Chapter 372: Gods are just powerful and immortal beings
Corpse Eater Secret Cult Headquarters.
Ackerman asked a question: "No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than those apostles?"
"Stronger than the witch with incredible power?"
Ackerman witnessed with his own eyes the power of the Earth Witch, the magic that blocked the sky over the city, and the incredible power.
The existence of these apostles alone is already unimaginably powerful, but what about those aloof gods?
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the gods?"
"If you do this, they won't turn a blind eye."
Sero didn't care at all: "So what?"
"Why should I be stronger than them and why should I fight with them?"
"As long as we are quick enough, it will be too late by the time they react."
"Can they still go to the abyss to find me?"
"I will be afraid of them, but I will not tremble under their power."
"And I may not be strong enough now, but I will definitely become stronger in the future. It is not certain who will be afraid of whom in the future."
Sero said blasphemous words in front of Ackerman.
"Even if he is a god."
"They are just some powerful and immortal beings."
"When we have power, we don't have to fear them."
Sero's words can be called unscrupulous, and can even be called arrogant.
Ackermanmon didn't say anything, he knew Thoro.
In his opinion, those who are bold may be fools, but those who have no courage are called losers; those in high positions may be fools, but there are basically no losers.
And Sero's arrogance is also well-founded. He indeed has talents that are beyond ordinary people.
Ackermanmon did not refuse Thoro's warm invitation, but his words were as cold as ever.
"I can help you execute this plan so that your plan is not hindered and is sufficiently concealed."
Ackerman is no longer the King of Snakes before. He now controls many high-level figures in the King's Court of Snakes and Eclipse City. Although most of them are marginal figures, only a few have real power.
But there is an intricate network of relationships between nobles, and a lot of things can be accomplished as long as they are utilized.
Ackerman left a hidden base of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult and took a car towards the palace.
He sat cross-legged in the car, lost in thought.
Thoreau has gone crazy, and he is carrying out a crazy plan.
Although the plan seemed feasible, even though his fanatical speeches and profanities even gained his inner approval.
But so what?
"Falling into the abyss?"
"Aren't they still prisoners?"
Thoro and Ackermann are completely different, although they both pursue power.
But Thoro's desire to gain power only stems from his perverted and twisted desires, and from his desire to prove that he is superior to everyone else.
But Ackermann is different.
What he wants is to control his own destiny——
There was a lot of singing and dancing in the palace, and there were many nobles attending the dance today.
As the King of Snakes came of age and the king married another family, many of the palace's bans and restrictions began to be relaxed.
After Ackerman and his nominal wife appeared together, they separated into two people.
Akmanmon married his wife not long ago.
Although he didn't like this wife very much, and that wife didn't like him, the weak and incompetent King of Snakes. She was just a pawn sent by the Supreme Archon to monitor and control him.
This was a political marriage, and after several cold-faced encounters, all that was left was to pretend in front of others.
Ackerman also did this on purpose.
If you are too close to the other party, the other party may discover your secret.
Looking at the enthusiastic woman at the ball, Ackermanmeng had no emotion in his eyes. The other party was also a young man. Although he was sent to monitor and control him, Ackermanmeng only used a few simple methods to make him addicted.
In the midst of pleasure, how could he care about his disgusting husband?
In the corner of the corridor.
The literature and history teacher of King of Snakes Ackerman Meng, the old snake man scholar winked at Ackerman Meng, and the two appeared in the same place not long after.
This is a room that is nearly two stories high, but not too big. It gives people a sense of conflict between being narrow but tall.
The two people began to discuss things secretly here.
Suinhall has been very helpful recently, because the current momentum of the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court is so strong that Suinhall feels a strong threat.
They are preparing to intensify their efforts to allow Ackermann, the neglected king, to regain power and to push out the threatening supreme consul.
"Things have been good recently, and there is a lot of good news."
"Especially, the day when you take power is getting closer."
"His Majesty!"
The old snake scholar seemed a little excited, as if the seeds he had planted had been carefully cared for for a long time and were finally about to blossom and bear fruit.
"After the wedding, Wang, you will no longer be a child."
"Many families in the royal court also have their voices. I hope you can stand up again and feel that as the king of snakes, you should lead them to restore the glory of a true noble."
"We have arranged a plan for you to begin to regain power."
If Ackerman had heard this news before, he might still be excited.
However, after learning extraordinary knowledge from Sero, he was gradually influenced by Sero.
His unscrupulousness, his lack of scruples, and his thoughts that go beyond common sense.
All of them are deeply affecting Ackerman.
Therefore, facing the excitement of the old snake man scholar, his response seemed a little indifferent.
"I see."
However, the old snake scholar thought of another aspect, and he seemed a little disappointed.
"You still can't forget the daughter of the Jueye family?"
"King, you must cheer up."
"To become a king, you must endure what ordinary people cannot..."
Ackerman hated the old snake scholar mentioning her very much.
He suddenly raised his head, looked at the other person with an eagle-like gaze, and interrupted his words.
"Don't let me talk all day long about how a king must endure what ordinary people can't, and don't let me hear you mention her again."
Ackerman Meng's strength caught the old snake man off guard. He had never seen such a tough opponent.
Ackerman looked at him with sharp eyes, which actually made him feel extremely strong pressure.
Ackerman lowered his eyes and played with the cup on the table.
"actually."
"I not only hate that she died, but what I hate even more is that I am being played with by you like a doll."
"As a king, I can't do anything. Everything about me is at your mercy. Everything about me is arranged by you."
"What's the point of this king?"
Ackermann's demeanor seemed calm, but his words were a little excited.
"What king."
"It's just a puppet sitting on a throne."
"Just a slave with nothing."
Ackerman looked at the old snake man: "I want to control my own destiny. I want every choice to be made of my own will."
"Instead of becoming a puppet, a statue that is moved around at your will."
"I hope to walk in this world without any restrictions."
Ackerman finally released his inner thoughts completely without any concealment.
The old snake man scholar looked at Ackerman Meng, his eyes constantly changing.
"Is this what you're thinking?"
Whether it is the ruler of the King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes or the people of Suinhor, they all just want to restrain Akmanmeng and control this young King of Ten Thousand Snakes.
Ackerman didn't believe that there was really no way for Suinhor to gain extraordinary power. He was just a king without the slightest power and the most ordinary mortal, so he was naturally more susceptible to their control.
The old snake scholar shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth.
Maybe he was mocking, or maybe he felt that the young man in front of him was having a whim, and felt that the young man really couldn't hold his breath.
"This is impossible."
"You are not a god."
"Mortals can only be controlled and influenced by others. No one can escape the shackles of order."
"And you are not an ordinary person, you are the king of snakes."
"No matter where you go, you will be watched by others. You can never escape the grasp and control of others."
The old snake man looked at Ackerman: "And as a king, you should hide these words in your heart instead of saying them to me."
"Once some words are said, the situation is completely different."
Ackerman looked at the old snake man: "Then why do you think I said it?"
The old snake scholar was stunned for a moment.
He suddenly felt something bad and had a bad premonition.
He immediately stood up and grabbed the door handle on the other side.
But a strong wind suddenly blew up, binding the old snake scholar in mid-air.
Now the old snake man was completely shocked. This situation was completely beyond his expectation. It seemed that the Ackerman now was no longer the Ackerman he once knew.
"impossible!"
"Second-order power, how can you have such power?"
He wanted to shout, but Ackerman raised his finger to his mouth and softly said four words.
"Divinity·Silence."
The old snake man could no longer make any sound. He could only look at Ackerman with a complicated look.
Some are puzzled, some are frightened, and some are shocked.
He realized that he had really underestimated this boy who had been imprisoned in the palace. He seemed to be a taciturn and incompetent man, a king who had been raised to waste.
Ackerman looked at the other party without any evasion, his eyes were only cold.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you really think that you are my teacher and I am your student?"
"You are just a pawn used by Suinhall to control me."
"A... chess piece to turn me into a Suinhall chess piece."
Then a burst of light smoke blew over, and the old snake scholar fell into a coma.
This is the potion formula of the Ackerman Society.
Ackerman seemed to have prepared all this a long time ago and wanted to attack the old snake man from the beginning.
But the other party seemed to have a look of surprise in his eyes until the end, and he couldn't figure out where Ackerman's power came from.
Ackerman grabbed the opponent, grabbed the opponent's neck and lifted him up.
He suddenly felt as if the shackles on his body had been lifted, and the feeling seemed to be indescribably refreshing.
"Hahahahaha!"
Ackerman, who usually looked paralyzed, suddenly burst out laughing.
It didn't take long for him to calm down quickly again.
"Thoro is right."
"This city is just a yoke."
"The throne is just a crown for mortals. It is just a chain for the strong."
"Only power is real."
"Power and wealth are just castles in the air, power is what truly belongs to you."
Ackerman agreed with Sero's idea again, but it could be seen that he still didn't want to follow Sero into the abyss.
Because it is just falling from one cage into another.
“Let’s start from here!”
Ackerman dragged the old snake man, opened a secret door at the back, and entered a passage.
A powerful person who once had power but lost it on the extraordinary battlefield is a very good experimental material.
He planned to make the other party into a ghoul.
And next.
He also wanted to use his status as a literature and history teacher as an important shield in front of him.
Thuro's plan was too crazy, and he needed to make some back-up preparations.
Recently, many ghouls have been produced in the headquarters of the Ghoul Secret Cult, and the secret techniques of making ghouls are constantly being perfected and improved.
Ghouls are also divided into several levels.
An ordinary ghoul is extremely powerful, but is just a monster corrupted by extraordinary power.
The first-level ghoul possesses extraordinary strength, and can usually restrain its own power; except for the details of the eyes and the paleness of the skin, it is basically impossible to see any changes.
As for the second-level ghouls, after transformation, they can begin to avoid the mental impact of the plague blood curse and begin to stabilize their wisdom; but the devouring desire derived from the plague blood curse and extraordinary power is still there.
It exists in their bodies and often gets out of control.
As for going up further, there are no successful cases.
But it has to be said.
This is really a very practical and convenient slave.
What Ackermann wants to create now is a second-level ghoul.
He needs to keep the other person's sanity, and the other person is still useful to him.
This is a secret room that looks different from ordinary supernatural laboratories.
Generally, a wizard's laboratory is filled with slates, scrolls, or various extraordinary materials; an alchemist's laboratory is more like a workshop, filled with various bottles, jars, and alchemical props.
And this laboratory looks more like an operating table.
On the operating table, Ackerman inserted an iron needle into the old snake man's head, and then injected something into it.
A powerful force emerged from the opponent's body. The power and power that the old snake man had lost for many years returned to his body again, becoming even more powerful.
Immediately afterwards, he cooperated with the ritual and surgery to extract the opponent's mythical blood.
He also created the plague blood curse with his own hands and used his own spirit to control the opponent.
After a complicated experiment, Ackerman stopped all his movements.
"Did you make it?"
"It should be successful."
He first asked himself, and then answered himself.
He has gone through many experiments with Thuro and is quite confident.
In addition, a material for making a second-level ghoul is very precious.
Even Ackerman and Thro couldn't make a few sets, so they had to be extra careful every time they made one to avoid failure.
Not long after, the snake man on the operating table continued to tremble and growl.
But those strange screams were transmitted, and were finally blocked by the power of the ritual array on the wall.
It didn't take long.
The snake man who was struggling painfully on the operating stone table began to slowly calm down, and then he was untied by Ackerman and stood up from the stone table.
His eyes completely changed, and even his skin turned the color of limestone.
But as the extraordinary power gradually converged, the abnormal phenomena on the body disappeared little by little, and the features on the skin and eyes slowly faded.
at last.
Except that the skin has become paler and the body has become colder, there is no big difference from usual.
Ackerman turned the old snake man into a ghoul with his own hands.
The other party got down from the stone platform, knelt at Ackerman's feet, and spoke.
"Owner."
It's just that his words have become cold and stiff, and he no longer has the demeanor of scholars in the past, but the change is quite big.
Ackerman looked at the other party and checked.
"You can pretend to be sick."
"Cough a few times from time to time so no one notices."
Immediately afterwards, Ackerman sent the other party out personally, as if he had just finished a lecture on literature. When they walked out, the two of them were still chatting about a certain classic work of art.
The old snake man just walked out of the palace, as if nothing had happened.
Ackermann watched the other party go away.
This is the first step in truly taking control of his own destiny.
From being controlled by others to controlling the destiny of others.
"strength!"
"A tremendous strength."
"Only with power can you control your own destiny."
Ackerman stared at the night: "What does the freedom to truly control one's own destiny look like?"
At this moment, Ackerman suddenly remembered what the old snake man said before.
"This is impossible, you are not God."
"Mortals can only be controlled and influenced by others. No one can escape the shackles of order."
These words echoed in Ackermann's ears, and he stood at the foot of the palace steps in the cold wind.
The moon is very bright at night and you can see the clouds in the sky.
Suddenly, Ackermann suddenly saw a shadow appearing in the sea of clouds at night. The shadow seemed to have wings and disappeared through the sea of clouds.
"what is that?"
Ackerman looked over, his eyes following the figure of the other party.
"Wing Demon?"
"It's great to be able to fly in the sky without any restrictions!"
Ackerman returned to his secret laboratory and organized everything inside.
at last.
He looked at a picture he drew again.
Recently, he has been eager to learn all kinds of knowledge and digested all kinds of extraordinary books he had read before.
It's just that at that time, he was only reading books, but did not have the ability to learn and use the extraordinary knowledge above.
After possessing the power, he seemed to have opened a door. All kinds of knowledge were not difficult for him to understand, and Thuro was also a very good guide who could answer all kinds of doubts for him.
But only the content on this painting.
He never figured it out.
That form that only gods can possess must contain countless secrets.
This was the pattern he had memorized from the mysterious woman's clothes. After many confirmations, they were able to determine that it was a ritual, a ritual that he had no idea what it was used for at the moment.
"A ceremony?"
"What is this ritual for?"
Ackerman was turned on before, but it had no effect.
This ritual is used by apostles to transform into the form of God. It does not have much effect on other people. It can even be said that it does not have very powerful power in itself——
recent.
There is a lot of noise about the plague outside.
Everyone in the entire Lunar Eclipse City is in danger, and they dare not come into contact with others casually when going out.
At the beginning, it only spread in prosperous and complex areas with many workshops like Berkeley District, but now it has begun to spread to other places in Eclipse City.
Many people in the city got sick, and they first had strange rashes on their bodies.
Then the skin gradually became as hard as animal skin, and at the same time revealed a gray color.
As time goes by, the patient becomes confused and even begins to go crazy.
at last.
Died in madness.
At first it was thought to be just a minor problem, but now people have begun to die from the disease.
Lunar Eclipse City also specially vacated a medical castle and invited the team of the famous great physician Thurlow to treat these patients. In fact, the main purpose was to lock these people up and burn them after death to avoid infecting others.
It's just that the plague has not been contained, but has intensified.
However, this kind of thing only happens among ordinary people. At least so far, no big shot has been seen suffering from this disease.
It seems that as long as the protection is better, it will be fine.
As for what happened to the common people, the big shots didn't bother to care.
But of course, some people smelled something unusual and started investigating the matter.
The various supernatural forces in the city were summoned and began to be questioned and investigated. At the same time, they also began to look for solutions.
It's just that they are currently limited to blaming each other and avoiding each other, and there has been no progress.
The King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes still has strong control over various regions, but there is nothing that can be done about these extraordinary forces.
The other party is not under the direct management of the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court at all.
Long is a young man, and he has been busy with these things recently.
Seeing that more and more people are infected with the disease, they are tortured to the point of being transformed into human beings, and their families are also dragged into the abyss of pain.
He finally felt the sense of responsibility Keaton once told him.
As a human being, now that I have seen this scene, now that I have come to this city.
There's always something to do.
You can't just turn a blind eye like this!
And Long always felt that there was some unimaginable secret behind this, which was probably related to Keaton's death that he was investigating.
"no!"
"We can't go on like this."
"Let's try it. That person called Quetzalcoatl, maybe he can really solve this problem?"
Long thought about what the mysterious doctor told him before, that tomorrow there will be a man named Quetzalcoatl passing through the Serpent Road to Suinhor.
The Serpent Road is not far from Lunar Eclipse City.
He is ready to wait for the other party on this inevitable road.
When Long set off, he was still thinking about that name.
"Quatted Serpent?"
"What kind of strange name is this?"
This name is too strange for a snake person, because it means a snake with feathers. Who would give himself such a name?
And when he saw the other person, he finally understood the meaning of the name.
Long stood at the entrance of the Serpent Road, standing on a high hill.
He was originally looking at the road below, thinking that the mysterious doctor said that the other party would pass by here, so it must be the road below.
But Rang Long didn't expect that after waiting for most of the day, the other party finally flew over from the sky.
"turn out to be."
"Is the Quetzalcoatl really a snake with feathers?"
Long stared at the sky dumbfounded.
It was a huge creature with wings, elegant and beautiful wings, and long manes on its back.
But if you are not used to it, white wings growing on a big snake will feel weird.
But after looking at it for a long time, I felt that it was a somewhat sacred existence.
A power originating from spiritual origin emanates from the opponent's body, affecting everyone's senses.
Long used magic to send out signals to attract the other party's attention.
He also called the other party's name using magic: "Feathered Serpent, look over here."
"Look here."
"I'm here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Stop."
"I was told to wait for you here."
The feathered serpent finally noticed Long and flew down from the sky.
From the moment he looked at it from the ground, he already knew that the opponent's size must be beyond imagination, but he didn't expect that it would be even more shocking when he actually saw it.
Long looked at the huge creature coiled under the hill, raising his head and staring at him, and suddenly he was trembling a little when he spoke.
Not to mention the powerful supernatural power surging throughout this guy's body, even with his size, he could be crushed by just rolling.
"Are you a couatl?"
Even Long didn't know if this guy could speak.
The other party could not speak, but the voice of communication came from deep within his consciousness.
The other party asked Long.
"How do you know my name is Quetzalcoatl? Do you have anything to do with me?"
Long and Yu Shen said: "I came to you under the guidance of a person. He said that you would pass by here today and that you have the power to cure various diseases, even diseases and injuries that are contaminated by extraordinary power.
It can be treated.”
"A strange plague has occurred in Eclipse City, so I hope to get your help."
Quetzalcoatl did not say that he indeed had this power, nor was he prepared to say too much to a person he did not know at all.
You can enter Suinhall by crossing the Serpent Road, which is not far from home.
"I have something very important to do, and I'm not going to delay it here."
"So I'm very sorry."
Long looked at this behemoth and suddenly realized that all his previous rhetoric was useless.
He can persuade a person to help him, use people's empathy, and can also promise various benefits.
But the guy in front of him is obviously not a person, but a alien with powerful power.
He didn't know what to do and could only sigh.
"He told me that you are a person."
"I thought you were really alone, so I would..."
"well!"
"did not expect……
Long watched the big winged snake turn around and fly into the sky again.
But when Long said these words, the Quetzalcoatl suddenly stopped.
The feathered snake suddenly looked at Long, with a different look in his eyes.
"Who are you talking about?"
The Quetzalcoatl's voice paused for a moment, and then made a questioning voice again.
"Did he really say... I'm a human being?"
Long didn't understand why Quetzalcoatl suddenly asked this question. He didn't say anything for a long time, or he didn't know how to answer.
he does not know.
To be recognized as a human being seems to be Quetzalcoatl's greatest wish.
The feathered snake stopped and said to Long.
"I can help you. My power does have the ability to treat diseases and injuries, but I'm not sure it will be effective in the situation you mentioned."
Long said excitedly to the big snake with wings: "Thank you so much."
"I don't know who that person is, he is too mysterious."
"But he said many days ago that you would pass by here today, so you came here."
"He said you can cure the plague in Eclipse City, you can definitely do it."
Feathered Serpent has some knowledge. He has witnessed the battle between the God of Truth and Knowledge, the Scarlet Goddess and the Evil God of Original Sin.
It had just met an existence like Elena, the Lord of Demon Spirits, not long ago, and even witnessed the other person becoming a myth with its own eyes.
It has a sense of awe for such an existence in its heart, and it feels that the existence the other party is talking about may be some god.
"Many days ago, the other party knew that I would pass by here."
"Perhaps you have encountered the guidance of a god."
Long was stunned for a moment.
Only then did he recall the mysterious doctor. The other person could not see the power of his inspiration in any way, as if he was staring at the sea.
He obviously feels very powerful, but he looks like an ordinary person no matter how he looks at it.
There was also that strange house that seemed to be able to travel through space and disappear. He suddenly felt as if he had encountered something extraordinary.
"god?"
Long remembered what the teacher said to him when he just left the wasteland.
"Have you ever seen what it's like when the gods travel?"
"What you saw before were all manifestations of the kingdom of gods."
"When the spirit truly walks in the world, no one can see it and no one knows it."
"Maybe a random passerby you meet on the road is a certain god."
"Don't talk nonsense about gods."
"Don't use your thoughts to speculate on gods."
In the wind on the hill, Zhonglong looked at the giant feathered serpent in front of him. The wind was blowing his clothes and hair. The young wizard suddenly felt awe of this world.
There seems to be a real destiny in this world.
When you talk about gods.
Some of the words you say and some of the things you do seem to be related to the future.
It will be fulfilled on a certain scale of time.
It's just that Long didn't know that someone just said not long ago that gods are just powerful and eternal beings.
And they don’t even know that the gap between gods is sometimes wider than the gap between gods and humans.