Chapter Thirty-one There is nothing to be afraid of
What Klein didn't know was that after he turned around and walked out of the store, until his figure disappeared at the end of the street——
Mr. Charles' eyes were fixed on him quietly through the glass showcase, and even seemed to penetrate the obstruction of the building behind him, until he saw him completely gone.
"Finally, I found it..."
As he whispered this to himself, Mr. Charles's eyes shone with a strange light.
From the moment he received the oracle, he put aside the part of the affairs that he was responsible for in the Secret Society, and personally rushed to a little-known place like Tingen, where he stayed for several years. Until today, he finally
The mission was completed. But what he didn't expect was that the person he was waiting for was not an outsider, but a native of Tingen, Klein Moretti.
Yes, Ciel knows Crane.
Although it is a one-sided understanding.
After all, I have been in Tingen for a few years. It is such a small place, and the population and density are not too high. How many local residents are there, what their identities are, and what kind of interpersonal relationships they have... This information
For an angel on earth, it is obviously not a secret. As long as he is willing to understand, he will soon be able to understand it.
Of course Ciel is willing to learn about it, or should I say, after receiving the oracle's message and being on a mission, he definitely has a reason to learn about this information.
——Therefore, Klein does not know about Ciel.
——But Charles knew about Klein, and not only that, he also knew about Klein’s brother, sister, and even his neighbors.
I have to say that in a sense, this is actually a very scary thing.
Fortunately, Comrade Xiao Zhou, the current time traveler, has only been here for two days and still doesn’t understand anything. He is at a very confused time and has only a little knowledge of the mysterious side of the world. His knowledge is really limited... For example,
For example, the understanding of extraordinary people is only limited to the level of knowing Sequence 7, which is still a very general understanding.
I am limited to what I have heard about Captain Dunn and the others from the girl at the front desk...
Anyway, it’s pretty much the same, that’s about it.
So Klein didn't expect that not only would he meet a real mysterious boss...even this boss came specifically to squat for him, and he had been squatting in Tingen for several years.
"He is indeed something special...Is this why I mainly look for him?"
When Charles thought about it, he naturally noticed something strange about Klein, but he was not able to identify what it was. Speaking of which, this young man seemed to be a little different from before, such subtle things that suddenly appeared in a person.
The difference even made him subconsciously think of "thieves", that group of troublesome thieves.
From parasitic theft at the physical level, to the theft of even destiny and identity, it is the most disgusting behavior and cannot be prevented.
However, the situation in Klein is obviously not the same. Ordinary thieves cannot hide from Ciel's observation. As for high-level thieves, there are not many, unless Amon comes in person...
Shaking his head, Charles did not dwell on it anymore. Klein was indeed somewhat special, not only the parts that he could not detect, but also the possibility of mastering the unknown words in Russell's diary, which was enough to be praised.
It is special. But because of this, he should not explore... Just like the concept he insisted on implementing in the past——
The saint is the eye of the god, but it is only the eye of the god...
Eyes should never have their own thoughts...
Turning back to look at the counter, his eyes were fixed on those yellowed pages of manuscripts. Charles silently put them away and put them properly in the drawer.
The opened drawer was full of such yellowed manuscripts, which were Russell's diary. If Klein could see this scene, his eyes would probably glow green... Maybe it's not absolutely complete.
, but over the years, Charles has indeed slowly collected all the diary pages that may be available on the market.
But just like everyone else, he couldn't decipher the secret after all.
Closing the drawer with ease, Charles turned and walked toward the depths of the store. There was a dark door at the end. After pushing the door open, a downward staircase appeared below. Under the light of the gas lamp, the outline of the basement appeared.
When I came out, it looked like a normal warehouse, with shelves and cargo boxes piled up around it. Some were smooth and neat, while others were slightly dusty.
And when the young man walked to the center of the basement, he recited something in a low voice, stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, revealing a rune stone hanging on his wrist.
Ever since, in the most empty area of the underground warehouse, the air suddenly rippled like ripples.
It is as if behind the heavy curtains of reality, in the layers of illusory space, there seems to be a point where it meets reality. An altar appears there, and the candles are burning quietly, as if they are releasing
Spiritual light.
"My Lord..."
"You are the ruler of time and space, all variables, the only one..."
Charles skillfully prepared the spiritual materials and began to pray in a low voice.
The fierce wind blew up, but was firmly confined in a limited area by the wall of spirituality. The power of nature was stirred up and vibrated. The moment the words of prayer were spoken, it seemed as if they were transformed from reality.
Entering an illusory state, the invisible sound waves are no longer bound by physical laws and propagation media. In an instant, they spread to the far end of time and space at an extremely fast speed.
Across the boundless mountains and seas, through the vast sky and starry sky——
Finally arrived at the unknown destination.
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Above the boundless sea.
There is a certain ominous primitive island.
The mausoleum on the island, which is made of mountains and is extremely majestic, like a pyramid, seemed to have some problems or changes at this moment. Its appearance began to distort, its outline began to become dull, and its lines began to change.
Faintly visible, the whole thing looks like a light bulb with unstable voltage, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, flickering erratically.
At its darkest and most illusory moment, the entire huge pyramid mausoleum only had a faint translucent shadow left on the spot, as if it would disappear into the air at any time.
In the internal realm, an extremely fierce confrontation is taking place.
Sound, light, magnetic field, radio waves, space, density...
Indescribable shadows are wandering around, distorting the rules of the world, the state of matter, the corresponding order, and the connection between areas and reality, thus causing distortion and chaos in the underlying rules of the world... in various abstract ways.
, conceptual methods, over and over again ravage the matter and space-time in the mausoleum, the chaos and order of information, contending with the powerful force acting on the entire mausoleum.
As for the force of resistance, it seems to be an invisible force field of terror, almost covering the entire tomb of the "Black Emperor".
It doesn't have much special features, it just seems to be able to erase everything, just like an eraser wiping a pencil drawing on the paper——
Every time you gently wipe it, some lines and outlines will disappear.
If this continues, eventually the entire picture will be completely erased, as if it had never existed.
And the ubiquitous indescribable shadow is trying its best to fight against this process, twisting and interrupting it again and again. The struggle between the two also causes the entire huge mausoleum to constantly change, going back and forth between reality and illusion.
Transformation, existence itself looms.
"...Get out!
"
The angry and suppressed roar is the wrathful judgment of the gods.
On the iron-black throne, the source of the shadow is sitting upright, exuding a majestic aura, sweeping everything in the mausoleum like a prison, as if the supreme emperor is patrolling his territory, and will never allow anyone in his own territory to do so.
Within the realm, there are still beings who dare to disobey their own authority... And the shadows that are everywhere, wandering like shadows, spread over the beings on the Iron Throne.
Like countless tentacles with teeth and claws, relying on authority to easily distort the order of all things.
The standoff continues, as it has so many times.
The god on the Iron Throne stared angrily at the top of the mausoleum. In this absolute realm that should only belong to her, a "hole" that should not exist appeared there contrary to common sense.
It seemed like a small hole torn in the void, but the external existence was peeping at the world inside through such a small observation window. It was only blocked by a sequence 0 god.
There is no real invasion into reality...but the pressure brought by the appearance of this huge tomb of the "Black Emperor" cannot be underestimated.
The spirit on the throne felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and she just stared at the hole in the void, her angry and majestic eyes unflinching, as she stared at the giant boy who could be seen at the end of the slit.
Unimaginably huge...
The external eye behind that "hole" seems to be many times larger than the planet in terms of scale...
As for its true identity, it is even more difficult to imagine. If it were not blocked by a barrier, and its power was also hindered elsewhere, then I am afraid that it would not be able to stop its invasion momentum at all.
"Get out of here!
"
The gods on the Iron Throne once again issued the expulsion order indifferently. After all, they were using the Black Emperor's authority to distort the measurement of distance on their own home field, making it chaotic, and then forcibly associated their attacks with the target to establish a connection.
, and then with a blow that had been accumulated until now, it shattered the window that should not have existed, ending this short defensive counterattack.
Everything fell silent.
The silence in the mausoleum seemed to have returned to the past.
But, at the next moment——
"Russell, you rejected my kindness again, why can't you think about it..."
A calm voice sounded.
"..."
"..."
"...Why are you still here?"
The expression of the god on the Iron Throne changed slightly. She followed the source of the sound and found that it was difficult to tell whether it existed or not. It was like an illusory spirit body appeared and floated in front of her.
"I've always been there...haven't you already realized it a long time ago? With the industrial revolution you started and the arrival of a new era, technology spreads like a prairie fire, and you can no longer stop me." Gu Mo Youran.
He floated to the Iron Throne and circled around the Black Emperor a few times, "But why don't you believe that I am actually a time traveler, and why do you have to make such a fuss?"
"Ha! Just because you say you are? Even if I am really not the only one who has traveled through time, who knows if you have obtained their memories..." Russell sneered, "You may behave very humanely.
, but that’s of no use to me! When Mr. Men kept bewitching me, I’ve seen people who are more humane than you. How difficult can it be for a being like you to pretend like this?
Woolen cloth?"
emmmm, that makes sense.
"You are really stubborn...Okay, stop, don't waste your efforts, you can't hurt me."
Gu Mo sighed, knowing the troubles of this guy Lao Huang. Sure enough, he thought that the initial account was useless, but unfortunately he never had the chance to change it.
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to stare at this illusory spirit body with alert and angry eyes.
She did not abide by the rules. She chose to listen honestly when the villain was talking and explaining, but decisively seized the opportunity to attack... However, there was nothing but this feeling.
It's not like punching the cotton, but all the attacks are like falling straight into the void.
No feedback at all.
only--
"Oh, it's not that I can't hurt you, but you are just an illusory ghost now, and it is impossible to come..." After thinking about it, Russell smiled instead of getting angry, and said with a slight sarcasm.
: "If you really can't stop it, why did you want to invade reality just now? Doesn't that prove that you haven't successfully entered yet?"
There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she said firmly: "It seems that the original moon has indeed held you back!"
"..."
"..."
The illusory spirit frowned and looked at Russell without saying a word.
"Ha, that's true..."
Russell was immediately elated. She burst out laughing, and the entire huge pyramid mausoleum was visibly shaken by the Black Emperor's majestic laughter.
"How about it? It feels so bad to be disrupted by the original moon. The plan failed at the last moment... Do you think I am really that simple, being used by you without knowing it? I really just want to die in the last time of my life. What?
No response?"
Comrade Lao Huang seemed to have regained the game. She sat back on the throne and laughed happily: "When a devil comes into the house and the owner is completely unable to fight against the devil, what should we do? Finally,
The best way is to bring another demon in and let them fight on their own, so that they can survive from death, and even if it doesn't work, it can be delayed for a while..."
"..."
"..."
"Why don't you speak? Are you angry?"
Faced with the suddenly silent ghost, Russell appeared even happier. The resurrected god laughed arrogantly and happily, without concealing the tone of his voice.
until--
"You guy, it seems I really have to teach you a lesson..." Gu Mo said calmly.
"If you still have the skills, just come and do it. Anyway, I've been carrying it for so long, and I haven't seen you really be able to do anything... There's nothing to be afraid of anymore!" Russell couldn't help but sneered, she said
Now she was in a state where a dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and there was no fear at all. Then at the next moment, she saw the ghost opposite reaching out and making a move, and the light and shadow changed, showing different scenery.
It was a picture of a young man praying devoutly in front of the altar.
Ciel?! Is he still alive?
Wait?! Are you threatening yourself with your own son?
Russell was stunned for a moment, and the sound that sounded simultaneously attracted her attention. It sounded like Ciel had completed some task and was reporting to the gods he believed in... Damn it! Damn it! When was Ciel?
Trapped in this quagmire, didn’t the Church of Steam continue to protect him after his death? Otherwise, why would Ciel become a cultist?!
Russell was shocked and angry.
And the brief exchange in light and shadow has ended.
Faced with the commendations and rewards given by the existence of his faith, Ciel, a devout believer, hesitated and proposed the reward he wanted:
"I hope...to learn the words in my father's diary."
"..."
"..."
A brief moment of silence.
The air seemed to freeze.
Russell's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded: "No, you can't do this...you, you damn..."