Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

After everything was settled, Bethel took Thoth to another temple.

Due to the space tricks played by the apprentices, this hall actually occupies far more space than the craftsmen designed for it. It is longer, wider and taller. When walking in it, you feel like you are strolling.

The emptiness of the wilderness, the wallpaper has disappeared, replaced by brilliant nebulae, blue, purple, orange, crimson... all kinds of colors change harmoniously, like a fairyland, with oil paintings and niches hidden one after another

Among them, people are not sure whether they are embedded or floating in the air.

The oil paintings are mostly filled with incomprehensible grotesque scenes, just like the scribblings of abstract painters. They contain strange creatures, either swimming, spreading their wings, laughing, or cursing - they are all alive.

, and there are various objects in the niche, some are pale-skinned and scarred human hands, some are a scepter made in the shape of a cross, and some are hair dancing in the wind - but one thing is the same.

, they all have extremely strong activity and extremely malicious intent.

"This is the 'House of Trial,'" Bethel explained. "Every Abraham had to stay here for a while before going to the stars."

"This environment was created based on the danger level of the starry sky?"

"Nowhere near the stars."

Bethel sighed, "The main thing is to cultivate alertness and resilience, and to make their hearts stronger."

"I see." Tote nodded, "So are you planning to release the thing trapped in the painting?"

"And lift the suppression of these extraordinary items."

Just like Thoth himself said, "How many abilities you can record depends on how many methods you can let me use." Bethel did not intend to be polite to him, and directly took out the most dangerous gadgets in the family to deal with him.

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Thoth pointed to a niche: "If I accidentally break these things..."

"My Abraham family does not lack these items, nor does it lack craftsmen." Bert said in a nonchalant tone, "And this space can swallow energy to a certain extent, so you just have to contribute."

Wow, it’s great to have money... Although I’m not short of money myself. Thoth murmured silently in his heart, wondering if he should also build a training place like this secret realm within the school, but it would contain so many evil spirits.

Demons and spiritual creatures will be very dangerous. Although there are sufficient resources, it is best not to try blindly... The spirituality directly raised the alarm, and all the seals were unlocked. Those "weird creatures" who had been imprisoned for a long time smelled the breath of freedom.

Like a hungry hyena smelling blood, it rushes out desperately!

Bang!

A picture frame immediately shattered into powder, and a demon was the first to break free. It was more than two meters tall, with a towering head and horns, and its body was black and red. It was at the level of a demi-god! At the moment it regained its freedom, it let out a joyful sound.

The roar was also a gibbering that could kill someone! Immediately afterwards, dozens of blue fireballs were thrown out by it, heading straight for Thoth's face like a meteor!

Duke Abraham hid in the hidden space he had constructed. He took out a large book with a cover inlaid with gold and silver and a red agate in the middle. He turned to a blank page and used this trick leisurely.

"Brimstone Fireball" is recorded - although he doesn't need it, for a junior who is still in the low-level sequence, such a mass-destructive trick is definitely not too much...

Thoth sighed silently, thinking that he had seen this move many times on the battlefield at the end of the Second Age, and he could smell it even if he didn't see it or hear it.

The fireball exploded on Him, but there was no smell of burning flesh and blood, and no brains or limbs splattered. There was only starlight scattered all over the place - what was blown to pieces was just the afterimage of the Astrologer.

Starlight fell from the sky, one after another, trapping the devil tightly like a cage, making it look like an insect in amber. The fairy-tale and dream-like starlight now turned into a dangerous thing like thick nitric acid.

Things, the demon's limbs, torso, and skin were quickly disintegrated and eaten away, and a trace of astonishment flashed across its face twisted in severe pain - not so much because it was unable to dodge, but because the "malicious perception" did not

Issue a warning so that it is not prepared at all!

How could this happen? Why

No malice felt at all?!

It looked at this human-looking creature in horror. He was obviously so powerful, but he didn't have any coercion at all.

His murderous intent was pure. Bethel was thinking of a suitable metaphor while recording "Starlight Cage" - it was like removing the cork from a red wine bottle.

For Thoth, whether it is intimidation or murderous intent, it is all information flowing out from oneself. As long as it is contained within oneself, it will not be noticed by external objects - roaming the Northern Continent in the Third Age, accumulating

Faith, during the time when he played the role of "hermit", in order to "walk in the world without leaving traces", he condensed the information to the extreme, and all kinds of people passed by him, and there were never too many of them.

Look at Him even once.

By the way, this is also the case with the broad impression of "approachable" he left in the social world. On the one hand, it is because he does not like to put on airs, but on the other hand, it is because low- and mid-sequence extraordinary people do not feel threatened by him.

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The seductive fragrance of flowers diluted the smell of blood, and the vast darkness spread. The long-dead bones let out a heart-wrenching whisper, and blood-red eyes opened in the hair as thick as morning mist... Thoth was instantly destroyed.

The demon-killing power made the prisoners feel fearful, perhaps because his momentum was not intimidating, giving them the illusion that "united forces can achieve victory." In short, they began to consciously cooperate with each other.

Several fanged fish monsters jumped out of the night and rushed towards Thoth from three directions at the same time. Just when Thoth was about to pull away, he felt his body stiffen slightly. Taking advantage of this momentary hesitation,

A gorgeous beauty came to Him, and the warm fragrance on her body gave people the illusion that they were in a gentle land, and their bones were about to fall apart.

There was a palace puppet sitting in an alcove, waving two small hands with black spiritual threads connected to the fingertips. When Thoth looked over with emotion, it let out a mighty giggle.

Thoth showed a look of mixed regret and pity.

The next second, countless complex messages flowed back along the spiritual line. The wooden idol twitched violently like an electric shock, staggered down from the niche, and broke a leg. At the same time, the black

Thorns rose from the ground, forming an indestructible armor around Thoth, and the spikes opened several holes in the body of the fish monster that could not hold back its offensive; as the clatter of horse hooves sounded, the woman let out a painful whimper.

, and then fell down softly - it was actually a strange plant with a beauty on the top half and a vine on the bottom half. "Famine" is the natural enemy of "fertility", ruthlessly strangling everything related to plants, and the vines quickly

It became withered and yellow, and that beautiful face became as wrinkled as an old woman's, and finally turned into a skeleton...

The trapped beasts were still pouring in, and Thoth had no intention of fighting with them. After summoning "Famine", he summoned "Plague" riding a white horse, "Strife" riding a red horse, and "Dispute" riding a green horse.

The "death" of the horse, with the aura of doomsday catastrophe, they quickly slaughtered all the demons, evil spirits, and spiritual creatures. The remaining ones realized that the previous cage was the safest place, so

He hid in his own "picture frame" and refused to come out no matter what.

"Thank you, you saved me the trouble of catching them back."

Bethel closed the notebook and resealed each frame.

"Wait a moment, I will ask junior to bring you what you want."

One month later.

"The Lord who created everything..."

"The master behind the shadow curtain..."

"The fallen nature of all living things..."

"We pray for your gaze, our prayer for your listening, our prayer for your enlightenment..."

One after another prayers came from each city-state where humans still survived in the land abandoned by the gods. A mysterious prayer man who came here half a century ago in order to practice the Lord's will became more and more frequent in this month.

Initiate prayers on the ground - this is an extremely critical month, because one month later, the ark that will lead the people abandoned by God to sail to a glorious tomorrow will arrive. They must lead men, women, and children to the planned docking place of the ship in time.

After confirming the details of the deployment and the current positions of each team, the True Creator asked: "How do I look?"

Thoth carried Him from head to foot

He looked it over and said seriously: "You look like an older man who is going to meet his ex-wife."

"Hello--"

"Just kidding, you look great, don't be nervous."

In the temple, the giant who was hanging upside down on the cross, covered in darkness and with one scarlet eye, had disappeared. He was replaced by a man nearly two meters tall. His whole body was shrouded in shadow, with only his head, hands and part of his neck exposed.

His skin is very white, and the blue blood vessels can almost be seen. His face is weathered but handsome. If you look closely, it looks a bit like Sasril, and his eyes are as thick as blood.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"As you wish."

After exhaling a puff of thick white smoke, the True Creator said, "Is my anxiety obvious?"

"It's not obvious." Thoth comforted, "I'm not the type who is good at observing people's words. The reason why I can feel that you are worried is because I am also a little nervous."

"This is normal. After all, you have spent a lot of effort on this." The real creator sighed, "More than half a century."

Thoth corrected, "It's not me, it's us."

"Yes, us."

"Your anxiety is normal, Alex." After a moment of silence, Thoth said, "Although the action of saving Rose was a helpless act, I have been thinking about whether I could have done better in the future.

, could have prevented more harm - even though I know that I am neither omniscient nor omnipotent, and cannot save everyone."

"When dealing with people in the City of Silver, I sometimes find it difficult to look them in the eye." Thoth curled up his lips, "From a god's point of view, I should be very hypocritical."

"No, never." The True Creator patted Him on the shoulder, "Thank you, Meng."

"You're welcome." Thoth said with a crooked eyebrow, "I will bring them out, and I'll leave the north to you."

../hariot