The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Chapter 1468 Tonight, it's time for a feast! (10)

What seems like good advice is actually hidden murderous intent.

A simple sentence, uttered from the mouth of this insidious and cunning alien god, with an extremely calm tone, contained a terrifying wave.

"Mr. Luo, this is not threatening you."

Nyarlathotep is leaning on a cane, his back is upright, and his felt hat covers half of his face. Through the shadow under the brim of the hat, there seems to be a pair of playful eyes, staring at Lord quietly.

"Based on the current situation, this is a choice that is more beneficial to both of us, and the price we need to pay is just a moment of patience."

"Although I often take pleasure in fooling you, this time, I did not deceive you. You should be able to tell this."

"In that case, why don't you sit down?"

Having said this, Nyarlathotep slowly sat down, and the ferocious shadow turned into a chair. He crossed his legs, as if he really didn't intend to stop Lord by force.

Lord couldn't figure out what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

But as she said, Lord could indeed "see" that she was not lying.

However, Lord knew one thing very well.

From the moment Nyarlathotep appeared, he had fallen into some kind of "trap" by the other party!

Maybe, the truth is really what she said.

It would be beneficial to both parties, as long as he waits patiently for a while, but the price... can never be so easy!

Is it beneficial to each other?

Lord followed this train of thought and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through!

What is most beneficial to Nyarlathotep is to obtain the last incarnation sealed by God, thus completely recovering into the original "three pillars" of chaos.

So... what's best for him?

"The third "key"..."

Lord's child shrank slightly, and combined with Hastur's previous predictions and various strange things, he subconsciously blurted out: "Could this matter... have something to do with her?"

But as soon as he said it, he immediately denied it.

"No...this is impossible...I clearly saw..."

"The opportunity to see the appearance of the "key" lies in those two humans, right?" Nyarlathotep took over the conversation, looked at Lord playfully, and said with a half-smile: "That's right.

It’s not wrong, it’s just a little missing.”

"What's missing?" Lord asked.

Nyarlathotep smiled, tilted his head half-way, moved his lips slightly, and uttered an obscure word: "māshīah."

"..."

Lord's eyelids twitched and he wanted to take action.

"Ancient Hebrew, translated into modern terms, means "anointed one", "messiah"."

Fortunately, Nyarlathotep did not sell out, and continued: "According to legend, God will send a messenger to the world to save the world, and this messenger is called the "Anointed One" and "Miracles".

Saiyan"."

"Jesus?"

Lord narrowed his eyes and continued.

"Yes, the last "Messiah" was the chosen Son. In human language, her name is Jesus." Nyarlathotep nodded.

"But what does this have to do with Michael?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lord noticed something was wrong: "Wait a minute... what did you mean by your previous predecessor?"

"You...really don't know?"

Nyarlathotep asked with a smile.

Lord paused for a moment, and then fell silent. His heart was as wild as a storm, and Hastur's prophecy came to mind.

After a while, his voice was slightly hoarse and he asked: "Messiah...what exactly does it mean?"

"It means...the savior."

Nyarlathotep raised the corners of his mouth, paused deliberately, and then said slowly: "And you... are the "Messiah" they have chosen after all the hard work. Congratulations, you are responsible for saving the world.

, the great mission of expelling foreign gods like us.”

Lord had no trouble in his heart, and even felt ridiculous.

Savior...what a great term.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to be a savior, because usually such people have a bad ending.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Lord sneered and said, "Is it possible that you are deliberately delaying the time?"

"No, no, no..., this little time is meaningless."

Nyarlathotep shook his head: "I just want to tell you that the birth of every savior requires indispensable sacrifices. The only way to get the "third" key... is to sacrifice that

A Seraph."

"What did you say?!"

Hearing this, Lord's eyes suddenly shrank, and a turmoil arose in his heart. He couldn't help but look shocked: "No... this is impossible! If it is really her, why in the future I saw..."

At this point, he suddenly got stuck.

Because...he suddenly remembered that in the future he saw, the opportunity for the "key" to appear was related to Coulson and Black Widow, but all the pictures about the future still...there was no trace of Michael.

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"It seems...you have discovered it."

Nyarlathotep smiled faintly: "You only saw part of it, the result of the appearance of the "key", but you did not see the most important thing, the reason why the "key" appeared."

Then, she continued.

"Although your eyes are very special, don't forget...that old man God also has the power of "omniscience and omnipotence". It's easy to interfere with cause and effect and time."

"Do you know what those three keys represent?"

Seeing that Lord was silent and the coldness in his eyes became stronger, Nyarlathotep smiled: "It's so boring. Forget it, let me tell you. The three keys represent: "Greeding thousands of things"

"The Black Goat of the Forest of Descendants, Shabnicolath", "The One Who Returns All Things to One, Yog-Sothoth", and... "The Wandering Chaos, Nyarlathotep"."

Every time she uttered a name, the void trembled violently.

You can even clearly see how the room is torn apart, as well as the wailing screams in time and space.

The weight of each name is enough to destroy a world!

"The key is necessary to lead to the final place, but it also suppresses our divinity."

"Now...two of the three pillars of gods are free."

Having said this, Nyarlathotep paused, stretched out his pale and slender index finger, and pointed at himself: "I am the only one left, the lurking Chaos, who has not yet regained my 'divine nature'."

"So, you kidnapped Michael?" Lord said quietly.

"I have already explained that she left me voluntarily."

Nyarlathotep said calmly: "The necessary condition for getting the third key is that you need the heart of a Seraph God and actively dedicate your body and mind to the "Messiah". This is the old thing of God who remains.

The last 'insurance' measure to prevent the keys from being taken away by us."

"Only those who can make Seraph willing to sacrifice themselves can be called the "anointed one" and "Messiah"."

"Only those who can make Seraph willing to sacrifice can become the savior and shoulder the responsibility of saving the multiverse, expelling our foreign gods, guarding this pure land, and guarding the supreme divinity."

"You are the one chosen by Michael, the one she voluntarily sacrificed herself for...the "Messiah"."

After listening to Nyarlathotep's explanation, Lord's mind suddenly went blank.

The noisy sounds around him all left him at this moment, as if he was isolated from the world. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and scenes from the past flew before his eyes.

"No, you're lying to me, it's not like that!"

Lord forced his chaotic thoughts to stop, stopped his terrible conjectures, and stared at the slender figure: "She doesn't know this at all. I have already confirmed it, and the Seraph needs to be sacrificed, and it doesn't have to be her.

!”

Yes, if it were just Seraph... there should be another one!

"Because the memory about the "key" has long been sealed."

Nyarlathotep grinned and said: "Only when you are unaware can you make the most appropriate choice. As for the other Seraph you mentioned, does he meet the premise of 'voluntary dedication'?"

Although Lord didn't say it clearly, Nyarlathotep easily guessed that he was referring to the Demon King of Hell and the former Seraph - Lucifer Morningstar.

"So, please wait patiently for a while, Mr. Luo."

Nyarlathotep said calmly: "Just pretend that nothing has happened and just sit there quietly. This is not only good for you, but also good for me. After all... there is no such thing."

If you don't have a key, you can't find it, and if you don't have it, you can't stop us."

However, Lord had no intention of listening to what he said at the moment. When he knew that Michael would sacrifice himself to get the third key for him, it was like a fire was burning in his chest.

Blazing! Boiling! Exploding! Boiling!

That burning fire seemed to burn away all his sanity!

Boom!

A certain string in the depths of my mind broke at this moment along with the memories that emerged.

Lord took a step forward, seemingly relieved of all his burdens, with a ferocious look on his face like a demon, and walked towards the door regardless.

He... wants to do something, because if he doesn't do it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Nyarlathotep, who was sitting, suddenly stood up and stopped in front of him again.

winter!

The cane hit the floor, making a dull sound.

A stream of ferocious black shadows filled the living room, and an invisible strangeness filled the air. Nyarlathotep said nothing, but the sinister eyes under the brim of his hat seemed to be staring directly at Lord.

"You want to stop me?!"

Lord's eyes were half-closed, glowing like molten gold.

Although there were no words, the gradually lowering air pressure and the distorted void in the room were trembling violently.

The majestic spiritual pressure pours out like a volcano, and the surging air waves seem to be intertwined with invisible energy, turning into billowing wind and sharp blades, roaring and engulfing everything around.

The killing intent was so strong that it almost turned into substance, filling every corner of the hall.

It was cold and icy, like a biting wind.

A malice that can penetrate deep into the bone marrow, tear spiritual flesh into pieces, see no end like an abyss, and swallow up all life!

Just four simple words, but they released a weight like a star.

Even Nyarlathotep, who is the Three Pillar God, couldn't help but frown. He didn't dare to confront the current Lord, so he had to step aside and give up half a step: "No, this is your choice, I don't.

I dare to stop you."

Lord moved. He took out his left foot and landed firmly on the ground. With determination in his eyes, he walked towards the door step by step.

"Do you know what it means to take this step?" Nyarlathotep did not stop him, and said, "The supreme divinity... is the only opportunity to defeat us, and it is also my chance.

Wait for what you want."

"I know, so what?"

Under Lord's seemingly calm eyes, there is a surge of anger, which seems to burn everything in the world: "Even without that thing, I can still defeat you!"

...

The majestic Mount Maxi was wiped out in the blink of an eye by the turbulent blue storm.

A huge ravine with a length of thousands of feet, like a natural chasm, stretches between the mountains. The sharp sword intent emanating from it even cuts the sky at night. Looking from a distance, it looks like the sky has been split open.

Same thing.

However, in the crack in the sky, a bright yellow star can be clearly seen.

It is shrouded in hazy yellow light, attracting everyone's attention.

Those who saw it seemed to be dragged into a dream, staring at the star foolishly, muttering an ancient poem like a puppet.

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

The long shadow falls

Right there in Carcosa

The wonderful night when the black star rises

The wonderful moon that moves in the night

...

Lost Carcosa