When Does This World Have a Blood Bar Displayed?

  Chapter 559 There is nothing to be afraid of

  What Klein didn't know was that after he turned around and walked out of the store, until the figure disappeared at the end of the street—

  Mr. Shire’s eyes were all through the glass window, quietly locked on him, and even the back seemed to penetrate the obstacles of the building, until he was completely gone.

   "Finally, I found it..."

   Talking to himself softly, Mr. Shire's eyes shone with a strange light.

From the moment he received the oracle, he put aside the part of the affairs he was responsible for, and rushed to Tingen, a little-known little place, and stayed there for several years. Mission accomplished. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the person he was waiting for was not an outsider, but a native of Tingen, Klein Moretti.

  Yes, Charles knows Klein.

  Although it is a unilateral understanding.

After all, I have stayed in Tingen for a few years. It is such a small place. The population and density are not too high. How many local residents are there, what are their identities, and what kind of interpersonal relationships do they have? For an angel on the ground, it is obviously not a secret, as long as he is willing to understand, he will soon be able to understand it.

  Charles is of course willing to learn about it, or it should be said that he has received the oracle and is on a mission, so he definitely has reasons to learn about this information.

  —Thus, Klein didn't know about Shire.

  —Charles knew about Klein, and not only that, he also knew about Klein's brother, sister, and even his neighbors.

   I have to say, in a sense, this is actually a very scary thing.

Fortunately, the current traveler, Comrade Xiao Zhou, has only come here for two days and still can't figure out anything. It is at a time when he is at a loss, and he has only a half-knowledge about the world on the mysterious side, and his knowledge is really limited... For example, It is the understanding of Extraordinary, for the time being, it only stays at the level of knowing Sequence 7, and it is still a very general kind of cognition.

   It’s limited to what I’ve heard about Captain Dunn and the others from the front desk clerk girl…

   Anyway, the big difference is not bad, it's about the same level.

  So Klein never expected that not only did he meet a real mysterious big boss...even this big boss came here to squat himself, and he has been squatting in Tingen for several years.

   "He does have something special... that's why I'm mainly looking for him?"

  Charles thought about it. He naturally noticed something strange about Klein, but he couldn't tell what it was. Speaking of which, this young man seemed to be a little different from before. This kind of subtle difference that suddenly appeared in a person even made him subconsciously think of "thieves", those troublesome thieves.

  From the parasitic theft at the physical level, to the theft where even fate and identity are stolen, it is the most disgusting and hard to guard against.

  However, Klein's situation is obviously not the same. Ordinary thieves can't hide from Charles' observation at all. As for high-level thieves, there are not many, unless Amon comes over in person...

Shaking his head, Charles didn't worry about it anymore. Klein is indeed special, not only those parts that he can't perceive, but also the possibility of having mastered the unknown words in Roselle's diary, which is enough to be called special. But because of that, he shouldn't go into it... as in the past he insisted on the concept of-

  The saint is the eye of the gods, but only the eyes of the gods...

  Eye should never have a mind of its own...

   Turning back to look at the counter, his gaze was fixed on those yellowed pages of manuscripts, Charles silently put them away, and put them properly in the drawer.

The drawer that was opened was full of such yellowed manuscripts. It was Roselle's diary. If Klein could see this scene, his eyes would probably glow green... Maybe it's not absolutely complete, but Over the years, Charles has indeed slowly collected all the diary pages that can be collected and that may appear on the market.

   Just like everyone else, he couldn't decipher the secret after all.

  Closing the drawer closed, Charles turned around and walked towards the depths of the store. There was a dark door at the end. After opening the door, a downward staircase appeared below. Under the light of the gas lamp, the outline of the basement appeared. It looked like a normal warehouse, with shelves and cargo boxes piled up around it, a little clean Neat, some slightly dusty.

   And just as the young man walked to the center of the basement, he chanted a sentence in a low voice, stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, revealing a rune stone hanging on his wrist.

   As a result, in the emptiest part of the underground warehouse, the air suddenly rippled like ripples.

It was as if behind the heavy curtains of reality, in that layer upon layer of illusory space, there seemed to be a certain point where reality intersected, and an altar appeared there, with candles burning quietly, as if releasing Spiritual light.

   "My Lord..."

   "You are the ruler of time and space, all variables, the only one..."

  Charle skillfully arranged the spiritual materials, and prayed devoutly in a low voice.

  The violent wind whirls up, but is firmly imprisoned in the limited area by the spiritual wall, and the natural power is pried and shaken. The moment the words of prayer came out, it seemed as if they had turned from reality to illusory state. The invisible sound waves were no longer bound by physical laws and transmission media, and spread to the distant end of time and space at an extremely fast speed in an instant.

  Across the boundless mountains and seas, through the vast sky and starry sky—

   Finally arrived at the unknown destination.

  ...

  ...

   Above the boundless sea.

  There is an ominous primitive island.

The huge mausoleum on the island, with mountains as its mausoleum, is extremely magnificent, like a pyramid. At this moment, it seems that something went wrong or something happened. Its appearance began to distort, its outline began to fade, and its lines became Looming, the whole looks like a light bulb with unstable voltage, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, flickering.

   At the most bleak and illusory moment, the entire huge pyramid mausoleum even left only a faint translucent shadow in place, as if it would disappear into the air at any time.

  In the internal field, an extremely fierce confrontation is taking place.

  Sound, light, magnetic field, electric wave, space, density...

Indescribable shadows are wandering around, distorting the rules of the world, the state of matter, distorting the corresponding order, and distorting the connection between regions and reality, so that the underlying rules of the world appear distorted and chaotic...with various abstract, The means of conceptualization ravaged the material and time and space in the mausoleum over and over again, and the chaos and order of information counteracted the powerful force acting on the entire mausoleum.

  As for the power of confrontation, it seems to be an invisible force field of terror, which almost covers the entire mausoleum of the "Dark Emperor".

  It doesn’t have too many special features, it just can erase everything, just like a pencil drawing with an eraser on the paper—

  Every time you wipe gently, some lines and outlines will disappear.

   If this continues, the entire picture will eventually be completely erased, as if it never existed.

And the ubiquitous indescribable shadow is trying to resist this process, distorting and interrupting it time and time again, and the wrestling between the two makes the whole huge mausoleum constantly changing, going back and forth between reality and illusion Transformation, presence itself looms.

   "...get out!"

  The angry and suppressed growl was the wrathful judgment of the gods.

On the iron-black throne, the source of the shadow is sitting right above it, exuding a majestic aura, sweeping everything in the mausoleum like a prison, as if the supreme emperor is patrolling his territory, absolutely not allowed Within the realm of the world, there are still authority who dare to disobey him... and the ubiquitous shadows that walk around like shadows spread out from the existence on the Iron Throne.

  It is like countless tentacles with teeth and claws, relying on authority to easily distort the order of all things.

   The standoff continues, as it has many times before.

  The **** on the Iron Throne stared angrily at the top of the mausoleum. In this absolute domain that should only belong to him, there appeared a "hole" that should not exist there, contrary to common sense.

It seems like a small hole torn open in the void, but the external existence is watching the world inside through such a small observation window, but it is only blocked by a Sequence 0 god. There is no real invasion into reality... It is just that the huge mausoleum of the "Dark Emperor" appeared, and the pressure brought by it is still not to be underestimated.

  The **** on the throne felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He just stared at the void hole, his angry and majestic eyes did not shrink back, and he looked at the giant pupil that could be peeked at the end of the slit.

   Unimaginably large...

  The outer eye behind the "hole" seems to be many times larger than the planet just because of its scale...

   As for its real body, it is even more impossible to imagine. If it is not blocked by a barrier, and its power is also hindered elsewhere, then its momentum of invasion may not be stopped at all now.

   "Get lost!"

The gods on the Iron Throne issued an expulsion order indifferently again, after all, based on their own home court advantage, they used the authority of the Black Emperor to distort the measurement of distance, causing confusion, and then forcibly related their attacks to their targets to establish a connection , and then with the blow that had been charged up to now, it shattered the window that should not have existed, ending this short defensive counterattack.

  Everything fell silent.

  The mausoleum also seemed to have returned to its former silence.

   Just, in the next moment—

   "Rosell, you rejected my offer again, why can't you think about it..."

   A calm voice sounded.

   "..."

   "..."

   "...how are you still here?"

  The expression of the **** on the Iron Throne changed slightly. He followed the source of the sound, and found that it was difficult to tell whether it existed or not. It seemed like an illusory spirit appeared and floated in front of him.

"I've been here all the time... Didn't you realize it a long time ago? With the industrial revolution you set off, the arrival of a new era, and the spread of technology like a prairie fire, you can no longer stop me." Gu Mo said leisurely Floating to the Iron Throne, circled around the Black Emperor a few times, "But why don't you believe that I'm actually a time traveler, and have to make trouble like this?"

"Oh! Just because you say you are? Even if I'm not the only one who travels through, who knows if you have obtained their memories..." Roselle sneered, "You may be acting very human, But that is of no use to me! When Mr. Men kept bewitching me, I have seen more humane behavior than you. How difficult it is for existences like you to pretend to be like this ?”

  emmmm, makes sense.

   "You are really stubborn...Okay, stop, don't waste your efforts, you can't hurt me."

   Gu Mo sighed, knowing the troubles of this guy, Huang, and sure enough, he felt that the initial number was useless at the beginning, but unfortunately there was no chance to change it.

   Roselle narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to stare at this illusory spirit body with vigilant and angry eyes.

  He did not abide by the rules. When the villain was talking and explaining, he chose to listen obediently, but decisively seized the opportunity to attack... However, it was empty, and there was only such a feeling.

   It's not a punch on the cotton, but all the attacks are like falling into the void.

   No feedback at all.

   It's just—

"Heh, it's not that I can't hurt you, but that you are simply an illusory ghost, and it's impossible for you to descend..." After thinking about it, Roselle smiled instead of anger, and said slightly mockingly: "If you really can't stop it, why did you want to invade reality just now? Doesn't that prove that you haven't successfully entered yet?"

   There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he said firmly: "It seems that the original moon really held you back!"

   "..."

   "..."

  The illusory spirit body frowned and looked at Roselle without speaking.

   "Ha, as expected..."

  Rosell was immediately elated, and he burst out laughing, the entire huge pyramid mausoleum visibly vibrated because of the majestic laughter of the Black Emperor.

"How about it? It doesn't feel good to be disrupted by the original moon. At the last moment, you fail... You think I'm really so simple. I'm used by you without knowing it. The last time of my life is really just to die. What should I do? nothing?"

Comrade Huang seems to have pulled the plug. He sat back on the throne and laughed happily: "When a demon enters the house and the owner is completely unable to fight the demon, what should we do? The best way is naturally to lure another demon in and let them fight on their own, so that they can survive from the dead, and no matter how bad it is, they can delay for a while..."

   "..."

   "..."

   "Why don't you talk anymore, are you very angry?"

   Facing the ghost who was suddenly silent, Roselle was even happier. The resurrected **** let out an arrogant and carefree laugh, without hiding the tone in his tone.

until-

   "You guy, it seems that I really have to teach you a lesson..." Gu Mo said calmly.

"Come if you have any skills, anyway, I've been carrying it for so long, and I haven't seen you can really do anything... There's nothing to be afraid of!" Roselle couldn't help but sneered, he now It is the state where a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and has no fear at all. Then at the next moment, he saw the ghost on the opposite side stretch out his hand, and the light and shadow changed, showing different scenes.

  It was a picture of a young man praying devoutly in front of the altar.

  Charles? ! is he still alive

etc? ! Is this to threaten yourself with your own son?

   Roselle was stunned for a moment, and the synchronous voice immediately attracted his attention. It sounded like Charles had completed some mission and was reporting to the gods he believed in...Damn it! Damn it! When did Charles fall into this quagmire? Didn't the Church of Steam continue to protect him after his death? Otherwise, why would Ciel become a cultist? !

  Rosell was shocked and angry.

  The brief communication in the light and shadow has ended.

   Facing the praise and rewards given by the existence of his faith, the pious Christian Charles hesitated, and proposed the reward he wanted:

   "I hope... to learn the kind of writing in my father's diary."

   "..."

   "..."

   A short silence.

  The air seemed to freeze.

  Rosell's eyes widened, and he was dumbfounded: "No, you can't do this...you, you fucking..."

  (end of this chapter)