The densely packed mercenary regiment's convoy was parked on the narrow street. The surrounding crowd had already fled in all directions, and there was an eerie silence on the sidewalk.
At the front of the convoy, on a simple jeep, a man with short curly brown hair stood up from the passenger seat. He held the gorgeous sword at his waist and looked forward.
An elegant and handsome middle-aged officer wearing a city defense army officer's uniform with short brown hair was standing alone in the center of the street, blocking the path of the entire huge convoy.
The officer was Wright, and the man with short curly hair standing on the jeep was Albert, the leader of the mercenary group of the mining consortium.
Wright glanced at Albert in front of him, adjusted his white officer gloves, and made an invitation gesture with a smile.
"Captain Albert, now is the perfect time, why don't you sit down and have a cup of coffee?"
"No need."
Albert's face was as dark as water. He glanced at the mining building in the distance and raised his left hand to make a gesture.
The huge convoy began to slowly change lanes and take a detour from another road.
Albert got out of the jeep and looked at Wright.
"Captain Albert, you also know that the mining consortium has never trusted you,"
Wright adjusted his gloves and held the pistol on his waist.
"You are nominally the leader of the mercenary group, but in fact you have no control over the mercenary group. The affairs of the entire mercenary group are controlled by those direct descendants of the board of directors.
"They don't give you any favors in peacetime, and they treat you like a herd in times of crisis. Even in the most critical moment, they don't dare to let you stationed in the building of the mining consortium. Why should you risk your life for such an employer?"
"Stay in your position and do your job,"
Albert's face was calm, and he clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, "How they guard against me has nothing to do with me,"
"That,"
Wright stared at the man in front of him, "Looks like there's still going to be a fight?"
His figure disappeared instantly.
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As the gorgeous and solemn wooden door was slowly pushed open, a spacious conference room appeared in front of He Ao.
The conference room is rectangular in shape as a whole, and the wall facing the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight passes through the glass and fills the entire conference room just right.
Through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, most of the "scenery" of Rock City is under the surveillance of this conference room.
He Ao took a step forward and crossed the door.
On the right side of the door is a wall that is not too narrow. On this wall hangs an oil painting that is worth a lot at first glance.
On the left hand side, there is a huge oval-shaped conference table, with pale people sitting around the conference table.
Most of them are older and have fine wrinkles covering their cheeks.
The oldest looks to be seventy or eighty years old, and the youngest is thirty or forty years old.
However, despite their advanced age, the faces of most of them are filled with a strange excitement, which makes their old bodies stand upright and appear to be full of energy.
This is the support of power.
Power is the best stimulant in the world.
He Ao walked towards these 'old people' step by step.
They gathered around the conference table and seemed to be arguing fiercely about something.
Some waved their hands angrily, some blushed, some were filled with indignation, and some were indifferent.
However, the picture stopped at this moment.
All their movements were frozen in this moment of argument.
It's like a perfect wax figure made by a wax figure master, everything is done lifelike.
He Ao walked to a man who stood up. His chest was rising and falling slightly, and his cheeks were reddish with anger. His body was still alive, but he could no longer move.
Their eyes had already lost focus, as if they had pressed the freeze button, and they stopped at that moment forever.
He Ao ran his fingers across the surface of the solid wood conference table.
The tabletop was very smooth and there was no dust on it. These people were forever made into 'wax figures', which must have happened not long ago.
The board of directors of the mining consortium, which was once aloof, commanding and arbitrarily deciding people's lives and deaths, has been turned into "lifelike" "living wax figures" here.
He Ao crossed the conference table and continued inside.
In the innermost part of this large conference room stands a huge bookshelf wall, which is densely packed with various books.
He Ao walked to the bookcase and heard waves of chaotic murmurs in his ears.
He reached out and touched a bookshelf above his head.
There were some familiar and unfamiliar books on this bookshelf. The first one was called "The Origin of the Great Storm".
He Ao did not pick up the book directly, but called up his spiritual consciousness and scanned the bookshelf.
Then he reached out, picked up the "Origin of the Great Storm", and placed it on the ground far away. In the process, he once again suffered the same pollution package he had suffered before.
But having had experience, he will be much more proficient this time.
After overcoming the pollution, He Ao turned his attention to the book behind "The Origin of the Great Storm", "The Death Notes".
This book was also written in the mystical text Denis. The moment he opened the book, He Ao felt that he had come into contact with a hazy great existence.
This great existence has no entity. He is like the dark clouds in the sky or the mist on the earth. He is formless and shrouded in a dark and dead silence. This dark and dead silence seems to be his residence and himself.
The moment he came into contact with this great existence, He Ao felt an extremely special 'babble' resounding in his mind.
This 'babble' has no sound, but it exudes a mysterious and evil temptation. It is tempting He Ao's soul, luring He Ao to 'sleep peacefully' and fall into eternal sleep.
He Ao did not react. He opened the book in his hand. He did not flip through it slowly, but directly turned on his super memory, flipped through it quickly, and memorized all the contents of the book.
As these Denis words entered his mind and formed specific meanings, He Ao felt that the silent 'babble' echoing in his brain suddenly roared like a huge bell, occupying his entire brain.
At this moment, he felt that his consciousness was leaving his body and falling into the boundless forbidden darkness.
That is the realm of the gods, the end of all life.
At this last moment, He Ao suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, slightly pulled out the dagger, and cut his finger with the sharp blade.
The moment his finger was cut, a faint whisper sounded in his ears, confronting the silent 'babble' and awakening him from the endless darkness.
The eyes that had lost their brilliance were focused again.
"call--"
He Ao breathed out, took a look at the wound on his finger, and took back his dagger.
As his consciousness returned to his original body, He Ao glanced at the "Death Note" in his hand and placed it on the ground in the distance.
In the copy world, knowledge itself is contaminated.
By reading the books of a certain god, it is easy to establish a connection with that god, become contaminated by the god, lose your life, or mutate into a twisted monster.
But He Ao is not worried. The more friends the better.
Before reading this book, he anticipated the possible consequences, so he also prepared "external" support.
After absorbing enough power related to the God of War, the dagger has been almost occultly bound to the God of War. It can be regarded as a special solidification ritual in itself.
Therefore, He Ao can use the dagger to contact the God of War, use the pollution of the God of War to offset the pollution of other gods, and skillfully strike a balance to maintain his sanity.
The content of this "Notes of the God of Death" is very simple. To be precise, it is not the Notes of the God of Death, but the notes left by a "wizard" who "pursues the truth of death."
Wizards are the self-proclaimed name of a group of people who pursue extraordinary truths during the Cataclysm. At that time, the entire world did not yet know the talent sequence and promotion paths. These "wizards" accidentally mastered extraordinary powers and pursued methods of promotion while groping.
Before the original Federation, many of the already established promotion paths for mankind came from these fearless pursuers of truth who spent their lives trying and making mistakes again and again.
Since the establishment of the Federation, almost no one calls themselves a wizard anymore.
This notebook only records some random thoughts and observations, and the 'wizard' who left the Death Note probably lived before the original Federation, in the era of ignorant and crazy cataclysm.
His talent sequence is related to the soul and the dead. The diary records his continuous pursuit of the truth of death, his step-by-step exploration and trial-and-error process, his promotion, and his process of becoming stronger step by step.
In the process, he judged that a great being who symbolized death existed in this world, so he began to follow clues to pursue this being.
The last record in the notebook is that the 'wizard' encountered an indescribable, formless 'black mist' without a trace of sound or light.
The entire note ends here.
However, judging from the name of this notebook and the contamination attached to it, the wizard should have finally got his wish and 'seen' the God of Death.
He Ao quickly opened the next book, "The Glorious Sanctuary".
This one is related to the eternal light, but only a small half of the book has no context, and most of the others are missing. However, this time he still encountered a wave of pollution from the eternal light.
Perhaps because the connection between this book and the eternal light is not as close as that of Death Notes, and most of the content is missing, the pollution is not strong.
To be precise, compared to the pollution impact of the God of Death, the pollution of the Eternal Light is not worth mentioning to He Ao. The level of the God of War's daily babble is worse than the 'greeting' babble of good friends every time they meet.
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I don’t know which sycophant wrote this book "The Sanctuary of Glory". Most of it is a tribute to the eternal light. The only effective information is to indicate a concept of hierarchy.
In the era of great cataclysm, A-level beings were called 'angels'. They were able to get close to the gods, have seemingly endless lives, and walk on the earth with the will of the gods.
An interesting secret was also mentioned in it. Angels have no humanity. They are basically indescribable monsters driven by gods.
Even after someone is promoted from a human to an angel, he or she will quickly mutate into an indescribable "angel on earth."
This secret is very interesting, but He Ao has seen a counterexample to this secret before.
The army commander of Chenxi City is A-level and maintains his human form.
If it wasn't for the rules of extraordinary beings that have changed in the past few hundred years, then it's because people in the Cataclysm Era didn't figure out some specific rules.
He Ao thought about the gibbering that appeared in his ears when he was promoted to C-level. According to the power gap between C-level and B-level, perhaps the 'pollution' and babble that B-level received would be stronger.
By analogy, Class A may not be inhumane, but they cannot maintain their humanity.
The pollution and madness they need to face may far exceed the B and C levels below. If they fail to fight, they will mutate into indescribable 'angels on earth'.
He Ao put the book in his hand on the ground far away.
If his guess is true, perhaps there are strong-willed A-levels who have resisted pollution and maintained their humanity during the cataclysm. So, where are these 'angels' now?
He Ao then opened the next book.
These books were not highly polluted and did not contain any particularly important contents. He Ao flipped through a few books and then threw them on the ground far away.
Then he looked at the bookshelf in front of him.
The pollution level of this bookshelf is already very low at this moment.
This bookshelf looks ordinary, with just a few books related to gods.
But in fact, a certain kind of ritual circle was constructed with extraordinary materials inside. Once He Ao forcibly destroyed the bookshelf, this circle would activate the power of all the books on the bookshelf and guide all the pollution to impact He Ao.
A little pollution from other gods can help Heao protect his consciousness when fighting against the pollution from another god. It's like a reef that can be used to help in the flood. He can survive the turbulent currents by cleverly using the power of the reef.
But a lot of messy pollution came together, and Heao was faced with a chaotic mudslide.
Someone used the contamination of the gods on these books to build a "pollution barrier" through this bookshelf to prevent others from crossing this bookshelf.
If these mixed contaminations were really activated, even B-level people might be seriously injured.
Even though He'ao's soul is more resistant to pollution, his body is still Nell's normal body. If he is washed away like this, he will be half disabled, and nothing will happen next.
He Ao noticed something was wrong with this bookshelf. Although he did not have rich occult knowledge to analyze this ritual array, he could directly use his spiritual consciousness to see the energy flow circuit of this array and guess the specific effect of the array.
It just consumes some spiritual consciousness. After all, the mystery of this ritual circle seems to be relatively high.
The way to solve this 'contamination barrier' is very simple, that is, take away the books above one by one.
But as long as you touch these contaminated books, you will be contaminated.
The person behind the scenes designed an unsolvable situation. Those who break the situation will be polluted no matter what. The only difference is mixed pollution and single pollution.
An ordinary C-level game might not even be able to survive "The Sanctuary of Glory", let alone "The Origin of the Great Storm" and the stronger "Death Notes".
And if you get B-level "The Origin of the Great Storm" and "Death Notes", you will suffer a little loss and your combat power will be reduced.
However, this game has no effect on He Ao, as his resistance to divine pollution is slightly higher than that of ordinary people.
He also gained a lot of knowledge for free.
After all, once the book is in your hands, you will definitely eat it if you take it. If you don’t read it, you will lose your blood.
Although reading will cause additional pollution, it is within He Ao's tolerance.
With the blessing of super memory, he doesn't waste time reading books. With quantum reading, he can memorize everything after just flipping through it.
Look at the bookshelf in front of you.
He Ao grabbed the dagger at his waist and pulled it out suddenly.
At the moment when the red light shone, the board members who were like wax statues behind He Ao suddenly turned their heads and stared at He Ao's back.
Then they rushed out like arrows from a string and violently attacked He Ao, trying to hinder He Ao's movements.
However, the red sword light showed no obstruction.
The sharp sword light passed through the bodies of these board members, covered by the splattered blood, and passed through the huge bookshelf. The sharp sword blade easily cut open the sturdy bookshelf.
As sword light flashed, a 'small door' was cut out of the bookshelf in front of He Ao.
Then he pushed hard, and the 'small door' collapsed, and a huge empty space appeared in front of He Ao.
Therefore, with the area of this floor, there should not be only one conference room.
He Ao cut off the last attacking director and entered the space hidden behind the conference room.
This bookshelf should have a mechanism that needs to be solved, but He Ao doesn't have time to solve the puzzle.
He even took care of the senior executives and did it on the way upstairs while taking advantage of the time.
Violence is not elegant, but it is very effective.
As He Ao entered, the first thing that caught his eye was a huge purple inverted triangle. In the middle of the triangle, an open eye embedded in the triangle was outlined.
The lines that construct this huge pattern are deep ditches, and in these ditches, a bright red liquid flowing like blood flows.
These liquids were pulled by an inexplicable force, gurgling like a stream, with a faint purple glow floating on all the liquids.
At the top of the pattern, which is also the farthest position from Heao, a beautiful woman blindfolded by black gauze is sitting on the edge of the ditch.
Her white feet were submerged in the flowing bright red, swaying gently, and her jade-like ankles and the red rope tied to her ankles rippled in the purple light.
She seemed to hear He Ao's footsteps. She slowly raised her feet and looked at He Ao. Her long gray-black hair swayed along her shoulders, and bright red liquid flowed along her crystal toes and through her beautiful arches.
, fell into the flowing ditch.
She 'gazed' at He Ao, her flaming red lips slightly opened.
Her face was still as calm as usual, but there was a hint of surprise.
"Truth watches all His followers."
He Ao looked at the woman's face calmly, "After the establishment of the Federation, the wizards' organizations were disbanded, and no wizards used the Eye of Truth pattern anymore.
"Some of the original wizards became believers of the God of Knowledge, some entered universities, and some disappeared from the records.
"And some of the wizards who control death believe in another god with the Eye of Truth."
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More than 5,000 words, ah, I gave up. It is impossible to write the story quickly while keeping it complete, unless I spend tens of thousands of dollars.
Well... I'll try to write as much as possible. An old classmate came back unexpectedly today, which delayed me for a while.
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