Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Abnormal protrusions.

Almost at the same moment, all kinds of disasters broke out in all walks of life in the Solomon Empire. In the southeast, the ocean charged towards the land, and the creatures bred by the ocean rode the wind and waves, singing triumphant songs of destruction; in the southwest, a

A giant made of metal and gears appeared on the horizon. They knocked away swords and shields, deflected arrows and flying spears, golden sun flames spurted out from its face armor, and the flesh and land were turned into charcoal.

; In the north, the giants used the silver light of the sunny sun to hide their figures and launched a surprise attack. The witch reached a tacit agreement with them, poisoning the soul with lust and corroding the body with plague...

Fear is spreading, the subjects are confused, the anchor is shaking, and the Black Emperor sitting high on the throne is feeling all this. If a land abides by his laws and the subjects of this land praise his honorable name, this land will

The land is an extension of His hands, feet and body skin. He feels its vitality and vitality, as well as its struggles and groans.

Strictly speaking, every god who protects a party will have similar feelings, but as the Black Emperor who is closely connected with concepts such as "country" and "territory", he feels it more deeply.

At the same time, he also felt several powerful auras approaching quickly.

"Here they come."

"They will always come."

The shadow rose from behind the emperor's throne decorated with swords, spears, and halberds, dyeing the scarlet carpet black. The true Creator rose from the shadow, and his scarlet eyes looked at the painted dome - the god wore it for the emperor.

The black crown, witnessed by all the angels, became the ruler of the new era.

The god in the painting was originally a Cyclops hanging upside down on the cross, but as the true Creator changed his image, all the murals, illustrations, and sculptures related to Him were adjusted accordingly, and this "Divine Right of Kings" is no exception—

-The person who crowned the emperor turned into a middle-aged man with white skin, black hair, and a shadow. Compared with the Hanged Man, he was less scary and more vicissitudes of life.

"The moment you put the crown on my head, I knew there was always someone trying to push me off the Iron Throne."

Solomon also looked up at the mural. The moment he finished speaking, cracks spread across the dome, and dazzling and blazing white light passed through the fallen earth and rocks, turning into flawless spears!

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Earth and sea water, scarlet and blue, were tearing at each other, regardless of top or bottom. The sky was dyed an ominous leaden gray, and a thunderstorm was brewing.

"I, William Augustus, Marquis of Backlund, in the name of His Majesty the Emperor, prohibit thunderclouds from gathering in the sky above Backlund!"

William Augustus, who rushed to the scene, spoke solemnly and pointed a brass scepter to the sky. An invisible shock radiated from the head of the staff carved with human figures, making his prohibition even more binding.

The thick clouds were torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, and the sun shone through from behind, diluting a bit of the panic that was weighing on people's hearts.

After doing this, he turned to this colleague who was not very familiar with him, but had really helped him a lot: "Hidden Highness, thank you for your help..."

….

The second half of his words fell into vain. In just a blink of an eye, Thoth disappeared. If it weren't for the strange soil forming a scarlet defense line, he would have almost doubted whether the King of Angels had ever been here.

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Extraordinaries belonging to the Augustus family arrived one after another. Some imposed bans, some formed a front, and some were responsible for relocating civilians... A direct descendant of Augustus directed all this, and appeared in front of his ancestors.

When he was confused, he looked over.

"The Hidden Sage has left." The descendant pinched his right eye socket.

"..."

The corner of William Augustus's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that although I am holding a sacred object given by His Majesty the Emperor, as a colleague, are you walking too quickly?

"He said he had more important things to do." The descendant held up a piece of red gel. "This item can prevent the spread of sea water. Remember to return it to Him after you use it."

Well, after all, this is not the jurisdiction of the Hidden Sage. It’s good that he is willing to help. Augustus accepted this

According to one theory, He was about to take over the "breathing soil" when he noticed a flash of light in the descendant's right eye - as if there was a lens clamped there. This kind of appearance often appeared in every Jacob and

Zoroaster's bedtime stories can definitely stop children from crying at night.

"You, you are..."

The descendant smiled slightly at him, and then his eyes showed a bit of confusion, as if he were just waking up from a dream.

"Ancestor? Why are you looking at me like this? What just happened?"

Marquis Augustus did not answer. He turned his gaze to the sea that was forcibly stopped. A tall and burly figure emerged from the waves, rising into the air surrounded by strong winds. His rough blue beard and hair were like the tentacles of an octopus.

Dancing without the wind, the whole person looks calm and invincible - this person is not the tyrant himself, but the angel under his seat.

According to the plan, after the Eternal Scorching Sun uses incandescent light to melt part of the polar ice caps and raise the sea level by a few centimeters, the gods he believes in, the King of Heaven, the Emperor of the Sea, and the Lord of Storms, will be able to take advantage of this surge.

The momentum invaded the land, turning Backlund into the home ground of the sailors, the paradise of the sea monsters, and their stronghold for plundering the territory... But who knew that the purple-robed wizard actually disrupted their plan with evil magic!

Thunder, wind blades, magma...the sailors tried to use various means to attack this strange red soil, but to no avail. The angel of the storm briefly pierced a hole with a thunder arrow, but "the soil"

Within a moment, it squirmed and recovered - the flesh and blood magic from the true Creator gave it biological nature and also gave it powerful self-healing power.

"His Majesty the Pope!" A "Sea King" rode a whale and came to Him with a serious and anxious expression. "The ocean can no longer advance, and the people of the sea cannot continue marching!"

At the level of "Sea King", extraordinary people in the path of the storm can command marine creatures, such as mermaids with charming songs, Nagas with thick snake hair, and obnis as huge as hills... Under the orders of the tyrant, various marine creatures can temporarily

The earth went against their own instincts and headed towards the land, but if the land could not be transformed into part of the ocean as planned, they would gradually return to their own instincts, and this originally powerful army would collapse on its own!

….

"The Lord's instruction is to take this city and use it as a stronghold to take back the lands that belong to us one by one." The Storm Pope said solemnly: "This instruction has not changed. Is it just because the process has been a little rougher? Our

Are your determination about to waver?!"

The strong wind blew up His dark blue robe, and His dark blue hair billowed like waves.

"Fellow compatriots!" He shouted loudly, with a voice like thunder, "even if the sea is blocked, the storm will protect us! Let us be lifted by the wind to the land, to the land that belongs to us!"

Augustus also saw the sailors' intention to force a landing, and groups of well-trained punishment knights filed out to punish them for their aggression in the name of the emperor!

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After being dormant for centuries, this imperial capital located at the head of the Honakis Mountains has truly "awakened".

From the perspective of people on the ground, the sky darkens several shades unconsciously, and the shadow of order flows through every wide or narrow street, covers every grand or shabby roof, and even climbs onto the

The Tower of Babel is about to touch the sky. From then on, every street has become the emperor's blood vessel, every roof has become the emperor's body skin, and the towering Tower of Babel has become the advantage of the emperor's personal conquests.

The sword - pointed directly at the enemies of the empire on his behalf, at the dazzling sun, the thunderclouds brewing the storm, and the eyes that were only trying to find flaws.

Although every brick, tile, wood and stone that built the city was dead, Thoth could feel its breathing and heartbeat. It was integrated with Solomon and inseparable - this vitality was so vigorous that he

While traveling through the spirit world, I noticed something when I was thinking of rushing back to the north, but unexpectedly I saw such a scene.

The sky changes unpredictably, sometimes it is pure white that can almost blind people's eyes, sometimes it is red as thick as blood, sometimes it is split by silver snake-like lightning, and sometimes it is occupied by strict black——

The real battle between gods has begun.

./hariot