Hodge has a clear understanding. In his opinion, everything in the world is composed of rules.
Life, old age, sickness and death are the rules.
Plants grow, mature and decline, the same is the rule.
And the deep-seated rules revealed in this world are obviously crazy and twisted.
Because of madness and distortion, so much pollution and evil are born.
"All the paths to the gods come from the blasphemous palaces that appeared in the Second and Third Epochs. It is said that the most essential words are recorded in them, the shapes of extraordinary properties are recorded, and the formulas and production methods of magic potions are recorded.
, and the corresponding ritual process.”
"Many creatures believe that the birth of blasphemous palaces is a blasphemy against the true God and the gods, and should not be left in the world. Therefore, these palaces were quickly destroyed by greedy people, but the magic potion sequence in them is inevitable.
The story spread, and angel families were born one after another. Among the creatures, there are werewolves, vampires, phoenixes, and even dragons."
"In that era when various races competed for the throne, many forces rose up and many forces fell."
"The Palace of Blasphemy is the source of it all."
Marquis Bach looked at Hodge and revealed another secret.
"The Palace of Blasphemy?"
Hodge remembered this word and always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.
"Okay, this topic is over."
Marquis Bach also seemed to feel that the topic was going too far, and said softly: "Tell me the reason first. Why do you want to be this bait yourself?"
"Because I have the breath of the Lord in my body." Hodge thought for a moment and said the matter directly.
"When the High Priest of Sloth killed me, he said that I had the favor of the Lord and that I was a person gifted by the Lord, and that this gift was more than him..."
As he listened, Marquis Bach's expression changed. He looked at Hodge, his eyes flashing, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing this, Hodge also stopped and stopped talking.
He was very aware of the seriousness of this matter. After all, the Lord among the Eternal Demonic Cult believers was the evil god among evil gods. He was wanted by all the major churches. More importantly, this evil god had a very high status.
Is it a god in various senses, or the kind of ancient god who survived from ancient times.
This evil existence, just by chanting his honorable name, may drive itself crazy, fall into incredible chaos, and eventually transform into a monster.
"what do you think?"
Marquis Bach asked after pondering.
"I don't know exactly why I'm being paid attention to by the evil god... But, father, you have to believe that I will find a way to get rid of this kind of attention. At least for now, I have no signs of mutation, and it is normal for me to gain something.
of."
"Instead of worrying about things that haven't happened yet, it's better to work hard to improve yourself, and then find a way to get rid of the evil god after you reach a higher level."
Hotch showed a relaxed and confident smile and said seriously.
Hearing this, Marquis Bach fell silent. He didn't understand why the person he always wanted to protect was paid attention to by the evil god and could be contaminated at any time.
"Hodge, I said that after you advance to Sequence 9, I will give you a gift."
Marquis Bach suddenly changed the subject and said this.
"do you remember?"
Hearing this, Huo Qi nodded and said: "Remember."
"Okay, I will give you this thing today." Marquis Bach nodded slightly, shook his right hand slightly, stretched out his index finger, waved it gently in the void, and wrote special and complex mysterious symbols.
The combination of twisted lines and chaotic characters is covered with a deep mystical charm, like an endless black curtain above the fog, or like a weird and twisted endless cave with no end in sight.
Hotch quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to continue looking at his father's writing.
The level gap between the two sides is too big.
Currently, these characters and twisted threads are not something that a Sequence 9 can spy on.
Along with Marquis Bach's writing, green shimmers gradually brightened up, and hazy light spots gradually illuminated the entire surrounding small living room.
Hotch's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked at the door. Twisted, ripple-like air waves gradually emerged, like bubbles, covering the entire room, making it difficult for the faint light to illuminate.
"This is this?" Hotch murmured as he looked at the transparent bubbles floating in the water.
Hotch could feel that this bubble-like film was blocking all sounds, lights, gases and other things that could be sensed by the five senses, as if the entire space had been stripped away.
This feeling... is a bit like being in a mysterious space, and a bit like being in the Kingdom of Lilith? Is this the prototype of the Kingdom of God... Hodge secretly thought in his heart, comparing it with the black mysterious space, and contrasting with the situation in the Kingdom of God.
After looking at it, I felt that it was somewhat similar.
"This is a spiritual space. It is a way to isolate a part of the space with your own spirituality to prevent the leakage of extraordinary power. I will teach you when I have time."
While Marquis Bach was explaining, he stretched out his left hand, reached into the endless void, and grabbed out a thick and powerful snake covered in feathers. The big snake struggled violently, spitting out snake messages from time to time, and stared at it with its vertical eyes.
By Margrave Bach.
The large python covered with feathers had murderous intent and ferocity in its eyes, as if it would burst out in the next moment and bite Marquis Bach's neck directly, biting him to death.
"Father, be careful." Hotch suddenly became nervous, stared at the big python, and put his hand on the gun bag.
"It's fine."
Marquis Bach smiled slightly, knocked the bulge on the python's head, and said in Elvish: "Spit that thing out."
Hearing this, the big python shook his head, stuck out his tongue with great resistance, and backed away desperately, as if he wanted to get back into the void and disappear.
Marquis Bach pulled hard and threw the boa constrictor to the ground. Green flames burned on his fingertips and he pointed at the boa constrictor's bulge: "I don't want to say it a second time."
It's still Elvish.
The boa constrictor seemed to understand human nature. It looked at the green flames on Marquis Bach's fingertips with great fear. Finally, it lowered its head, opened its mouth, and spit out a wooden box filled with viscous liquid.
Marquis Bach nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the Void Gate that had not completely dissipated.
The boa constrictor knew what Marquis Bach meant, and glanced at the wooden box longingly, tilted his head, and thought for a while, but still didn't have the courage to snatch this item away in front of Marquis Bach, and finally it scurried into the void lonely.
The door disappeared.
"Father, what is this?"
Hotch looked at the disappearing python and asked.
"This is a spirit world creature with the blood of the feathered serpent. It is a contracted creature that I captured while roaming the spirit world. It has a bit of a weird temper, but it will become more honest after a beating. I quite like its unruly look."
Marquis Bach smiled lightly, raised his hand, and used the shimmering elves around him to burn and evaporate all the viscous liquid on the wooden box.
"Feathered Serpent bloodline?"
"Isn't this an ancient creature?"
Hodge's first thought was, if he used a blood cup, could he extract the blood of the feathered serpent?
At this moment, the big python, which had just returned to the spirit world, suddenly trembled and its feathers exploded, like a frightened wild cat.
It looked around vigilantly, and its spiritual intuition suddenly felt a hint of malice, as if some terrifying existence was staring at it.
It hurriedly swam deep into the spiritual world at an extremely fast speed, not daring to stop at all.
This malice follows it everywhere, making it feel scared...