Ackermann initially awakened to his power, and the feeling of power gave people an indescribable experience.
It's like growing a third eye and observing the world from another perspective.
Even if there is only a small extra psychic perception now, it already makes people feel that they are transcending the mundane world and no longer an ordinary person.
Ackermann feels.
My heart, which was imprisoned in the cage, was torn and released, like a wild beast breaking free from the cage and running towards the endless wilderness.
When you have power, you feel bolder.
I didn't dare to think about it before, I used to be timid, and I used to be confused.
Everything has become the past.
Wearing a mask and being the chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, he walked at the front of the crowd. He didn't have to hold his head high, and he felt confident in his heart.
Not because of strength, but because of the confidence that a person has when he can completely control his own body and his own will.
"From now on, you are different."
"Ackermanmon!"
From the corner of his eye, he faintly looked behind him.
Although the people behind him all wore masks, he could probably recognize a few of them.
Many of these people had come to pay him a visit, and they were all nobles from the royal court.
After this crazy night party, they all obviously became a part of the darkness. Ackerman, who once had no power and foundation, has started to change from now on.
"The leader of the Cult of Corpse Eaters is using me."
"And I can also use him and them."
Just like when a person holds a sharp weapon, his evil intentions will arise.
After mastering power, it doesn't matter whether the power is your own or external; whether it is substantial or nihilistic.
It will invisibly push people forward.
It seems to be calling and telling you.
"Use me quickly."
"Use me to fulfill your inner unspeakable desires and evil thoughts."
Some people can suppress it, and some are driven by it.
Ackerman followed the chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult through the passage and came to a complicated fork in the road, where all the people in cloaks and masks nodded their heads.
But Ackerman did not leave, but followed the chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult to the top.
On the way, I saw many members of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult transporting things through the passage to the boats on the river on the other side.
He even used magic and soil to fill up the crazy night banquet hall just below.
Get out of the underground.
Climbing up the dusty stairs in the house, we reached the roof.
Ackerman asked the other party: "Why did you abandon this place?"
Chief of the Esoteric Cult: "For everyone's safety."
Ackerman: "You look very careful."
The head of the Tantric Cult did not say what happened before: "Only those who are careful can live longer."
Ackerman then asked another question: "You said before that you can empower people who do not have talents. You have indeed done it."
"But what should we do next? Or should we say that after we have the power, we can practice any magical inheritance?"
Chief Esoteric Cult: "In addition to the inheritance of the temple, ordinary magical arts can be practiced."
"But, Your Majesty!"
"We still have our own path of cultivation, a path that can quickly become stronger, as long as you have enough resources."
Ackerman looked at each other and said nothing.
The chief of the Tantric Cult originally wanted to give it a try, but when he saw Ackermann's appearance, he directly took out the "Corpse Eater Tantric Ritual."
"His Majesty!"
"It seems that you are different from ordinary nobles."
"But I can see the majesty of the king's bloodline from you."
Akmanmeng stretched out his hand, but saw the secret sect leader retracting his hand. Akmanmeng looked at the other party, thinking that the other party was waiting for a price.
However, the head of the Tantric Cult handed over a glove and told Ackermann.
"You can't touch her like this."
"Wear leather gloves with the poison of the abyss on them."
"This ritual is very important and must not fall into the hands of others."
Ackerman just put on his gloves. Although he looked a little calm, his inner excitement was still revealed when he read the contents.
Each of the words, pictures and strange symbols in the book represents a key to the door to the extraordinary world. Ackerman could not enter before, but now he has pushed the door open and entered.
Ackerman took a cursory look at it and asked the chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult.
"What does the Curse of the Lord of Purgatory mean?"
Chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult: "Your Majesty, do you think that there is no need to pay a price for mortals to gain power by breaking through the limitations of their talents?"
The chief of the Tantric Cult then told Ackermann his origins.
"My name is Thoro, and my father is a somewhat famous doctor."
"I was born with the talent of power, but the talent is not very strong. I cannot enter the temple and become a divine servant, and those famous powerful people's inheritance forces are not willing to accept me."
"I could only follow my father and become a doctor, but I have always been looking for ways to become a powerful person."
"If others don't give it to me, then I will create a path for myself."
"Isn't this how the powerful people of ancient times walked their own path?"
"Aren't those powerful magical arts created by the ancient powerful ones?"
Ackerman looked at the chief of the Tantric Cult.
Sure enough, everyone can rise from the bottom to the top.
Everyone who can break the rules.
None of it is simple.
No matter whether they are evil or just, no matter what kind of will they uphold, they certainly have talents and perseverance that ordinary people do not possess.
Just like the dark moon of the past.
Ackerman thought of that man again. He hated him very much, but he had to say it.
He yearns for it.
Yearning for that kind of perseverance and strength of will, yearning for that kind of unfettered freedom.
"Some people's will can break through the constraints and gain true freedom."
"They can break everything."
"They can even change the world."
Ackermann, who has been imprisoned for a long time, does not even have physical freedom, but he has already begun to yearn for that kind of strength and freedom in terms of strength and will.
The chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, Serro, didn't know what Ackerman was thinking, and then talked about what happened next.
"I have collected a lot of knowledge about divine arts, but no matter what I do, I can only linger on the edge of the most superficial power."
"So I, who is proficient in medical skills, began to try to understand the secrets of the human body. I believed that the bodies of intelligent species contain the secrets left by the gods; that is the most powerful power, the power that transcends all."
"one day."
"I couldn't help but eat the human body as the rumors said."
"I want to find the power left by the gods, the things that myths give us."
Sero's face was full of madness.
His expression was dark, and his inhuman gaze showed no trace of the compassion that a human being should have. In his eyes, similar people seemed to be just experimental materials.
But Ackermann just stood beside him calmly. He didn't seem too afraid of this kind of person.
Maybe it's because they all fell into madness.
In the next words, Sero finally talked about the curse.
"I look for the power I want from the body of the intelligent species, again and again."
"Until one day I suddenly discovered that I was cursed."
"It is an invisible force that wraps around my spirituality, like a hanging knife that never falls."
"At the beginning, I was very scared."
"But after the fear, I started to wonder why I didn't study and utilize this power."
"Isn't this kind of power that can be felt, this kind of real power, more direct than blindly looking for other powers?"
"It's just that I didn't expect that after being cursed, my original experiment would make progress beyond imagination."
"Through what this curse refers to, I discovered the true secret of the human body, and I discovered the bloodline in my body."
When Thuro said this, he was extremely excited.
This discovery is Thurow's proudest achievement.
"The myth is true."
"When God created us, he hid extraordinary blood within our bodies."
"This is the source of our wisdom and the origin of our strength."
"It is hidden in the deepest part of our body. As long as we can extract it and integrate it into our body, we can continue to become stronger and break boundaries."
This was the first time Ackermann heard this theory, and he listened very carefully.
Thurlow: "At the beginning, I didn't understand where this curse came from."
"But using this discovery, it only took me a few years to become a second-level power user."
"However, I began to summon the monsters of the abyss through rituals, then killed them, and then used rituals to devour them."
"This step went very smoothly. I became a third-level powerful person."
"I stand at the pinnacle of mortals."
At this point, Sero's words began to become deeper.
"But at the same time."
"I saw."
His deep voice was filled with fear.
"The burning star, the god sitting on the throne wielding the whip of fire, torturing the fallen sinners."
"She was looking at me and telling me that I didn't have much time."
"I eat people, and she eats me. This is a curse and a fate."
After Sero finished speaking, he didn't speak again for a long time.
Ackerman suddenly spoke, and asked Thuro: "That's why you found us in a hurry. You want to do something big."
"You need manpower and huge resources to help you get rid of the curse?"
Sero looked at Ackerman: "That's right."
"To be precise, it's not to help me, but to help us."
"The curse of the Lord of Purgatory is not just mine, but all the corpse-eaters."
"Believe me."
"If you could witness the scene of purgatory with your own eyes, you would know that death is also a gift."
Ackerman: "If you tell me these things directly, you will definitely need me to do something else."
Thoro: "I need your full cooperation. I can teach you my knowledge without reservation and tell you how to obtain power."
"But I also need your unreserved support for me."
"It's a deal."
"His Majesty."
Akmanmon is the king of snakes. Even if he is a king without any rights, he is still a king.
As long as he steps forward, the Corpse Eater Secret Order will receive unimaginable resources, and its power will expand rapidly.
Ackerman asked Thoro: "What do you want to do?"
The chief of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, Sero, looked at the "Corpse Eater Secret Cult Ritual" in Ackermanmon's hand, and asked Ackermanmon a question.
"Don't you think that a curse is similar to another thing?"
Ackerman thought for a moment and suddenly replied: "An invisible and intangible thing that only spreads among specific groups of people."
"This power is a bit like a plague."
Sero was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he did not expect that Ackermann would be able to associate this aspect so quickly. He had thought about it for a long time before connecting the two.
And this has a lot to do with it because he used to be a doctor.
But now Ackerman thought in the blink of an eye that sometimes your endless thinking is not as good as someone else's flash of inspiration at a certain moment.
"That's right."
"My next experiment is related to this."
"I don't know how the curse of the Lord of Purgatory was formed, but drawing on this power, I have researched something."
"I can use these things to gain more powerful power and create something extremely magical."
"I need more power."
"As long as the power becomes stronger, there will naturally be a way to solve the curse on us."
Sero looked at Ackerman with an inhuman gaze, but Ackerman did not see the ideal in it.
The other party is like a wild beast, a crazy corpse-eater who cares about everything.
Thurlow is a complete lunatic.
After he was cursed, the first thing he thought of was to make use of the curse, and then created the Corpse Eater Ritual.
And now, he wants to use the power of the curse to escape the fate he said the god had set for him.
Thuro held the skeleton scepter and looked at Ackerman longingly.
"I need your help."
"I need a huge force to complete my next experiment."
Ackermann didn't speak for a long time.
Thurlow said: "Your Majesty."
"Only those with power can control their own destiny."
This sentence made Ackerman raise his head.
Take control of your own destiny.
What a yearning sentence.
Ackermanmon said to Thurlow: "I will do my best to support you, madman."
Sero smiled: "Your Majesty, aren't you crazy?"——
in the following days.
Ackermanmon began to learn "The Secret Ritual of the Corpse Eaters" from Thro, and even became Thro's assistant in experiments.
He learned anatomy and various medical knowledge, and knew various secrets about life.
He learned various rituals and even knew how to summon those abominable and terrifying abyss monsters.
More than that.
He also continued to learn the extraordinary knowledge stored in the royal court.
His thirst for knowledge is the same as that of Madman Thurlow.
During an experiment to summon monsters from the abyss.
He even devoured an eagle demon.
Ackermanmon gained powerful power from the opponent, became a second-level powerful person in a short period of time, and also learned a magical technique about the wind curse seal.
He goes in and out of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult every day, and has become the second-in-command of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, and the gloomy and murderous aura about him is getting stronger and stronger.
Even the corpse eaters were a little afraid of him.
Devouring supernatural beings is the craziest move, and in the entire Corpse Eater Secret Cult, only Thoreau has succeeded.
A person who can swallow extraordinary beings and survive, can still maintain a sane state.
Then it is absolutely impossible for this guy to have real reason.
Everyone knows that Ackerman is an unimaginably crazy guy.
It's different from the crazy Sero.
Thoreau is like a crazy artist every time he experiments. He uses corpses, monsters, and abyssal species as drawings for his paintings.
Every time I do an experiment, I stop to admire it again and again, chattering away endlessly.
But Ackerman always stood calmly on the sidelines and completed the experiment meticulously.
In comparison, it feels even more terrifying.
Because Thurlow is a madman, but at least he is a madman who looks human.
late at night.
After returning to the palace, Akhmanmon had just fallen asleep in the dormitory when he suddenly felt cold; in the middle of the night, his whole body began to twitch.
He turned over and lifted up his long sleeves.
Then he saw a strange change in his arm, with terrifying black feathers growing on it, and his palms began to swell and look like claws.
Ackerman immediately knew what happened: "It's not good."
This is the aftermath of devouring the eagle demon. He has not yet fully digested the power of the corpse-eating ceremony.
Gain strength.
There is a price to pay.
Especially for this kind of power beyond the ordinary, the price is even more terrible.
Ackerman stood up immediately and wanted to close the door tightly. He was not sure what he would do next.
Ackerman walked to the door, and at this time his power was out of control.
Layers of black wings broke through the flesh and grew out, and Ackerman instantly turned into a monster.
"call!"
Accompanied by a strong wind.
A strange shadow suddenly appeared above the palace.
The guards in the palace immediately noticed this situation and gathered together.
"There's someone there." The soldiers shouted.
"There are shadows in the sky." Someone pointed at the sky and shouted.
"Someone broke in." Immediately, several powerful people woke up and chased them out.
"catch him."
But before they could take action, the other party disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye, carrying a strong wind.
Immediately afterwards, someone in the palace discovered a bigger problem: the King of Snakes was missing.
"No, the king is missing."
There was chaos inside the palace, and everyone was looking for traces of Akmenmen, the King of Snakes.
Ackerman rushed out of the palace, flew to the Shepherd's River in the blink of an eye, and then fell into the water.
Not long after, several chasing figures searched the surroundings and then headed in other directions.
At the bottom of the cold river, Ackerman seemed to be frozen into an ice block, but the abnormalities in his body gradually recovered.
After a long time, Ackerman finally returned to normal and returned to his human form.
At this time, the sky was also getting bright.
Ackerman walked onto the street in his pajamas, looking a little embarrassed.
At this time, there were already scattered figures on the streets, and there were vendors selling food on the roadside.
It was a kind of pasta dumpling, cooked into a bowl with the meat of a fang beast; it was steaming hot, and the aroma exuded was particularly attractive in the cold winter.
Ackerman was extremely tired. Something really happened during the night. He could be said to have struggled back from the edge of life and death.
Ackermann said to the stall owner: "Please make me one too."
Ackerman didn't know why, but said a word.
Although he felt like he was the only one here.
Beside him, a witch doctor was looking at Ackermann. Recently, the Supreme Gods may want to experience some folk flavors, so they often ask the witch doctors to go out and buy some human food.
Although the power of fairies can be transformed after analyzing food, it would be boring to have to do this when they come to the human world.
So the witch doctors became errand runners every day.
Looking at Ackermann, the witch doctor suddenly remembered someone for some reason.
Divine Hand Lester, her former student.
The other party later had a name.
Stuen.
The witch doctor suddenly spoke and said something.
"Stop it!"
"This is a road of no return."
Ackermann didn't suddenly realize there was another person beside him until the other party spoke.
The other person was standing next to him just now, and he saw the other person with his eyes, but his consciousness magically regarded the other person as not existing.
Thinking back on it at this moment, Ackerman suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
What kind of existence is this?
"Who are you?"
The female witch doctor stood on the roadside, and the two just looked at each other.
The witch doctor looked into Ackerman's eyes and finally shook his head.
"You are not him. His heart is full of light, even if he falls into darkness in the end."
"Your heart is dark, and there is never a moment of light."
Ackerman suddenly clenched his hand: "That may be because no light has ever come in."
The witch doctor picked up the packed wooden box and left.
Ackerman was confused until the end, and he had no idea what the existence in front of him was.
But he turned his head and noticed the strange pattern on the witch doctor's robe.
The shape of God with open hands is paired with the mysterious circle and symbol.
That pattern is so magical.
"Shadow of God."
Ackerman was stunned as the other party's shadow had completely disappeared.
Ackerman suddenly lost the desire to eat. He hurried back to the palace through the hidden passage, and then appeared in front of people.
The people who had been looking for Ackermann all night immediately surrounded him, as if they were afraid that he would disappear again.
"king!"
"Where have you been?"
Ackerman: "I saw a terrifying figure jumping down from outside, so I hurriedly escaped from inside and hid in a hidden place."
"I saw it was light outside, so I came out."
The old snake man who was a palace teacher walked up and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ackermann was intact, and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's okay."
Ackerman: "Teacher, nothing will happen to me."
The old snake man looked at Ackerman and said something very strange: "Ackerman, why do you feel like you have become a different person recently?"
Ackerman did not answer, but after the king appeared, the chaos finally dissipated.
The entire palace was restored to order.
And Ackerman walked into his room, picked up a pen and paper, and started drawing on the paper.
Not long after, he drew a mysterious picture.
It's the picture on the back of the witch doctor's robe.
Eclipse City.
Some strange infectious diseases have appeared in the city recently, causing people to panic.
People who are infected will develop some strange symptoms, such as an itchy rash on their body, or parts of their skin becoming as hard as animal skin, but it is not fatal.
Long recently put aside all matters related to the Lawyers Union.
He had been investigating the cause of Keaton's death, and he finally found the strange building, but in the end he found nothing.
And now that the plague happened again, he had to be summoned again.
This plague appears to be formed by supernatural forces.
As a result, it attracted attention, and the divine attendants of the temple, the shaman spirits of the Contract Lawyer Guild, and the powerful people of the royal court also began to deal with and investigate.
But because those infected are ordinary people, these people actually don't care much about it; if it weren't for the supernatural power and the recent panic discussions, there probably wouldn't even be an investigation and handling.
And they don't have any good solutions for this strange disease that seems to be caused by extraordinary power.
Industry specializing in surgery.
Divine attendants practice magical arts, but most of them are enlightenment-type magical arts.
Witch spirits are good at making scrolls and have the power of seals.
The powerful people in the royal court are good at fighting and use props to fight in close combat.
But it was only the treatment of illnesses that stumped them.
And even when it comes to investigating the origins, more people can't help much, and the whole day is full of prevarication and intrigue.
"It may be a conspiracy of the Abyss Cult. We should conduct a large-scale search. We will definitely find the shadows of those evildoers."
"We haven't even found the source, so how can we say it's the Abyss Cult? We guard Eclipse City watertight, where did these evildoers come from?"
"It could also be an accident. Maybe a monster died in the Shepherd's River, and some people were corrupted by extraordinary power, resulting in some abnormal phenomena. There is no need to make a fuss."
Long got tired of hearing this and left the show early.
He came to the cemetery again to pay homage to Keaton.
On the street, he once again saw the mysterious figure he had met before.
"gentlemen."
"meet again."
Long waved to the other party, and the tall and mysterious man turned back and nodded to him,
"Hello."
Recently, Long met each other on the street several times, and Long even said a few words to each other.
The other party should also be a powerful person, making Long feel that they have a common language.
The witch doctor carrying a big box nodded to Long.
The two stopped by and started chatting.
Long then casually mentioned his troubles. It was hard to mention the death of Keaton, so he talked about the strange illness that was well-known to everyone recently.
"gentlemen."
"I heard that you were a doctor before, so you should know a lot about this."
"This disease is so strange, we have no idea what's going on."
"You said it's okay for us to do other things, but there's no way I can cure the disease. There's nothing I can do about this kind of thing!"
"The fat-headed bureaucrats in the royal court will all blame it on us. I think they just don't want to solve the problem. In order to avoid public opinion, they put all the blame on us."
What Long didn't expect was that the other party actually gave him a suggestion.
"Recently, a person will pass through Eclipse City, and he is going to go to Suinhor via the Serpent Road."
"You can go to him and he can help you."
"His name is Quetzalcoatl."
"He possesses the power of spiritual origin, which can cure various diseases and even deal with curses."
Long was stunned for a moment, and he noticed a word in the other person's words, which seemed to be referring to something.
"curse?"
"You mean curse? What does that mean?"
As Long hurried on, he raised his head and looked around him, wanting to ask something more.
But the other party has disappeared, disappearing without any warning.
"Eh?"
"Sir, don't say half your words!"
"I still have questions to ask!"
He thought that the other party was in a hurry to leave. He had to ask the other party more about the strange illness.
So according to his memory, he once again chased him to the house where he saw the other party for the first time.
But when I arrived, I found an open space in front of me.
"Gone?"
"How can it be?"
Long was stunned. He had seen many mysterious figures come and go without a trace, but he had never seen a house that could come and go without a trace——
It's almost time to leave Lunar Eclipse City.
The witch doctors have been very busy in recent days, buying and selling in Eclipse City.
Most of what they purchase are relatively unique things, even works of art.
For example.
Some white clay pots are filled with the style of the King of Ten Thousand Snakes, with various story patterns painted on them with paint.
There are also paintings by unknown artists. They may remain unknown throughout their lives, but no one knows that their paintings are placed in the Hall of the Creator.
There are also various handicrafts and some rare gadgets.
After all, the world we understand through the mirror is completely different from what we really experience.
These things decorate the hall, and perhaps thousands of years later, you can feel the precipitation of history from above.
Yin Shen stands under a painting.
What is described in the painting is the mother of all snakes and the ruler of life.
It's a myth about trials.
The Lord of Life hoped to create a devout race, so he tested the faith of the snake people. The mother of all snakes completed the first few tests, but finally fell to the test of the winged people.
Yin Shen has far-reaching vision, and seems to be able to see everything through time and reincarnation.
She suddenly spoke to the witch doctors standing behind her.
"Stories become epic."
"Epics become myths."
"In the end, the myths were lost in time."
Yin Shen's voice echoed in the empty hall, seeming to be incompatible with this new and bright hall.
This is an indescribably ancient deity who is the beginning of everything.
As long as she stands there, she seems to represent the ancient years. She seems not to be standing in the present time, but standing in the past.
She turned her back and said to the witch doctors.
"now."
"You can also call it a myth."
The witch doctors immediately fell to the ground: "Everything comes from your gift, God Yinsai."
Yin Shen turned around, and the gaze that fell on the witch doctor made them feel extremely heavy.
God Yinsai seemed to see something in his eyes and said to the witch doctors.
"I once said that."
"Gods with power can take action at will!"
"This is the right of the gods, and it is also the willfulness of the gods. It is the condescension and arrogance of beings called gods."
"Because we have the power."
"However, everything we do may not necessarily lead to the outcome we want."
"No one can know what the outcome will be, and no one can truly control all destiny."
The god Insai looked at the witch doctors.
"You think you are saving others, but you are extending your hand to save this city."
"but."
"Perhaps even greater disasters were planted by you."
It was the first time in this era that witch doctors appeared in the world and were released by the god Yinsai.
Therefore, they have not fully realized that they have become myths.
As usual, they thought they were doctors walking around the earth in search of secrets.
They were lying on the ground one by one at this moment, shivering.
Bewildered and at a loss.
Yin Sai didn't say anything, he just walked past the witch doctor who was lying on the ground.