On the outskirts of Backlund, in the basement of a building.
The "Sexualist" demigod Jax, who was feared by Sharon and Maric, was suspended in the middle of the altar made of numerous bones. The shadows in the cramped basement were affected by the malicious spirituality and clung to the surface of the wall as if alive. Shrink tightly.
Several silhouettes of "demons" with deformed and twisted bodies are hidden in the flowing wave of shadows. Ferocious blood-red sights are cast from all directions, adhering to the bottom of the altar made of white bones and flesh and blood stumps, adhering to the two symbolic meanings. The completely different holy emblem symbols are mixed together in strange patterns.
The octagonal altar exudes a rich purple-red light, and blue-black spots float in the mist-like layer intertwined with the light flow, constantly fighting against the crimson spirituality overflowing from Jacks' body, one ebbing and the other ebbing, as if to represent Two beings who cannot be here in person fight and entangle.
The only light in the room was tightly bound in place by invisible forces, and combined with the billowing black tide adsorbed on the inner layer of the basement wall, it actually created an illusion that could rival the dusk glow in the small space of complete darkness.
It's a pity that this magnificence will not be appreciated by the world, and because of its strange crimson color, it will definitely be regarded as the most abhorrent heresy by major churches and be punished.
Fabuti silently stared at the "puppet" tightly tied in the center of the altar, his sharp gaze slowly passing over the face of this native of the southern continent.
It crossed his brown skin, the deep wrinkles and ravines on his face, his sparse white hair like autumn leaves, and his motionless brown eyes.
Despair and madness were brewing in these eyes that were like dried resin. The weak body of the demigod was not strong enough to withstand the power from the "Bound God" or even the "Mother Tree of Desire". Under the suppression of the aura of "Origin Castle", he could only Being able to face the "Devil King" alone and restrain his hidden anger, struggling pitifully in the double hell of endless gibbering and the roar of the "Mother Tree of Desire".
"Unfortunately, if the 'Mother Tree of Desire' hadn't planted 'seeds' in every demigod of your 'Indulgence Sect', I might have given you a happier way, leaving only your body as a container."
The humanoid shell gradually collapsed. Fabuti, who looked like a giant dragon with nine heads and ten crowns, murmured blasphemous words. The words alone were enough to leverage the extraordinary power of the sentence, like a real blade, peeling off Jacks' skin inch by inch. The "demon" wandering in the viscous shadow finally collapsed quietly after witnessing an aura that was far beyond what his character could bear. Those followers of the "Blood Worship Cult" who were seduced and brainwashed by Fabuti turned into balls of viscous The plasma poured into the purple-red light mist that bound Jacks one after another, and was captured by the green and black spots floating in the light mist. It quickly evaporated and purified, and turned into a sacrifice to the "Origin Castle".
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master who is farther than the distance."
"Rooted in the ancient mystical gods."
"I beg for your attention, for your grace..."
Fabuti calmly recited the honorable name pointing to the "God of Mysteries", and the nine very similar but slightly different dragon heads were facing several different directions.
Gray-white mist sprayed out from the wound in her abdomen. Above the gray mist, she temporarily blocked the "secret" of "Origin Castle" with the help of her own personality and Tianzun consciousness. Looking down at the lower world, blue-black rot covered her whole body, belonging to the completely divine body. Gold occupied the boy's eyes, and countless smooth tentacles stretched out from under the robes, frantically beating the quaint palace like a giant's palace. Those high-back chairs flashing with different symbols were broken into stones and dust under the madness of the mythical creature.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
"Secret", who barely maintained his human form only above the collarbone, tried to distract himself with his breathing, and did not actively listen to the useless trash talk from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".
The pure gilt is entrenched in the darkness of the eyes, like a large ball of thick paint sprinkled into the black ink. Although the black itself is strong enough, in the face of the huge disparity in the size of the years, he is losing little by little.
were ruthlessly assimilated.
Soon, only a little darkness remained in the entire gilded area.
"Haha... ha, last time Amon suppressed your recovery through the air. This time I took the initiative to block the 'Origin Castle' but it was self-defeating..."
A monocle with a contoured shape was pressed against "Secret's" eye sockets. Her right hand struggled to get close to the round thing, and the corners of her mouth that were exaggeratedly split to the limit maintained a crazy smile.
On the altar of reality, with his skin completely peeled off and most of his blood and muscles stained black, Jacks suddenly opened his mouth, and an unprecedented scream erupted from it.
The sluggish crimson rebounded under the sudden increase of support, and the green and black floating in the light mist actually faded a lot.
Fabuti, who appeared with an appearance close to her real body, ignored all this. After becoming completely "demon", she broke away from the personality shell that was stabilized by the "God of Mystery". As the oldest "cold-blooded", even in the face of death threats, she
My heartbeat can no longer speed up.
The brilliance from the decay of stars at the edge of the universe is brewed in gold. As the most unique symbol of the "Gate" pathway, the unique projection occupies the original left eye of "Mystery", echoing the monocle on the surface of the right eye.
If it had been in the past, if it had been activated to this extent, Tianzun, who was about to regain consciousness, might have laughed out loud in a very humane manner, but at this time, the light of the flickering stars was spreading with soft crimson, coming from the same "pillar"
The erosion warning forced Tianzun to give up this adventure.
The silhouette of the lake's monocle collapsed without hesitation into a gray mist. Most of the black and blue decay had subsided, with only a little bit of the irrepressible pollution still remaining on the surface. The flamboyant tentacles re-condensed into a pale torso, with a crazy smile.
The "mystery" of the earth finally lowered its power. Jacks, who was screaming with all his strength, suddenly fell silent and lost the protection of his skin. The figure in the flesh-and-blood lake gave up his struggle. As the light mist completely controlled by the green and black spots dispersed, he let it go.
Fabuti's breath infected the spirit body, and pieces of iron-black scales and dark purple new skin covered the flesh again.
The gray-white mist in the air returned to history, and the bone altar under Jacks' body seemed to have experienced a long period of time, weathered and decayed, and was supported by an evil spirituality. Although it was fragile, it was difficult to collapse.
Fabuti, who returned to his human form, looked at the "demon" "puppet" in front of him, and the corners of his bloodless mouth slowly raised into a smile.
"Backlund, the first step to disaster."
...
"Backlund, the first step to disaster?"
Edmund Yin Asong's point of view slowly increased, and he completely separated himself from the long river of fate. A rare doubt appeared in his eyes.
For a moment just now, her spiritual warning vibrated for no reason, and she felt an inexplicable trembling feeling that made a mythical creature like herself tremble.
After hurriedly doing divination, I got this result.
Although I have seen the haze hanging over Backlund before, it has never been so clear this time... Edmund, who was feeling a little panicked, walked quickly to the window and put his right hand on his chest.
I silently recited the honorable name that I had not prayed for for a long time.
"The scroller of the spiritual world and time and space..."
"The reborn phoenix..."
"Pious in the afterglow of the old days..."
The mellow and mellow voice suddenly stopped. In front of the window of a house provided by Aurora Society, Edmund Yin Asong stared at the red moon that occupied most of the night, his handsome face slowly frozen in horror.
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Bayam City Port.
Amon, who was dressed in a jacket and wide-leg trousers, was walking and drinking while holding a teana fruit in his hand. This strange fruit is regarded as a rare and delicious drink by many indigenous people at sea.
She stood at the highest point of Bayam's port, behind the monocle of her right eye, her curious gaze penetrated the obstruction of the house wall, staring with interest at the figure enjoying the coffee.
Ambrosius, who had recently lost an important target, had just brewed coffee. Suddenly, she suddenly felt that someone was secretly observing her.
The strange thing is that this kind of observation does not contain any malice, and the other party does not even hide it intentionally. It is like the child next door squatting by your window, looking at the older brother who is working, but is too embarrassed to disturb him, so he can only use "
The eyes remind you to come out and play soon...
Suppressing these random thoughts, Ambrosius looked in the direction he was peeping, and saw an Amon smiling at him.
Just as she was about to "roam" away, the Amon stole the distance between them, took a step forward, and came to the room where she was.
"Yeah, nice coffee."
Amon took a sip of coffee that he had stolen at some point.
Ambrosius, who was wearing a white robe with gold trim, carefully looked at the King of Angels, and decided to sit down and take a look first, but would run away if anything was wrong.
"How did you find me?" Ambrosius asked carefully.
After drinking half of the coffee that Ambrosius had not tasted, Amon reluctantly put down the enamel cup in his hand and said with a warm smile:
"You old guys are quite nostalgic, so you can always gain something if you go there one by one."
"It's just that most people now don't know the past history, so they think your whereabouts are erratic."
She smiled, looked at the soles of her feet, and said in a long tone:
"For example, you care a lot about the so-called 'Poseidon' Kavitua."
Most people who know the existence of those histories are not as free as you... Ambrosius slowly exhaled, and then said seriously:
"So what's the matter? Come to see me, a lost dog?"
Amon smiled and shook his head, a faint light flashed on his monocle.
"It's nothing, it's just that I always have to review before starting class after a long absence."
"For example, you always have to tell me why the 'God of Mystery' has been pretending to be out of control for so long?"
...
In an unoccupied room in a cheap hotel in the East End.
Klein, who had just followed Maric and Sharon to meet up, looked at him in surprise. Maric, who had been chatting with him normally just now, suddenly had a facial convulsion. After a period of convulsions, he barely returned to his original state.
This "living corpse" quickly took out the "Crimson Moon Crown" he carried with him, put it on the back of his chest, and then walked quickly to the window, only to see a red moon in the dark night dyeing the road red, cold and cold.
The moonlight is magical and rich.
"Full moon?"
Klein, who was standing in the house, also saw the vision outside the window. You must know that before they entered the hotel, the red moon in the sky was still half incomplete!
It seems to be written in "The Book of Karaman" that the red moon itself is the manifestation of the "primordial moon", but it is clear that the goddess is the true god who controls the "red moon"... Klein carefully observed the moon Unlike Hong Yue in the past, she only felt that the spirituality in her whole body was growing crazily, filling it to a terrifying level, and something seemed to break out of her body when her spirituality completely reached its peak.
"It's the 'Mother Tree of Desire'."
Sharon, who had been in the "Wraithful Soul" state just now, revealed her figure, her light blue eyes looking directly at the crimson in the sky, tinged with a different color.
Klein watched Maric close the curtains tightly, turned around and asked:
"You mean, this is a vision caused by the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"
"Should." Sharon just nodded slightly, and then said nothing, but the rare movement in her eyes revealed that her inner emotions were not restrained at this time.
After confirming that the room would not be illuminated by the red moon, he took out a sedative from his body. Maric, who was familiar with injecting it into the body, took over the conversation and took the initiative to explain to Klein:
"Although the Church of the Goddess of Night has always promoted that the Goddess of Night is the symbol of the red moon, almost all extraordinary people in the southern continent know that the 'Mother Tree of Desire' has the power to affect the waxing and waning of the red moon."
As the sedative slowly entered the bloodstream, Maric's trembling lips calmed down.
"When the 'Rose School' was fighting internally, she used Red Moon to completely suppress the power of the 'Temperance School'."
It also led to the fall of His Highness...Maric silently completed the following words in his heart.
This sounds a lot like the ancient god Lilith described by Little "Sun"... Klein unconsciously looked at Sharon, who seemed to have forgotten to hide her figure and was suspended in the air like a projection, motionless.
However, the "Rose School" masters the "alien" path, which should not be adjacent to the "Medicine Master" path. The identity of this "Mother Tree of Desire" is very mysterious.
"But this is also a good thing." Maric, who was completely sedated, took a breath and said slightly weakly.
Seeing that Klein was attracted by his words, he took a few steps back and sat on the chair to explain.
"Although the 'Sexualists' will not be suppressed by the full moon, they will not deliberately restrain their power, which makes them more powerful."
"If nothing else happens, Jacks should have difficulty controlling himself."
"So he has only two choices: indulge his desires and expose his existence, or take the initiative to leave Backlund before being pursued by official forces?" Klein tentatively expressed his guess.
The somewhat depressed Maric was stunned for a while, and then nodded blankly after listening for a while.
"That's it."
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"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
Forsi locked himself in the room and gritted his teeth. He endured the sharp pain in his head like a sharp knife and recited the honorable name of "The Fool" word by word.
Finally, before the next wave of even more intense gibbering and roaring broke out, a crimson mass exploded in front of her eyes.
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