Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Betrayal, guilty, punished."

"Flesh, torn, bones, bent."

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."

The baby, who was covered in pitch black, looked at the sunless sky with one blood-red eye. Intermittent murmurs leaked from his little mouth, showing the resentment of being eaten. The resentment was so intense that it eroded self-control like poison.

The virtues preached in the Bible, such as tolerance and tolerance, have given rise to the hidden depravity in human nature, which even mythical creatures cannot bear. In order to maintain their self-awareness, they still have human nature in them. Although it is thin, it is enough for this.

Disturbed by gibbering.

"Do you mind if I let him sleep?" Realizing that these two were loyal believers of the Creator, Thoth quickly added: "I don't mean to offend, but the depravity contained in this ramble will have an impact on the surrounding environment and will affect the surrounding environment.

It will reveal your whereabouts to a certain extent.”

Medici's irises were still red, and his voice was hoarse after shouting, "Come on, maybe sleeping can relieve some of the pain."

Under the power of "Sleeping Beauty", the baby gradually fell into a deep sleep and stopped murmuring. Just when they thought the matter had finally come to an end, Thoth let out a painful groan, and cracks opened from half of his face.

Opening, the flesh and blood inside solidified into black and white peeping eyes, and the scene in front of them began to be fragmented. Medici and Ourolius were no longer a red-haired man in black armor and a silver-haired man in a robe.

, but two grotesque shapes composed of abstract things such as light, spiritual numbers and symbols - those abstract things represent the extraordinary characteristics contained in mythical creatures. Whenever Thoth's voyeuristic eyes are not controlled, there will be something in his field of vision.

It will be filled with complicated occult information, which cannot be screened or selected. It can only be reflected in the brain in a lump, pressing every nerve to the point of collapse.

"Ha... I knew it," He covered half of his face with a wry smile, "How could he remain unharmed after recreating a creation-level myth..."

"The pollution in the underground..." Ourolius's voice reached the ears through the madness that could not be suppressed, "That magic brought you into contact with the original..."

"Damn it! Why were you also..." A spiritual communication forcefully squeezed into Thoth's mind, and Medici almost gritted his teeth and chanted his name, "Cheer up! Hidden Sage...the key to ancient history,

Eyes that peer into secrets, the incarnation of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers... oh..." Blood coughed out from his throat again.

Although chanting the names of the gods can help them stabilize their knowledge, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket now.

"Disconnect quickly, excessive information will flow into your brain along the spiritual link... you will lose control..."

Thoth stumbled forward two steps, thrust the dark baby into Medici's arms, and then turned into a torrent of information and rushed into the distance.

After the Eastern Continent was torn apart beyond recognition by various extraordinary forces, the Hermit Divine Kingdom Mirage in the Northern Continent also ushered in changes.

Black thorns protruded from the window of the vermilion attic. They were twisted together and grew longer and longer. Finally, they wrapped themselves around the towering building layer by layer like chains. The force was so strong that the sharp thorns penetrated deeply.

The red wood seems to be strangling the entire building and the people inside - and the center of this dangerous situation is the hidden sage who has fallen into a semi-crazy state.

After struggling with madness for an unknown amount of time, Thoth finally returned to his human form, and the secret-peeping eyes on his body finally closed. He slightly loosened the restraint on himself, walked out of the cracked gap in the black thorns, and stepped on empty steps.

Enter a room filled with water and let the blood-stained clothes get wet.

His reflection was reflected in the red pool water. Thoth raised his hand slightly, and the reflection emerged from the water like a hibiscus, turning into a woman with black hair and purple eyes - it was Minerva who briefly appeared in the Eastern Continent.

, the female half of Thoth, she was standing naked in the water, her beautiful but dull eyes reflected Thoth's extremely exhausted expression.

"Perhaps we can refer to Alex's method, actively lower the level, distance ourselves from the 'original', and at the same time let this half body integrate some characteristics to become a container that isolates pollution..."

As if he had finally made up his mind, Thoth took Minerva into his arms after taking a few deep breaths. The steaming water mist submerged the two such similar figures.

The wet black hair was indistinguishably intertwined with each other, and the rapid and trembling breath lingered between the two lips and tongues for a long time. They embraced each other as if they were embracing themselves.

When the sky breaks out, there are no hermits left in the world, only two angel kings who spy on the path of secret people, one remains in the world, and the other sinks into the shadow of the water.

As if the lamp ran out of oil, the cascading black thorns quickly withered and withered, and the mirage also fell apart. The exhausted hidden sage fell downwards like an autumn leaf, together with thousands of fragments.

The sound of ancient bells spread from far to near like water waves, and the shadow of night quietly enveloped Thoth, who was falling. He opened his eyes just a slit, and looked across the dreamland at the figure standing on the field full of sleeping flowers.

The goddess shook her head. At the moment when the power of the night faded, Thoth returned to the height before falling. The black raven wings swept across the sky, revealing a playful expression rarely seen in angels.

With gravity being deceived, Amon slowly landed with him.

"I thought you were going to kill me directly." Just as Thoth was about to say this, he found that he couldn't even move his eyes, let alone move his tongue - it was really not good, Amon finished it when he was at his weakest.

Deep parasitism. Shi Tiantian naturally learned of his thoughts, and the corner of his mouth curved in a bad way, "Since you don't avoid this possibility, how can I let you easily get your wish?"

The hidden sage, who was chased all the way by Feng Zhibai, almost eroded by the original, and had just completed self-division, was almost too tired to stand up. He was half-supported and half-carried by Shi Tiantian, who touched his fingertips with a cool feeling.

His unprotected neck was like a newly unsheathed blade that would cut off His head in the next second.

"Why don't you run away?"

"It's as if I escaped today and you won't find me tomorrow." Thoth said silently, "It's like praying. I'm used to finishing things today."

The angel was still smiling, but there was no light in his eyes. His hands became as sharp as steel. Thoth felt that his skin was torn open like a packaging bag, and the flesh and blood on the back of his neck was easily separated like jelly.

Amon's fingers could touch his neck bones, and tiny insects separated from his fingertips, crawling around in his flesh and blood, making a creepy rustling sound.

"Then have you ever thought that if you run away today, you might be able to live one more day?" Shi Angel's voice was as gentle as silk, "You can go to your favorite small restaurant and die after eating and drinking.

It’s better than dying of exhaustion.”

Thoth sighed silently, "Forget it, I won't be able to eat with peace of mind anyway."

"An Xin?" Amon chuckled, "You participated in the plot to kill my father, but you still want An Xin?"

"Are you going to..."

"Let me see what you were planning with them some time ago -"

As a high-level information creature, Thoth can hide his thoughts and memories in thousands of irrelevant and complicated information. Coupled with the hidden authority, even thieves at the level of the King of Angels will have a hard time spying on him.

Idea - Unless Amon is willing to allocate several worms of time to share the pain of being washed away by the torrent of information. But because Thoth is in a parasitic state, the complicated information is pushed aside like Moses parting the sea, revealing

The part that Amon wanted to see.

"Wait... don't..." The hidden sage struggled calmly even in the face of death threats, "Amon, don't look! If you want to know what happened, I'll tell you! Don't look -"

The memory of the Rose of Redemption passed by frame by frame, and Amon turned over the chapter about the war between gods very quickly...it was too late.

The devoured body, the scattered flesh and blood, the bloody King of Angels, the baby born from the corpse, the most tragic scene can be seen at a glance.

Amon stared blankly at that memory, and the worms of time peeled off his face one by one, but he was completely unaware of it.

He felt "himself" rush forward quickly, picked up the dark baby and ran away. He felt the blood and tears falling from "his" eyes, and heard the suppressed cry coming from "his" throat.

leaked out, feeling that the flames burned "my" skin, and the thunder and lightning scorched "my own" flesh and blood... But "my own" hands were unwilling to let go no matter what.

This is the perspective of the person in front of you, the memories and feelings of the person in front of you.

If it's just for a profit, why be so decisive?

Thoth felt the hand that touched his neck bone left, and the rustling insects crawled out. The skin began to close, the scars began to scab, and finally they were as smooth as before.

The child who was brought up by Him asked Him a question, his voice was so calm that it was almost hollow.

"Like father, do you feel that telling me will cause unnecessary trouble, so you have been avoiding me?"

The parasitism was lifted, but Thoth was speechless.

The crow flew away from Him, shrank into a small dot in the night sky, and finally disappeared.

That was the Hidden Sage's last memory of the Time Angel in the Third Age.