Chapter Thirty-Three Blessed Life Xuanhuang Tianzun
Returning from history, the giant dragon woven by shadow and light covers the sky and the sun, and the wings of the stirring storm continue to raise huge waves in the ocean of subconsciousness.
Fortunately, the corresponding reality here is only a small village. Although there will be casualties, this intuitive mental pollution will at least not spread too far under the blockade control arranged by Ambrosius in advance.
On a certain island in the ocean of subconsciousness, the giant dragon that weaved nightmares has died. The scales and muscles on the surface of the body have melted into colorful black mud. The forest-white skeleton is dim and dull. Only the eye sockets are shining with dreamy light.
The fragments of the halo are condensing.
Ambrosius, who was also floating in the air and surrounded by flames, stared cautiously at the shadowy figure in the sky, a terrifying giant shadow between illusion and reality. There seemed to be stars twinkling under the surface of his skin, as if he didn't know when.
It will collapse.
It was an era when the ancient gods had not yet completely silenced themselves and the Creator had not yet appeared in the world. The Dragon King was contaminated with underground pollution. It was a fear that existed deep in the heart of every demigod dragon and would never fade away.
Why is it that the dragon clan, which has not been cleansed by the Creator and has no single "audience" path to the true god other than the Dragon King, is now in such decline?
This is not only due to the pursuit of human gods and churches at the beginning of the Fourth Age, but also the result of this terrifying imprint raging in the subconscious aggregate of the dragon race after the Dragon King fell and the Sea of Chaos lost its master.
Why do I keep encountering this kind of thing recently... Ambrosius stared at the giant dragon in front of him, his nerves tense. Although his spirituality was ready to expand at any time, he did not dare to seize the opportunity, for fear that something might happen.
A mutation occurs.
For angels, although they are qualified to know the Sefirot, and even Ambrosius himself often has frequent contact with the greatest of the Sefirot, this does not mean that they can withstand the changes of the Sefirot, even if it is just
Unintentional pollution.
Even the true God is hard to resist!
First there was the "Uncertain Fog", and now it's the "Sea of Chaos". I wouldn't be surprised even if another "Shadow World" or "City of Disaster" appeared... I have been tracking the movements of the "Uncertain Fog" recently.
, Ambrosius, who was collecting possible information about the activities of Sefirot, felt a headache.
Perhaps the "Dream Weaver" who summoned this phantom is dead, or perhaps this false dream is not enough to truly reveal Angelweed's full state. The dragon king in front of him just stared blankly, majestic and dominating.
There was no unnecessary movement in the sky above the subconscious ocean.
But Ambrosius didn't think that the other party would just let him disappear or let him handle it. He once heard the Lord say that that bastard reptile might not be dead yet.
This is the ocean of subconsciousness and the home of the "audience". Who knows what will happen?
He looked deeply at the "shadow" that was constantly flapping its wings, nodded and said silently:
"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 pray for your attention..."
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"A fool who does not belong to this era."
...
Who is calling me?
Back in the apartment, Klein was suddenly startled as he was washing up, and he subconsciously touched the human skin mask by the sink.
He must climb up the gray mist to see who is calling him, so even if his body in reality is protected by a spiritual wall, it may not be able to prevent possible disturbances.
And I want to make this a habit and never leave my mask... Klein completed his preparations, walked four steps backward, and climbed onto the gray mist with familiarity.
But this time, he only sat at the top of the long bronze table for a second, and then was "thrown" to the opposite bottom, the "world" position.
There was a surge of crimson, and he was wearing a black robe, and the "secret" with faint golden lines on the surface of the clothing solidified, and he sat on the throne of "The Fool".
He pointed to the side of his right hand and said in a calm voice:
"This time you are looking for me."
Looking along the direction, Klein was slightly startled as he watched the unfamiliar crimson stars expand and contract.
"Didn't you abolish your honorary name?"
Klein remembered that when he died, "Mystery" had mentioned that he was going to give up his previous honorary name and use Klein's newly created honorary name in order to hide his identity.
"Secret" didn't pay attention to this, but moved his fingers and explained the principles calmly.
"The honorable name of a god is deeply bound to his spirit and his extraordinary characteristics. Even if he has died, as long as his extraordinary characteristics and his position are not occupied, he can still respond by borrowing his previous honorary name.
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"Of course, in most cases, what answers prayers is just the residual spirit and the spiritual residue of extraordinary characteristics. This is the same principle as how some demigods use sealed objects to answer prayers."
"The abolition of the honorable name I mentioned before does not mean that I completely separate myself from the honorable name, but that I no longer actively respond to it, thereby pretending to be in a state of death but still with spiritual remnants."
Klein listened to Ban Shen's explanation and nodded slowly, his movements mechanical and stiff.
He had discovered a long time ago that his so-called half body seemed to have the habit of being a teacher and willing to explain knowledge to others.
This is not only Klein's own personal experience, but also synthesized from his few answers to questions from Tarot Club members and the memory fragments in his notes.
Didn't He also write his own diary? He had his own students, several "children" and juniors.
Now think about it, behind these simple words, perhaps there is some kind of lonely emotion hidden, which is the inability to go home... Loneliness?
Seemingly seeing that Klein had understood the relationship between honorable names and gods, "Mystery" no longer delayed and instantly triggered the crimson star symbolizing Ambrosius.
This is His first follower, an angel who has experienced the waves of history, and generally does not pray to himself...
The crimson stars spread instantly, forming a hazy picture. "Mysterious" turned his neck slightly and looked sideways, only to see a familiar "old friend".
"Angelweed." He murmured softly, his voice still calm, but Klein, who was watching curiously, felt an uncomfortable chill.
As a "seer" who has established a deep connection with the source of matter, and as the future container of a certain existence that is peeking under his robe, he is very keen to smell the unique atmosphere of the "Sea of Chaos", and in his mind belongs
Extraordinary characteristics, the part that belongs to the "original" begins to expand.
"Secret" looked calm, as if he hadn't heard the whispers in his ears, and kept tapping the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers. Silently, the majestic spirituality had set off huge waves, one after another.
A stream of gray mist surged towards the illusory star, exerting influence through history.
The golden lines on the pitch-black robe spread silently. His head was slightly lowered, and the wide hood blocked his beautiful face, avoiding the curious sight of Klein opposite him. The silver-white mask under the hood was almost completely solid.
What kind of existence is Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?
As the being who has spent the longest time with Him after the opening of the new world, "Mystery" can be said responsibly that He is a willful god who does not need to follow any rules and pursues "fun".
He is the source of the "Faceless Man". In a sense, He has no fixed personality, only different masks.
He is clearly inhuman, but he pays more attention to emotional waves than any other creature. He treats the world as a theater and creatures weaker than himself as a source of fun. He is lofty and extremely vulgar.
If part of the power of the "Chaos Sea" hadn't been directly exposed to His eyes this time, if there hadn't been a just-in-time container to use, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun would never have affected Zarath, which he had secretly contaminated, and helped the "Secret"
"Cover the breath.
Of course, it is difficult for that level of pollution to directly occupy Zarath's consciousness, otherwise he could be resurrected with the help of another container, without having to deal with the "mystery".
Now, the most he can do is attract Zaratul here without his knowledge, that's all.
As the two masters of Source Castle, they reached an agreement at this time to jointly hunt Angelweed who was still alive!
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"I pray for your attention."
As the last elvish syllable was spoken, thin clouds of gray-white mist suddenly appeared around Ambrosius, and this mist was spreading and becoming thicker.
The starlight under his skin became more and more brilliant, the dark shadows intertwined into a wide robe, the hood covered his exotic face, and the last touch of blue in his eyes faded, leaving only the purest darkness.
The "god of mystery", the "ancient god" who inherited part of the authority of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", has descended.
The image of Angelweide in the sky suffered a huge impact. Suddenly he roared, his movements became panicked, and the pupils that had been blurry in the eye boxes shrank, and the dark golden vertical pupils were extremely clear.
The fear before the death of the main body at the end of the second era once again occupied the brain.
"No more pretending?"
"Why don't you run?"
"Isn't this like you?" The "mysterious" voice was layered, as if it contained three different emotions, the coexistence of peace, joy, and indifference, the voice ruthlessly mocked, and the crackling sound of the space was already wrapped.
A giant four-legged creature in the sky.
The gray and terrifying giant beast was confined in the false sky of the subconscious ocean. The light in the surrounding space was distorted and full of "cracks". The entire dragon was like a bug embedded in amber. It was sad and ridiculous.
"Aren't you very good at acting?" The body had completely collapsed. The dark robe supported by countless wriggling star bugs mocked mercilessly. The hood symbolizing the face looked at the corpse on the ground, "You are
When did you attract these little crawlers?"
"Didn't you transfer your 'personality clone' here long ago and stare at the battlefield?"
"Why haven't you come out? Do you think you don't deserve the 'door'?"
"Okay, let's put it another way, 'fooling' or 'mistake', which one is better?"
Angelweed struggled violently in the broken space and did not dare to respond, because the "pen of Alsuhod" and the "city of miracles" had not yet been combined, and the "sea of chaos" manifested in his body by nightmares
The projection cannot be truly transformed, and can only use its own sharp claws and body to slap the broken space in vain, constantly feeling the tearing pain and miserable roaring everywhere on the body.
Looking at this funny scene, the smile in "Secret's" voice was extremely obvious, and he did not shy away from it. He tilted his head in a wicked way and said word by word:
"Tell me, if I use 'error' to create a loophole now, will your body be interchanged with the location of the personality clone that occupies the 'nightmare'?"