Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Before he had time to worry about this failed attack, Thoth felt his throat was sore and swollen - as a mythical creature, he should not be affected by illness, but the witch in charge of the plague made him feel the flu that he had not seen for a long time!

The dazzling morning light of the God of War finally dissipated, and the mysterious viruses hiding behind it emerged. They gathered together, showing an unknown black and green color - Thoth suddenly realized that Chic had been quietly adding to his group.

The concentration of the virus until it can cause obvious damage to the mythical creature! It's like letting the snowflakes fall one by one before an avalanche engulfs the town!

At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, the image of the Gorgon who was fighting the Black Emperor suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the invisible and colorless spider silk wrapped around the body of the Hidden Sage, making him temporarily unable to move freely.

——Although he could escape by returning to the information flood state, Chick was like pulling the fuse of a bomb, triggering a

With a severe headache and dizziness, Thoth had no time to respond in time. Seeing this, Badheir hurriedly swung his giant sword to attack again. The true creator raised the sea of ​​blood and collided with the light of dawn.

But his two clones were fighting against the storm and the scorching sun, and had no time to pay attention to the snake hair that was about to bite Thoth!

An inconspicuous white circle appeared in the right eye of a snake. It twisted its head and bit the other snake fiercely! This disorder spread like a plague, and the snakes killed each other.

, petrified each other, the original witch let out a scream of pain, and the hidden sage raised a strange torrent of breath from the corner of his mouth, climbed up the spider threads that bound him, and flowed back to Qi Ke in the blink of an eye!

The beautiful face of the witch suddenly became ferocious and distorted - she felt like a ditch forced to accommodate the ocean current, and her whole head was about to be exploded!

A rusty paper man slipped out of his wide sleeves - after some bargaining, Thoth successfully asked Zaratul to give this "substitute paper man" as a bonus to the "time-tracing charm"

He, the Hidden Sage, showed a mockery that seemed to be contaminated by the Red Angel, and said in his heart that this is not the first time that your little broken family has come back to my jurisdiction to cause trouble. Only fools are unprepared for the epidemic!

The colorless and invisible spider silk slipped from the witch's fingertips, and the starlight shattered a mirror carrying Chike's afterimage into pieces - Chike decisively chose to put himself in a state of invisibility, and bursts of it were enough to make a demigod die of respiratory disease.

The haze enveloped the world in an instant, and it was difficult for even the peeping eyes to outline Chike's figure!

As an assassin, he plans to attack from the dark!

"Why are you so vigilant?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"We could have had a better encounter, couldn't we?"

When the sky was dark, the bewitching voices echoed, traceless and everywhere, like shadows from the soles of the feet. A refreshing fragrance rose up, transforming into women with various postures, stretching out their arms.

Both hands, as white as lotus roots, caressed Thoth's

The cheeks, chin, and Adam's apple brushed away the vigilance that should have been maintained on the battlefield like dust, leaving only pure love and madness in the heart - emotion and beauty are vain things to the gods, but to the path of the witch

To the true God, it is a poison that corrodes the heart and a knife that scrapes the bones!….

Chike certainly didn't think that such a bewitchment could make a being of the same level become obsessed, but as long as he was distracted for a moment, he could deliver a fatal move!

Unexpectedly, the Hidden Sage smiled. There was no mockery from the hunter, no arrogance from the ruler, and no indifference from the gods. Just like a young man who met love, Qi Ke felt frightened in his heart, but he was tempered by the poisonous ice and snow.

The blade had already stabbed out instinctively - but there was no blood spattering, no flesh ulcers, his attack was submerged into a peaceful lake, and the clusters of yellow daffodils exuded a delicate fragrance.

Qi Ke looked at the clear lake with feeling. A black-haired girl was sleeping under the still water. She was not wearing any ornaments or fancy clothes. She was so spotless, as beautiful as a baby's sweet dream. People couldn't help but want to get closer and want to.

touch...

wrong!

As an assassin, the sense of crisis pulled Chike at the last moment, but it was still a step too late. The girl suddenly opened her eyes, and the bright starlight spread from behind her, wrapping Chike in it like a cocoon!

"you……?!"

Seeing a familiar purple color blooming in the girl's eyes, Chic was shocked and angry - how could the hermit have the power of bewitching?! No, how could he bewitch me? Bewitch the original witch who has always been good at bewitching the world?

Thoth, or rather Minerva, sighed in an incomprehensible voice, "To be precise, it was not me who bewitched you, but the... reflection deep in your heart."

Chic wanted to make him lose consciousness for a moment, but Thoth had the same idea.

The only thing that could fascinate the arrogant and beautiful young man in ancient Greece was his own reflection, and the thing that fascinated the stunning witch was naturally his own reflection!

The gods are fighting vigorously, and the angels are also performing their duties - the nails that the gods have deliberately planted are showing their fangs today, and for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, for the great empire, and for their own lives and interests

, they should also fight to the end.

In the dense forest on the outskirts of the Intis province, the Beyonders of the Zaratul family have surrounded a group of Blazing Sun believers. The leader gritted his teeth and took out a crystal bottle filled with luminous liquid, and leaned back.

, with open arms, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Praise my Lord, praise the sun——"

At the same time, the light in the crystal bottle became more and more intense, like a blooming spark!

"Stop him! This madman wants to burn us all together!"

"No, it's too far! I can't touch that guy's spiritual thread!"

The leader of this group of Blazing Sun believers showed a cruel smile, and was about to unplug the crystal bottle and return to the Lord's Kingdom of God with a heroic gesture, but his movements and expressions suddenly froze - the black spiritual thread had been

No one can control it, but in just a few seconds, he turns into a soulless puppet, and his accomplices also undergo the same change.

A direct descendant of the Zaratul family and the young leader of the pursuit team saw this scene with the help of the Sparrow Secret Couple, and said happily: "Ancestor!"

"What's the loss on your side?"

The next second, an old man in black robes and white beard appeared next to the little boss. He said respectfully: "There are no casualties among the demigods and above. Three people in the middle rank were killed, ten were seriously injured, and sixteen were slightly injured."….

Duke Zaratul nodded slightly, and was about to say something more, but his lips stopped moving. The soothsayer's keen spiritual intuition told him that there were pairs of eyes hidden in the woods behind him that smelled of burning.

Shasalala's voice sounded, and he slowly turned around, exchanging positions with his own projection.

"Your Majesty, Lord Zarath."

Five or six different voices sounded together, men's and women's, crisp and hoarse, strangely and harmoniously combined. "They" walked out of the dense forest. The moment they saw the true appearance of "them", the little head

The target's pupils shrank slightly due to fear.

This is not a person, nor a group of people, but a deformed monster made up of many torsos mixed together, like a centipede magnified thousands of times, with several hands and feet of different sizes supporting their movement.

There are seven or eight human faces on the torso with forest-white bones. Some belong to well-maintained women, some belong to unsmiling men, some belong to elders, and some belong to young people... There are several faces among them.

It is one that Zaratul is more familiar with.

"Sir Antigonus." Zaratul said without emotion, "I remember that at this time in previous years, you always stayed in the Kingdom of Night."

"Ah, yes, this sunny season is suitable for speeding through the Honakis Mountains, rather than walking around in human stone houses."

The centipede-shaped monster raised its "head" and looked at the unpredictable sky, and then said: "But today is so lively, I even suspected that even if I just roll in the grass, a thunder will chop me into coke."

, or a fireball burns me to ashes."

"You are joking, secret puppets, projections, paper figures, there is always a way to escape."

"Escape?" A strange grunt came from a childish face, "Isn't that just running away?"

"Ever since my father died, I have been running away from one continent to another, erasing every footprint and breath - just like you said, secret puppet, projection,

Paperman, I always have a way to escape, but running away is running away. Even if there are a hundred clever ways for me to choose, I can't erase the lingering fear."

Antigonus said quietly: "Whenever night falls, this fear will be infinitely magnified. I dare not expose myself to the night sky, nor do I dare to fall into a dream."

"I've had enough."

When the words fell, this twisted monster fell to the ground, like a puppet that had lost its strings.

And in the fog of history, two more figures are chasing each other. On the founding day of the Solomon Empire, the Red Angel commanded his army and drove the Storm believers off the land. Tens of thousands of humans worshiped in the direction of the sunrise.

Catastrophe transformed the originally prosperous Eastern Continent

Turned into a wasteland... Pieces of historical light spots passed by them. Zaratul glanced at Antigonus, who was biting tightly behind him. The son of the demon wolf had a look of madness on his face, while his face was cold.

A strange mask vaguely appeared on His face.

When did He accommodate the uniqueness of "The Fool"? Which existence helped Him?

These doubts were forced to the bottom of his heart, and Zaratul quickly thought about the best escape direction in his mind.

Finally, he looked at the sky, where various divine powers were surging - it was the most dangerous and safest place.

./hariot