Lightning flashed in front of Derrick's eyes in the distance. In a daze, he seemed to glimpse the call of distant history, vaguely conveying the faded secrets.
Strange murmurs lingered in his ears, and Derrick subconsciously wanted to resist, but his desire for light and hope for the future guided him to want to delve deeper. He reached out to explore, but he could only grasp a piece of nothingness.
"Derrick Berg?"
"Derrick Berg!"
A deep and majestic voice rang out, suddenly awakening the unconscious Derrick.
He looked around in confusion, and was surprised to find that he was tightly tied to a chair with silver chains. The pure white light from the "Crown of Glory" above his head swept over him, making him feel inexplicably weak and exhausted.
In the semi-enclosed interrogation room, Alexander from the six-person panel looked at the boy who looked nothing special in front of him. The dark green symbols in his eyes were like a wolf seeing its prey in the darkness.
"Elder Alexander, what's going on?"
Realizing his situation, Derrick instinctively wanted to break free, but the spirituality that burst out from the silver chain condensed into substance. Tiny sharp needles stung his muscles, and dense "silver needles" gathered together.
Together, they look very similar to the debris set off by the light storm of "Dawn Knight" from a distance.
"Do you remember what happened?" Alexander rubbed the stubble on his chin and relaxed his limbs.
what happened?
Derrick, who was no longer struggling, was stunned for a moment. Immediately, a large amount of compressed memories returned to his brain like a flood. Like a ghost floating outside his body, he "saw" himself from entering the dungeon to returning home in the past few days.
All memories after that.
The old voice, the cold iron wall, the vague shadow of a young man seen like a sleepwalker, the mottled and illusory black dial, the twelve links glowing with gold... and...
Mr. "Fool"!
Derrick suddenly opened his eyes to the limit and was shocked by his own memory.
I actually performed a blasphemy ceremony to Mr. Fool in Silver City in front of the monitors. That guy, that outsider, invaded my spiritual body and almost entered Mr. Fool above the gray mist.
Kingdom of God!
The scenes of horrific memories did not numb Derrick from the shock. Instead, a biting coldness rose from the soles of his feet, completely waking up the half-grown boy.
"I, I don't know." His shoulders were slightly shrugged, and his green cheeks were full of dejection.
The dark green symbols in his eyes struck straight into his soul. Alexander, who didn't notice anything unusual, snorted and patted his knees. The exaggerated figure, which was over two meters tall, completely covered Derrick just by standing up.
"No matter whether you remembered something or not, the chief will personally handle your matter next."
The relatively young "Demon Hunter" looked at the mysterious patterns on the wall, and the firm lines on the side of his face twitched unnaturally.
"If you remember any important clues, don't try to hide them. You probably don't want to spend the rest of your life in a dungeon."
As he spoke, he walked towards the exit behind him and knocked twice on the heavy stone door. The stone door disappeared and a taller figure stood behind the door, with a dim white light in his right hand.
"chief."
Alexander nodded slightly, not surprised by the chief's arrival.
In his opinion, although this old man who is over eighty years old is at the same level as himself, he is a role model that he cannot surpass and is the demigod who truly supports Silver City.
"The 'psychoanalyst' at the Round Tower is checking on Barbossa's condition."
The image of the "hermit" flashed through Alexander's mind quickly, and he nodded without hesitation.
"I'll take charge of this."
The gray-haired Colin first glanced at the dejected Derrick in the room, then nodded, tightened his grip on his glowing white right hand, and walked in without saying a word.
Alexander bowed slightly, his spirituality spread, and the thick ancient stone door returned to its original position the next moment.
The oppressive room was closed again. Derrick raised his head and looked at the chief in the darkness, feeling a little lost for a moment.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the chief's pair of light blue glasses are so similar to the old man in the dungeon whose mind has been split and out of control. It's just that one is still clear, while the other has been erased by long years of prison life.
"You should still remember the outsider that the former team leader talked about in the basement?"
The candlelight on the interrogation table was dimly lit, illuminating Colin's deeply twisted face covered with old scars.
Derrick lowered his head in guilt, his voice dry.
"That outsider, he controlled me."
He still feels that the memory behind the dungeon is strongly unreal, and even though he has been freed from the restraints, he still cannot see clearly the face of the mysterious young man in his memory, just like the former team leader in the dungeon.
Listening to Derrick's answer, Colin nodded slightly and said calmly:
"He belongs to a weird sequence called 'parasites'. The person in the cell next to you was his former parasite."
"Him?" Hearing this special title, Derrick opened his mouth in surprise, followed closely by worry and panic.
"Don't worry." Colin's light blue deep Gujing Wubo slowly opened his right hand holding the white light, revealing a pocket watch with fine structure.
"Your last prayer, no, it should be the existence that he last tried to communicate with that shattered his clone, leaving only this item."
"That ritual helped us see clearly the identity of the outsider, and also indirectly eliminated the danger."
Colin's eyes reflected the relieved Derrick, and his tone suddenly became solemn.
"However, I need you to explain where you got that ritual."
A trace of panic flashed across Derrick's face, and he hurriedly lowered his head again. He was silent for a while before squeezing out a few words.
"I got it from a piece of pottery that I got on the black market before."
"That pottery fragment belongs to an abandoned city-state."
Colin narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Which city-state originally belonged to which race?"
Derrick's eyes were wandering. He was struggling with whether he should reveal the truth to the city-state that was mired in darkness, and he was struggling with the majesty of Mr. Fool.
In the end, fearing that Mr. "Fool" would give up caring for Silver City due to his betrayal, he told a lie with great difficulty.
"It was the city-state ruled by the dragon Loholid before. I got my honorary name from a pottery tablet written in Elvish language!"
Seeing Derrick roaring out in self-defeat, Colin's expressionless face evoked a faint smile.
But the smile subsided before it was noticed.
"Elvish?"
"Yes." After telling a lie, Derrick suddenly felt that his chest was no longer so heavy, and he said with a somewhat unfamiliar half-truth:
"I'm also very confused as to why there are honorable names written in Elvish language in cities ruled by dragons, so..."
"So, I was a little curious, relaxed my vigilance, and read out the honorary name on it."
"I remember that the symbols you carved on the candle were 'pupilless eye' and 'twisted thread'." Colin interrupted him.
Derrick was stunned for a moment and nodded blankly.
"Yes."
The weak candlelight was still flickering, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Derrick suddenly felt a hint of surprise flash through the chief's vicissitudes of life.
"Do you still remember what happened after reciting the name, and the hidden existence told you his name?"
Derrick swallowed his saliva as he vaguely realized something, and suddenly felt that his upper and lower jaws seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
"He, he calls himself the 'Fool' and also the 'God of Mysteries'."
...
The westernmost part of the Forsaken Land.
The huge dragon wings vibrated slowly, and the stirred airflow in turn lifted up the long and dark shadows, rushing straight into the thunderclouds.
Roholid, soaring in the lightning jungle, looked down at the darkness below, his dark golden pupils shining brightly, ignoring the distance, sweeping across every corner of the ground.
As a giant dragon that had been holding on since the blockade of the God-Forsaken Land, he knew very well that there had been a city-state here that had received the Creator's oracle. After confirming that the city-state was still holding on, he immediately prayed and told the Lord.
The huge body slowly fell, and Roholid's gloomy eyes reflected the outline of the city dotted with lights, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief.
The Creator has fallen for two thousand years, but the remnants on earth are still faithfully fulfilling His oracle... The gray-white fog wall blocking the sky in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the three giant dragons in the sky speak one sentence at a time.
, quickly recited the honorable name of "Secret", and then suddenly accelerated.
The crimson mark on Loholid's reverse scale flashed, and the surrounding darkness turned into waves, drowning his figure. On the huge wall of gray mist facing the Moon City Altar, a shadow lacking light expanded.
, the huge bubble expanded rapidly and burst silently the moment before it reached its limit. A three-headed dragon raised its head, like the wings of an iron curtain bathing under the gray-white barrier behind it, shocking everyone in the ceremony.
Tranquil darkness rose from the horizon, and Moon City High Priest Nim stood in front of the Moon City residents as if facing a formidable enemy. He stood vigilantly against Loholid, who exuded holy light.
"do not be afraid."
"I am the 'disobedient' who is bathed in the glory of my Lord 'the God of Mysteries', and I came here in accordance with the oracle."
Three heads symbolizing different stages of life were lying on the ground, and the shadow of the holy symbol of the "God of Mysteries" floated in the air, illuminating every numb heart.
...
Above the gray fog.
Klein, who was looking clear and alert, suddenly stopped moving, and then looked at the crimson constellation embedded in the dome, and saw that the star symbolizing Loholid was pulsing.
Before he could react, a slightly pale finger had already pointed in that direction. "Secret", who had been missing for two days, threw a ball of light at the star with an expressionless expression. Klein, who was still a little confused, just said
I felt the gray fog boiling and then calming down.
"what is that?"
He looked at the expressionless "Mystery" and waved his left hand, and the living things floating on the long table disappeared under the wash of the spiritual wave.
"Secret" lowered his head and blinked his dark, dull eyes.
"The necessary preparation to obtain new believers is also the purpose of the plan that the envoys of the Hanged Man are working hard on."