This is a dark "kingdom" full of sleep flowers, moon flowers, and night herbs. On the endless dark plain, wearing a layered but not complicated black dress, He quietly watched the darkness ahead twisting a line.
And the blurry golden figure was swallowed up.
The twisted and blurry golden figure had a distorted expression on his face, as if he was trapped in silent fear. "He" tried his best to open his mouth:
"I want to change the agreement!"
The darkness receded, and the twisted and blurred golden figure reappeared.
He finally spoke:
"The agreement cannot be modified."
His voice is like a lullaby at night.
"It was you who broke the promise first."
The distorted and blurred golden figure's voice became majestic again, and "he" showed determination on his face, "I'm not afraid to wait any longer!"
"He is coming back soon."
The distorted and blurred golden figure responded immediately:
"This means nothing to me."
"Thousands of years ago, you made an agreement with us."
There was a look of regret on the man's face, and then he smiled and said:
"But He hasn't returned, has He?"
Wearing a layered but not complicated black dress, He cast his gaze into nothingness and said:
"You are not worried about His return now, but you are worried about your own future."
"It can't be worse than now."
He focused his gaze on the twisted and blurred golden figure again, looked at the man's face revealed by the figure, with short black hair and brown pupils, and said softly:
"You should feel that the part that originally belonged to you has appeared."
"After I return, what belongs to me will still come back."
"He will not lift your seal."
The twisted and blurry golden figure chuckled lightly and asked:
"But He won't help you open the seal, right?"
"So we need a new Lord of Mysteries."
"New? He is far more cunning than you think."
Wearing a layered but not complicated black dress, He chuckled and said:
"I'm not you."
The exposed man's face instantly stiffened and he snorted coldly:
"As long as you can succeed, our agreement will continue."
"good."
"But you have to help me get what's mine."
He shook his head. His head was looming and difficult to see clearly.
"This is not part of our previous agreement."
"This is the new agreement."
"What else do you have to give?"
The twisted and blurry figure pointed at his own face:
"This body was created by my power. If I don't give up voluntarily, the outsider will never be able to control it."
He shook his head again and said:
"The power of this body belongs to you too."
"It seems that you value this outsider very much." The twisted and blurred golden figure pondered for a while, "Except for this body, I will take back all the power that originally belonged to me."
"good."
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Inside the Great Prayer Hall of Saint Samuel.
"The only destination is peace"
In the silent repetition, Rawls seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. He felt that his body was falling, but his spirit was rising. In this tearing feeling, he tried to open his eyes and eyelids.
But it seemed like it was stuck with glue and couldn't be opened.
Suddenly, he felt that the surroundings were quiet, and he could not hear the prayer that "the only destination is peace." Rawls opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was standing in a mass of deep red.
Rawls looked at his crimson halo and tried to move forward.
One step, two steps, three steps
When he reached the third step, the blush in front stopped him from moving forward.
Rawls raised his arms, slowly placed his hands on the crimson halo, and applied gentle pressure, but the halo did not move at all.
He took a deep breath, and worked his feet, legs, waist, and arms together. The crimson halo reflected on Rawls's hands, dyeing them red, but the halo was like an iron wall, motionless.
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Rawls also tried a circle around, but to no avail, so he just sat down cross-legged.
This place was not big, and it was also not high. It was just like a small room, but it had no doors or windows, and he could not see the outside situation, so he was tightly shut inside.
Crimson halo, in the original work, it seems that only Origin Castle is related to this. Klein used the crimson "stars" on the gray mist of Origin Castle to attract people, and then he established the Tarot Society.
But it's only the end of April now, and Klein should still be Zhou Mingrui, hanging from the Origin Castle!
Rawls scratched his head, maybe it was officially like this, and now he was trapped here.
But he didn't chant the Fool's honorable name, and the inventor of the honorable name is still hanging! It's not like Audrey and Alger have items that can be connected to the Origin Castle, so how could they end up on the Origin Castle?
As for why he is trapped here, Rawls probably figured it out:
Source Castle now has no owner and is in mechanical operation. He can only release "test items" according to Tianzun's remaining will. But he didn't know what happened and ran to Source Castle first. Although he is an extraordinary person, he is not
"Gou Sanjia", so he cannot become the master of Source Castle. And Source Castle now has no owner, and has no authority to release himself from here.
All this is Rawls's guess. Even if it is correct, he can't go back now! Audrey, Alger and the others were kicked out of Source Castle by Klein on his own initiative, and now, Source Castle has no authority to kick them out.
people.
If you wait until your spirituality is exhausted and you are kicked out, what will happen to the real world?
The flow rate of time on Source Castle is the same as in reality!
As time goes by and the prayers outside end, my abnormal behavior will definitely attract the "Nighthawks" team.
The only thing I can do is learn from Klein! See if I can get out by sensing my body.
Rawls stood up, unfolded his spirituality, sensed the existence of his body, and recalled the feeling of his body falling just now.
The crimson halo in front of his eyes disappeared instantly. Rawls slowly opened his eyes and finally saw the real world.
He looked down at his hands, and a black inverted pyramid-shaped mark appeared in his palm, then quickly faded until it disappeared into the flesh.
He exhaled slowly, raised his head and glanced left and right. With the light of the candlestick, he found that Belin, Delia and most of the believers had tears on their faces that had not been wiped off.
He quickly lowered his head, keeping his eyes wide open. After more than ten seconds, tears began to secrete to moisten the sore eyeballs.
Feeling the tears flowing out, Rawls raised his head, and like Delia and Belin beside him, gently wiped them away with his hands.
The Moon Mass is closer to a ritual, a ritual involving the participation of extraordinary power. Its function is to resonate with everyone's spirit, allowing different people to see the closely related deceased in the dark, release their grief, and gain tranquility.