Lord of the Mysteries

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Dak? In the mind of Dairik, the image of the other party emerged:

The middle is medium, the body is slightly fat, and the strength is known. It is an optimistic, cheerful and smiling teenager. He is a general education student and a teammate of the patrol team.

But after the return of the semi-destroyed temple of the "Degenerate Creator", he became deep and smiled at everyone.

As soon as he recalled the changes of Dak Rikins, Dairik shuddered and was full of coolness.

How did he come to me suddenly? Just to get rid of isolation, isn't it time to go home? After the moment, Dairik had a lot of questions in his heart.

Huoran, he thought of a possibility:

"Elder Loyya knows that I suspect they have changed, so Paddack came to solve me?"

Dairik was shocked first, with full of fear, and immediately thought it seemed probably not a bad thing:

Mr. Hangman said, "If there is no suitable audience to testify for you, then you may wish to use your extraordinary person to monitor." Now, the monitor is in that corner. If Dak suddenly attacks me, it will be exposed. They have the fact of the problem!

In this way, even if you don't use the item "Mr. World", you can let things go smoothly!

Huh, Dairik turned his head and looked out the window.

At this moment, the frequency of lightning has been reduced to a minimum. In a minute or two, there is a sky across the sky, illuminating the air, and the entire world of the entire silver city is in deep darkness.

If only one person is at home, Dairik will not turn over and find the candle to ignite, like to lie quietly in bed, thinking about everything infinitely.

Of course, he knows that this is actually more dangerous. If there is no light to dispel the darkness, even in the interior of Silver City, monsters may suddenly appear, but Dairik itself is a "lighting person", with a certain bright attribute, but not too Fear of similar things happening.

Hey! Dak knocked on the door again and seemed to be urging the owner.

He was not like this before, he was very polite... Dairik suddenly had a strong sadness.

He took a candle out of the wooden box and placed it in the middle of the table, then licked his fingers to create a golden flame.

The flame lit the candle, leaving the room full of dim but warm brilliance with a scent of scent.

——The candles of Silver City are mainly made of oil extracted from monsters. They will have different tastes depending on the source.

Taking a deep breath, Dairik walked to the door with a strong guard and opened the door.

"How are you so slow?" Dak smiled and asked.

"Look for a candle," Dairik responded.

He did not dare to leave the back to the other side, took a side by side approach, walked back to the table with the classmate and teammates, and sat down.

"Dungu, just dried, do you want some?" Dak took a small bag from his waist and asked with a smile.

Dumgo is one of the most rare snacks in Silver City. It is derived from a plant called "Dum blood vine". This kind of creature does not need light and grows by sucking the nutrients of decaying corpses. It has a certain tendency to attack. More common weak monsters.

Each "Dum blood vine" will produce many black fruits of thumb size, which can be eaten directly, crisp and fragrant, but they can not fill the human stomach, can not provide the necessary supplements, can only be used as a daily pastime, a patrol You can redeem a few big bags for the merits you get.

"No, no." Dairik shook his head cautiously.

"Okay." Dak poured a bunch of black fruits from his little bag, picked up one, stuffed it into his mouth, and squeaked.

Dairik thought about it and asked for it:

"Do you encounter monsters in the underground part of the temple?"

Dak stopped to chew and replied with a smile:

"There are a lot of them, but they are not very powerful. It was very simple to be cleared by us. It has been destroyed for a long time. The powerful monsters should have left."

He paused for a second and outlined his mouth:

"We found some strange plants at the bottom of the temple. They are like the mushrooms recorded in the general education class. They are particularly bright and make people look appetite at first glance.

“It has been confirmed that they can be eaten directly, which can bring about spiritual improvement and physical strength. If it is combined with a baked monster, it will emit an unimaginable fragrance.”

During the conversation, he took out a palm-sized mushroom-like thing from another small bag. The handle was white as jade, the umbrella cover was bright red, and it was dotted with dark gold spots.

Just to see the plant, Dairik couldn't help but swallow, as if he had been hungry for several days.

The beautiful mushroom-like things, under the faint yellow light, always sway the seductive color, and the appetite is particularly difficult to control.

"Give you one." Dak smiled enthusiastically.

"Okay, okay..." Dairik almost started on the spot and took the mushroom-shaped plant directly into the entrance, but eventually he was patient and barely opened his mouth. "I will try it tomorrow."

Dak did not say much, pushing the "mushroom" in front of Dairik, and he continued to bite the Dumu.

Dairik took great effort to get his eyes removed from the "mushroom" and asked:

"What's the discovery of this exploration?"

“Yes!” Dak stopped the snacking action, holding a black dum fruit and replied very seriously. “We found many murals, coherent murals, do you remember the statue in the temple? ?"

"Yeah." Dairik glanced at the "mushroom" and nodded. "A huge cross with a naked man hanging upside down, and its surface is also deliberately smeared with a lot of blood."

Dak turned the Dumgo Road in his hand:

“The newly discovered murals tell us that the builders of the temple believe that the statue represents the Lord who created everything, the omnipotent God, who believe that the Lord did not abandon this land, but to help us when the Cataclysm comes. The vast majority of the sins, from the erect to the inverted, from the free walking to the crucifixion, and instead of us bleeding.

"God is like the sea, we are not abandoned people, but the beloved ones, without the Lord carrying sins, instead of us bleeding, the Silver City has long been destroyed, and humans have long ceased to exist!"

However, in the outside world, there is no curse at the "Royal Man" and "Justice" Miss Lun, there is no extreme darkness, no monsters in the darkness... We are not being ignored... Dairik silently refuted a sentence in his heart.

"If that is true, we can change the symbols and corresponding names of the sacrifices, and we can regain the Lord's response..." Dach said the mural at the bottom of the temple and said his own guess. And Dairik found himself more and more difficult to resist the temptation of the "mushroom".

No, can't eat! If you eat it, you may be completely polluted by the "fallen creator" and become a fanatic believer... even if there are monitors, you will not find the problem... Dairik is afraid of a moment and feels that he must do something. What to get rid of the current situation.

Drive Dak and return the "mushroom" to him? However, this is tantamount to giving up the opportunity... Opportunity... Dairik’s gaze subconsciously casts a quietly burning dim candle.

"I am going to pour you a glass of water." He quickly passed through the plan of discussing with Mr. "Down Man" and stood up calmly.

Dak nodded and threw the thumb-sized black dum fruit into his mouth, and the sound of the sound echoed crisply.

When Dairik poured water, he deliberately put slow motion, lowered his head, and remembered the name of Mr. "fool", and at the end:

"Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;"

"Pray for you to accept his dedication;"

"Pray for you to open the door to the kingdom."

Hey!

There was a sudden gust of wind in the room, and the natural forces produced significant fluctuations under the influence of the mantra.

At the same time, Dak, who had just picked up a black dum, looked up and looked at Dairik:

"what's going on?"

Dairik did not answer, holding the "Hurricane Axe" in one hand, reaching into the pocket with one hand and lifting the spiritual wall of the outer layer of the iron box. The faint slang and the feeling of evil fall began to faintly and faintly.

Dairik’s line of sight was abnormally directed to Dak, and the expression of the classmate and teammates became sullen, and the blue eyes were bright red!

And the Dumu fruit in his hand strangely faded the blackness of his appearance and stained with a slightly pale flesh.

That's not Dumu, it's a finger, a **** finger, a human finger!

The pile of dum fruit on the table is a human finger!

The bright "mushroom" has also changed into a look, no longer so beautiful, no longer transfer the luster of the appetite, it is a **** scalp with a short black hair!

Dak stared at Dairik, opened his mouth, and his voice was cold and erratic:

"what are you doing……"

............

Beckland, 15 Minsk Street.

Klein, who had already entered the bed and was in the warmth of the world, heard the praying from the little "sun" and struggled to get up, create a spiritual wall, and then reversed four steps and entered the fog.

Sitting in the position of "fool", he did not rush to examine the request of the "sun", but placed the "black emperor" card, the cut paper man and other objects neatly placed on the bronze long table in front of him.

According to the concept of “upside down people”, the “sun” stimulates those who explore the changes of the team members will be in the sacrifice ceremony, so that when things are finished, the item that the “world” borrows can be quite simple. Disappeared on the scene, no evidence of death, and then pushed all the questions to Amon!

At the time, Mr. Klein, the "fool", "nothing", promised a small "sun" to simplify the ritual and only make requests for key steps.

At this point, he waited for the ritual to be partially completed in order to respond.