Chapter 232 The Number of Outer Gods Has Increased

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Edward looked at the strange lamp a few meters in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. Then he put a fist on his lips and coughed twice, suppressing the complicated emotions and many narrow thoughts in his heart.

Number "0-05", "Wishing Magic Lamp", a level 0 sealed object that has never been obtained by the Zhengshen Church, one of the most important sealed objects in "Elemental Dawn"!

Its level of danger is far higher than that of the "Sage's Forelock". It has the ability to truly distort reality and summon gods. At the same time, it has the image of "a magical oil lamp that can grant three wishes" as a consensus, and it appears widely in many stories and legends. . It can be regarded as an important prototype of many strange objects and evil gods in later generations that "fulfill wishes and also capture people's souls".

For most people, this is terrifying, but of course, if you have great power...

He stepped forward slowly, and the spiritual creature opened the seal of the "Wishing Magic Lamp" for him, took it off the stone platform, and held it in both hands.

Out of respect for the rules of the "Wishing Magic Lamp" and disrespect for the djinn himself, Edward rubbed the shell covered with mysterious patterns with his fingers, then looked at the wick that was quietly burning, and spoke solemnly in giant language. said:

"The Eternal Djinn..."

Before he finished speaking, the "Wishing Magic Lamp" suddenly emitted a golden light. The light rose upward like a thick water curtain, forming a blurry and twisted pale golden figure.

A slit was made in the figure's head so that it had a mouth.

"You?" The figure was startled at first, and then his tone became subtle.

"I said who actually broke in, but I didn't expect it to be my dear old compatriot. I'm glad you still remember me, who is not worth mentioning. Did you come here today because you had some kind of deal with that little girl, or did you come here specially? Are you here to laugh at me?"

"..."

"I feel like you're smiling."

"I just think of happy things."

Edward coughed twice more and said with an impeccable sneer:

"I'm still short of a kettle in my garden, and I think this is a perfect place for you."

The pale golden figure shook, and the opening on its head turned into a crescent moon, turning into a distorted and exaggerated laugh:

"'Order' really can't fight against 'Decline', but 'Miracle' and 'Chaos' can, oh, maybe you don't like the word 'Order'?"

The Declined King crossed his arms and looked at the Djinn with the eyes of a rare animal. His tone was calm: "My long life always allows me to witness some surprises. There is a god who tries to make me angry by provoking the part of me that is not good enough." .”

"You actually have the nerve to talk about your authority. Have you forgotten that your name is now the Wishing Magic Lamp?"

The Djinn naturally skipped this topic:

"A long life will indeed cause strange wear and tear on the gods. Those little bugs you observe are all dust that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the great me. They are not smart enough or strong enough, and they are not as good as any of my dependents. The losses of using it as subjects and slaves are greater than the profits. If you can really bring some changes to the world of those little bugs, those boring and stupid false gods will be the ones who can't sit still."

"Especially their behavior of repeatedly revising the code is so wanton that it makes me feel sick!"

The Son of Chaos said angrily:

"The code serves the emperor, and the order is ordered by the gods! As immortal as a rock, as eternal as the universe, how dare they use the thoughts of those mortals and the weak suggestions of those weak and pitiful to distort the will of the great gods?!"

The Declined King looked at his hands disapprovingly, and slowly smoothed out a small, frizzy edge on his nails:

"Why I am interested in humans has been discussed two hundred years ago."

"At least the consensus between you and me is that all good feelings and expectations are just beautified expressions, just like for mortal life, any ordinary things will be more loved after death than when they are alive. That The only advantage of the era is that there are no mysteries.”

There is no Lord of Mysteries, which is important.

"So, what is your purpose?"

He raised his eyes and looked at the genie: "Please come to my garden as a guest. You have no choice."

The exaggerated crescent moon of the djinn gradually returned to a straight line.

"Do you think you can destroy me now that you are incomplete? Although I don't want to admit it, this lamp is really strong."

"Don't worry about the turtle shell. I'm really worried that your brain will disappear along with the extraordinary characteristics. After all, your old path does have a wisdom bonus. In addition, I'm curious, what will happen if I kill you? Where will part of your consciousness awaken? Any planet in the universe that believes in you, or on the 'Uncertain Mist'?" The King of Decay covered his hand on the magic lamp and said in a joking tone, "Of course, losing the 'Chaos' 'With the authority of 'Order', it may be impossible for you to wake up again, and this part of you will die completely."

The Djinn laughed loudly and said: "Interesting, this makes us look like our kind, our kind and damn brothers. The dolls from two hundred years ago are really boring. I almost thought you were addicted to playing the role of 'Angel of the Abyss' Identity."

The Djinn scolded fiercely in his heart: "You rude and arrogant bastard! I just had a small part of my authority cut off as small as the size of a fingernail, and I lost my personal freedom. If it were a lifeless piece of wood like you, If you enter the earth, or are other lunatics, under the same conditions, you will only face worse consequences than me now!"

"I can hear it."

"I didn't say anything."

"I am the devil." The Declined King said, "I can hear your hostility clearly. Shut your mouth."

The djinn stopped talking. It clearly had no clear outlines of limbs and no face, but its body was twisted as strongly as its mood.

The Declined King took down the golden "wishing lamp" from the stone platform, held it in his hand and left the dark room. The demonized spiritual creatures put away all the sealed objects and followed him step by step.

They came to the heights of the Emerald City and looked down at everything on the island of Rasha.

The gray-white volcano continues to erupt, the lava has destroyed all vegetation, and 80% of the island has been buried in volcanic ash.

The walk was relatively casual before, but now, the spiritual light of mysterious magic shines in several corners of the island. Perhaps they thought that "The Emperor's New Clothes" or other superimposed mysterious magic had an effect, and they were moving quickly towards the harbor.

Each of them has negative emotions that are too strong to ignore, which are obvious to the devil like fireflies gathering in the dark night.

The Outer God looked at the survivors and suddenly changed his tone to a lighter tone:

"Just in time, let me try the power of fairy tale magic."

The Level 0 Sealed Artifact "Sage's Forelock" only corresponds to Sequence 2, and only has the ability to inform people and temporarily gain the status and authority of a "Sage". Therefore, Edward asked the spirit world creature for the sealed object corresponding to the "Secret Peeper" Sequence 4 and took it in his hand.

He used his spirituality without hesitation, locked onto the fleeing humans, and chose an interesting fairy tale for them:

"The mysterious reappearance..."

"Red Shoes."

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Forests, farmland, towns, mountains... even the gorgeous Emerald City were reduced to ruins under the attack. The topography of the island was completely changed. The terrifying high temperature and rich volcanic ash covered the earth faster than imagined. In the past, The paradise-like island has already suffered a devastating disaster. Rather than repairing it, it might be a better choice to escape and find another place. More importantly, they kept praying to the leader but received no response.

After asking for help to no avail, the survivors were eager to get rid of the stronghold that had been engulfed by the disaster. They trudged forward amidst the natural disaster and used mysterious magic to open an escape channel for critical moments. As long as they left through this route, they would be able to appear safely at the predetermined location. place.

In a mountain passage that should have collapsed, but was supported by green "pea vines", a woman wearing a simple black wizard robe suddenly shook her body, and the expressions of the small group of people following her suddenly became more nervous. .

The faint smell of blood permeated this small walkway. These more than ten people had major or minor injuries, or gurgling blood seeped out from the simple bandaged cloth, or there were burnt marks on their bodies. The skin appears abnormally black and red.

"Has it been discovered?"

The blond-haired male behind her spoke nervously. The female leader was the only demigod, sheltering them in a small classroom far away from the disaster site. After encountering such a terrifying unknown attack, it would be better to stick close behind the demigod and try to survive as much as possible.

The lady in the black wizard robe held her breath, suppressed her heart palpitations for a moment, and whispered:

"perhaps……"

The faces of the survivors turned a bit paler again, and the blond-haired man spoke nervously: "... It would be nice if we could pass on the clues."

Walking here in despair and fear, we are only a few dozen meters away from successfully escaping. If we die here, it is absolutely impossible if we are not unwilling. But if we have to believe that we and others can get out, then it will be so. Some self-deception.

The survivors of "Elemental Dawn" have made preparations. Rather than dying, it is more important to pass on clues and information, so that the companions who are not in this stronghold and escaped can judge based on the specific situation whether they escaped incognito. , or try to do something.

The lady nodded and said no words to strike them down.

"Volcanoes, environment, weather, is that a high-sequence 'Weather Warlock' or a 'Disaster Priest'?" In such a critical situation, the scholars took the time to analyze the situation. "Theoretically speaking, it is impossible to have someone who does not belong to the The 'Sailor' pathway of the Church of Storms is active in high-sequence outside, but we still don't know which pathway the 'Weather Warlock' corresponds to."

"Well, I seem to have seen it in the classics. 'Weather Warlock' is a name that symbolizes a path of disaster!"

"Do you all think it's 'weather' and 'disaster'? I noticed the color of the lava, the blue flame and sulfur smell, and the weird cannibalism. These elements have counterparts in demonic mysticism..."

Scholars whispered.

"To attack Rasha and destroy the Emerald City is to provoke the Queen..."

When the companions began to discuss, the blond-haired man approached the lady in the black wizard robe with a solemn expression: "If you are not afraid of the Queen, you must be at least a strong person of the same level as the Queen, or even an angel! More importantly, The Queen is currently out of contact..."

He didn't say any more, and the two looked at each other, seeing fear and worry in each other's eyes.

"...Escape first."

In order to calm people's hearts, they said nothing. The blond man followed closely behind the lady, a soft cry came from his gray cloak. Two children of similar age were hiding in the teacher's arms, one boy and one girl. I shed all my tears and my voice became hoarse from crying. They were children selected from Rasha by the "Element Dawn". They had outstanding spirituality and talent. They happened to be in the classroom when the incident occurred. They escaped the tragic disaster and witnessed the destruction of the city they had been living in.

A light curtain constructed by mysterious magic could be seen in front of them. The blond-haired man tightened his cloak, squatted down, and hugged the two children tightly, one on the left and the other on the right. The three faces were pressed tightly together.

After a full two seconds, the man let go of his hands, stood up, and delivered them into the hands of the leading female demigod.

"I hope they follow you." The man smiled bitterly, "I don't have enough power to protect them, but I can still be a human shield."

Facing a possible angel, no one is sure to protect the two children. The lady was silent for two seconds and nodded slightly. She reached out to touch the hair of the two children. Suddenly, her movements stopped.

On the feet of the girl wearing a simple skirt, a pair of bright, delicate, and incredibly beautiful red dance shoes appeared.

The next moment, she lifted up her clothes slightly in disbelief and found that red dancing shoes appeared on her and another woman's feet!

The blond-haired man didn't think this was strange, but as a demigod, the lady who was qualified to learn more myths from the "Queen of Mysteries" immediately recognized the origin of these dancing shoes!

This is a crazy curse that dances to death!

"It's fairy tale magic!"

The next moment she shouted these words, the face of the woman in the team and the little girl in front of her suddenly showed a wonderful and intoxicating smile. Their eyes rolled up, they stood on tiptoes, jumped high, and their legs followed the rules. An invisible melody danced cheerfully.

A fast-paced minuet music sounded in the ears of the female demigod, and her legs moved involuntarily. Her face instantly turned pale, and then took on a strange wood grain color. She instantly turned into a puppet with a long nose, and immediately removed her feet together with her red shoes, and threw them backwards into the depths of the passage.

But the other two were not so lucky. Their upper bodies were extremely slow and could not keep up with the rhythm of their legs. They were driven by the more and more intense dance steps, making them sway fiercely like epileptic patients. During the red dance He maintained his balance strangely under the control of his shoes.

Everyone looked frightened and did not need to be reminded. They immediately ran towards the light curtain in front of them. The blond man also picked up the frightened little boy and dragged the female demigod onto his back, as if running away. Run forward.

The dance steps of the two people, one large and one small, were so fast that they could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. The tall adult woman kept vomiting blood while spinning rapidly. She was thrown so that her bones were dislocated and her internal organs were broken. Finally, she died during the dance, with both hands The legs are still dancing with the dead body.

The little girl held on for a few more seconds. The child's body was very soft. Her toes touched the back of her head, her heels were close to her chest, and her calves even went around her neck. But soon, a high jump caused her head to smash into pieces on the stone wall above. The headless body twitched a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

Then, red dancing shoes appeared on the feet of the men in the team, and one by one they danced after a brief moment of fear.

The blond-haired man and the child in his arms also fell into a frenzied dance. The female demigod who lost her feet rolled to the ground. She looked at all this in horror. A pumpkin carriage appeared out of thin air, and the tin soldiers took her to the ground. He was carried into the carriage and drove the wooden horse out of the passage.

Behind her, all the survivors were forgetfully dancing crazily, then breaking their cervical vertebrae and vomiting blood and dying. At the same time, a strange dance step came from far to near, a pair of wooden figures wearing red dancing shoes. It stood on tiptoes and danced an elegant ballet as it approached. It jumped slightly, landed on the rear rut of the pumpkin carriage, and followed the pumpkin carriage towards the outside world.

…

"correct."

After confirming that the last person was dead, Edward clapped the wishing lamp on his hand: "Bernadai is dead, and Russell is about to die. The King of Loen wants to become the new Black Emperor. He is mentally healthy and healthy. It has not been polluted, and the ceremony to become a god will be this year."

The wick of the wishing lamp suddenly lit up.

"So, you can start thinking from now on, apart from clues to the source of matter, what else can you give me."

TBC

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Second update at half past six.