"Wake up, Morse, wake up!" A slightly anxious voice came, and Morse suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.
The first thing that caught his eye was a tall and burly middle-aged man. He was standing beside the bed at the moment, shaking his head while paying attention to the door not far away.
"Father, what's going on?" The sleepy Morsis climbed up and asked in confusion.
Povar did not answer him. After finishing his last sentence, the knight immediately took out the sword from his waist, took a step forward, and stood between Morses and the gate.
"It seems that the palace's informants have discovered us, these abominable bastards..." Povar stared at the door and shouted without looking back, "Morses, take the soul and leave here!"
"Can……"
"Don't wait any longer. Do you want to ruin the future that Mr. Crabe bought with his life just like this!?" In response to him, he shouted angrily, and at the same time, the door was violently opened.
"Old man...Old man, he is dead...?" Morsis looked at the group of people rushing through the door and the goateeed man at the head. He recognized that guy.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's go... um..." Povar waved his sword and rushed towards the enemy, but was pierced through the chest by a sharp blade in an instant.
"It seems that I am stronger now, 'Sir'..." Lennon Sivens pulled out the sharp blade with a grin, and Perval fell to the ground.
"Go quickly...go quickly..." The dying Povar looked in the direction of Morses and still said in an extremely weak voice.
"No ... no no, no, no, right or right ..." Moores looked at this scene pale, somehow, could he not move his body because of fear?
"There's only one left, go to hell...Morse..." Lennon Sivens turned his head, pointed at Morse with a finger stained with Pervar's blood, and said.
At that moment, an indescribable anger was born in the heart of Morses. It rose higher and higher, and grew stronger and stronger...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Morses shouted loudly. He finally felt the power of his body. Before he knew it, Yuhun was already in his hands.
No need to worry, no need to think, no need to be kind.
Morsis shouted loudly in his heart. He waved the long sword in his hand and chopped everything in front of him like a madman. Lennon. Sivens? The Shrine? The Church? All must die... All must die...
...all have to die...it's all your fault...it's all your fault...it's all your fault...
"Well..." Before the blood completely stained his pupils, a strong hand pressed his shoulder.
"Morses, that's enough..." A gentle voice came, and that familiar voice seemed to possess some kind of magic power, turning the monster who had completely lost his mind just now back into a human being again.
"Ding Dong..." The completely bright red Yuhun fell to the ground. Morses turned his head tremblingly and saw that familiar figure.
"Hate shouldn't fill everything in you. Do you think Pervar would want you to become like that?" Krabi patted him on the shoulder and smiled gently.
Morriss looked around mechanically. At this moment, all the corpses were gone, and the blood stains had also disappeared.
Povar's body was sitting against the wall, holding the big sword in his arms with a gentle smile on his face.
"Old man..." Morse finally couldn't bear it anymore. He threw himself into Krabi's arms and cried like a child.
"It's okay...it's okay..."
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Morses opened his eyes, his clothes had been wetted with sweat, which made the wind blowing in from the window seem a bit cold.
"Huh...huh..." Morses wanted to stand up, but an unbearable feeling of weakness came over him, and he had to give up the attempt.
"Was that... a dream just now?" Morse raised his hand a little sluggishly and wiped away the tears that had not yet dried up at the corners of his eyes.
Can the almost real environment, the unforgettable feeling of despair and... hatred, the kind of hatred that he has never experienced before and that is simply unimaginable, really be produced by dreams?
"Is it possible that this is the so-called...curse?" Morsis swallowed and murmured while panting.
Krabi had long told him that the descendants of Momoa who became spiritual transcendents would hear the voices of their ancestors and fall into madness. This almost cursed ability meant that the entire Momoa family had never had a spiritual transcendent.
Although he will not hear Momoa's voice due to the existence of the Calais Pillars, this does not mean that he will always be safe.
The Calais Pillar cannot be a transcendent artifact that has reached the level of a god. Although it can prevent him from being cursed all day long, it does not mean that the voice will not take advantage of it.
"Well, in recent days, I have fallen into a state of mental exhaustion many times, so I have exposed flaws, right... The voice of my ancestors amplified the 'fear' and 'hatred' deep in my heart, so I showed that kind of dream.
." Thinking of this, Morsis felt a wave of fear again. If in the dream just now, his mental power had not resisted and he had not manifested the image of Krabe, then he would undoubtedly have completely fallen into hatred and become a
A revenge machine.
"It seems that I have to be more careful in the future. Although I have higher mental power reserves than ordinary second-level scholars because I have defeated 'fear', it is obviously not enough in the face of the 'curse' from the gods.
Only then did Morsis feel that his body had regained strength. He struggled to stand up, came to the window, stuck his head out, and stared blankly at the night sky.
Since leaving Hull City, he has experienced a lot, and he has also learned how to put on a mask and become the real 'Kervis'. The experience of these two months has already changed his spirit beyond recognition, and his heart has changed beyond recognition.
Deep down, he also has many emotions, such as hatred for Lennon Sivans, fear of the future, and longing for a stable life...
But he has learned to suppress these emotions completely, because he knows that this is not what should be savored at the moment. As early as the moment he told Krabi that he hoped to become a transcendent, Morses had already lost the ability to let his emotions vent.
s right.
"Perhaps... having such a dream is also related to my own mental state." Morses looked at the night sky and said to himself, it is not that he can become what he is now in such a short period of time.
There is no cost at all.
It was those emotions in his heart that surfaced every night, warning him not to stop!
"Perhaps I'm too nervous...relax a little, Morrises, it's good for everyone." Morrises smiled, raised his hand and closed the window, "But...I will never let that dream become a
Reality! When the dust settles, go to the Singer Empire and return to your old life... your old... stable life."
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Time goes back to a few hours ago, to the port, to the merchant ship from the Kingdom of Medicis.
Some members of the shrine were standing around. Not long after, a figure appeared among them with a shadow of corruption.
"Mr. Warden, are you a little late?" one of the leading members of the shrine said coldly.
"Edmund, you and I don't seem to have a superior-subordinate relationship, so why should I obey the time you set?" Scola replied in a lazy voice as soon as he stood still.
This leader of the Shrine is the highest official of the Salius Shrine. He is an assassin and has reached the fifth level. He once belonged to the Imperial Intelligence Department and was involved in the secret battle with the "Honkai Hidden".
He achieved great military exploits in the war, and was transferred out of the intelligence department just last year and became the supreme commander of Salius' palace.
And his name is Edmund Gore.
"Yes, but as an important official of the empire, don't you..."
"Okay, okay, Edmund, since you came here last year, we have met four times in total. Every time you have to repeat this sentence to me, let's skip it this time." Scola waved his hand.
, interrupted Edmund Gore without courtesy, and walked towards the dozen or so people who were suppressed not far away.
Those were the transcendental beings who were arrested in the chase just now.
"Is that all? Edward is on the way. Let me assess the threat level of these people first." Scola looked up and down at Lyle at the front and continued to speak in a lazy tone.
"Yes, most of them are here...but some of them were killed by a strange guy. When my men found out, he was chasing another leader, Hillerton, and one of his subordinates. These three people
We haven't found it yet." Edmund Gore shrugged and added, "There are also some lucky people who were far away from the center of the port at the time of the incident, and they also successfully escaped from the encirclement."
Scola nodded. After observing carefully for a while, he spoke again, "They are all low-level transcendental beings. Only the wizard has some strength... Speaking of which, Edmund, I heard that this time it is
Because someone reported it anonymously, you were able to arrive early, right?"
"Well, it sounds a bit strange." When talking about work-related matters, Edmund Gore seemed to have changed. Even his demeanor became different. "Earlier, someone asked a child to
A letter was delivered to our patrol officers... This mysterious man has at least understood the patrol rules of the shrine, and probably knows our personnel information."
"Really... You did a good job, that boy, how could you actually get to this point?" Scola replied perfunctorily on the surface, and at the same time secretly praised Lal in his heart. He didn't expect to do this.
The kid who is always so-so can actually detect this.
"Okay, that's your job. I've done all the things that need to be done. It's time to go back..." Scola straightened up, stretched, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Don't leave in a hurry, Mr. Warden, I still have something to ask you for." At this moment, without warning, a cold female voice suddenly sounded.
Scola raised his eyebrows and immediately turned to look at the owner of the voice.
It was a woman wearing a white clerical robe of the church. Although her appearance could not be called stunning, she was still pretty, but it was a pity that her whole face seemed to have the word "Go away" written on it.
"Archbishop Delis, why are you here?" Scola asked with a sneer.
"I came here in compliance with the will of Lord San Calpe and gave an order to Scola Collus." Del Lisi said without emotion, "About the mission after all the dust has settled."
