Aaron's hands were waving messily in the air, struggling to wake up from his deep dream.
"Huh, nightmare? I never thought I could dream at this age, ha!" Aaron stretched out his right hand with black turbid liquid remaining and wiped the big beads of sweat from his forehead.
After pinching his throat hard and enjoying the inexplicable joyful suffocation for a few seconds, Aaron squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of the huge painting hanging on the neat wall covered with involute pattern wallpaper.
"Ancient God of the Deep Sea, no, your name is Dipser, right? No, you are not an Ancient God, you are the Creator." Aaron roared towards the painting with an angry look.
Immediately afterwards, he held the long mahogany table in the office with both hands, took off the metal lace glasses he wore every day, and roared:
"You control everything, right? You control everything, right? You let the virus and extraordinary spread throughout the wasteland world, but then a monster descended through a ritual? Monster? Monster!"
Aaron roared angrily, staring at the "ancient god" in the scroll, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The background color of the painting presents an everyday pure black, which is as despairing as the black dome of Socrates.
Although the city he was in was the "Kachi" brand tank that the Lost Man secretly drove into Migov more than a week ago. It was invented by "Kachi", a mechanic before the New Year, by modifying the internal combustion engine to improve efficiency.
Transport to Chekavsk, the largest industrial city of the empire.
But the mysterious, inexplicably cold aura lingering around him did not dissipate.
He stared at the painting in front of him, and his slightly aged lips began to tremble slightly.
The artist who created this strange painting is unknown, but the dried paint and slightly peeling parts still reflect the ultimate sense of age.
The painting as a whole depicts the "Ancient God", a god who grows in the deep sea and brings murder and confusion whenever he comes to the world.
He was in a mass of pitch black mixed with turquoise waves, his scarlet eyes staring angrily at a small sailboat at his feet.
His head is shaped like an octopus, and the tentacles extending outward are his beards.
At this time, He was facing the thunder and lightning, opening his broad wings with visible bones, his hands in a terrifying embrace shape, and extending his eagle-like claws to show the power of a god.
"You planned all of this, right? You let that boy, no, that monster kill our tragic lost ones. Although I don't know his name yet, I can now identify you as the god who created him. You,
Will you let him inherit your terror and become a god?" Aaron roared almost madly.
"My brother Yato, he has never killed humans who do not belong to the battlefield at will. He was even inspired by [Goddess of Love] Natasha and devoted all his money to raising those children abandoned by the law. Now he is just surviving
In this miserable world, this is not his fate. If he did anything wrong, it was only the two rituals initiated after being coerced by that old guy George." Aaron murmured to himself.
After staring at the "Ancient God" Dipser in front of him for a few seconds, he suddenly felt a trance.
The next second, his slightly older face, covered with chapped wrinkles and with a brown scar extending from his left eye to his lower right lip, appeared on the bathroom mirror.
I could no longer suppress the pain in my heart and the gastric juices in my stomach that were constantly overflowing from eating raw meat and blood. After retching twice, I vomited directly on the white washbasin.
After staring blankly at the red vomit mixed with stomach acid, Aaron subconsciously opened the rusty faucet, pulled out the stopper of the basin, and watched the scarlet vortex gradually disappear. He finally felt a trace of it.
peaceful.
"Kayas, the middle grade reciter, was also killed by that boy. The telegram just sent yesterday was ended by him with a terrifying red power. Our 'Hope Church' outstanding young man, among the elite of the Lost
The elites, as well as the outstanding scholars, powerful fighters, and those with the most promising ability to decipher the content of 'The Confused Song', actually fell into his hands so easily? It's unbelievable!"
Aaron hit the ceramic basin hard with his scarred right hand that had just been washed.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a pain like being touched by an electric current across his chest.
After using all his strength to sit back on the red single sofa sewn with animal skins, he beat his chest hard, but his eyes drifted to the center of the mahogany table where there was a telegram sent by Shenjie Highland, as well as two small
Not a small box.
"Is this what the suffering people of sequence 5 must go through? Maybe it is, the Creator. The lost and the extraordinary people all need to go through this process to advance. Obtaining the suffering sequence core is one of the easiest, but the experience
The painful process is the most torturous. Human beings are born with the wisdom core, and the lost can easily obtain the inspiration core. And some elites have already received the pain core since birth. But if you want to be promoted to the fourth level, then
You must experience the pain of near-death. Is this your revelation?" Aaron was half-lying on the red leather sofa, tilting his head and looking at the painting.
After more than ten minutes of silence, he finally woke up from his trance, sighed and murmured:
"Promoting to level 4 requires not only magic potion, but also magic power and combat. But as long as you are promoted, you can enter the major levels 1-4. Each large level is divided into seven small levels.
, each level of improvement will produce a qualitative change in its own strength.
Unfortunately, Kayas has already improved the material content of the promotion potion and is about to send it to the Silent Highlands. If the situation in Chekavsk is not so complicated, maybe there is no need to send him there. Alas, forget it, we still have to wait for John to bring it.
His apprentice and experimental subjects are here. But at the banquet in two days’ time, I can’t lose my dignity. Yes, my dignity.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How about taking a look at these two sequential monsters first? I heard that they were sent by the city branch of the Sequential Monster Research Foundation that has ceased operations and can be used in battles.
"?" Aaron stared at the paper and box with his brown eyes curiously.
The deciphered message on the paper contained only two lines: "mb-101: Oil lamp of hope, mb-102: Bracelet of spying."
"The Oil Lamp of Hope, I seem to have heard of this item. It is a product left behind in the palace of the old Crusted Empire. I heard that as long as it is lit with a flame, one can see the fields full of tranquility and peace. But if you try to enter that state
If you do, you will definitely fall into madness. Maybe it is the madness of hope? If you have a chance, try it." Aaron pushed aside the box engraved with "mb-101" and reached out to touch the second box.
The delicate feeling of wood passed through his fingertips, and he suddenly felt the magic power in his body creating a ripple like a calm lake.
"MB-102, the bracelet of snooping, for testing strength?"
Just as he stretched out his scarred hands to open the wooden box, he suddenly heard the sound of the wooden door handle of the office turning.
Immediately afterwards, a "click-click" sound of high-heeled shoes passed through his ears, which frightened him and put the two boxes into the drawer on the first floor of the wooden table as quickly as possible.
"Mr. Aaron, how are you preparing for the evening banquet with the senior officials of the Zine Empire and the vampires in two days' time?"
A woman with a plump and slender figure, a face that was perfectly fair and rosy covered by foundation, and who was deliberately dressed in a pure black suit and short skirt, walked slowly in front of Aaron.
On her chest was a badge with an engraved chimney that belonged to the Chekavsk "Industrial Party". She was holding a post in her hand that was pure black on one side and covered in bright red on the other. Her demeanor was particularly dignified.
"Kashaeva, you are dressed very formally today." Aaron said leisurely, staring at Kashaeva's beautiful figure covered in pure black, suppressing the male emotions in his heart.
"Mr. Aaron, this is an invitation to the dinner. As the current prime minister of the Industrial Party, you will definitely be favored by the Zine Empire Parliament. But, how could those men think that they would be in charge of half of Chekavsk?
Mr. Aaron turned out to be a lost person. And he is still using them to crack and find the gods in the silent highlands. However," Kashaeva's red lipstick-smeared lips raised slightly and continued:
"You encountered no danger on your way to Migov."
"Danger? Haha." Aaron snorted twice with a smile on his face.
He sat up directly from the red leather sofa, stared at Kashaeva's face for a second or two, carefully smelled the scent of the expensive perfume sprayed on her body, and said deeply:
"Of course there is no danger. That old man John promised to save my brother. He also recommended to me a young man who was favored by the Tenin sect. Moreover, didn't our 'Hope Church's' exploration in Silent Highlands go smoothly?
?Except for those who were driven crazy by the singing and committed suicide, at least we are also getting closer to the core location. That temple, or should I say... temple?"
"For this reason, you don't hesitate to make a deal with that greedy fat man Holly Clay, using the lives of 20,000 people in the five legions of the Zine Empire in exchange for equal power between us and them?" Kashaeva said in a strange tone.
asked.
"Equality? Speaking of my assistant, Kashaeva, I order you to kneel down!"
Aaron's voice seemed particularly low and cold.
I don't know if he was frightened by the sudden order, or if he didn't react at all.
Kashaeva just froze on the spot.
It wasn't until a pistol named "Wolf" was pressed against her head, and there was a crisp sound of the trigger being pulled in her ear, that she slowly bent her knees with a look of doubt on her face and knelt down on her legs.
.
"That's right, Kashaeva. You are a woman, you can't say the word equality to me. There is no equality in this world. War brings peace, slavery brings freedom, ignorance brings wisdom. Just like those few
They are just like the women waiting to be executed for violating the "Extraordinary and Industrial Regulations". They may be unconscious, or they may have been deliberately exposed to magic power or extraordinary power, and are regarded as witches. Isn't it funny? It's the New Yuan era, actually
There will also be burnings to punish witches. Okay, get up!"
Aaron ordered, and then he took out a one-ounce, round gold coin engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern from his pocket and threw it beside Kashaeva, and continued:
"I heard that Ina, who was sent in advance, has woken up. She is a woman, and you are a lost woman. You know how to guide her with your power. I will give you half a day. She is the key to finding the daughter of Tool Yuan.
All I want is for you to let him learn an old Crusted piece of music and show it to those politicians. You know, gods can only be contacted by us lost ones. And," Aaron held his chin and thought:
"The Lone Wolf Society and the defeated legions from various places have begun to enter our city, and someone needs to arrange them properly. Also, the Blood Night Ceremony, yes, the ceremony, will be carried out in Sogra in 25 days, and we also need to use the airship
Deliver the materials for making the 'Dark Blood Crest' to them. I will officially take over as the ruler of this city in three days. These are all issues that need to be resolved urgently."
As Aaron spoke, he walked to the clean window of the small office with his leather shoes making a "tapping" sound, and stretched out his hand to open the cyan curtains embroidered with inner curling patterns.
The morning sun outside was rising slowly, accompanied by the unique pitch-black tone of the industrial city, and the rows of large chimneys not far away emitting black exhaust gas uncontrollably upwards. Aaron looked towards the central square closest to his position.
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Several women bound with hemp ropes and a flame ignited by gasoline came into his sight, and their roars mixed with pain reached his "indifferent" sensitive ears belonging to the lost.
middle.
***The author has something to say***
The Chekavsk chapter is officially opened. This chapter exists in parallel with Ronai's Sunida chapter. This is the last chapter before the Silent Highlands chapter.