Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 539: Consciousness Like Snow (4k+)

On the Hidden Island, many islanders ran out of their houses. Men, women, old and young followed the thick smoke to the open space near the port on the north side.

In their sight, the huge steam battleship was burning in flames, like a bright torch lighthouse in the dark night.

The raging flames enveloped the wooden boards and metal parts, causing crisp "cracking" sounds from time to time.

The children snuggled in their parents' arms, the elderly clenched their crutches, and the adults' faces were full of fear. They had never seen and did not understand this kind of life-and-death battle.

Inside the port, the roars and wails from both sides further irritated the islanders' nerves.

In fact, most islanders had no specific idea about the conflict a few days ago, and they were vague when discussing it in groups of three or four afterwards.

Because it is a secluded island during the day, the islanders sit in their respective rooms to calculate the names of the gods according to centuries-old tradition.

Only the island's elite guards were involved.

But when night fell, the islanders went home to rest, and the sound of explosions and rising black smoke attracted them to the seaside.

Although most of the islanders were first-rate mystic scholars, they were still deeply shocked by the fire before them.

The Hidden Island has been peaceful for too long. Let alone large-scale conflicts involving thousands of people, the islanders may not even have seen two people quarreling with each other.

Their lives consisted of counting the names of the gods, resting, and then repeating yesterday's work.

The work intensity is not high, and there are dedicated people to take care of daily necessities, so all their extra needs can be met.

In the minds of the islanders, war, conflict, killing and hatred are all conceptual words, and they have never had concrete concepts about them.

Therefore, despite their great power, the people on the grass remained silent, huddled together and trembling like a group of frightened quails.

Perseus sat on horseback, his expression still as stern as ever, the firelight flickering briskly in his eyes.

But the judge was somewhat panicked.

What should I do! Should I use forbidden magic indiscriminately to kill all the outsiders in the port?

The Hidden Island is not without this ability. Millions of years ago, our ancestors once sent down space rain to isolate the natural disaster judgment of the "Judgment Star", but...

The rune rubbing board of Mu Continent is still in the Saint's Sect! The hope of calculating the name of the god is still there!
What if I do something irreversible and the entire Hidden Island is plunged into an irreparable situation?

Let the Elite Guards stop this conflict! But who is the culprit behind all this? What orders should I give? Should I favor the Saints or the Wisdom Cult?
Perseus tilted his head and looked at his colleagues.

They were still arguing, Andreas was arguing at the top of his lungs, but the old man Christos in the wheelchair just pursed his lips and shook his head.

At this time, Perseus did not want to join in this meaningless debate, because the fire on the dock was getting bigger and bigger, and he could even feel an unusual atmosphere of mysticism. Someone was holding a powerful mass ceremony on the ship.

"What is that, Mom?"

The little girl beside her asked, pointing at the highest point of the burning ship. She was terrified and huddled tightly in her mother's arms.

Perseus looked in the direction the little girl was pointing.

A fire giant as tall as a two-story building lifted off the roof of the ship with one hand, while his other hand grabbed the neck of an asphalt giant!

Two huge monsters fought with bare hands under the starry sky and in the flames.

They rolled down from the top floor of the ship, waving every weapon they could see on the deck to attack each other. The deck was gradually burned into a hole by the Fire Giant, and the Asphalt Giant then hugged and locked the Fire Giant's torso.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the two monsters smashed into the cabin below through the hole in the deck.

Then there were loud noises one after another, and gradually, the originally dark sea surface was burned red by flames, just like a volcano under the sea suddenly erupted.

It seems that the two giants have moved the battlefield beneath the sea!
Unable to wait any longer, Perseus decided to take the elite guards over to see if there was any chance to snatch the rune rubbings left by his ancestors.

As long as these things are in our own hands, the lives of outsiders don’t matter.

But when Perseus was about to call on the elite guards to move forward, he found that four or five figures had appeared beside him at some point, and they were staggering towards the burning ship.

These people were wearing exquisite robes that were covered with all kinds of disgusting dirt. They walked in strange postures and wore thirty-six-sided hood masks on their heads!

Ancestors!
Perseus stood there in a daze. The ancestors tore up their previous oath and came out of the temple in the mountain!

They used to live in temples and had to wear stone handcuffs, but their ancestors were creatures that had existed for tens of millions of years, and in the past they were the most powerful mystics in the world.

After research by conscious beings, these people may no longer be considered human beings, and those shackles cannot trap them at all.

The reason they are worn is because the stone shackles are engraved with the contract reached between the islanders and their ancestors.

It was the contract that bound them, not the handcuffs or the cliffs, and now they suddenly came out of the temple, what does this mean! ?

Perseus couldn't think of it, nor did he want to think about it. He felt that the end was approaching.

And those ancestors seemed to be able to sense Perseus' inner anxiety. The thirty-six-faced body turned its head, nodded at Perseus and made strange bursts of shrill laughter, but it was unclear what it wanted to express.

Then, the weirdos staggered towards the ship.

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In the dreamland of ice and snow, the Pope, whose skin and flesh had been torn apart, revealing the metal parts inside, was gasping for breath. He had to admit that the witch was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

He thought he had already seen through the witch's tricks in the dreamland, but he didn't expect that the witch had the ability to summon two gods, the worm and the cat god.

He thought he was familiar with the forbidden spells that all witches mastered, but he didn't expect that Millie Tang also mastered the powerful forbidden spell "Black Box Technique", and this little girl had a flexible mind and considerable combat experience.

What the Pope could not have imagined the most was Millitang's determination.

She seemed to no longer want to live. The mental burden of summoning the gods and the side effects of using forbidden spells seemed to be non-existent to her.

At first the Pope wanted to end the battle quickly. In the dreamland, the ice and snow of the worms and the chaotic sea of ​​fire of the living flames overlapped with each other. This was the Pope's countermeasure.

But Millie Tang refused to give in. Even though the hands of her pocket watch were spinning like a flying circle, Millie Tang still clenched her teeth and remained unmoved. She felt that her consciousness was about to be drained out. The whispers of the gods and the forbidden knowledge above the stars were eroding her soul, but Millie Tang did not give in.

The Pope changed his strategy and started a war of attrition, hoping to starve Millitang to death, but with the blessing of the Cat God, Millitang's body collapsed and reborn again and again.

She was at the end of her strength, but Millitang was increasingly convinced that the Pope was not invincible and that this mechanical body must have its weaknesses.

Two people stood in the wind and snow, with roaring clouds of fire rolling above their heads. The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and both wanted to kill the other.

Just at this moment, the low sound of incantation quietly poured into the dreamland like a trickle of water that could penetrate anywhere.

Both the Pope and Milly Tang immediately distanced themselves and looked at each other warily. Both sides guessed that this was the other's last resort.

But after observing for a few minutes, both sides frowned and thought, the spell seemed to come from outside the dream world.

This is even more incredible!
The Dreamland is a special world independent of the real space. No one has ever heard of any means that can interfere with the scenes in the Dreamland from the outside.

Millie Tang felt that under the influence of the spell, her mental consciousness unconsciously began to relax and soothe, and some random thoughts appeared in her mind uncontrollably.

The first candy apples my father bought for me from the city when I was a child.

Grandpa took out a book mysteriously in the attic and handed it to Millie Tang. At first, she thought it was some forbidden knowledge of gods. When she returned to the house, she found that it was a fairy tale book that little girls loved to read. It told the love story of a witch and a brave knight.

And her mother... Millie Tang had quarreled with her again. Millie Tang locked herself in the house out of spite and did not go downstairs for dinner. When she went downstairs, she found that her mother had made her favorite cinnamon apple pie.

The mother was washing dishes at the time. When the father came in from outside, the mother used sign language to indicate that the apple pie was specially made for the father, and he should eat it all and not leave any for Millie Tang.

The father looked at the only corner of the apple pie left on the table and winked at Millie Tang with a wicked smile.

Everything was so real, the wrinkles at the corners of my grandfather's eyes, my mother's red plaid kitchen apron, my father's expression when he was signing. I was immersed in it, as if it was happening right before my eyes.

Millie Tang turned around twice on the ice field and found that this was not an illusion in her mind.

One by one, scene by scene, his precious past fell from above his head like snowflakes, and the same thing happened to the Pope opposite him.

His consciousness also appeared before Millie Tang without reservation.

When the Pope was young, he wore an apprentice's robe. He was a little timid, obsessed with some strange metal machines, and was always clumsy in doing things, so he was often ridiculed and mocked by other apprentices.

Millie Tang blinked her eyes. The Pope's statement that he was once a witch's apprentice should not be a lie.

His family had reached an agreement with the Mosesad Special Investigation Department that forbidden knowledge could only be passed on to relatives, but his mother said that hundreds of years ago, when the Holy Maiden Faction had not yet completely risen, witches had their own apprentices.

The ancestor of the old witch doctor Amgar was once an apprentice of the witch Emily. Of course, these people can also be called servants, because many forbidden spells and methods of using ancient relics are too dangerous and the witch will not teach them to others.

However, when the Saint's Faction of the Western Continent issued an order of excommunication against witches, these apprentice servants also followed the witches and completely withdrew from the stage of history.

The Pope's teacher at the time was a tall, beautiful witch with brown curly hair. She sat on a chair and fiddled with a coin in her hand, which rolled on the back of her hand like waves.

Her apprentices were waiting in the room with their hands down, and these people lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

The witch stood up suddenly, as if she had made up her mind. She found a box, locked the coins in it, and then began to arrange for her apprentices to prepare various materials for the ceremony.

Millitang couldn't figure out the witch's location from the surrounding scenery, but she saw the endless sea.

This may be an island, an island in the Lost Sea.

As for the witch's box, Millie Tang thought of her Emily key. The keyhole of the box seemed to match the size of her key.

In the next picture, the witch stood on the cliff with her hands raised high, but her clothes had been burned by the flames and there were some black ashes on her skin.

Millie Tang thought of Emily's notes, which mentioned that the witch had made two attempts to open a passage to other worlds.

But he failed twice, and one of them summoned a huge ball of fire floating in the sky!
The Pope's teacher was the witch who failed back then.

This is indeed an extremely dangerous attempt. The worlds above the starry sky may very likely hide powerful gods or creatures who covet the mysteries in other spaces. If they see such passages, they will rush in at all costs.

The witch on the top of the mountain was indeed powerful. Even in such an unfavorable situation, she still tried to close the passage.

But just before she was about to succeed, a dagger pierced her chest from behind, and the person who stabbed her was the Pope himself.

His glasses were broken, his clothes were tattered, and the corners of his mouth were still twitching in a nervous smile.

Perhaps he had been planning this for a long time, or perhaps he had been bewitched and confused by the whispers of the gods after the ceremony began.

The end result was that the witch failed, and a small part of the fire cloud drilled out along the passage in the center of the mass ceremony, while the Pope prostrated himself before the god, becoming the earthly preacher of the living flame.

The Pope prayed to the gods, hoping to obtain an immortal body and a wise soul. His body began to disintegrate, but the metal parts in his pockets gradually attracted each other and formed a new body.

Using the remains of his teacher and companions, the Pope continued his Mass. A figure walked out of the flames. It was Bastoli!
Due to the obstruction of the witch, the god still did not cross the starry sky and descend from Fomalhaut. One projection was already the limit of the broken ritual, and the projection was Bastoli!
Millitang and the Pope looked at each other's fragments of consciousness, which fell and then floated rapidly towards the sky above their heads.

The spell coming from the outside world seemed to be sucking away these fragments of consciousness.

But when these fragments floated to the highest point, the blizzard rolled up the flames and pushed the fragments back. The living flames, worms, and cat gods were all subconsciously rejecting the spells from the outside world.

Millie Tang felt her head getting heavier and heavier, until she could no longer hold on and fell headfirst.

Something was stepping on her body. It was a terrible feeling. She couldn't breathe. Was she dead...

Is my soul being tortured and trampled by some devil?
Millie Tang was not afraid of being tortured, she was afraid that she would forget the past, her mother, her father, and Ricky...

In the darkness, Millie Tang breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was still there, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Millie Tang suddenly opened her eyes.

In his sight, an ugly face of a monster was right in front of him.

A long bird's beak, a pair of big round, cross-eyed eyes, and prominent purple eyelids.

"What am I talking about? Good people don't live long, evil people leave their mark for thousands of years, but this couple can't even die!"

It was a walking chicken! Millie Tang found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom, and the walking chicken was jumping on her!

(End of this chapter)