Edward smiled nonchalantly: "Of course."

"However, the current strength of the Red Evil Spirit may not be higher than that of Sequence 3. Moreover, Aurora gave me news just now that the True Creator visited my residence. You can still see Him if you go back now."

One is the Medici spiritual imprint that he doesn’t want to see, a legacy of the ontology’s history in the Fourth Age, and the other is the “Crazy Hanged Man”, a part of the ontology’s father, which doesn’t seem to have much to do with him. Amon

He was suddenly in a dilemma. After weighing the situation, he backed down and pretended that he hadn't said anything just now: "Maybe it would be easier to face Medici, as long as I ignore him."

No. 8 Williams Street, the residence of Mr. Miller Carter, after two months of renovation, has become quite different from its original appearance. However, the appearance has only undergone simple renovations and has been retained for a hundred years.

The retro style since then is an affirmation of the taste of the Pound family.

The carriage stopped at the door, the visitors entered the garden without anyone else, and opened the door of the mansion.

The last time I came here, it was empty, with building materials and furniture that had to be discarded or newly purchased waiting to be placed everywhere piled up.

Now the gas pipes have been re-routed inside, electric lights and gas have been connected, exquisite and luxurious wallpaper has been put up, some hard furniture such as tables, chairs and cabinets have been put in, and a new fireplace has been built.

But there are no traces of human life inside, and the tables and cabinets are empty. It seems that Mr. Miller Carter has not moved in yet, and there are no servants or housekeepers arranged, and the workers will not stay here. This is the best.

Because this way no one will notice the changes underground.

Following a familiar route, Edward arrived underground. Amon hesitated for a while, but decided to stay in the house.

Passing through the ruins of the collapsed palace and passing through the historical relics of the Fourth Age, Edward came to the door again. It wasn't too long since he came here last time, and he still remembered how the evil spirit behind him was arrogant and provocative.

After all, he has been imprisoned underground for more than a thousand years, so it is understandable for him to develop some mental illness.

Edward stood in front of the door with a feeling of relief, understanding, respect, and care, and knocked on the door.

"Oh, this is not the law..."

Edward took two steps back, took a chair and sat down.

"Suddenly I don't really want to let you out anymore." He said expressionlessly, "If you think about it carefully, your Lord and I don't have any agreement about time. I can definitely wait another thousand years before letting you out.

Get out. Anyway, you seem to be in good spirits and in good spirits, so you don’t need help."

The red evil spirit laughed twice. No matter how the other two conquerors cursed in their minds, Medici, as the leader, remained unmoved. Obviously, he was the kind of person who would never lower his stature even if he asked for help.

.But things are a little different now. Regardless of whether this demon is pleasing to the eye or not, at least he seems to be really capable and capable of fishing him out. And the "agreement with your Lord..." he said made Mei

Dicky came up with an extremely bold guess. If he could quickly return to the Lord's side, it would not be impossible to argue with the devil in a different tone.

After pondering for two seconds, he decided not to speak for the time being and just wait and see.

Medici didn't speak, and the rest of the matter unfolded. Edward breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked to the door slowly.

Since the descendants of Tudor can die inside, the seal here is by no means completely sealed, but there is a big difference between taking the things out and going in to die, and it will take a lot of effort.

The prototype of the kingdom of God in the abyss unfolded with Him as the center. The collapsed candlesticks and the torches without fuel on the wall suddenly lit up with faint blue flames. The smell of filth, curse, and sin blew through here like a heavy wind and was sealed.

The stone door was quickly eroded and polluted by silt-like malice, and the spirituality of the curse was outlined along the shimmering traces on the door. Not long after, the shaky seal on it that had been crumbling for thousands of years dimmed little by little, and finally made a sound like broken glass.

Sound softly.

The black liquid continued to spread from bottom to top, swallowing up the entire stone door, causing it to completely rot and be eroded until nothing was left.

The red-haired evil spirit behind the door slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp and handsome face and a flamboyant smile. He crossed his legs and sat boldly and uninhibitedly on a black iron high-backed chair with blood stains carved on it.

, three black iron high-backed chairs back to back, each with a dry, shrunken, color-faded corpse tied in layers of chains.

There wasn't much blood in it, and there wasn't much of the pungent smell of decaying corpses. There was only a cold, ashes-like smell.

The devil and the evil spirit looked at each other, and Edward took off the pendant hanging from his ear. The black crystal automatically twisted and deformed, turning into a dark gray stone inverted cross with scattered gold threads inside.

He straightened the cross and let it float in the palm of his hand. With the infusion of spirituality, the messy golden thread-like marrow inside the cross became brighter and brighter. Finally, the golden light emitted from the inside out, bringing a sense of wonder to the people who had been sealed for thousands of years.

The light of the sun. Unfortunately, neither of the two creatures here has the characteristics of light and justice. In the warm and bright sunshine, the devil felt slight stings coming from the skin shrouded in light, and the evil spirit was not in good condition.

The spirit was directly purified until it began to emit black energy.

But in the face of this long-lost light, the red evil spirit still restrained his instinctive urge to escape and return to the shadows. He raised his head and looked at the radiating cross, showing an obsessed look.

"The true Creator is here to bear witness."

"I am about to complete the agreement with you and liberate the "Red Angel". My allies, please direct your sights here."

After Edward finished speaking seriously, a vague wave came, and above the cross, a pair of scarlet eyes quietly opened.

An equally deep and thick voice responded:

"God said, it works."

Hearing this voice and seeing these eyes, the last trace of uneasiness and doubt in Medici's heart finally dissipated.

All the severe pain in his body turned into the urge to cry. He trembled ecstatically under this gaze, restrained all his arrogant expressions, and bowed his head piously and solemnly, just like every time in the past thousands of years.

TBC

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That friend who said on the book review site that I have private goods, one of your comments was swallowed up. When I refreshed and saw that you had posted so many posts, I almost didn’t recognize the word private goods.

If you see this chapter, why not just say it here...

Since I can't reply to you, I don't know what you mean by "too many private goods". Judging from the recent plot, it should be about the Aurora Society and Zhenzo. It just so happens that I also have something to say.

I believe that some readers find that the Aurora seems to be in a vague victim position in this article. Please believe me that this is not a whitewash, because I have no mercy. While everyone thinks that the Aurora seems miserable, think about the scenes in the original Great Smog.

matter.

Perhaps, the appearance of Mr.

Now from the perspective of the Aurora Society, everyone is a true fanatical believer, and of course they look happy.

I kill without mercy, neither Botis nor X can survive.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Even God cannot escape punishment. This article has been emphasizing this. The Aurora Society is transforming and Zhenzo is working hard, but you have to die if you deserve to die.

After all, the Aurora Society-Zhenzao believers should have done all kinds of evil when they were an evil god organization in the fifth era. How could evil people change their ways at the drop of a hat? Good and bad merits and demerits do not offset each other. The current Aurora Society may believe in Yuantai, and they

You regard yourself as righteous in your own heart, but the church doesn’t think so. Is it okay for the church to encircle and suppress cult organizations?

Unless it is to encircle and suppress the pilgrim sect.

So the Aurora Festival will be even worse in the future.

In short, what I want to express is "you deserve the beatings you are getting now, who made you do so many wrong things before". If the private goods you are talking about are not this but other aspects, and it is not a matter of principle, then it might as well

Put yourself in someone else's shoes and see if you can change the name to "The Years I Was a Foreign Aid to the Tarot Club" or "The Years I Was a Foreign Aid to the Church" and you won't feel strange anymore.

I am not blaming, reading books is a two-way choice. But if this is the case, maybe you are still not suitable for this article, please stop your losses in time.
Chapter completed!