Rhodes almost suspected that he had seen it wrong.
This thing that appeared out of nowhere, said a few inexplicable words, and then died inexplicably.
However, it turned out to be the soul fragment of the ancient god of destiny?
Rhodes came to the soul altar and saw the soul at a glance.
It is different from all souls. The entire soul body is golden from the inside to the outside.
And all other souls, no matter what color they appear in spiritual vision, are a gray mist when they arrive at the soul altar.
Why is it so special? Is it because of the ancient gods?
But the last time the ancient god Heragetos was reborn in flesh and blood, the soul of the remains of the ancient god Herragtos was also gray.
Rhodes wanted to ask about the Book of Knowledge, but this guy hasn't woken up yet. It has been sleeping for several days.
I hope its soul can recover a little more this time.
Rhodes thought.
It is best to recover completely at once, so that many things will be easier to handle and many problems will not have to be paid for.
The characteristic of the Book of Knowledge itself is to obtain knowledge at a cost. In the early days, when Rhodes asked any questions, he had to put something into its mouth.
Since the requirements vary, it is very troublesome and expensive, and Rhodes is not willing to ask.
After its soul recovered a little, it suddenly became much easier to use.
There are fewer questions about the cost. In most cases, you only need to feed it spirituality. Rhodes has a lot of spirituality. Sacrificing the soul of a powerful monster can get a lot of spirituality. It can even eat the book if it bursts.
Not finished.
Alas.
Wake up early, I'm still waiting to hunt the spirit world monsters and other remains of the ancient god Heragetos who was reborn in flesh and blood.
Rhodes sighed in his heart and focused his gaze on the soul fragment of the Ancient God of Destiny.
[Part of the soul fragment of Anosadag, the ancient god of destiny]
[From Anosadag, the Ancient God of Destiny]
【Great Soul】
【Has 1 source】
[This is a torn-off soul fragment, a twisted thing formed after alienation, but its nature has not been changed and it still has the personality of God]
The surprise hit him instantly, and Rhodes couldn't help but clapped his hands.
OK!
Finally I have a great soul.
[Star Shuttle] The three great souls required for the complete state are finally one-third completed.
And he actually has a source, and he has taken another solid step on the road to igniting new stars.
Rhodes was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he could get such a great gift while sleeping in a dream.
Who is so kind?
After turning around, there was nothing strange in the dream.
Rhodes decided to go out and take a look.
As soon as the thought occurred, the consciousness instantly returned to the material world.
When I opened my eyes, there was no one in the medical room, but the strong smell of blood rushed straight to my nose.
Rhodes stood up immediately and saw at a glance the flesh and blood on the ground and the headless corpse lying on the ground.
The body did not disappear, proving that it was a human being.
He was wearing a medical uniform and was obviously an internal member of the lighthouse.
Rhodes frowned.
Why were the people inside the lighthouse killed? Is it related to the twisted spirit?
At this moment, several logistics staff ran in. When they saw Rhodes, they were so frightened that they sat down on the ground.
"What's going on with you?"
Rhodes frowned and asked.
"What's happening here?"
As if after hearing his rational question, the logistics staff's expression suddenly improved, and he tentatively asked: "Sir, how do you feel?"
"How about what? What happened to me?"
"Your Excellency Celie said that you are possessed by an evil spirit and you must be sent back to the Church of the Soul for treatment as soon as possible."
"Am I possessed by an evil spirit?"
Rhodes's heart moved, no wonder it was that soul?
He was silent for a few seconds and saw the logistics staff carrying a stretcher, while other staff were holding cleaning tools, obviously coming to wash the floor.
"Do you know what happened?"
The logistics staff looked at each other in confusion: "We don't know anything. It was Your Excellency Xili who informed us to come and carry people."
"Where are Celie and the Lannister?"
"They went outside the tower and said they wanted to contact the Guardian urgently."
Rhodes nodded, his body lightened, and he arrived outside the lighthouse in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, a huge crimson light burst out above the head, and the pure red light penetrated the black fog, turning everything into red.
Celie, the raped woman, and Lannister, the raped woman, stood side by side outside the tower, looking at the crimson light and unable to recover for a moment.
"Hello..."
As soon as Rhode spoke a word, they were startled.
Celie turned around instantly, and a silver sword appeared from her hand.
Lannister has already flown into the air, and the strong wind is howling around him.
"It's me..."
But the two of them did not relax their vigilance. Lannister sneered: "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon, but we have already sent a signal. The Guardian will be here soon. You can't run away."
Rhodes quickly explained: "It's me, I'm Rhodes. That twisted spirit has been digested by me. You don't need to call for rescue."
Lannister said calmly: "Are you a fool for me?"
An idea flashed in Rhode's mind and he smiled: "Do you still remember what you said to me on the floating carriage? You said that your time is very long and you will not lose to me."
The pretty face of Lannister turned red for a moment and almost fell from the air.
Celie glared angrily: "Do you dare to have a face?"
Lannister stabilized his figure and said calmly: "I'm sorry, although an hour is indeed not long, Celie is not satisfied with it, but it lasts longer than you. Celie told me that she is even less satisfied with you."
Satisfied."
The hair all over Celie's body exploded, but she still kept her mouth shut when she saw Lannister's secretive eyes.
Rhodes frowned and said: "What are you talking about? When did you say the time? And I have never been in contact with Celie. Before coming to the Fire Palace, I didn't know her at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lannister gave up the wind, jumped in from outside the tower, and hugged Rhodes.
"Brother, it seems that you are really fine. When that weird spirit entered your soul, I was really worried."
Celie's face was also full of joy, and she patted her chest repeatedly: "That's great, that's great!"
Rhodes felt a ray of psychic energy sweep across his body. Knowing that Lannister was still worried, he let go of the psionic energy and let him scan.
The psychic energy swept through his soul and found nothing strange. Lannister let him go and looked at a rare treasure.
"Did you really digest it? Is it...a black rice bucket?"
Rhodes nodded reluctantly. The black rice bucket did absorb the spirit, but strictly speaking, it was the dream that killed it.
The existence of the dream is very special. It seems to have reached some kind of wonderful coexistence with his soul. So far, no abnormality can be found in any inspection.
But whether intentionally or unintentionally, no monster has invaded his soul. The only time was in Fanxing Town, when a powerful monster tried to invade, but for some reason he gave up at the last moment.
It wasn't clear at the time, but now that I think about it, it may be the monster's instinct that there is a huge danger in invading the soul.
From this point of view, the weird spirit is obviously man-made.
Only people would do something stupid like door-to-door delivery.
When Rhodes was about to say something, Lannister immediately let go of him and said quickly: "Quick, Celie, send another signal flare to indicate that the highest crisis has been resolved!"
Celie suddenly woke up and immediately took out another flare and input psychic energy.
The signal bomb rose into the sky and exploded into a ball of white light.
At this time, the red light representing a huge crisis has not yet fallen.
Celie felt relieved for a moment, then she suddenly became furious when she remembered what Lannister had just said.
"Big liar! Do you dare to ask for a face? How dare a second man say an hour? Fortunately, you are not Rhodes!"
Lannister coughed: "I'm sorry, I was too nervous the first time. I won't be like this next time."
"Bah! Do you want another time?"
Lannister was about to say something when suddenly, his collar began to feel hot and the flame mark burned.
He immediately pressed the mark, and a psychic projection appeared in front of him.
It's none other than Guardian Churchill.
"What are you doing?"
Projection yelled angrily.
"Are you throwing the flares for fun? Do you know how precious they are? The moonstone has been out of stock for ten months! And the instant psychic communication in this palace, every time it is used, it is equivalent to consuming a fire potion!
”
Lannister immediately bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, teacher, it's my fault."
"What happened to you? Why did you send a signal for help twice in such a short period of time, but then immediately sent a signal to resolve the crisis?"
Lannister told what happened in the simplest possible language.
The projection turned its head and saw Rhodes and Celie on the side.
"You mean, there were doomsday cultists who tried to attack Rhodes? After you saw it through and killed him, another cursed spirit flew into Rhodes' soul, but was dissolved by his black rice bucket?"
"Yes, Teacher Churcher, I have checked and found that Rhodes' soul is intact and has no mutation, blackening or pollution."
The projection fell silent.
The image formed by this spiritual energy was always facing his front face. Although nothing else could be seen, the muscles on his face could be found to be constantly changing, with the spiritual energy ebbing and flowing, as if he was in a fierce battle. "Okay, if it is your inspection, there shouldn't be any big mistakes, but just in case, I will notify someone to go to your lighthouse to conduct a detailed inspection to avoid any hidden dangers."
He paused and continued.
"I will inform Wangcheng about this matter. The Healing Order needs to investigate carefully, and it actually allowed the doomsday cultists to sneak in... In addition, you can send another flare to relieve the crisis to avoid misunderstanding."
"Yes, teacher."
Celie raised another white flare, and the projected face instantly brightened.
Churchill's tone softened.
"It's okay... It didn't cause any chaos. The situation everywhere is not very good now, so there can't be any more disturbances."
"Teacher, when will the army arrive?"
"There will still be a period of time when the location of the Trident River is too remote, making it very difficult to assemble the army..."
Suddenly, there was a huge shake on the screen, and the psychic interference became extremely serious.
It wasn't until tens of seconds later that the screen returned to normal.
But several huge wounds have appeared on Churchill's face, and the black breath is rushing to get into the wounds.
Churchill opened his mouth and ate something, and the black aura was gradually dissipated.
"The king ant is really tricky."
He turned his head sideways and said.
"Little guys, you have been guarding Lighthouse No. 20 in the past few days. The fierce battle seems to have awakened the ghosts in the river. Don't let them interfere with the battlefield on the west side. It is already very dangerous there."
Lannister asked calmly: "Teacher, is the situation very bad now? Have we found the location of the queen?"
Churchill gave a rare sigh.
"No, the Queen Ant's spiritual energy is too strong, and any detection will have no effect on it. We can't move in the underground world. Demonized ants are still pouring out from the entrance near the Trident River. The White Tower can observe the entire area.
The black mist is gathering here. Obviously, if we can’t kill the queen ant, we will never be able to clear out these crawling insects.”
He paused and continued.
"However, the little guys did a good job. We have stabilized the situation for the time being, but we don't know how long we can sustain it..."
"Okay, the time for communication is almost up. That's it. If you have any questions, go to Commander Tyrion. Don't use the Raven Messenger to find me. In such dark depths, it will get lost."
With a snap, the psychic communication disappeared.
Lannister put down his hand, and the flame mark on it returned to its original state.
Rhodes took a curious look and asked, "Can we contact Mr. Churcher like this?"
"No, this is the privilege of first-level combatants. Only the triple flame mark has this ability, and it consumes a lot of money. It is generally not used."
Celie curled her lips and said: "You are talking nonsense again, do you think Rhodes doesn't know?"
I really don’t know... Rhodes thought carefully about what Lannister had just said, suddenly thought of something, and asked.
"You mean, the spirit floated out after you killed him?"
"Yes."
"Is it a creation of the Book of Destiny?"
"According to speculation, it is like this. The great leader of the Polluter Sect has influenced many people through the Book of Destiny. He has become a big source of pollution and a huge factor of instability in the royal city. The Internal Affairs Judgment Office is stepping up its search for him, but
He hid too deeply and never achieved anything."
Rhodes fell silent.
If the twisted spirit is the creation of the Book of Destiny, doesn’t it mean that the essence of the Book of Destiny is the soul of the Ancient God of Destiny?
The majestic god was actually made into a book?
He remembered that Meredith, the master of the White Tower, told him that the Ancient God of Destiny and the Ancient God of Flesh and Rebirth were relatively special ancient gods, and they disappeared for some unknown reason.
And they are looking for the Ancient God of Destiny.
At that time, Meredith told him that he had the aura of the Ancient God of Destiny. Once the preparations for the ceremony were completed, he was asked to go back and cooperate with them in the ceremony to find the whereabouts of the Ancient God of Destiny.
But if his inference is true, then there is no need at all. The Ancient God of Destiny has been made into a book and is dead long ago. It is impossible to help Trorian.
Even if we look for her, we have to look for her in the sewers.
Of course, Rhodes was not sure whether his speculation was true.