Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

In the darkness that had been silent for thousands of years, singing sounded.

It would be reasonable for the singing to ring out at the Opera House in Backlund or the dance hall in Trier, at the pier in Bayam or the tavern in St. Milon, or even at the beach in Feneport.

But it should not be on this continent without light and heat.

How ridiculous.

The singer thinks so too.

The melodious sound fell from the lips. There were no detailed words or names. It was just spit out based on the vague feeling in the memory. It was not much different from a fish spitting out bubbles driven by instinct. Only the tone can give people a vague feeling. This is probably a hymn, singing about the greatness, light and correctness of the gods.

Another gust of wind blew past, blowing the hem of her red cloak.

Esther stood on the top of the boulder, her face under the hood hidden in the shadows. Only her eyes were half-lowered indifferently and tenderly, and her soft but firm singing voice was carried by the wind into the collapsed stone buildings.

Dots of light lit up from the inside of the hood, flying down leisurely, and the three-meter-high stone tablets circled around.

Guided by the singing, they are no longer chaotic. When turning clockwise, they seem to form a vortex built by light flow.

The monsters crawling in the town were touched and attracted by the melody, and gradually gathered in this square.

Under the light, Esther could clearly see their shapes:

They look like a ball of plasticine that has been flattened, twisted and then glued back together. Only the spindle-shaped head and spine have hard bones. There is no fixed number of limbs extending out like soft jellyfish, ranging from four to nine individuals. All exist.

These monsters moved forward with their bodies squirming and rubbing against the ground. They raised their heads and looked up at the red cloak above the stone, revealing the crack in the head of the shuttle, which contained densely packed thorn-shaped fangs.

They came to the square, dragged out long reddish-brown blood marks behind them, stopped moving, and became quiet "listeners".

A hum began to echo from Esther's singing.

The light spots hovering around the boulder then dispersed, as if a rain of light was about to fall on the monsters.

The singing continued, but the eyes under the hood gradually raised, focusing on the next changes.

As the light points shuttled back and forth, broken illusory silver threads emerged from these monsters and were pulled away. Like broken spider webs, torn threads, their lives and spirits were all rolled out together.

The heads of those monsters hung down one after another, but they did not make any movement. They were immersed in the songs peacefully and quietly, not caring about the death of their own kind or even themselves.

It gradually seemed as if, at the moment when the song stopped, all the light points had the same destination. They flew back to the top of the stone monument, and the filaments trailing behind them overlapped into pieces, like a sparkling silver river.

Esther put down her hood, and the light spots fell into her hair, and the collected silver threads continued to fall into her raised hands, turning and shrinking into silver light groups in her palms.

Esther put her palms together and closed her eyes.

Outlining the light group in her mind, she quickly sank into the strange world of perception, and then put her spirituality into the chaotic silver light in her hands.

——

The blurry and mottled color blocks are constantly shaking.

Four figures walked up to a huge three-meter-high stone, varying in height.

"Ha, this thing must be big enough! It's the most conspicuous thing nearby, that's it!"

"Have you decided what to name this new town, Osykus?"

"Sorry, Lord Sasril, I haven't thought about it yet..."

"Think quickly, we don't have time to spend too long here. Once you think about it, let's see how I burn the name on it. You're still far away! You can just sing next to me!"

"Medici, please stop arguing and let me think about it!"

"It doesn't matter, we still have time, you can call this newly established town whatever you want."

"Hey, what's the matter, Ourolius? What are you looking at?"

"bright……"

The silver eyes were raised above the boulder, and it seemed that they had traveled through a distant time and looked at another pair of eyes with marks.

"The Lord's light will always shine on us. Isn't this natural? What kind of stupidity are you doing!"

"Lord Sasril, I have decided!

Since this is the place where I first met the Lord and the place where I first felt the glory of the Lord, let’s call it——”

——

Esther opened her eyes, and the silver light in her hands had completely disappeared.

Drop after drop of warmth fell from the tip of her nose, and all was absorbed the moment it touched the blood-colored cloak.

The buzzing in Esther's mind never calmed down. She searched for a long time before she found any trace of the fate of these monsters and this town.

But that era was too long ago, and apart from the hazy sounds, the images could no longer be glimpsed by her.

In the final analysis, her current power is too weak, and she should not be a "thief", so she cannot see the complete river of destiny, and can only use this extreme method to peek into the past that has long been weathered.

They seemed to mention a few names, and Esther tapped her forehead with her index and middle fingers, a gentle smile on her lips.

In the square under the boulder, all the monsters were lying motionless on the ground.

Esther closed her hands and then spread them out, and the "Pale Bone Nail" fell into her hands. She turned around, kicked the boulder hard, and at the moment when her body jumped, she opened and closed her left hand towards herself, stealing her and The "gravity" between the ground.

Esther's body fell slowly like floating dust, but the tip of the bone sword wandered on the boulder, carving out slender and elegant giant language handwriting. The moment her soles stepped on the ground, the bone sword picked up the last hook, leaving the missing name on the boulder.

Esther returned the "gravity" to herself, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

Under the lingering darkness, "Chaoyang City" has recovered its name lost in time.

But it's just a name.

"It's too bad. There's no sun here for a long time."

Putting away the "Pale Bone Nail", Esther looked around at the dead monsters in the square, imagining the scene where a large group of residents once gathered in this square to celebrate the birth of the Son of God.

They hung garlands representing "happiness" on the boulders, filled the double-handled pots with inferior wine specially provided for the festival, laughed side by side, and heard their Lord proclaiming this day as the "Glory Age" - the beginning of the new era. First year.

There has been such a day here before, at least Esther had such an inadvertent glance when she looked at the river of fate.

Esther stole the distance between herself and the other street next door, and left here briskly. She pulled up her hood again, letting the shadow cover her eyes showing the mark.

Because of the action that evoked the resonance of fate just now, the call she could feel in her mind became clearer and clearer, pointing out the general direction for Esther to move forward.

It is more convenient to use those fates as a supplement, so that you will not feel hungry for a long time, and it is convenient to carve that name, that's it.

Esther told herself this in her heart.

——

The lightning overhead gradually subsided, and the "Land Abandoned by the Gods" ushered in a quieter "night" time, but for wanderers who were not afraid of monsters, there was not much difference.

Esther occasionally hummed a tune, but never sang again.

She has verified that singing can also cause strange things here, attracting and resonating with those monsters, which adds some protection to her own safety.

However, if you meet Amon, these things will probably be completely useless. Esther knows this, so she prioritizes keeping a low profile and does not do unnecessary things if she can avoid trouble.

It was just a whim before, so Esther never approached those scattered ruins of the town again.

She prayed repeatedly in her heart for "good luck and blessings". The "land abandoned by the gods" was quite wide, and Esther just hoped not to run into Amon.

These words of prayer were all addressed to "Zoya", and Esther didn't know if they had any effect. She does not have the ability to directly give good or bad luck to others according to her will, and her own luck always fluctuates.

Esther also asked Aaron about this, but Aaron's reply to her was only: "I just know that doing this will bring luck or bad luck. As for how to accumulate and use it, I will understand it when I gain knowledge of potions."

"If the extraordinary characteristic I absorbed when I woke up was not 'stealer', but 'destiny', maybe there wouldn't be so much trouble?"

Esther pressed her right eyebrow, stole her weight, and tried to move deeper into the swamp of rolling bubbles.

The swamp was too wide, and Esther tried to go sideways for a while, but she never saw a passable place. If she wanted to continue moving in the direction she perceived, she had to cross this swamp of black mud.

"Spiritual intuition" was very calm, so Esther calmly took out the "pale bone nail" and held it in her hand, stepped on the black swamp, left a few footprints and walked forward quickly.

A huge bubble swelled on Esther's left hand, almost in the blink of an eye, it swelled to half a person's height. A gray branch swayed inside, with fist-sized "fruits" hanging from the branch.

The "fruit" is wrapped in a mucous membrane, revealing tissue similar to the cerebral cortex on the inside.

The bubbles in the swamp burst suddenly, and a beautiful call came from the "fruit" on the branches. It constantly exudes a sweet fragrance that can induce salivation, inviting pedestrians who stray into the swamp to pick themselves.

This trap is too obvious...

Esther wrinkled her nose, a little helpless.

Although she could feel the specialness of this monster, and analyzed its allure on both the mental and physical senses through the "decryption scholar", the attraction of this "fruit" to her was far inferior to the extraordinary characteristics. .

The "spiritual intuition" was slightly touched, and Esther's subconscious reaction was faster than her thinking. She stabbed the bone sword backhand and directly penetrated the fruit at the end of the branch.

The moment the "pale bone nails" pierce the outer layer of the fruit, the touch feels like popping a bubble.

The thick tree roots of the forearms suddenly poked out from under the ground, trying to close around Esther.

Opening and closing her palms, she appeared above the swamp three meters away.

Esther still hadn't seen the end of the swamp. Section after section of browned roots pierced through the ground, threatening to fill up the swamp.

Esther's indifferent and gentle eyes bent.