Chapter 137 Huang Beibei thinks the amount of information is a bit large
October 8, 1349, Monday, hazy weather
Snow came to the editorial office with his "new" manuscript, because Phantom Blood was not long in length. After more than a month of serialization, it finally came to an end. And today, what he sent,
This is the beginning of the second part.
The editor didn't give much advice on how to end the main character in the first part. In other words, in this era, people who are accustomed to traditional literature are quite receptive to things like cutting swords.
What Baron Zeppelin said——
"To love and gain someone is the best thing, to love and lose someone is the next best thing."
After discussing the issue of single volumes with the editor, Snow took five samples and walked home. Compared to Phantom Blood, Battle Tide is obviously longer. It is conservatively estimated that it can last at least three years.
Months of updates, by then, Klein will become a marionette master.
"Do you want to open another pit? For example... Hellsing?" Snow walked while thinking about the next update plan. From a certain perspective, his readers will actually become his anchor. And hellsing
, it happens to have abilities similar to his sequence, but the background setting seems to need to be modified to some extent.
For example, Natri can be changed to Fusac, Intis and other already-rising countries, or even to the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Age, and World War II can be replaced with the Battle of Oath-Breaching or even the War of Four Emperors. As for the church, that's natural.
It is the Church of the Sun. After all, in Loen, the Church of the Sun can be considered a cult, and those fanatical believers also fit the characteristics of the Church of the Sun...
Of course, these changes were not accomplished overnight and required a lot of time to be revised, which was why Snow was hesitant.
"It would be great if there was a scholar from the history department who could help..." Snow thought of this and couldn't help but shook his head. He actually knew that there were two scholars from the history department, one was the respected Mr. Fool, and the other was Mr. Fool's
dad……
Ahem.
Just when Snow was completely freeing his thoughts, the surrounding environment suddenly darkened, and the originally noisy streets instantly became quiet. All the hustle and bustle seemed to be quickly stripped away, and vines hung down from the sky, replacing the surroundings with a place that seemed to be inhabited.
Palace in the clouds.
And a pair of long legs wearing black leather boots were swaying in front of his eyes.
"Good morning, Huang Beibei..."
As soon as Snow left his mouth, his expression darkened again. After saying goodbye last time, he actually forgot to reset the default title for Bernadette. However, when Bernadette heard this, she just raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded:
"Good morning to you too, Feng Sisi..."
"..." Snow looked at Bernadette helplessly. Relying on Zhuang Zhou's side effect of being "easily affected by other people's emotions", he could clearly feel Bernadette's joking hidden under her calm appearance.
Snow, who understood that correcting her would only make her more proud, did not continue. He just found a vine that looked relatively stable and sat on it, then narrowed his eyes and said:
"So Ms. Bernadette, what do you want to do with your visit this time?"
A smile flashed between Bernadette's eyebrows behind her fine gauze, but she still maintained that solemn and holy feeling:
"You said last time that I needed an angel before I could understand the content of the pollution he received. Now, I am already an angel."
"Once again, it is not that angels can understand the content of pollution, but only those who have the status of angels can know part of it." Snow corrected seriously. Bernadette nodded after hearing this, and summoned three pig heads.
The man was building a wall in the vine space and said: "You can mention the reward first."
"There is no need for compensation. Just treat it as the after-sales service last time." Snow did not discuss the issue of compensation, but asked directly:
"Do you know about the original moon?"
"The Celestial Sect?" Bernadette frowned, but Snow shook his head: "The person behind the Celestial Sect only mastered the high-sequence characteristics of the moon path and transferred the prayers directed to the original moon. I said
It’s the real rough stone moon.”
"..." Bernadette was silent. She actually had a lot of information about the original moon. For example, the Rose School was absorbing vampires who believed in the original moon, such as Lilith, the ancestor of the blood race, but no matter which one it was, it seemed that it was not enough to create a connection.
A pollution that even the true gods cannot escape.
Looking at Bernadette's expression, Snow spread his hands and said:
"Let's change the question. Do you know the 'Doomsday'? I'm not talking about Sequence 1 of the Witch Sequence, but the real Doomsday."
"1368?" Bernadette spit out a number, Snow nodded and said:
"Maybe you know, maybe you don't, but it doesn't matter. In short, our world is a ball, and outside the ball, there is a barrier. This barrier restricts some existences that will be contaminated just by thinking about it, and 1368
Year is the approximate year when this barrier disappears."
"Is the original moon one of them?" Bernadette asked, and Snow just nodded slightly:
"I can't say much, and you'd better not think about it. These secrets are poisonous. As long as you know them, you will be watched by those beings. If you are not an angel, you will go crazy just by being watched. Although an angel is
You can use your own authority to cut off this connection, but it is still very dangerous, so I use the method of sealing to force myself to 'not know'. This can be done by finding a psychiatrist, provided that there is a means of temporary isolation and gaze.
In short, in order to confirm something, your father took the initiative to leave the barrier, went to the moon once, and was contaminated on the moon. After he came back, his temperament changed drastically. While he was restraining the pollution, he was under the influence of the pollution
He did many things, and finally he chose to jump to the Black Emperor path and tried to get rid of the pollution through the Black Emperor's resurrection ability, but obviously, this was not successful."
After Snow finished speaking, both parties fell into silence at the same time. Bernadette spent about two minutes absorbing this knowledge, and then she stared into Snow's eyes through the fine gauze:
"Is there any way to save him?"
"For now, there are only three methods."
Snow raised his fingers one by one——
"First, the Hanged Man escapes madness."
"Second, the Fool revives again."
"Third, paradox ascends to the throne of God."
"..." Bernadette looked at Snow, waiting for his explanation, but found that he had an expression on his face that said, "I've said everything." She could only rely on her own knowledge of mysticism to interpret it.
The Hanged Man should refer to the True Creator, but who are the other two? The Fool and Paradox don’t seem to have information about these two ancient gods? If the Fool can still be found in tarot cards, then Paradox,
It's really a completely unfamiliar name.
As she read this, she suddenly thought of something. She focused her attention on the man in front of her again and asked:
"Is the one behind you a fool or a paradox?"
Hearing Bernadette's question, Snow grinned, showing a scary clown-like (Gotham) smile, put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and introduced himself as if meeting for the first time:
"Get to know me again, Snow von Penridax, the favored one of the true creator, the spokesperson of paradox, and the loyal believer of Mr. Fool..."