The Master of the Strange Realm

I don’t know if it’s because of too much skill or because of the existence of the [Player], but the speed of interpreting the knowledge this time was extremely fast.

After a few seconds, some golden streams appeared in the dark vision due to closing eyes. When closing eyes, the darkness in front of eyes is not uniform, but when the streams appear, the vision outside the light becomes the deepest darkness.

There is an auditory hallucination in the ears, that is the sound of applause. As a large number of golden streams continue to fly and overlap, the black background gradually becomes clear, and finally turns into a huge red curtain, and the continuous applause is behind the curtain.

The applause gradually subsided, and the shadow of a slender woman appeared behind the curtain from light to dark. With the appearance of the woman, the pleasant humming replaced the completely disappeared applause.

This is a sound produced with the simplest technique, and the tune is just the most simple lullaby. The woman seemed to act spontaneously, but the moment the music appeared, Jenkins was completely fascinated.

He couldn’t describe what kind of voice it was, what kind of music it was. In both of his lives, he had never heard such soul-deep music.

The idea of ​​this piece of music was not profound, the hummer's skills were not very good, and even the "performance" itself had a strong sense of casualness.

But it was such a piece of music that made Jenkins' soul tremble. He felt that he saw the whole world in a trance, and seemed to be flying freely in a dream.

This was not a feeling of "freedom", but just the high-level divinity infecting his soul and causing the soul of the new pseudo-god to resonate.

Chapter 1168 Chapter 1149 God and God (Part 2)

Chocolate squatted quietly and watched Jenkins. In the eyes of the cat, after the man closed his eyes, tears unconsciously oozed from his eyelids, and the only thought of Jenkins who came back to his senses was that he was worried that he would never hear such a song again.

No matter how perfect the song is, it will definitely come to an end. When the woman's voice gradually became low, loud applause came from all directions again, and there were occasional cheers.

A white light appeared in the middle of the red curtain. The curtain was pulled open little by little. The dazzling white light made Jenkins, who had his eyes closed, feel a little uncomfortable. But this was not a visual perception but a kind of illusion, so it would not be harmful to the body to force himself to look at the scene behind the curtain.

Behind the curtain was just as Jenkins imagined, a huge stage like an opera house. The bright lights and gorgeous stage decorations were unimaginable for mortals. The audience seats under the stage were empty, and Jenkins still didn't know where the applause came from.

Standing in the center of the stage was a woman wearing a golden floor-length dress. Not all women are suitable for such a noble color, but the current one is obviously very suitable. To be more precise, this golden fluffy dress can't show the nobility of women as much as possible.

It's a pity that Jenkins can't see that face. The scene in front of him is as bizarre as in a dream. All kinds of strange white patches fill his vision, making it impossible for him to see the whole picture of the stage clearly.

But at least he could hear the woman sighing softly after she finished humming, and he could also notice that she took a step forward with the book in her arms, leaving the center of the stage empty.

But she turned around after only two steps, and then stretched out her right hand wearing a luxurious lace glove, and stretched that hand to the center of the stage where the lights gathered.

Silently, another equally noble and elegant woman appeared under the lights. She seemed to be the shadow of the first woman, and seemed to have walked out of the first woman's body.

When the right hand of the woman humming the lullaby just stretched out under the light, the second tall woman stretched out her hand to hold it, and then bowed slightly.

The woman holding the book pulled out her hand and turned to walk down the stage, sitting in the center of the first row with peace of mind, while the woman who was left alone in the center of the stage began to sing loudly.

Although the sound was not as good as the lullaby just now, it was equally melodious and touching. But Jenkins didn't have the heart to appreciate the music. He opened his eyes suddenly regardless of the illusion that it had not ended, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down one by one.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened in surprise, and he didn't even notice why he was in tears.

He got an unimaginable truth:

"The God of Music [Wonderful Music]... is the avatar of the Sage?"

For other gods, Jenkins might feel wrong, but the first woman who sang a lullaby while holding a book was obviously the true god [Inherited Sage]. Whether it was the familiar breath or the warmth on the forehead, it was proof that could not be forged. And the illusion just now undoubtedly explained a terrible fact:

"The false god [Wonderful Music] is the avatar of the true god Inherited Sage!"

The establishment of this matter led to countless problems, the most important of which was that Jenkins had never thought that the true god and the false god could have such a relationship.

If he didn't know that there were two clear routes to becoming a god, he might even go crazy now because of the conjecture that "it turns out that there is no way to become a god, and all gods are originally gods."

But even though he knew that everything could become a god, Jenkins was still terrified by how many false gods were clones of the true god or even the master. This was a very serious problem, because since the God of Music knew Jenkins' secret and guided him step by step to defeat the Skull Sword within half a year, the Sage must also know this.

And even without thinking about the relationship between the Sage and the God of Music, the meaning of the true god creating a false god in the form of a clone is quite amazing.

"The Sage's priesthood already includes art and knowledge, so He originally held the priesthood of [Music], and then split his priesthood to create a new god. There seems to be no logical problem, but why is this?"

He couldn't figure this out, and even before this, he had never thought of this possibility. In his opinion, false gods and true gods are equally great but completely different. The two are entangled with each other but definitely not in this way. If false gods can be clones of true gods, then can true gods be...

"Oh~"

He pinched himself suddenly to stop himself from thinking about this question. Just thinking about this possibility, Jenkins felt a headache and chest tightness. He nervously wanted to divert his attention to prevent himself from thinking about such a deadly problem.

But the more nervous he was, the more he couldn't help thinking about that problem. He bled from his nose unconsciously. It wasn't until the wet feeling touched his lips that Jenkins realized he was bleeding.

He hurriedly grabbed the towel on the bedside table and frantically dealt with the abnormality on his body.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it..."

He muttered nervously, then picked up his cat and kept stroking it. It took a long time for his swollen and painful head to become clearer, but he also knew that if he thought along that line of thought, there must be more terrifying facts waiting for him.

"But why? Oh! Don't think about it, don't think about it."

He rubbed the chocolate in annoyance, and the chocolate squirmed and made a dissatisfied sound, but did not try to escape.

In order to soothe the mental damage he had just suffered, Jenkins lay in bed for a whole afternoon. His pale face scared Captain Binxi who came to visit him.

Captain Binxi lived next door to Jenkins, and the two met in the morning.

"Dad was right to ask you to stay in the church, Jenkins. Don't hold on. You can get better at work after you recover from your injuries."

He consoled him like this, and the dazed Jenkins couldn't even find a suitable reason to refute him.

Because of his bad mental state, the arithmetic class on Wednesday evening and Miss Befanna's fighting class were cancelled. Jenkins woke up at six o'clock in the evening, and the dark rainy night was outside the bright bedroom. Hearing his groaning when he woke up, the nuns waiting outside knocked on the door and pushed the dinner cart in.

The raindrops hit the glass with a crackling sound, and the dense drum-like sound was dull and wet with the unique sound of rain.

Chapter 1169 Chapter 1150 Diwo's Relics

After waking up, Jenkins was stunned for a long time before he remembered to thank the nuns who pushed the dining cart, and then suspected that the things about the sage and the god of music were his dreams.

But the memory in his head was absolutely true. The method of creating a false god was not only for mortals to become gods, but also for the true gods with higher status. They could also "create" false gods.

"Is this the third way to become a god...but why did the sage do this...it's a headache, okay, I don't want to think about it."

After hearing that Jenkins' "condition" had worsened, Miss Befanna took time out of her busy work to visit Jenkins. According to her, although the Sons of God did not need to pay a price to use the power of God, it was difficult for mortals to withstand such high-status power. Therefore, although the Sons of God rarely used their full strength, they would be weak for a long time after each attack.

"So the gentleman from the [Church of Creation and Mechanics] will come to visit you tomorrow. He also needs to rest. Although the power you used seems to be stronger, his sequelae seem to be more serious than yours."

Miss Befanna looked at the ruddy Jenkins. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that the man in front of her was as white as a sheet of paper when he was unconscious in the afternoon.

Although the angels were killed, it did not mean that the whole incident was completely over. During Jenkins's rest, the Carfax Field and the Nolan Garrison cooperated with the Orthodox Church to carry out a larger and more thorough city-wide search operation in the Nolan area.

The main benefactors of [The Whip of the Dead] are still in the city, the missing [Gear Craftsmen] are eyeing the underground of the city, and the aliens of unknown origin are plotting in the dark. The fall of the angel is not the end. For the people living in this city, humans and those creatures other than humans are the biggest threats to peaceful life.

Miss Befanna told Jenkins that the Orthodox Church raided the [Whip of the Dead] base near Yorktown early this morning and accidentally found some very important letters.

Those letters are not internal letters of the evil god sect, but contact letters between them and another very dangerous organization [Tree House]. In the angel fall incident, [Tree House] provided a lot of theoretical information, and even A-01-1-3411 [Rain Man] that Jenkins met was a summoning method provided by [Tree House] to the believers of [Lord of Slaughter].

"The 8-year-old child who grew up fed by unclean water drowned in the holy water blessed by the priest. Such a body would then go through a series of treatments and processing, combined with other sacrifices and the destroyed ritual foundation in that stronghold. Formation, you can successfully summon A-01-1-3411.”

Miss Bevanna spoke in detail, and Jenkins kept nodding, thinking about what Miss Audrey had said about the man holding a strange artifact they met when they were trying to stop the angel coming ceremony.

That item directly caused the death of Miss Bronyance. According to her later recollections, the strange item was related to gears and steam, which had to make Jenkins wonder whether the [Tree House] was connected to the [Whip of the Dead] ] and [Gear Craftsmen Guild].

This conjecture has not yet been confirmed, and the newly discovered clues well explain why Pirate King Devo was killed by Jenkins before the end of the month.

It was still Wednesday night. After having a full meal and nothing to do, and having slept a little too much today, Jenkins went down to the Gate of Everything and had a casual conversation with Mr. Smith, the secret keeper on duty today.

Originally, he was on duty at the gate of all things and was not allowed to be distracted from other things. But since Jenkins is here, it's not impossible to relax a little.

The two talked about the angels, the obsidian seal in the desert in the center of the continent, the snowman army in the north, and the continuous rain in the southern part of the continent.

At about nine o'clock, the two of them heard dense footsteps at the top of the dark stairs at the same time, and then saw a group of secret keeper apprentices wearing white robes, led by the secret keeper Granny Tinawa, Holding some small boxes, he walked down cautiously.

Granny Tinawa is one of the few women among the official secret keepers of Nolan Parish. Jenkins rarely sees her because she never takes turns in front of the Gate of All Things, but instead guards an important seal offshore Nolan.

"Open the sealing room at the 36-degree angle, the depth is 12.3."

Her apprentice hurriedly took the authorization letter from his pocket, while the old man calmly showed his seal and soul emblem to prove his identity.

"That sealed room?"

Mr. Smith asked doubtfully. After receiving another answer, he slowly checked the documents, handed them to Jenkins, and then turned to open the door.

"Devo's relic..."

Jenkins didn't want to peek, but there was a very clear message written on the top page, and he accidentally saw it when he lowered his head.

"Yes, Mr. Williamte. The notorious pirate king has always been known for collecting all kinds of strange things. Although he is dead, he must be cautious about the special items he carries and some of his own organs. Containment. Although we were not the first to discover Divo’s remains, out of caution, the pirate king’s relics cannot be contained in the same location, so the five churches in Nolan will contain Divo’s relics separately.”

As one of the Seven Pirates famous in the material world, Pirate King Devo died in Nolan without any explanation, which is a very important matter. Although the benefactors of Nolan are still worried about the fall of the angel, in areas outside Nolan, the impact of Divo's death is greater than the impact of the angel's appearance.

After all, mortals simply don't care about the probability of encountering angels, but close to coastal cities, the probability of encountering pirates will become quite high.

Divo has a huge bounty from many forces, and just counting the bounty placed on him by the Twelve Orthodox Churches is enough for any benefactor to go from poverty to very, very rich.

It's a pity that Jenkins couldn't admit that he killed it, because the murder weapon was the Holy Bone Sword, and on Monday, Nolan's guardians clearly saw the angel of the alien god holding that sword.

Although people do not have any evidence to prove that the short angel belongs to the "God of Lies", and the gods have not yet issued an oracle on this matter, most people are already convinced that it is definitely an angel from the "God of Lies".

"Speaking of which, now that I have an additional priesthood, should my title be changed from [God of Lies] to [God of Protector of Lies and Pygmales]?"

Chapter 1170 Chapter 1151 Unfinished Transaction/Origin of Disaster

Thinking of the title "God of Lies and Pygmalion's Protector", Jenkins shuddered suddenly. He was troubled by this ugly title, but finally decided that the simple title "God of Lies" was not only formal but also nice to hear.

In short, the waves caused by Divo's death are not over yet. No one can say clearly whether his death will have an impact on the battle in the outer sea.

But at least it will definitely have an impact on Nolan. Although he did not leave any last words such as "Do you want my treasure...", he did leave a fatal letter.

"That is the correspondence between Divo and the [Gear Craftsmen Guild]. Judging from the content of the letter, Divo has mastered the special usage of a powerful item in the hands of the Craftsmen Guild, and the Craftsmen Guild wants to purchase Divo's knowledge."

The secret keeper Granny Tinawa explained to Jenkins that she did not know anything more. After all, she was only temporarily transferred back to the city due to the recent shortage of manpower to escort the batch of strange things back to the church.

Jenkins was curious about this matter, so he waited in Miss Bevanna's office until eleven o'clock at night, and finally waited until the woman came back.

The terrifying night rain showed no sign of letting up, and Miss Bevanna looked extremely tired when she returned to the church. The incident with the angel put a lot of pressure on her, and in order to prevent this from happening again, she had to appear in the encirclement and suppression of [Whip of the Dead] which did not require her to personally participate.

"Good evening, Jenkins."

The woman took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, then sat down on the sofa.

"Good evening, Miss Bevanna, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Jenkins sat next to Miss Bevanna, put a finger on his wrist, and an extremely weak green fluorescence lit up where their skins touched.

As he used his abilities, the woman moaned in relief.

Soon the nuns and ladies brought the dining cart over, but Miss Bevanna hadn't had her dinner yet. But after a proper rest and drinking the syrup brewed with colorful sugar granules, Miss Bevanna looked much better.

Jenkins didn't have the habit of eating late at night, but Chocolat didn't mind an extra late-night snack. Miss Bevanna looked at Jenkins' cat picking at the greasy steak in the man's hand and smiled tenderly.

"You seem to have an aura about you that makes people feel stable."

Miss Bevanna teased.

"That's just an illusion. Every time dad hears that I'm wandering around outside, he thinks that I have a unique power to cause trouble."

Jenkins responded.

Today's operation went smoothly. At least the information received was correct. The scribe team did capture some cultists. Miss Bevanna followed the team all day long and had no chance to take action, but the actions of the demigods were necessary.

"In addition to our surprise, other churches have also taken similar actions. Now the five churches are almost in full force. After all, we don't know whether those madmen are still capable of doing the crazy thing of summoning angels again."

Although Miss Bevanna was not in the church, she knew very much about Devot. As soon as she opened her mouth, she pointed out that the activated gear steam giant that appeared on the beach last week had a lot to do with Divo, and the appearance of followers of the God of Lies there seemed to be just an accident.

The church even speculated that Divo had stolen something belonging to the Craftsmen Guild in order to create such a huge monster.

"Divo and the craftsman will agree to meet on the first day of next month - that is, next Monday. We don't know what kind of information Divo has, and there are no clues in his relics. But they have no chance to reach a deal. , let those knowledge be buried forever."

This is not like a sentence that a follower of a sage would say. Even if knowledge is dangerous, it should not disappear at will, but should be properly kept. But seeing that Miss Bevanna was really tired, Jenkins did not express his opinion. He secretly speculated in his heart whether the deal between Divo and the Craftsmen Guild was the reason why "Future" reminded him.

After all, the first day of next month is very critical, so Jenkins had to think of the reminder from the future.

"Could it be that once the Gear Craftsman and Divo meet, it will cause an irreparable disaster?"

DeVoe is dead, and unless Jenkins can go to the future again to get a revelation, he won't be able to find answers, at least recently.

"But at least I have understood that the disappearance of the Gear Craftsmen Guild is by no means normal. What they are looking for in the underground is even more terrifying than the arrival of angels. This matter is not over yet. Divo's death is just the beginning. I think what will happen next The Craftsmen’s Guild is finally coming out of the ground!”

(Chocolate Run...)

In Jenkins' memory, no other week has passed as quickly as this one. It was already Thursday in the blink of an eye, and he still felt like everything about Monday was right in front of him.

After breakfast, I went to visit Fini as usual. The girl lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Although the mood seemed normal, Jenkins could feel the sadness coming from within.

"gentlemen."

She greeted Jenkins obediently, and the two stood in the corridor at the edge of the courtyard to watch the rain. Jenkins was worried that Feeney would catch a cold, but the girl refused Jenkins' offer to go back.