485

The moonlight fell, and the dark mausoleum seemed to be bleeding slowly.

Edward sat on the piano bench, unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of hot water, and talked to himself in the air.

"No, I like this feeling very much. It is pleasant and beautiful to quietly listen to the footsteps of an era slowly dying."

"I am not a destination, I am just a process."

On the piano in front of Him, several black and white keys were automatically depressed, and the sound was extremely long, harsh, and disharmonious, making people irritated for no reason.

"It's not yet time." Edward said, "I can feel strong hatred, and it is accompanied by a very clear malicious purpose."

The devil took another sip of hot water and tapped the white keys with his fingers.

"Russell's hatred told me that he wanted to pull out every bone in my body and smash it into pieces. He wanted me to be burned alive or still alive after suffering all kinds of pain. He also used the ancient magic of his homeland on me.

Punishment, car splitting, or Ling Chi - that is a punishment of cutting off three thousand pieces of flesh with one knife, or letting me experience the pain of a child being killed, haha, it feels like the child is in more pain than me."

"Sad news, all his love for the world has turned into hatred for me. He is crazy, but he has not lost control yet."

"But, well, I don't hate it."

"I would be disappointed if there was no malice. There is always no point in provoking good-tempered people. After all, the darkness in people's hearts is the soil where the devil thrives."

He flipped his palm and took out a long chestnut wavy hair from his sleeve. He wrapped the long hair around his fingers, then closed his eyes and searched for the "elements" related to Bernadette in his spirituality.

Dawn's stronghold and treasure house.

Blue flames ignited in his hair, and in his spiritual vision he saw the rough sea and a palace hidden in the mist.

"Emerald City?"

"Sea of ​​Mist...hmm."

The island where the Emerald City is located, Rasha, is a small island that does not exist on the map. The residents living on it are all descendants of the people who fled the war-torn Intis with Bernadette.

The island is completely hidden by the magic of the "Secretist". Finding a safe passage requires the fairy tale magic "Argonauts", and opening the door to Rasha is the famous spell in "Arabian Nights": "Open Sesame".

"What a fantasy... Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves." Edward read all the paths and opening methods, then burned the hair, and a few dust fell on the ground, "The knowledgeable person is so good, Luo

Serge has a rich reserve of fairy tales and myths. Unfortunately, Edward in the old days was not a person who was interested in these, but the more widely known fairy tale magic is enough."

The soldiers are very fast, and they can move faster than the ship. There is no need to recall the "Suicide". Let them continue to float on the sea. Let's see what Klein plans to do next.

A white key suddenly collapsed, emitting a strange high-pitched sound.

"What?"

Edward immediately turned his head to look at the strange forest, only to hear a blood-curdling roar suddenly cut through the night of the island. The thin black covering the place spread, covering the entire open space and pulling it in.

In the hands of the "Emperor".

Boom!

From the direction of the mausoleum came a loud sound that could almost burst one's eardrums, as if the two tall and heavy stone doors suddenly opened.

The huge dark green and nearly black trees in the distance waved their branches, pulled out their roots one after another, and then, like humans, approached where Edward was.

The entire primeval forest is "alive"!

The huge red dragon with flames flowing from its skin quickly flew into the sky, and the eight-legged demon wolf began to run wildly among the trees... All the extraordinary and mutated creatures on the island became restless and came towards the mausoleum.

Seeing the densely packed trees that almost covered the sky coming like a tide, and the extraordinary creatures rushing madly from the depths of darkness, Edward moved his fingers, and then fell into silence.

Suddenly, his face became blurry and unfamiliar, as if the lining of a piece of clothing was suddenly turned outside. His outline did not change, but his whole temperament suddenly changed. An ancient and cold breath emanated from his body.

It's like facing silence itself.

The Declined King watched everything in front of him calmly, and then blew a gentle breath.

It's as easy as blowing out a weak candle.

call--

The strong wind swept in all directions.

Everything in front of Him was like a lamp, and its form was annihilated in the wind in an instant. In just one breath, the incoming trees turned into dead wood, falling down one after another, and those running

, the roaring extraordinary creatures fell to the ground one after another, the giant dragon in the sky began to rot from its head, and when its wings turned into a skeleton, it fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The skeletons knelt at the feet of death. The scattered skeletons were still covered with nerves, twitching and struggling instinctively under the control of the brain that was not completely dead.

Then, he looked at the two open doors in the depths of darkness, and his eyes met the shadowy figures.

His hand was pressed on the piano, and everything else was quickly distorting. The ground, trees, black stones, the surrounding space and the ground seemed like pieces of flat paper that had been roughly crumpled into balls by someone.

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The Declined King was silent. He did not like to talk very much.

Strictly speaking, at times like this, he prefers to be alone with his gods, rather than holding a microphone to interview other gods about their dying feelings. But meeting old friends will most likely be the last time. As a person with his own principles, he also

A God with a sense of ritual, He still decided to say something.

He said: "Death will bring you back together."

Under the current situation, no words can bring the completely crazy god back to reason.

The "Black Emperor" is the most special god. As long as the polluted life dies, the pollution will be cut off. However, he is always in the cycle of life and death. The pollution cannot disappear, the pain never stops, and the loneliness never ends.

The moment He became the emperor, the authority made Him immortal and the emperor eternal. Only the new emperor could kill Him.

His sight passed through the heavy door of the mausoleum, broke through the blockade out of anger, and reached the outside world.

The glorious will of heaven has fallen, the bones are silent, and all mortals have to kneel down.

The declining king quietly watched the emperor's surging anger. The black world separated two meters in front of him and merged behind him, like waves separated by rocks.

"Bury me on a high mountain——"

"Looking at my hometown."

The piano keys in front of the Outer God automatically dented, as if a pair of invisible hands were playing.

The heavy and sad songs were sung by the aliens in the most accurate Chinese. The invisible melody was woven into a large net, and the sound spread to the surroundings along with the spirituality, covering the mausoleum in the center of darkness softly and undeniably.

"My hometown is invisible——"

"Never forget!"

The furious and crazy shadow was like being struck by lightning, and the bloody "eyes" all over his body twisted and fluctuated one by one. Unspeakable sorrow and pain gradually rose up in his body. This strong feeling called "nostalgia" gradually became stronger, and with that

Angry fights against each other.

It was as if the weight of an entire dead world was pressing down, the shadows gradually became silent, and the darkness began to shrink back into the depths of the mausoleum.

Finally, the door closed with a bang, and the moonlight covered it like a red gauze curtain.

When the dust settled, the "lining" turned back again, revealing the outer layer of the clothes.

"It's really scary." Edward pretended to be frightened. He stuffed the piano and stool back into the storage cabinet, looked around, and then casually waved his hand toward the sky.

His figure gradually faded and left the island from the spiritual world.

This unobtrusive and polluted place returned to calm, with only the moonlight shining on everything living and dead.

486

"Gehrman, do you think that if I capture the 'Immortal King' and crossbreed it with my apples, will it be able to solve the shortcomings of my apples' short lifespan?"

Frank Lee stroked the red apple in his hand and said sadly.

May death always favor your apple. Klein said calmly: "You have to be able to do it."

"He will definitely not agree and will plant me in the soil." Frank sighed, "My transformation technology is not perfect. A chicken can live for at least one year, but after turning into an apple, it has only two vitality

About a month ago, it was almost only one-tenth of the original value."

"Ninety percent of it is lost in the process. How can we overcome this technical defect?"

I think it’s good as it is now... I really believed your lies and thought you were making hybrid agricultural products at the beginning... Klein replied seriously: "I hope you can improve the technology as soon as possible."

Frank was encouraged and said: "...You are indeed a truly wise and far-sighted good man. I am really lucky. After leaving the church, I finally met a few people with whom I can be close to each other."

He kept his expression unchanged and did not explain anything. He looked away from the enthusiastic Frank, but happened to meet Anderson who was setting a trap and planned to catch a few roasted chickens and apples to eat.

Anderson smiled without embarrassment. It seemed that the deliciousness of the roasted chicken and apples was enough to offset that part of the scary living quality.

Klein clenched his fists to resist the urge to distort his expression.

Just then, Frank Lee began enthusiastically promoting his other products:

"Mr. Sparrow, would you like a baked potato tonight?"

"It tastes like beef, it tastes like beef, but it's really potatoes."

Will you get sick if you eat this... Beef stew with potatoes... Stew potatoes with potatoes... Klein replied coldly:

"I don't eat midnight snacks."

"How about my grilled fish for dinner? The red wine pan-seared keelfish is so good that I even sell them to land."

Does anyone eat this stuff on land? Klein maintained the coolness of a crazy adventurer: "White bread and barbecue are enough."
To be continued...