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"So." The Declined King said, "What's going on with the inexplicable extra affinity with spiritual creatures that I have recently?"

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"I don't know." Edward also felt very puzzled. He perfunctorily touched two Fulgrim's dogs that were sniffing around his feet. Fulgrim's dogs licked the touched areas wildly, and then quickly ran back to history.

Mist, I don't know whether he dislikes it or likes it. There are also many strange spiritual creatures surrounding him curiously, which seriously hinders his progress.

"I have obviously not come into contact with any high-sequence items recently, nor have I encountered any sealed objects related to the spirit world..."

"Klein? It's impossible. He is only Sequence 7. Even if it is related to him, it should only be because of something behind him."

"Didn't I pry his soul before?"

"..."

"It's really troublesome." Edward avoided the gathering of spiritual creatures. "Beria has been silent. He must be hiding. I don't know what the Beria family will do. I'm looking forward to taking action against me."

The Declined King took away this thread of thoughts and dispersed them to prevent them from being detected by the demonic induction of the Belial patriarch. 20% of him (Edward) had his own thoughts, but he did not answer and sank back into the bottom of his consciousness. Typing.

Member Amon was walking on a branch, holding a rocket launcher model in his hand, dismantling and reshaping it with great interest, exploring the structure of this unknown instrument.

Seeing the decayed king return, Gai Amon did not immediately stand up to show respect, but said hello in a leisurely manner. He had already discovered that although this god had the word "king" in his name, he actually did not have much attitude towards others.

Too demanding. And I don’t like communicating with others. I spend most of my time in my own thoughts, quietly waiting for something.

What can the Outer God wait for? Perhaps the opportunity to take action?

Unknown path, unknown purpose, what else will He do? Amon also finds it interesting, but Amon won't say anything. He has no sense of belonging to the earth and mankind, and is only alienated from the current world. There is no humanity, no

There is no hate in love, only the basic likes and dislikes of a living body. Even if the main body is like this, its clones will experience even fewer emotions.

If it were in the past, when the ancient sun god was still alive, he would have scolded him a few words to make him pay attention to the fragile inhabitants of this planet, but Adam, who was actually his father in his brother's skin, also remained silent.

He has been a prisoner for more than a hundred years and has endured too much exploration and research that an avatar should not endure. Now he has seen through the mortal world and has nothing to do with the world. The avatar still refuses to bow down, or in other words, its setting makes it impossible to bow down.

, but Amon has obtained a little privilege with his serious and studious attitude. As long as he doesn't play too much pranks, he won't be punished at all.

If he gets out of line, the Luckstealer's Charm and the magical items of the Stealer's Path will be his fate.

As expected, the Outer God ignored him at all and returned to his seat as before, meditating on something.

Amon thought for a while, put down the rocket launcher in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the other party very naturally: "Your Majesty."

The outer gods didn't move at all.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Amon adjusted his monocle and asked with a smile, "I want to know some knowledge about the old times and the perfect civilization you told me about twenty years ago.

.”

The god still didn't respond. Amon often suspected that the simulated face was not flesh and blood or nerves, because he didn't even open his mouth when he spoke. Of course, this is a world of deep consciousness, and speaking basically follows his own actions.

The instinct of a creature. The person opposite is not a creature. It is understandable that he does not have this instinct.

"Incompleteness is the root of progress. The only way left for a perfect life is silence or self-destruction."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, this voice appeared in Amon's ears. The Declined King finally looked at him, with little expression on his face, and his voice carried the indifference and hardness of an inanimate substance, as well as the arrogance of an innocent person.

.Amon has long been accustomed to this kind of conversation. He does not panic, but becomes more relaxed: "In exchange for these information, what can I do for you?"

"Information on the Land Forsaken by God."

Adam suddenly looked up.

"..." Amon touched his eye sockets. He was not surprised at all by Adam's reaction, but he didn't care. "I'm just a Sequence 3 clone. My memory is limited. Only the main body may know the detailed information."

"Amon." Adam couldn't help but say.

"Stop it, Adam, you are not my father now, and you are not even a paranoid." Amon smiled a little evilly. He didn't even look at the slightly cracked expression on Adam's face, and turned to look at the Outer God with no pupils.

eyes, "I will give you everything I know, including the location of the clone in the Land Abandoned by God. You can judge the value by yourself. If there is a premium, I mean if, I want more knowledge about the old era.

.”

"Okay." The god answered him calmly.

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"Is this Bansi?"

After leaving the long-distance spiritual world teleportation, when Edward stepped down to the ground, it was already dark. Looking around, there was heavy mist, thick clouds covering the moon, and the whole city was shrouded in the atmosphere of a horror movie, as if it would jump out of the shadows in the next second.

Come up with something. But it was past nine o'clock, and the streets were deserted. The doors and windows of every house were closed, and even the church only had one or two lights on. It seemed that they were practicing the rule of "no doors open after dark."

"Banxi, known as Binxi Port in ancient times. This name is very interesting. Binxi, Binxi, the vampire goblin in the old anecdotes and legends?"

Edward walked boldly forward through the center of the city and bumped into a pedestrian and his head in the square.

The headless zombie bared its teeth and claws dedicatedly for two seconds, and then the blood flowing from the broken neck solidified. The head, which was flying around with its snake-like spine, stagnated in the air, and then disintegrated in fear.

Edward looked at a pile of rotten pieces of flesh and bones falling to the ground with their teeth crackling, and took two steps back in disgust.

"The monsters in Banxi all work two jobs, but their work attitude is not very serious." The headless zombie ran away, and then Edward threw a stone and blew it up. Seeing that there were no signboards and no passers-by around, Edward simply approached

A dead tree with yellow leaves on the side of the road knocked on the trunk and asked it, "I want to go to the most dangerous place, where should I go?"

Tree:……

"Oh." Edward got the information he wanted through mysterious communication, and got the keyword "telegraph office".

So he got his bearings and found a path near the square. He walked leisurely along the path through the woods and the city. Sure enough, he found a building with a "Telegraph Office" sign on the door in the corner of the residential area.

Small house. There is not yet an extensive newspaper industry at sea, and the mailing industry is not developed yet. The delivery efficiency is comparable to that of a turtle. The telegraph, which is commonly used in the northern continent, is the main long-distance communication tool here.

He squinted his eyes, curled his fingers together, and knocked on the door of the telegraph office.

A gentle female voice came from the telegraph office:

"Hello, are you here to take a telegram?"

"Please, come in."

Edward readily accepted it. He grabbed the metal handle of the wooden door with his right hand, turned it downwards with a slight click, and pushed it forward.

There is a wooden table in the small room, with a typewriter on the table, a telegraph machine and chairs beside the wall. Two heads placed on the chairs, facing the wooden door, with bloody spines dragged under their necks, followed together.

The sound of opening the door looked over. One was a woman's head, and the other was a man's. They were no different from the heads Edward met outside, but they had a deeper and more terrifying mysterious aura about them.

Where did the body go? Edward couldn't help but wonder.

"Please, go and send the telegram."

"The "Standard Code Book" and "Language Dictionary" are placed on the bookshelf. Please confirm the destination address after reading them."

The red-haired woman's head opened slowly like a typewriter.

"Okay, thank you." Edward rubbed his temples and felt some spiritual vibrations. Some high-level influences were trying to pollute and corrode him, but they were not enough to shake the guards of the declining king in the consciousness space who were watching the outside world. It seemed that their

The judgment was somewhat wrong. If just a "weather warlock" cannot influence angels of the same level, is there a "conqueror" here? Ever since the Red Angel Medici fell together with the other two conquerors, there have been no more

Where is Hunter Sequence 1, which has never appeared on the public eye...?

Thinking of this, Edward glanced at the red-haired woman from the corner of his eye and felt that things seemed even more complicated.

But he really hasn't paid attention to the telegraph code. When he plays a human, his contact range is usually limited to the surrounding cities, and sending letters is enough. In terms of extraordinary, the messenger is much easier to use than the telegraph. Edward sat in front of the telegraph machine

Next, he flipped through the telegram with great interest, and then typed "Starry Sky" in the recipient address column.

The atmosphere in the telegraph office suddenly became solemn.

"gentlemen."

"Please……"

"No, prank."

"Sorry, I'm just giving it a try." Edward smiled apologetically and deleted the address. He did not seek help from the two staff members, but instead typed tentatively while comparing the letters of the code.

"The master of withering."

"Fall, king."

"All of life..."

His learning ability was so fast that even the two heads, a man and a woman, did not react. Lines of code had already been captured. There were no rituals or props, but this was a symbolic ceremony for the gods to summon themselves. The heads were not

Knowing all this, they only knew that someone was summoning an unknown god on their territory, and that an evil god came to kick him! The man's head let out a piercing scream that shook his soul, gray-white mist spread, and the red-haired woman suddenly opened her mouth.

, tentacles of rotten flesh rushed out of her mouth and pounced on Edward Vaughan who was sitting in front of the telegraph machine.

"...the final journey."

He didn't panic, and finished typing this line of code with a few ups and downs of his fingers. His personality was covered and his divinity was transformed. He only closed his eyes for a second, but as if he woke up from a long sleep, he opened a pair of eyes without pupils.

Cyan eyes.

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The Declined King looked at the door of the telegraph office and put his hand on the handle, thinking about which way to open it to "get" there.

Behind Him is a dark and decaying room. A short moment seems to have turned into a thousand years of time in the telegraph office. Everything is covered with thick dust, and the windows are covered tightly with small branches, so that no light can penetrate.

. There seems to be a horror hidden in the deep darkness. Countless vines and roots occupy every corner like giant spider webs, growing out of all the gaps. The leaves and branches are all gray and black before they die.
To be continued...