported this matter, and even before Dak went out, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of the exploration team were contaminated by something.

It is recommended that some surveillance be done secretly, and if necessary, they can be assigned to guard the inverted tomb of Elder Harwick."

Harvick, the former "chief" of Silver City, built himself a mausoleum deep underground. After that, he lived in it and appeared less and less. Eventually, the door was closed and could never be opened again.

"Elder Lovia has mentioned the abnormality a long time ago?" the "Shadow" monitor asked in surprise. After receiving a positive answer, he whispered half puzzled and half relaxed: "As long as there is no problem with Elder Lovia."

"I have sent people to control the members of the exploration team, but we cannot ignore other possibilities."

"By the way, is there anything unusual about Mr. and Mrs. Skold?"

"No." The monitor shook his head quickly, "They have been living a normal life, hunting and patrolling. Their child is still growing very fast. According to the doctor, it is almost four months old now."

"okay, I get it."

"Chief" Colin breathed out and said: "Let Avro come over, and I will interrogate Derrick Berg with her."

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Lovia was silent, sitting in her room, holding the skull tightly in her hands, as if she wanted to get some warmth from it.

She thought that she must have made a mistake. Those foods were not items given by God, nor were they the same thing as the mural that allowed her to gain faith but retain her sanity. Her team members had indeed become compatriots, but

At the same time, they seem to have lost a lot of things, such as self and rationality... They are no longer themselves. This method is wrong. It is not the correct way to communicate with the Lord, and it cannot spread the faith smoothly. Instead, more than ten young people have been in vain.

The world lost its life due to its own mistakes.

I made a mistake, I killed them. Lovia slowly lowered her head, hid her face in the shadow, and hugged her husband's skull tightly.

But tens of seconds later, she raised her head again, her eyes firm.

The verdict of the six-person council has not yet arrived, and she still has some things to do. She wants to inform the great lord of the information about the mysterious existence. She put the skull aside, broke off her left hand with her right hand, and left the flesh and blood

She squirmed and tried to reconnect. While silently reciting the prayer she had just heard from Dak through flesh magic and occult science, she broke off the fingers of her left hand one by one, put it into her mouth, and bit it extremely hard.

and flesh and blood crunching in the mouth.

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Backlund, the Aurora Society's stronghold, inside the underground temple.

Mr. A, wearing a hooded black robe, knelt quietly in front of the hanging giant statue and did not move for a long time. This was his daily evening prayer on time. After finishing the day's work, he would come here on time.

, meditate and be silent for a long time under the image of the Lord, seeking inner peace.

Last week's tragic failure forced him to rest for two days. Fortunately, he also missed the Aurora Club's first outstanding employee commendation meeting. There was no need to look at Z's grin that stretched to the back of his head. After being able to go to the ground, A secretly swore that this

The number one in the moon must be yourself! From now on, it must be yours too! I won’t let Z get lucky again! The Lord’s talisman must belong to you!

Suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm. He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.

Gulu!

Mr. A's throat squirmed and he swallowed the bitten finger into his stomach. His body suddenly trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible person.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood flowing from the wound.

Those words are not the giant language that can leverage the power of nature, the dragon language, nor the Hermes language used for sacrifices, but the most common and ordinary Rune language. The bright red color condenses quickly, and the words are pieced together.

A few words:

"turn up:

“A fool who is not of this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck.

"The Beloved and the Believers are in Backlund."

As the content of "God's Revelation" ended, Mr. A stopped shaking, and a brand new finger squirmed out of the wound.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written, with the corners of his mouth curling up little by little in the shadows.

"Only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated on the ground, seeming to have found the meaning of existence again.

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Amon played with the Rubik's Cube enthusiastically.

Although with the ability of a decipherer, he could see the fastest way to restore it at a glance, he was now learning how to get pleasure from monotonous behaviors, so he selectively forgot the solution he had just solved, and twisted it one by one.

I am obsessed with the Rubik's Cube and am not very skilled in restoring the first side. I am thinking hard about how to restore the second side.

There is no plastic in this world. The Rubik's Cube is made of metal and is heavy to hold. When twisted, there is obvious resistance to the rotation of each frame. The clicking sound of the mechanical bearings is very decompressing.

After finally putting together the first and second sides, Amon suddenly found that the corner of the first side had moved to the corner of the other side. If he brought it back, the second side that had just been completed would return to its original shape.

Before liberation. Amon was stunned. Amon felt that this was also a part of learning. Amon thought hard and scratched his head. Amon thought to no avail, but he didn't want to see the standard answer he had decrypted, so he picked up the hammer.

"That was the second Rubik's Cube invented by Emperor Russell."

Edward discovered Amon's attempt to cheat, and reminded him coolly: "The first one was destroyed in the fire, and the third one was saved by the Church of Steam. He only made three with his own hands, and only the one living outside.

The second one is highly sought after. The current auction price of the second Rubik's Cube is almost two million pounds, which is enough to buy a Sequence 3 Beyonder Character."

"Is this worth me?" Amon put down the hammer reluctantly, "It can't be stolen, and it has no extraordinary properties. It's not even a sealed object. How can something with a mere two hundred years of history be sold because of its added meaning?

The price is sky-high and human values ​​are really hard to understand.”

After saying that, he put down the Rubik's Cube, stood up and stretched, walked to the bed and looked outside: "I have been imprisoned by you for 158 years. After I came out, I felt that the world has not changed much, that is, there are more people and the factory is bigger.

At one point, even the layout of the newspaper has not been changed. And there is no interesting news here. I kind of want to go back to your throne and continue to study the history, culture and real games of the old era."

"If you are so greedy for my console and switch, just switch to Ancient Scholar and play with historical projection."

"That's only fifteen minutes."

Amon pinched his eye sockets and sat down on the sill reserved for the bay window. He leaned half of his body on the glass, looking down and into the distance at the streets and people in the Jowood District. The sky was almost always shrouded in yellow-grey.

Haze, which is composed of incompletely burned coal and dust from various chemical products, is the main culprit that reduces the average life span of the Backlund population.

After the haze, the white light of the sun loomed faintly. At nine o'clock in the morning, it didn't need to be much brighter in the evening. From a distance, you could see the white marble exterior wall of the Holy Wind Cathedral and the spire that shot straight into the sky: "Fifteen minutes is not enough for me to finish one

Where’s the boss? I heard that several cathedrals in the Church of Storms will leave gaps in certain places to simulate the sounds of wind and waves, just like the echo in the conch. I don’t know if it’s true.”

"There is indeed such craftsmanship."

Edward naturally picked up on this sudden turn of the topic: "They will also make irregular pearls and conches into amulets. Storms and the sea are always closely connected, and the carrier can reflect the violent wind."

"In ancient times, when humans could not control thunder and lightning, long wooden boxes with iron balls would be used in churches. The sound of rolling iron balls, coupled with the natural echo and amplification effects in the church, were used to simulate thunder."

Amon showed an expression of "I see" and "It's really interesting." He seemed to want to go to a certain church.

After a while, he said: "Sure enough, I still have no interest in human beings at all. Even if I know that kindness is beautiful, gentleness and kindness can make people gain connections and praise, I still can't empathize with it."

"What is the use of those praises? Assuming there is a good person, then this good person will have two possibilities, one is to seek fame and reputation, and the other is the so-called innate kindness. If he is seeking fame and reputation, then I think it is understandable. After all, human beings promote virtue.

Sometimes there is a saying that "people must live for themselves". But if he is a naturally good person, even if he only has ten soles, he will give one sole to others without asking for anything in return.

Well, it should be difficult for such a kind-hearted poor person, or even a kind-hearted ordinary person, to live to grow up, right?"

"Um."

Edward listened to the typist express his opinions. Of course, he was no longer dressed as a typist now. He wore the classical wizard robe and pointed wide-brimmed hat that Amon always had, but he ingeniously changed the rim of his monocle.

It has become a new style with hollow carved gold and wing-shaped decoration, which looks noble, elegant and trendy.

Edward got himself a cup of hot milk, and Amon stole it naturally, so Edward got himself another cup. During the process, he suddenly closed his eyes, spent two seconds listening to something, and then showed a somewhat puzzled expression.
To be continued...