The moment the shadow was formed, a wave of invisible will lofted over the entire ballroom.
He noticed the gaze projected by the real Creator and realized that He had closed the place with some means. Glylint's whole body was cold, his scalp tightened, and he spoke calmly:
"Who are you?"
He pretended not to guess the other party's identity, but the real creator was obviously not so easy to fool. After a moment of pause, a strange murmur came out from the mouth of the upside-down shadow. His voice was neither sad nor happy, and he seemed to suppress his repression.
Endless pain:
"The Lord of Shadows and Fallen."
After completing his introduction, He whispered:
"What about you? Who are you? I can't feel your degenerate nature, but I can realize that the root of Tingen's troublemaker is you, you have the same 'flavor' soul."
In other words... He doesn't know my true identity yet?
Yes, my situation is extremely complicated. Even Herabgen and the night who have always paid attention to me only know the essence of my soul, and at the same time, I know that I "foresee" something.
Between the thoughts, Glylint quickly had two choices:
Conceal or be honest.
Concealing is of course safer, but frankness is the demeanor that the "Son of Chaos" should have, because the real Creator is obviously not here to cause trouble for himself, but to discuss cooperation.
Of course, it seems that you can also be half frank?
Thinking of this, Glylint chuckled and chose to confess some of the situation:
"The Emperor of Order and Chaos."
The real Creator once worked with Solomon, and he must be familiar with the breath of the "Black Emperor". In addition, the special nature of his soul has been detected by Him. So in His guess, he must be the revived "Black Emperor"
?The only problem is that the revived "Black Emperor" should return to the full state in one step... But if He knew that Rossell had been contaminated by the fallen mother god, he would probably be misled and thought that he was the revived Ross.
In order to get rid of pollution, Sell chose other ways of resurrection that he didn't know.
"So, what was your purpose in finding me today?"
Without giving Him much time to think about it, Glylint immediately asked.
The answer of the real Creator is consistent with the direction he guessed:
“I think we can work together, on the '0-08’ thing.”
“You want '0-08’ too?”
"No, my original idea was to use the trick and take the opportunity to seize the '0-08', but after thinking deeply, I felt that 'Adam' would not give me this opportunity."
"You have a grudge against the Son of God? So you want to destroy His plans?"
Glylint pretended not to know their relationship and asked in confusion.
The tone of the upside down shadow remains unchanged, or rather, He has never had any emotions:
"This is a matter between me and Him, and it has nothing to do with what I want to talk about."
After saying this, He paused and continued:
"I'm here, first of all, I want to remind you:
He must have known your activities in Tingen... If you still want to continue your own actions, maybe I can help you."
What?
How is this possible? Anxi is just a puppet with no thoughts at all, and there is no possibility of being sensed by Him. Even if He has been paying attention to "0-08", at least he has to wait until Anxi detects the existence of "0-08", and each other
Only after a certain amount of interaction will trace be left!
On his own side, even if He noticed his existence, he would definitely not dare to read his thoughts directly!
Glylint frowned and fell into deep thought.
“Two possibilities:
First, He discovered Ansi's existence through me and made some guesses based on his brain rather than extraordinary abilities;
Second, the "Night" seems to cooperate with me in order to guard against Him, but in fact, it is a speculation to the end and chooses to sell me to the Son of God."
"And the latter possibility is greater, because the connection between me and Anxi was built through the 'Shi World'."
Of course, the words of the real Creator may not be credible.
"Do you have no desire for '0-08'? Why do you choose to help me? Are you not afraid that after I get '0-08', I will choose to cooperate with Him?"
"That's not going to be worse for me."
He did not answer whether he desires “0-08”.
Too……
"So, how should we cooperate?"
Glylint took a little thought and chose to believe in the real Creator in a limited way, because compared to "Night" and the Son of God, and compared to those two top conspirators, this person is a villain, but he is indeed much more credible.
If he had completely trusted the "good intention" of the night, he was afraid that when a blond priest with kind eyes and pure eyes would emerge from the shadows around him.
"I need you to help me and help me project my strength into the real world."
Let the child of Megoos?
Hearing the words of the real Creator, Glylint frowned. This was a condition he could never agree to. Even if he did not consider the values of good and justice, putting such an evil god would definitely change the original to a great extent.
He could not accept the "plot" of it.
It seems that it was "seeing" Glylint's frown. In order to promote cooperation, the real creator had to give some explanations:
"Of course, I know this is something that the seven 'right gods' cannot accept."
"So, I will put that part of my power into the 'Aleshud's pen' at the first time."
Then I worked hard for a long time, what benefits could I get except for the evil Son of God?
Glylint did not speak. He believed that this kind of cooperation method that would not benefit one party at all should not be stupid enough to discuss it, because he could not agree.
Sure enough, He continued to speak:
"I can help you suppress the consciousness of that pen, and help you 'fall' when you need it."
The conditions are very good. It is a "Princess of Alesuhod" with no negative effects, and it also solves the difficulty of playing the role of "Fallen Earl", but:
"How can I trust you?"
This is indeed a problem. The basis of cooperation is trust and equal strength and status.
After pondering for a while, the upside-down shadow whispered:
"After I have put some of my strength into that pen, I can accept any kind of restraint."
This is already a very sincere condition, but Glylint does not have the means to restrain the other party at all.
Of course, not having it now does not mean not having it in the future, nor does it mean that Greenlet cannot bluff him... He pondered for a while, and had already had an idea as his eyelids opened and closed:
"Okay, when you incorporate your strength into the 'Aleshud's pen', you can bring me something in as well."
……………………
The cooperation was achieved, and the magnificent and lofty consciousness dissipated. Glylint glanced at Ms. S, who had been burned to coke, and breathed a long sigh, half sighing and half relieved the pressure:
"I always feel like I'm dancing with the abyss."
Ms. S's "Biography of Rose" characteristics were not left behind. It should have been integrated into that shadow and sacrificed to the "hanged man".
Glylint's harvest only has one magical item, a copper whistle that roughly corresponds to the "Wind Master", has three extraordinary abilities: "wind control", "gliding", and "wind blade", and has always held it,
It can also have an extremely accurate grasp of the distance in the sea area, and the negative effect is to randomly cause the holder to lose balance.
It was basically useless for Glylint. He casually gave the name "Dance of the Wind" and then put it away and stopped paying attention.
Faced with "Ms. S", who had almost completely turned into coke, Glylint had no intention of distinguishing her head and used it to declare danger to Vincenzo and the others. Anyway, the enemy was dead, and Harrison was fighting the two of them.
At that time, it became her flesh and blood supply, so I might as well throw this mess here and let Vincenzo and the others figure it out themselves.
After flashing away and changing back to his image, Glylint hinted at Arist and others, telling them that the crisis had been resolved and they could let go of it.
...
In the following days, he began to live in simplicity...
Until Sunday night, he worked overtime until 2 a.m., and finally completed the writing of all four discussions, revising and improving, dividing chapters, and re-examining and fine-tuning, and finally splitting them into 9 manuscripts suitable for publication.
"Next, it's time to find a way to publish them."
"Haha, then I can take out the last two paragraphs of my new honor...'The pioneer of class struggle, the gravedigger of the stubborn and conservative'... or other similar positioning words."