Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

After experiencing countless flame jumps, exchanging places with countless historical projections, and destroying countless paper mannequin stand-ins, Zaratul is getting closer and closer to the scene of the battle between gods in the star realm, and is getting closer to the various extraordinary forces that frequently collide.

It is also getting closer and closer, the vigorous life, the sad dusk, the sacred light, the raging tide... Among all the ebb and flow of divine powers, what worries Zarath the most is the strict order!

In this most vast land, even the brilliance of the sun must bow to the shadow of order!

The figure of the god he believed in made Zaratul feel a sense of security. He hurried forward for a moment, but this was not because of relaxation, but because the thunderstorms of the Lord of Storms were raining down, and they were "distorted".

He lost his accuracy under the influence and spread out like a loose hemp rope - and one of the lightning bolts just happened to hit Him!

Despite the gap in personality, Zaratul was not easily hit - in just a few seconds, spiritual intuition had warned him, and what was turned into nothingness in the lightning was just a historical projection.

wrong!

Zaratul suddenly woke up. There was no thunder or projection. This was just a dream! Because he had indeed thought about how to get the blessing of the Black Emperor without being hurt by the extraordinary power splashing around, so

This dream really hindered His steps for just a few seconds!

Between the lightning and flint, the surrounding time and space were distorted and dislocated, wheat ears, lightning, shadows, flames... everything at the scene of the divine battle seemed blurry and distant, like a layer of black veil falling from the top of the head.

The prototype of the Kingdom of God·The mysterious realm!

Antigonus grinned, showing two fangs.

"Got you."

Silver-white plasma rained down, separating Thoth from the starlight cage that bound Chic like a waterfall. The strong desire to survive prompted the witch to seize this chance of life - countless snake hairs ignored the dissolved flesh and flesh, and ignored the

The eroded bones and blood frantically tore a crack in the cage, and just when He was about to escape, streams of flames shot from afar!

The Red Angel and the Angel of Destiny have arrived!

"Click——"

A mirror shattered in flames.

Amon thought a little regretfully: His hand slipped. He originally wanted to steal the Mirror Substitution Technique, but ended up getting the plague authority. A black-green light floated on his monocle, and Chike, who had escaped from trouble, looked at him with resentment.

His crimson and nearly black blood dripped from the snake's hair like withered grass, and the place where it dripped turned into scorched earth, withered and withered. At the other end of the battlefield, the younger body of the true Creator had been defeated, and for the time being

Unable to be divided again, the grazing soul returned to the true Creator, and the older one cooperated with Solomon and the Sun, and the God of Wisdom to fight - in order to preserve his own high combat power, Leodro took action.

"Hey, Big Eyes! Good job!"

For Thoth, resentment is one thing, but wanting to fight is another matter - information creatures are afraid of electromagnetism and fish are afraid of fire. Fortunately, although Medici has a nasty mouth,

But he was considerate enough on the battlefield and stopped in front of Leodro with Ouroleus.

A new round of fighting is about to begin.

A kind of pain came from his mind, and Thoth couldn't tell where he was for a moment. He was no stranger to this feeling. As a master of prophecy, he could occasionally glimpse the secrets of fate-at this moment, those who might be able to

Fragments that subvert the future are uncontrollable and flood into my mind regardless of the occasion.

He saw the blood-red moon, like a malicious eye, gazing at the earth like a wolf gazing at a ham locked in a glass cabinet.

He saw a tree, an extremely magnificent tree, with a trunk like blue crystal, golden rice flowers, and leaves as dark as night - the red moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and turned into clear

Silvery white, the night wind played with the treetops, like a gentle song. The next second, this peaceful fairy tale scene was torn to pieces. The lush and beautiful tree crown disappeared, leaving only a bare tree trunk with a cross section.

There was a layer of dried blood on it.

Thoth suddenly felt cold all over.

That's right...when they are fighting for authority, land, and anchor points, and are in chaos, how can those guys outside not do something?

A gap opened in the Hidden Realm, the embryonic form of the Kingdom of God, and a huge scythe was raised high. A being that was the nightmare of all surviving demon wolves stood on the other side.

The crazy smile on Antigonus' face solidified.

Even though many years have passed, that soft and slender figure is still covered with a dark blood color - the bathing Amanisis who is neither bloodthirsty nor murderous, does not torture his prey and does not compete to show his loyalty, and is as quiet as a shadow.

With his father's blood, and under the horrified eyes of the tribe, he stepped onto a new level.

At that time, the goddess of misfortune had not yet covered her face with a black veil, and the joy and relief were clearly visible. It was an expression that Antigonus had never seen before - curiosity was bred inexplicably, and for a while it overcame fear, until the sister yelled

Tell Him to run away quickly, and the other weaker brothers and sisters will soon be separated - His sickle is always so sharp.

After escaping for a certain distance, He glanced back in shock and fear, and found that Amanysis was not chasing them. He was just standing by the winding river of blood, looking quietly in the direction of their escape.

Thousands of years of time passed quickly in Antigonus's mind, but only one second passed in the real world. The son of the devil wolf quickly distanced himself and ran away like the day his father died, and Amanisis

He was not let go this time. Countless historical projections were erased one after another like pencil marks. The tide of fear swallowed up and disintegrated the mysterious realm, but this was not enough to make a king of angels cornered - He rushed into history.

In the mist, we rush into a hidden history related to dragons in the early Second Age.

He can still escape as always. Amanisis sighed calmly, no, he can escape even more, after all, he is now the King of Angels.

Before Zaratul could think about what to say, he left quietly, as if he had never been here before.

The red moon in his hand became more and more strange, and he saw something strange happening in it.

After returning from the western border, Bethel Abraham was observing the star map above his head - the hunter was avoiding the poisonous scorpion, and the poisonous scorpion was chasing the hunter, as always.

Although he doesn't like to deal with worldly affairs by nature and is keen on exploring the starry sky, since he bears the title of "Duke", he will occasionally do something beneficial to the empire. For example, after settling the ethnic groups in the war, he goes to

A trip to the western border to either dismantle or banish the metal lumps that were spitting fire everywhere solved the urgent need of the Sauron family. Although Duke Abraham is not a helpful person, it feels good to occasionally lend a favor.

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By the way, the driving core of those "Gear Knights" is a rare mineral called "Ai Zhe Red Stone", which is currently being held as a trophy by Duke Abraham, turning it over and over - he is used to thinking.

Sometimes I rub one or two shiny things.

"Ancestor." A "planeswalker" flashed beside him and lowered his voice and said: "I used the relics of 'that person' to examine the family members who have roamed the starry sky in the past half century, and there was no abnormality in their bodies.

There is no abnormal change in memory."

"That" is the ancient sun god. When Abraham's ancestors received a "god-given surname", they also received a god-given gift.

Bethel indicated that he knew, but the descendant did not retreat immediately.

"What else?"

"Aren't you going to participate in the God War?" In order to appear more appropriate, the descendant quickly added, "After all, you are recognized by everyone as the most powerful King of Angels."

"The intruders are just a bunch of loose sand. His Majesty the Emperor, the True Creator, and those few others can completely handle it." Bethel looked at the star map with a stern face, "I have more important things to do here."

[When the betrayers attack the victims who have risen from the mud again, malice from beyond this world will quietly seep in like venom.]

He believed that his interpretation of the prophecy was correct, and he also felt that the ominous future must, absolutely, have already happened somewhere.