A mouse with light gray fur shuttled between the table legs that were full of heating and the pungent smell of wine. Its big brown-black eyes glanced at the calves with trousers rolled up one by one. As it turned crazily, it revealed,
He raised his head and searched for the invisible thing that made him feel uneasy.
Densely packed spiritual threads floated loosely over the tavern, sometimes heading left together, sometimes several threads were wavered by an invisible hand, and the pirate's body that touched the roots stagnated slightly and quickly returned to normal.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
The mouse under the table leg was suddenly frightened. Its two round eyes were full of fear, and its big, pitted, drunken face filled its field of vision.
The unconscious pirate looked at the frightened little creature and did not move. He just smiled blankly, his eyes rolling upwards with the giggles, and the rough skin slowly squirmed, revealing the white bones underneath.
.
Within a moment, the pirate who was smiling down at the mouse turned into an out-and-out monster. Shaking his big face that was separated from flesh and blood, he grabbed the unable to move mouse in front of him and swallowed it into his stomach.
After doing all this, he quickly wiped away the weirdness that should not appear on the face of ordinary pirates, sat down again like a normal person, and returned to the drinking party where he was bragging with other pirates.
The whole bar was peaceful.
"Is there anything else you want to add?"
In the private room, Tracy carefully looked at the adventurer opposite who had brought great pressure to her, and her fingers holding the diamond bracelet tangled unconsciously.
Hermann, who had become a secret couple, thought about it carefully, and his expression that lacked warmth softened a little.
"'Admiral Iceberg'."
He conveyed the conditions that another group of secret puppets had heard from Klein, and looked at Tracy who was not following the train of thought and said:
"'Vice Admiral Iceberg' will probably arrive in Bayam at the same time as Senior."
"She will be the necessary insurance when we are dealing with the natives and Senior."
Aboriginal?
What does this have to do with the indigenous people?
Tracy pursed her lips and frowned.
"I don't understand. If you want to take advantage of the Poseidon believers, I'm afraid they won't have much energy left in the confrontation with the Church of Storms."
"That's not a problem." Mysterious Hermann did not explain his thoughts, but just shook his head.
Instead, he pulled out a piece of white paper from his arms and shook it in front of Lieutenant General Disease's master and subordinates across from him. The brand new white paper was instantly covered with a layer of text.
"You just need to hand these over to the demigod behind you..." Secret Couple Herman's lips cracked into a smile, "It should be Katarina, right?"
"She'll tell you what to do."
Tracy, whose mother's identity was easily exposed, became increasingly certain that the adventurer sitting opposite her might be a real demigod with a changed appearance.
He hurriedly took the paper, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the contents on the paper without leaving any trace.
On the brand new stationery, the few words written by Huan Shu can be seen clearly, and they look somewhat similar to the fonts on her mother's favorite documents.
"Happy Halloween."
...
"The 'God of Mystery' slept in ancient times and woke up at the call of the Lord."
"She is the head of miracles, the scroll of destiny, the reflection of the foolishness of all things, and the greatness of transcendent spirituality."
"The Lord said that when time flows again and the sky breaks into pieces, she will be the first ray of light in the end."
"It was also from the time this article was added to the holy book that the news that the 'God of Mystery' awakened as Halloween spread to every city-state ruled by my father."
Amon smiled habitually, flipping through the old animal skin scripture in his hand, half-smiling and half-sighing.
"I remember that Halloween was supposed to be the... Ghost Festival of my father's time?"
"This sounds like a holiday Salinger would enjoy."
Pushing up the monocle on his eye socket, Amon put away the holy book and took a step forward to steal the distance between himself and his destination.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and in the disorderly place where the spiritual world and reality collided, a huge illusory head danced with tentacles violently pieced together in skeletal sections, roaring like a son of God coming towards him.
These tentacles snatched from various deep-sea creatures were entangled with lightning and strong winds, but they lost their target before contacting Amon. They were distorted by chaos and pulled aside due to the "wrong" space rules.
Amon, who was dressed in black robes, shrugged and walked forward with a smile. His figure kept disappearing and reappearing, and soon he came to the depths of this disordered land.
She came to a huge ruins made of countless bones.
A thick pillar, engraved with strange patterns and symbols, passed through the center of the ruins, almost touching the top floor. The broken section told that it was once a pillar of a palace, but in the face of too long time, everything was forgotten.
Amon recognized this kind of pillar. In the era of the Elf King, including the elven city ruled by her father, this kind of pillar often appeared in places such as churches, symbolizing a bridge to communicate with the gods.
"Except for the place where Nasim was sheltered, this should be the best-preserved place in the Five Seas..." Amon's eyes stayed on the top of the broken pillar for a second, and he murmured to himself.
However, she quickly put away her interest in playing archaeologist, and moved her gaze downwards to the bottom of the pillar, which was more attractive to her.
It was a thin young man whose whole body was hidden in the gray mist and lightning storm. His broken eyes revealed absolute reason.
This is a "mysterious god" that she has never seen before. It is a state of the "mysterious god" that existed before she was born and was preserved by the fog of history.
Uncontrollable, green and black mold broke through Amon's skin, and an unprecedented strong desire spread from his extraordinary characteristics to his internal organs.
Amon, whose face was slightly distorted, listened to the amplified ravings of "Tianzun", skillfully found the "errors" in the rules, and distributed the painful negative state to the spirit world wandering in this disordered land.
Biology and real life.
In an instant, the sheltered corpses and distorted spirits filled the space between the spiritual world and reality. The guards wandering outside the palace became busy, and thick silver bodies appeared one after another.
"Such a strong pollution makes me suspect that you are actually the clone of the previous 'Lord of Mysteries'."
Amon kept a distance from the figure under the pillar and straightened his monocle that had fallen off due to frowning just now.
The figure in question moved for a moment...and then continued in that half-dead state as if he hadn't heard anything, except that the mist in front of him became a little thinner.
She paused, looked at the figure who was silent, but the broken color in his eyes became much more stable, and continued:
"Did I say something wrong?"
Amon put away his smile and touched his chin worriedly, Ruo Qiu.
Finally, the figure behind the mist couldn't stand the fact that he was keeping a careful distance from himself, looked at his own behavior with the eyes of a patient, and opened his mouth.
"I......"
She was stunned for a moment, only to feel that her voice was hoarse than she thought.
"I do not know you."
"But the breath on your body feels familiar to me."
The figure with eyes full of confusion and doubt dissipated the fog and asked sincerely:
"What's your relationship with her, with me...and Aarons?"
In the third era, in order to retaliate against a certain bastard who followed him to learn Chinese, Zhou Mingrui once gave Russian to Amon.
However, the son of God did not study seriously, and Zhou Mingrui was only so-so in Russian, so Amon could only understand roughly, and his only interest in this language, which had no extraordinary effect, was to get closer to his father.
This caused Amon, who was not very proficient in Russian, to mishear the last part of what the figure in front of him said in Russian.
Aarons means light... Amon slowly opened his eyes.
So what is "and my light"? Why does it sound so much like the disgusting lines in modern romance novels?
The "Angel of Time", who had lived for nearly four thousand years, had a frozen expression.