Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The moment Esther stretched out her hand and touched the flesh and blood limbs, the entire bright red organ spread out on the ground trembled violently, and the heart with the eyeball beat harder, and the eyeball inside was about to break away. Eye sockets.

The next moment, all the flesh and blood violently squirmed and flew away, surrounding Esther and covering her head.

If it weren't for the "spiritual intuition" that kept repeating the "safe and harmless" feedback, Esther would definitely have parasitized the skylark immediately and quickly flew away without looking back.

But now she has almost lost control of her body. She can only tighten her shoulders and try to keep her eyes open, fearing that she will miss any changes because she closes her eyes, and will be crushed suddenly without even a chance to escape.

Even though she seems to be more casual on the surface, Esther will still feel uncomfortable in this weird situation. Compared with the fear that makes ordinary people go crazy, she feels more physically disgusting - no matter who is covered by a ball of flesh and blood. It's easy to have the same feelings after being confused.

"The body... remains..."

But soon, as the dark "water" hidden in the flesh and blood slowly covered her forehead and covered her eyes, the uneasiness in Esther's heart was diluted by stronger emotions.

The filthy and crazy aura oppressed her senses, and the chaotic murmurs full of hatred and viciousness were close to her ears, like holding the threads of all evil thoughts, dissecting people from the inside out, and pulling out the many hidden malices in their hearts.

A little black shadow was gradually pulled away from Esther's eyes and merged into the thick black water.

The circular starburst symbol in Esther's eyes was no longer covered, and shimmered slightly under the bloody mass. The dark emotions that made Esther tremble just a second ago were replaced by strange peace and indifference.

The voice coming from the black water gradually became clearer and more stable: "Stay away from pollution, avoid gathering...be wary of them..."

The dark water slowly rose up from before her eyes, and then gently pressed against Esther's head, as if to soothe her almost crazy spirit just now.

The lark on Esther's shoulder was also covered in sticky layers of flesh. Since Esther's whole body was covered in blood and flesh, the lark was almost squeezed out by a piece of crimson liver.

The little bird shook the piece of meat stuck to its head, let out an unpleasant scream, and pecked hard on the liver next to it.

This movement seemed to disturb the flesh and blood wrapped around Esther's body, and the turbid object clinging to her side began to squirm again, quickly condensed and compressed, and soon turned into a thin layer.

The black viscous liquid fell back to the ground along Esther's shadow, and rolled back into the shadow under the cross.

The bright red cloak with the hood kept twisting, absorbing all the blood stained on Esther's body, and converging the chaotic overlapping lines that could reveal the shape of the internal organs. Finally, the tail end of the cloak fell downwards according to gravity, leaving only a black line behind Esther, outlining a huge sunflower disk.

"The Lord who created everything..."

A voice came from the shadow at Esther's feet, informing Esther of the incantation needed to release the power of the cloak.

Esther's lips suddenly moved: "Can I change it?"

Then, as if to supplement what she said, Esther quickly added: "I don't want to always--if I say your name frequently, I will feel like I am disturbing others."

To Esther's surprise, a hearty laugh came from the shadow, which made her face gradually turn red, but her indifferent expression did not change much.

Is this a strange request? Why did He react so violently?

"Then what do you hope for?"

Esther hesitated for a moment, and a word slipped from her lips first: "Chernobog?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and just when Esther thought that the other party was offended by her casual address, the hoarse voice came out from the shadow again:

"No, Hells."

Esther always felt that the name sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

"good."

The shadow floated again, tapping lightly on Esther's back. The sunflower disk on the back of the blood-colored cloak trembled, and the pattern on the disk suddenly swelled. The crowded eyes opened at the same time, exuding a filthy atmosphere full of intimidation.

Esther's body stiffened, and she relaxed again after the eyes closed simultaneously and the sunflower disk returned to normal.

The timing was perfect, and Esther quickly asked what she had been filled with doubts about all the way before: "Amon said before that He knows where my anchor is. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know, my memory is not complete, and I am rarely as peaceful as I am today."

Esther grabbed the collar of the cloak, and the button was a translucent oval nail. She didn't know why, but she had an intuition that it was fingernails. The cloak felt smooth to the touch, but the fabric was as warm as body temperature.

Esther looked up at the cross above: "Do you really don't need me to stay here?"

The shadow cast by the cross was violently turbulent again, and it seemed that it would surge up again at any time, enveloping Esther in it.

It wasn't until several minutes later that the noisy and chaotic whispers calmed down again, and a hoarse voice came from Esther's shadow:

"If you want to leave, let Ourolius take you away."

The silver-haired "Angel of Destiny" bowed respectfully, and when he raised his head, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Esther poked the skylark on her shoulder, took off the Holy Emblem of the Night from its neck and stuffed it into her arms.

After Esther's soft persuasion, the skylark chirped in distress, reluctantly spread its wings and flew in the direction of the phantom of the cross.

The shadow curtain suddenly lifted up, drawing the approaching skylark into it.

Esther sniffed and frowned slightly: "Why does it smell like tobacco..."

There was no response from the shadows.

Instead, Ouroleus stood up and walked slowly to Esther. Because of the Lord's command, Ouroleus spoke much more smoothly this time: "Do you want to leave?"

"Can I stay here a little longer?"

There was a little confusion on Ourolius's face. After thinking quietly for a moment, he nodded: "Look for me when you leave."

Esther glanced at Leo Master who was praying devoutly in the corner: "This place is completely isolated from the outside world? If I want to take others away, is there any way?"

She still remembers that this is a "land abandoned by gods", and she knows a young man who lives here. Behind the "sun" there is still a city that has been forgotten here, struggling to survive in the eternal night.

Several seconds passed before Ourolius, whose reflex arc was quite long, responded: "It's isolated, so it won't work."

Esther immediately realized the key and pointed at herself: "Because we are special, so we can leave in that way?"

Ourolius nodded.

If this is the case, it is best not to have any contact with the "sun". Otherwise, when the agreement cannot be reached, it is easy to give false hope to the "sun", and it is better not to see it at all.

Esther waved her hand to Ourolius: "Then I'll go down the mountain first."

"Um."

Ourolius looked gentle and waved his hand in a gesture similar to Esther's.

For some reason, Esther suddenly felt a sense of disobedience for "a primary school student leaving home alone to go to school."

After walking a certain distance, she looked back at the shadow of the cross in the sky and the silver-haired figure below who was still waving.

Okay, let me correct you, it may be the weird feeling of "running away from home in the second grade of middle school"... Why did "Zoya" start pretending to be dead again? Get up and let your "spiritual intuition" do the work, there are so many dangers down there!

Esther began to think wildly in her heart again, trying to resolve her complicated emotions, but what she showed on her face was just a frown of dissatisfaction.

The indifferent and gentle expression on her face was exactly the same as Ourolius's, and there was a radiant mark in her eyes.

After Esther drifted away, Leo Master's body began to tremble violently.

He raised his head and looked up at the shadow of the cross, with bloody tears on his face, and he kept swallowing the pieces of flesh and blood that came to his mouth.

Ourolius knelt beside him with an indifferent expression and continued to pray to the cross.

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Normally, it is easier to go down a mountain than it is to go up a mountain, but for Esther, the situation is the other way around.

When going up the mountain, Esther was parasitizing the skylark. Ouroleus stood very firmly on his shoulders, with almost no bumps, which made Esther wonder if he was already used to carrying the skylark around.

At this time, Esther was walking down the mountain while stealing distance. It took a long time to reach the bottom of the mountain, and she was already beginning to feel tired.

Perhaps it also includes the reason for meeting the "True Creator". Esther's "spiritual intuition" constantly gives feedback. This interaction consumes Esther's spirituality and spirit.

Why do you have to walk with your feet? I really want to fly...

Esther moved her wrists twice and tightened the red cloak on her shoulders. Its length was almost just right. Although it reached the knees, it would not drag to the ground. It could be said that it was tailor-made.

If it weren't for the darkness around him, the bright red cloak would be even more dazzling, making Esther very suspicious that a big bad wolf would appear next second.

As she left the range of the mountain and walked into the same desolate plain, more and more wandering monsters could be seen in the darkness, but they rarely approached Esther's direction.

Even though there was no light around her, Esther was not hidden by the darkness here. She took out the silver night holy emblem in her arms, and a layer of black light would flash over it from time to time, constantly absorbing the "hidden" remnants of divine power.

It was precisely because of the fluctuations in the Holy Emblem of the Night that Esther speculated about the "God War" against Ourolyus.

However, Ourolius really couldn't provide her with much information, not even as much as "The Sun" told her in the Tarot Club.

Esther stuffed the Holy Emblem of Night back into her arms and was glad that she had asked "The Fool" for leave in advance and was absent from this week's Tarot meeting, so that she didn't have to worry about the passage of time.

Maybe we should let "The Fool" help to assure the "students of the world" that they are safe, tsk...

When she thought of Klein's self-exposure, saying that he was also favored by The Fool, Esther wanted to reprimand him in person. Writing a letter was not venting enough, and it was not convenient for The Fool to know.

Esther could still feel a faint call coming from somewhere in the "Land Abandoned by Gods". Before leaving, she wanted to take a look there.

I always felt that these two chapters were written a bit like a Mary Sue. Although it is a little better than the weird sitcom I imagined, I still apologize to readers who may not be able to accept it.

I won’t let go of the sitcom imaginings!

Thank you everyone for your votes, subscriptions, and comments! Thanks to Jueming for the reward!

5,000 has been collected, and there will be three updates tomorrow, and the manuscripts are bottoming out. (happy)

I've been feeling a little distracted lately, so I'll start slowly going back and reading the comments next week. I'd like to thank everyone who's willing to watch Esther get to where she is today. This book is already halfway through.

The basic setting of the next book has already seeped out from the smooth cerebral cortex. I don’t plan to slowly digest The Decryption Scholar. The next book will go directly to The Fire Thief (crossed out).

It is a continuation of the story from the end of this book, and I have even thought about how the curly baboons are connected. The opening is in Fenerport. I hope to accumulate more settings and materials before then, and write this book completely, otherwise my mentally retarded stereotypes and reading volume will not be able to sustain much...

Maybe it’s because I’m on the street that I can happily write stories and share this happiness with you. This is just right for me!