The caramel-eyed young man took out a simple, cracked bronze mirror from his arms.
On this dark rooftop, the bronze mirror quietly exudes a pure white, moist glow, like the moon hanging high in the middle of the night to comfort people's hearts, like a lighthouse marking the direction in the storm.
,quiet and peaceful.
Its surface seems pure and flawless, but if you look closely, you will find that there are layers of symbols and logos densely covered in its depths.
This bronze mirror is contaminated with some extraordinary atmosphere. Not all extraordinary objects are malicious to humans. This bronze mirror is a representative of goodwill.
This bronze mirror carries mysterious supernatural power for future generations to predict.
Divining supernatural things will bring serious spiritual backlash. After all, you need to communicate with the rules, but with the bronze mirror, all the backlash will be borne by the bronze mirror.
After several fortune-tellings before, there are more and more cracks on this bronze mirror, and it may break at any time, so every fortune-telling is precious.
Of course, there are three rules for using this bronze mirror.
First, even if the question is not answered, a price still needs to be paid.
Second, you must not ask for anything from the bronze mirror.
Third, you cannot ask Bronze Mirror questions that involve too wide a range. The only appropriate way is to conduct side verification to reduce the cost.
Emperor Virgil carefully placed the bronze mirror on the ground, then closed his eyes and said, "Will I encounter trouble on my way to becoming a god?"
This question is very simple, and Virgil the Great did not ask whether it could be successful.
Of course, he could ask this, but he was afraid of getting an unlucky answer.
The next second, there was another crack on the bronze mirror, and the answer appeared in Emperor Virgil's mind.
"Yes."
Yes?
I've been planning for so long and yet I still run into trouble?
Emperor Virgil frowned.
He recalled the oracle carefully.
"The God of Blood and Chaos loves art and longs for blood. Therefore, its ritual fields involve the fields of death, mystery, hiding, and art. It requires ten thousand paintings that bind human souls as sacrifices. It also requires black
The tailbone of a bull, the Sleeping Flower, Dragon Blood Grass, the eyes of a sow that died of natural causes, and the blood of a black dog. The most critical point is that the two factors of blood and chaos must be completely integrated before it can be opened."
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He had completed ten thousand paintings a long time ago, so he obtained this new body and ageless appearance.
Other materials are also very simple, but if you want to truly inherit the power of the God of Blood and Chaos, you need to fuse the two elements of blood and chaos.
After so many years, he has also figured out the way to open it, which is to let the blood descendants, werewolves and undead army on this continent engage in an unprecedented fight. The entire battlefield will become his chance to become a god.
Last rites.
Those pigheads who are fighting to death outside must not know that they are actually making wedding dresses for others.
It was precisely because he guessed this condition that Emperor Virgil mingled with the werewolves and became the werewolf's Tai Sui by virtue of his strength and fought several small-scale wars.
Then he used this identity to contact the undead army and persuade the werewolf leader Wolf to send troops, so that all three parties would gather in the Scarlet City.
"Werewolves have no brains. Although the undead army has some intelligence, they are also tempted by the inheritance of the Storm Gladiators. I have completely figured it out and will not raise any suspicion. As for the vampires, Duke Bolton is my puppet. There are no loopholes in theory.
..."
Emperor Virgil scratched his red hair, and suddenly thought of his two sons and daughter.
"Could it be that the variable is on them? MD, you are such a little brat, do you think you can outplay me?"
He saw with his own eyes that his eldest daughter was taken hostage by the undead army. The necromancer was extremely powerful, but he didn't believe that his eldest daughter could cause any trouble.
As for the other two...
He frowned in thought, not completely believing the result.
After all, divination is just an auxiliary means and a psychological effect.
When the psychological effect does not meet his goal, he will selectively doubt the divination result.
It all depends on man, he needs to make a patch.
Emperor Virgil cut a piece of flesh from his body and threw it into the mirror.
It's like throwing a stone into a lake and disappearing instantly.
This is the price of using bronze mirrors.
......
Emperor Virgil came outside a tavern on the Garden Route.
There is a huge advertisement for a modern girl at the door of the pub, attracting customers like a wine flag.
The advertising posters are erected very high, for fear of causing people to tear off a corner and use it as toilet paper.
Emperor Virgil looked at this advertising painting, which showed a modern girl wearing a sleeveless gown with a drop collar and a deep slit.
He complained in his heart that these blood descendants have learned all the bad habits of human beings.
In fact, under the control of Emperor Virgil, Duke Bolton mainly used the people of the Divine Scroll to trade humanity with the human race with power.
After all, the humanity of the vampires has been deprived by him, otherwise they would not be able to become vampires.
Emperor Vergil's focus was entirely on the human race, and when dealing with the blood descendants, he just let them fend for themselves.
Emperor Virgil did not expect that the consequences of self-destruction would be like this...
Of course, he doesn't care about this.
He covered his nose and mouth and squeezed into the tavern, and saw the old man in front of the bar.
The old man wore a newspaper outside, but inside was a thick pornographic magazine.
The pages of the book are printed with graceful and sexy girls, wearing the most fashionable clothes. There are also some introductory text stories next to them, including body measurements.
At this time, Emperor Virgil walked to the bar, clasped his fingers lightly, and asked: "Old man, how are you doing lately?"
"Why don't you make any sound when you walk? It's like a ghost..." The old man was obviously startled, and he almost lost his grip on the small magazine in his hand.
The old man always had a friendly smile on his face, but Emperor Virgil knew that this guy was a cruel and vicious villain. He once trampled on the hand of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old thief just because the other person hid it secretly.
Harvest.
However, these have nothing to do with him, he just wants to confirm some information.
"I want to know where are Ram, the second son of Virgil the Great, and Wilson, the third son, now? Also, I need all the information on their whereabouts in the past year."
The old man was startled for a moment. He did not speak any more, but led Emperor Virgil into the innermost hut.
This is a bedroom with a wooden bed.
The old man took two steps forward, put his hands on the end of the bed and pushed hard.
The bed and the floor beneath it were pushed into the wall, and two human-shaped boxes were stuck tightly on the exposed concrete floor.
The box was opened, and inside were stacks of yellow document bags.
The old man took out two copies and handed them to Emperor Virgil, and said: "They are all in here. According to your instructions, I have been sending people to keep an eye on their movements. However, a war broke out on Ramvergil's side.
Disappeared a month ago."
Emperor Virgil frowned and waved his hand, "I understand."
Emperor Virgil stood up and left, then closed the door.
The old man was just about to follow him out when the bones in his waist suddenly made a muffled sound like they were breaking.
He looked at Emperor Virgil leaving the door in horror. The next moment, the old man's body began to lose control. He dug his nails into his face, pulling out strands of flesh, and his cheeks were stained red with blood.
Soon, there was no more movement from him, and a firework of flesh and blood bloomed silently.
Virgil the Great never kept people who had lost their value.
......
Chen Mo clicked on the last light spot, which was the last clue that 100 points brought him.
In fact, it is not too difficult to get 100 points, but it still took Chen Mo a lot of effort.
Moreover, although the previous information is useful, to be honest, there is not much information that can really allow him to find out the truth of the world.
This chapter has been completed!