0162 Chapter 4: The End of the Ordinary (Section 33)
The golden mask was originally the symbol of the supreme leader of the apostolic organization on earth. It was the task entrusted to Scarry by the God Lord. It was an important part of their unfathomable plan, a responsibility and a supreme honor.
But these visionless mortals gave up their responsibilities for their own benefit. They instead took the golden mask as their own, trying to covet the secret of eternal life through the divine power it contained.
It was precisely because of the betrayal of these damned ones that the gods had to adjust their plans. And he had to run around on the last day when the end must come, unable to watch this wonderful moment with peace of mind.
Of course, Smiling Silver Face is not a devout believer like Sad Mask. He joins the apostles and does his best to fulfill Silver Face's duties simply because his inner desire is consistent with the Lord's goal——
Destroy this world.
In short, when Zhen Cheng participated in the detective game in Olympus Manor, the Undersea Cathedral was paying close attention to the entire process. Therefore, through the burned-down manor, Smiling Silver Face recognized the place connected by the destroyed passage.
"Do you see where it leads? Tell me."
At this time, the chief researcher suddenly asked.
"Olympus, the land of the Scarry tribe." The silver-faced apostle replied subconsciously, more like talking to himself, confirming his guess.
Regarding the inappropriate questions, he only thought it was the normal curiosity of a scientific and mystical scientist about his field of research.
"I see, then where is the fragment in your hands now?" Following the silver-faced apostle's words, the chief researcher continued to ask.
Behind the eternal silver smile, the smiling apostle raised the corners of his real mouth: "Of course the key is where it is used to open the lock.
Gold comes to the world, glory ends! The oracle will surely come true. This is not a goal of faith that the compassionate guy made up casually.
Those ignorant people of the Oracle Order have been doing the right things unconsciously from beginning to end. Everything is within the plans of the gods."
"The plans of the gods... Then I am even more curious," the chief researcher slowly took a step forward: "What are those old immortals planning in this world?"
"What? Why are you asking this?" Obsessed with pursuing the key to doomsday, the Silver-faced Messenger felt that something was wrong in his mind. There seemed to be something awkward, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"Why? Of course it's because I was waiting for your report," the chief researcher gave an unexpected answer: "Have you forgotten? You were here to report to me."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I remembered. Since I need to report to you, the progress is going very smoothly. The plan of the gods... is the end! The end is today!" The silver-faced apostle's exposed eyes burst out with enthusiasm.
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Three seconds later, the enthusiasm faded, followed by indescribable panic: "Why should I answer your questions?! No, how could you ask these questions? Who are you? What are you...?"
Screaming harshly, Yin Mian secretly controlled the angels who stood up. No matter what the mysterious existence in front of him was, it must be wiped out at this moment, and he could not wait even a second longer!
If you let it affect the plans of the gods, then you may even end up waiting for the end of your life and your efforts will be in vain.
But no matter how he ordered or controlled it personally, he never saw a ray of holy light coming from behind him.
At this time, even though he knew that he should never look away from the enemy in battle, the Silver-faced Messenger couldn't help but turn his head inch by inch to look behind him.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen angels with strong bodies and handsome looks.
But what he saw were more than a dozen human sticks twisted into twists.
Their former martial prowess could no longer be seen from these twisted strips of flesh. All that was left in front of the Silver-faced Apostle was nothing more than strangely standing strips of skin, broken bones, and metal fragments twisted into a twisted mass of biological tissue.
From head to toe, it was twisted in at least a hundred spirals. The flesh and blood were bloody, and the bones were broken!
It was only at this moment that the silver-faced apostle realized that an inexplicable pressure was emanating from the chief researcher. He suddenly turned around and faced the opponent's dragon-like vertical pupils.
"Dragon Power?! No! The underlying universe cannot tolerate the power of an angel being twisted with just one thought! The dragon clan has been extinct long ago! This is an illusion, you cast an illusion on me!"
"Good job, guess again." After cutting off all the opponent's power, the chief researcher didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action against the silver-faced apostle.
"What I should have discovered a long time ago! It is the "string" that should not appear in the space debris originally. It indicates the connection sequence of the debris images, allowing me to imagine the picture on the other side of the passage;
Whenever I think normally and realize something abnormal around me, I will have a strong "obsession" to pursue and retrieve the key, thus affecting my rational judgment;
The angels who could not have been fatally injured in our dimension were completely destroyed due to "distortion"; when you twisted the angels, you released the unique pressure of the "dragon";
In the end, there was something wrong with my "memory", so I forgot the key things and regarded you as the person who needs to report the work.
String, obsession, distortion, dragon, memory. The illusion magic that combines these elements is... the labyrinth of the mind! The person in the world who can use this magic... you, you, you... you are..."
The silver-faced apostle still had that mocking smile on his mask, but at the moment it seemed like he was being mocked.
His voice was trembling violently, just like his legs. Looking at the whole world, no one had ever been able to make him lose his temper like this.
"Oh? Who do you want me to be?" The chief researcher tilted his head and smiled. For a moment, the serious scientist gave people a weird and playful feeling.
In contrast, the silver-faced apostle's expression gradually stiffened, his eyes slowly became dull, and the tremors all over his body became more exaggerated, and gradually formed a rhythmic swing like a broken robot.
As his body swayed strangely, he uncontrollably opened his mouth to respond like singing, and read out the name that no matter how much his subjective consciousness rejected it, he still couldn't resist stating it:
"You are the only person who has cleared Lamarck's game, the patron saint of music and women, and the arcane ghost of Blood Candle Keep;
You are the only one of all things, the true master of all things, the freedom of all things, and the land of all things;
You are gift and divine rebellion, the spokesperson of billions of universes; the consciousness and mind of the world;
You are the inheritor of the three laws, an arrogant person who tramples on order, and the eternal enemy of the gods;
You are the original God Lord who has lost his memory, the supreme soul who has lost himself, and the source of trouble in all heavens and realms;