More memory fragments flooded Commodus like snowflakes. They were more turbulent and chaotic than Naira's memory. Many emotions fermented together and became as violent as boiling. Along with it, there was a tidal wave of
breath.
Griffith's whole body trembled, and he intuitively felt that he was being stared at by an astonishing existence, which was so oppressive that it made him despair, and it was somewhat familiar.
The air seemed to be filled with incomprehensible danger. Griffith and Aaron were at a loss for a moment and could only continue to hold on.
Without any warning, a deep, hoarse, piercing loud noise suddenly erupted in the darkness. It was deeply engraved in the memory of everyone present and will never be forgotten.
That sound definitely did not originate from any human throat, because human vocal cords would never produce such an abnormal and distorted sound. Although these sounds unmistakably came from the cracks in the cliff above their heads, Griffith would rather say that it
It comes from the endless abyss. It can't even be called a sound, because that kind of terrifying, low tone exerts a profound influence on human consciousness and fear, which is far more complex than the simple vibrations heard by the ears.
Ingenious; but humans have to call it sound, because although it is vague, it irrefutably forms words with certain meanings.
The sound was very loud, almost as loud as the rumble of the moving earth veins and the thunder echoing in the sky. However, no one could see what made the sound.
A low, hoarse, creepy voice echoed in the sky. What kind of darkness is it that can bring fear and shadows like despair to people? What kind of bottomless abyss is it that has such an unrivaled consciousness? Is it possible?
Is it a mysterious evil that has been dormant for a long time? Right now, it is gathering strength, turning the loud noise into a coherent one, gradually turning it into a straightforward, complete and final madness.
"I'm waiting for you, here you come.
"Your kingdom is falling apart.
"Come find me, you don't know what is burning deep in your soul.
"You know, this world is actually hopeless..."
What is this! Griffith wailed in his heart, but he was unconsciously aware of the nature of the sound.
This is the "Lord" entrenched in the dark abyss, who once lived in a giant conch! He is the incarnation of the Lord of the Meng Realm in the Void Realm. He escaped from the cage of flesh and blood not long ago and actually came here.
He does not have a suitable body to walk in the world, and is always looking for a suitable container!
Now, He has chosen his target, the prince of Bajeran!
"No, I can not……"
Commodus had fallen to his knees, holding his head and groaning in pain. However, his will and body had been tortured in this underground dark world.
The master's will laughed ferociously. He seemed to be taunting his prey, gradually using his own methods.
Commodus's memory fragments showed scenes that he could not have seen with his own eyes. Assassins infiltrated the royal council, the king was injured, the Praetorian Guards hunted, the provincial legions were ordered to enter Bayerland, and the Senate promulgated a taxation and trade bill...
Armed crowds occupied the barricades and raised banners against the king and the Senate...
These were recent events in Bayerland that Commodus would never have witnessed with his own eyes.
"Note that this is not Commodus's consciousness. There is some existence that is tempting him," Aaron said. "Commodus' power is the power of the Holy Light, but this abnormal aura is clearly the intervention of another god."
Immediately afterwards, Griffith saw the nobles fleeing, the citizen representatives being expelled, and countless people fighting with the legionnaires on the barricades.
Civil War! The worst has happened!
"This is not an illusion," Aaron looked at the emerging scenes with satisfaction. "The Beyelan Senate and the mortals from other provinces have broken down their talks. Well, in fact, they didn't have to talk from the beginning. According to the news I got, the injured
The king finally sided with the Senate and issued martial law to expel the troublesome businessmen. Well, it was the right choice. There is still brain in his old head!"
Griffith was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know who was behind the assassination of the king?"
"Is this important? Wizards and extraordinary people are the real masters of this world and the explorers of the starry sky. Mortals, it is their duty to make offerings to them.
"Griffith, you and I are rivals and the same kind. You should be happy that those insects that cannot touch the mystery finally recognize themselves?"
Commodus held his head and used his last strength to refuse
"No, no, I will not surrender to you. I am the prince of Beyelan, the future king, and I will not join forces with you."
That cold voice sounded again
"Do you think this is the limit of darkness? The real threat has just emerged."
The illusion shifted, and the rebellious crowd actually dug up the tomb of the late king Hadrian.
"How could these people!" Commodus screamed.
"This is just the beginning," the master's will said, "See, the remains of the late king are sacrifices from the past, giving the Supreme a chance to resurrect!"
Griffith and Aaron were both stunned. They saw the crowd digging up the royal tomb frantically passing the bones around, turning this madness into a declaration of their victory.
Countless people cut their wrists and swore with the dripping blood that "the blood of believers will serve as the altar of the present world and summon the overthrown king!"
Griffith's spirituality was touched, and he realized in an instant what he was witnessing. Aaron gasped for air and collapsed to the ground with a pale face.
"The blood and flesh of the enemy, conquered by force... Anas Tasios, the hermit in the spiritual world, the Lord of Darkness, returns to reality!
"He returns like an unstoppable dark cloud carrying the lightning that created the world. Your subjects will betray you and your kingdom will be destroyed."
The whole world seemed to be filled with illusory shattering sounds. The tide-like darkness that I had heard in Professor Heinz's stories filled the streets and impacted the steps of the palace. Those terrifying monsters driven by the Dark Lord turned out to be using the five-flowered gate.
The masses armed with weapons.
They hanged knights, burned priests, and shed rivers of blood in the squares of Beyeland and Sanssouci Palace with the legionnaires who were ordered to suppress them.
Griffith felt something cracked in his head. He instinctively thought that this was all an illusion fabricated by the Lord or some evil god, but random thoughts rushed out, making him inexplicably feel that this was reality.
It was as if the ground beneath his feet cracked and the world collapsed, leaving him with nowhere to stand and falling into an endless abyss.
The Hermit has returned? The record erasure punishment (aai day a) that sealed the Dark Supreme has been destroyed?
This, this is the secret that Earl Larmore and his allies are worried about and are trying their best to prevent? It actually happened directly in the center of Beyeland. How did it come so fast? The hermit is indeed operating something, but, I
I didn’t feel the scale of the layout and crisis of the Weaving of Life in Odesana. I always felt that the conditions for Him to return to reality were not yet mature... Sonia is still in Bremi Town, what should she do? I want to go
Help her!
Before Griffith takes action...
"Run!" Aaron collapsed earlier than Commodus. He left the stunned Griffith and rushed into the darkness like crazy.
The prince's situation was not much better. Griffith saw him slowly getting up, his wavering refusal turning into a desperate decision and a desperate move. Endless spiritual energy surged in, wrapping him up and lifting him up.
The holy sword "Enduil" buzzed fiercely, as if resisting the invasion of evil, but the light on the sword's edge quickly dimmed.
The master's will is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems to have merged with the prince's soul, leaving only a vague echo.
"Send eternal nightmare to the enemies who oppose us.
"Bringing a peaceful sleep to a world trapped in sorrow.
"My power belongs to you, the agent of the God of Dreams in the world."
The terrifying roar that seemed to tear the hills apart made the earth jump in fear; the tremor that heralded the doomsday disaster seemed to come from the ground or from the sky, no one could determine its location. Then, a bright lightning flashed from the dark purple sky.
The sky fell on Commodus, and the invisible powerful force and the indescribable stench drowned Griffith like a wave of tide.
A new Hand of God was born.
His power puts all living creatures into a state of despair.
Griffith saw endless illusions. He turned around to run, but was swallowed up by the invisible tide and fell deeply into it, unable to extricate himself.
…
"Guffy, Guffy...
"Wake up. Sleeping during working hours is not good."
Who? Who is calling my name?
A mountain-like weight pressed down on his body, and Griffith was unable to move due to his sleepy weakness.
Take action, take action... The hermit has returned. I want to join Galadia to find out the truth... to find out the truth. I want to go back to Beyelan to rescue Sonia...
What he saw when he barely opened his eyes was the gray military uniform and the armband of the second-level squad leader. The hard breastplate was cold and hard, making his whole body ache. He subconsciously touched his waist, and the familiar feeling came back.
.Well, this is my sword.
Um??
The vision gradually became clearer, and in front of him was the cobblestone ground, with an old carriage rolling tremblingly over it. Many boots were walking around nearby.
"Geffy, hey, wake up! It's time to get off work!"
The tone rose slightly, and Griffith woke up. Just as he was about to open his eyes, his cheeks were lifted up, and then he was lightly tapped twice, one on the left and one on the right.
"Sonia is in danger!"
The second-level squad leader jumped up, his breastplate and sword clanking.
"Hey~ who is Sonia?"
There was a blond girl who tilted her head towards the second-level squad leader in confusion. She was wearing a sparkling silver chain armor over a blue robe. She was holding a silver-edged textbook in one hand and clenched her other hand into a fist.
Novice Sister Krista looked at him and asked him in a voice as cool as spring water, "Sonia, who is it?"
"Well, who is it..." Griffith felt that his mind was dizzy. It seemed that many things had happened, but he couldn't remember it. "I fell asleep?"
"Isn't that right? You're still calling other people's names..." Krista gently stroked the hair beside her ears, turned to a large group of children and said, "Brothers and sisters are about to get off work, and today's occult society class is here.
Hey, kids, go home quickly! If your family and neighbors encounter strange things, or a kitten has something in its mouth that shouldn’t be in the house, do you know what to do?”
"Report to the Extraordinary Team of the Emil District!"
A group of children less than half Griffith's height roared and ran away like pigeons in the square.
"Quick, let's go back! Today is Saturday and we have mutton stewed with radish!" Krista hurriedly picked up a paper bag placed by the wall and pulled Griffith away quickly.
"Going back to where?"
"You only have Sonia in your heart!" The novice nun picked up the bag containing mutton and radishes and hit him.
The two of them were walking along the street, with the quiet sea just a short distance away humming the soothing sound of the waves. The pleasant sea breeze passed through the alley, blowing their hair.
Griffith shook his head, "It seems like a very important person, but I can't remember him."
"..."
Krista tripped over a pebble on the sidewalk and almost fell to the ground. All the vegetables in the paper bag flew out. She quickly picked up the radish, looking heartbroken to see if it was damaged, and then glared at her.
To the young sergeant, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."
Griffith shook his head helplessly.
At this time, a carriage turned a corner not far away. The beautiful coat of arms on the carriage was a blue iris blooming with three blue-purple petals. He couldn't help but be attracted by this pattern and turned his attention.
When the carriage passed by, Griffith saw a blond girl looking at him. Her bright blue eyes seemed to be speaking, curious, concerned, and expectant.
who is she?
Griffith felt violently dizzy again. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he noticed a faint fragrance tickling the tip of his nose, and his petite body nestled against his arm.
Krista stood next to him and asked softly
"are you tired?"
"I'm not sure." Griffith shook his head.
"So, do you want to go back?" the girl asked again.