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Chapter 606 Doomsday (4k+)

Millie Tang moved slowly, trying to distance herself from the fake Ricky in front of her.

She didn't dare to take her eyes off the other person for a moment. Although the fake Ricky's disguise was flawless at this time, Millie Tang had already guessed his identity.

"The Crawling Chaos", "The Dark Man", "The Black Pharaoh"...

In the library of Miskatonic University, countless ancient books mention this terrible god. His behavior is erratic, his methods are cunning and cruel, and even the top mystics dare not deal with him.

But this god can always see through the instinctive fear deep in the human heart. No matter how well you hide, he can always find clues.

These fears were like the most delicious thick soup and elixir in the other's eyes. The god enjoyed them very much. He enjoyed the sweet smell of his prey when it was being played with, and inflicted more severe and painful punishment on those poor people.

of course……

This god has another name in Ricky's mouth, donkey.

It’s not that Millie Tang wasn’t afraid of him. The reason she was able to stand upright in front of him before was because Ricky was by her side.

Ricky seems to be this god's... It's not quite accurate to say that he is the god's natural enemy. It should be said that the two of them have similar smells. It is this similar smell that makes them wary of each other, yet they can achieve a delicate balance.

But Ricky was not around at the moment, and even if Ling'er showed up, Millie Tang was still unsure.

"Miss Witch, please forgive my rudeness and offense just now."

The donkey's temper was exactly the same as Liu Yonglu's. His behavior was like a child's, changing from moment to moment. Just now he had taken out a knife and wanted to stab someone, but now he took off his hat and placed it on his chest, leaning forward and saluting:

"I'm just too curious. I can't help but wonder what Ricky would look like if I cut you into pieces. Oh, yes, I'm just too curious."

Donkey wiped his cheek and turned into the familiar appearance of Milly Tang.

He was about to say something else when suddenly the top hat in his hand slipped to the ground, as if it was an accident.

The brown top hat fell to the ground and turned into a pool of bubbling black water. The black water suddenly spread upwards, just blocking a poplar branch that was poking down from a high altitude.

The black water swirled around the donkey's trouser legs again, swallowing up all the dark green car-free grass that was wrapped around it.

Under the ground, the tubers of the duck rock potato broke out of the soil, and the black water carried the donkey upwards seven or eight centimeters, just avoiding the sneak attack from underground.

The donkey didn't move from beginning to end. He knew that his little trick would not last long and would be exposed sooner or later. Now, it was Xiaohu who came to seek revenge.

Sure enough, a little boy with black eyes and black hair appeared out of nowhere beside Millie Tang. He stretched out his right hand and held Millie Tang's hand.

Also trapped in the oil painting, compared to Xiaohu and Ling'er, Donkey has the ability to explore the outside world, so he knew the movements of Millie Tang and others early on.

Donkey secretly set a small trap, lured Xiaohu and Ling'er inside, and planned to use this time to kill all the people who eat Weitian.

Fortunately, Ling'er's IQ was higher than that of ordinary creatures, and it didn't take her long to figure out the donkey's tricks, thus saving Millie Tang's life.

Xiaohu's brain... was a little lacking, and he was able to escape from the deception and return to the center of the town.

"Don't be so tense, like we're strangers meeting for the first time. It really hurts me to see you guys look so wary."

The donkey covered his chest in pretended pain:

"Miss Witch, I am going to give you a gift to express my apology."

Millie Tang remained unmoved and still looked warily at the donkey acting pretentiously opposite her.

The other party carefully took out a small wooden box from behind his back. The box was not big, about the size of a piece of toast, and the oak shell was wrapped with a circle of copper at the edge of the gap.

"Miss Witch, you are an expert in the field of mysticism and are very knowledgeable. There are two letters on the padlock, AH. Can you tell me what they mean?"

"do not know."

When Millie Tang first saw the box, her heart trembled. She knew the origin of this box too well. It was Emily Heck's box!
The destination of the witch's disappearance is indeed related to the stone slab. Getting the box can not only solve the mystery of the witch's disappearance, but also make it more likely to find the mother whom he has not seen for more than ten years.

If there was someone else standing opposite at this time, Millie Tang would have taken action long ago.

But now it is the donkey who is holding the box. If he wavers in the slightest and tries to bargain with him, he will fall into an abyss from which there is no escape. As for getting the wooden box, that is even more of a luxury.

So Millie Tang kept her expression very good. She squinted her eyes and looked at the other person carefully before slowly shaking her head to tell the other person that she didn't know him.

"Well, you are also a bit...interesting. You are worthy of being the partner of that kid Ricky."

The donkey smiled and continued:

"I'm not an unreasonable person. This little box is of no use to me. I can really give it to you. Really."

Xiaohu knew that the old lady wanted it, and also knew that she was afraid, so he walked straight to the donkey without saying a word and stretched out his little hand:
“It’s fine to give you the box, but in this case, we’ll have at least some friendship.

Friends should help each other and exchange gifts. Ling'er has a horn in her hand. I want to borrow it to have a look. Why don't you put in a few good words for me and think of a solution?"

Donkey put the box back with a smile. Xiaohu turned around to look at Ling'er and then at Millie Tang.

For Xiaohu, the horn doesn’t really matter, just give it to him.

"This guy represents the original will of chaos and disorder, and blowing the horn can attract the attention of the Judgment Star. The Judgment Star represents order and reconstruction. You should understand this, right?"

Ling'er looked up at Millie Tang.

"I see."

Millie Tang shook her head slightly at Xiaohu, reached out and called him over to rub the child's head.

No matter how important the things in the box were, no matter how wonderful the donkey's words were, Milly Tang had made up her mind not to agree to his deal.

Donkey seemed to have anticipated the witch and Ling'er's reactions.

He just smiled, shook his head and then waved his hand, and a black piano and an elegant piano stool appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The people of Shi Weitian didn't know what this terrible god was going to do, so they quietly took a few steps back and moved closer to each other.

Donkey elegantly lifted his windbreaker and sat on the piano stool, lighting a cigarette for himself first.

In the deserted small town market, a black grand piano suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a donkey-headed man was playing the piano. At first glance, there was an indescribable absurdity and weirdness.

Donkey smoked half a cigarette and seemed to feel that the time had come. He held the cigarette in his mouth, opened the cover to reveal the piano keys, and tested the sound slightly. A series of cheerful syllables rose melodiously with the movement of Donkey's fingertips.

"Miss Millie Tang, what on earth is he doing?"

Kougan asked in a low voice. Kougan had seen Donkey on the Cursed Island before and knew how powerful this god was. Even though Xiaohu and Ling'er were by his side at this time, he still felt a chill down his spine and an ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

The melody became faster and faster, and the donkey seemed to feel that the cigarette in his mouth was a bit of a hindrance. He took a break from his busy schedule and put the cigarette on the top edge of the piano. Then he stepped lightly on the pedal with his right foot, and the cheerful melody gradually blended into a tense atmosphere. The ground in the town also trembled slightly, and the neatly arranged apples and oranges on the fruit stalls rolled down.

"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth. We cannot let him continue to bounce!"

Haversun shook the holy spear in his hand and wanted to pounce on the donkey and fight it to the death.

The little genius brother could roughly guess the status of the donkey-headed man in front of him. He knew that he was no match for him and starting a war now would be tantamount to suicide.

But Haversian knew that it was a critical moment of life and death.

Without Saint Baran by his side, should he continue to keep his head down and wait for disaster to come? Is it true that the Saint's judge can only break into the homes of those merchant lords and bully those poor unarmed people as the outside world says?
Of course not. Without Saint Barlaxquez, he would have to shoulder the saint's will of compassion. Sacrifice and dedication are what shepherds like them should do.

Haverson picked up the holy spear and charged forward. Roselis looked at her brother in disbelief.

Yes, she retreated in front of the "Creeping Chaos". Although the opponent did not use any divine power, the powerful pressure still made her breathless.

It's not like she hadn't thought about fighting the god to the death, just like Haversian.

But every time this thought came to her mind, countless terrible and cruel endings flashed through Roselis' mind. Her body and soul would be tortured. It was suffering and misery beyond the limits of human imagination.

Roselis felt her legs trembling just thinking about it. She was cowardly and she retreated. She could only cry out in her heart and pray for the saint's help.

"Brother, you..."

Roselis looked at Haverson, who was risking everything, with trembling eyes. This might be a farewell between life and death, and the last scene of Haverson's death as a human being.

"boom!"

Haverson had just taken two steps when he bumped into the light silver curtain and fell on his butt.

The collision was so hard that Haverson's nose started bleeding.

"Don't be reckless, idiot. The changes around him have nothing to do with him."

Ling'er sneered and pointed to the market in the distance. At this moment, the roofs of those wooden carts had lost their original outlines like cream exposed to the sun.

Regardless of the material or purpose of the building, there is a tendency for it to transform from solid to liquid.

The oranges and apples on the ground began to rot and release water, and a sweet fruity fragrance filled the air.

"The changes before his eyes have nothing to do with him. They are caused by the Sourceless. The Sourceless has begun to revive. Her body, will, and the stone tablet that she treasures have begun to merge into one."

At this time, the donkey's performance had reached its climax. His body and the piano at hand were also affected by the outside world and began to disintegrate and rot.

The black mucus flowed toward the ground, but when the black water flowed to a certain level, it would suddenly maintain its current height.

They will recover to their original positions as if they have suddenly developed independent consciousness. The donkey and the piano in his hand will wander back and forth in this cycle of annihilation and reorganization, and annihilation again after reorganization.

Hearing the conversation between Ling'er and Haverson, Donkey looked at them with relief and nodded.

Yes, this is the donkey’s final plan. Ling’er and Xiaohu don’t want to negotiate a deal with me, and the witch doesn’t want to negotiate a deal with me either. It doesn’t matter. I can afford to wait.

The Source of the Sourceless has awakened, all you guys just stand here and watch.

Maybe, maybe Ling'er and Xiaohu are strong enough to protect others and help them survive this natural disaster.

But what about this world? Can these friends of Richie just watch the world fall into the control of the will of the sourceless source?

After the song was finished, Donkey picked up the still burning cigarette on the piano and took a deep puff.

He stood up and raised his hands to feel the wonderful moment.

Although the drama did not develop in the direction that I had imagined, the ending was heart-wrenching enough to leave people wanting more.

The piano next to it seemed to sense the donkey's excitement and joy, and started playing the same piece that the donkey had just performed without anyone else playing.

Millie Tang's face turned pale, she really didn't know what to do.

At this moment, there was a pale silver light curtain shining above his head. With Ling'er and Xiaohu's protection, his safety was not a problem.

But the Virgin Mary has resurrected...is this an ending I can really accept?

Before stepping into the Sea of ​​Lost, Millie Tang was full of confidence. She felt that she could find out the truth about her mother's disappearance, but now the truth is right in front of her but she can't touch it.

Make peace with the donkey?

In this way, he could get the box left by Emily, and the coming of the Sourceless Source might also be stopped by Xiaohu and Ling'er...

Millie Tang looked at the two children beside her. Xiaohu still had his usual calm expression, but Ling'er seemed to see through Millie Tang's thoughts.

"Witch, you don't think that if we give the Horn of Doom to that guy, he will just walk away the next second, right?"

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water that woke up the confused Millie Tang.

Yes, Ling'er was right. Now that the Virgin Mary has resurrected, Ling'er and Xiaohu have the ability to stop it. However, the reason why they stood by and watched was because of the Donkey blocking the way, secretly putting pressure on them.

Giving him the Horn of Doom won't change the situation.

The donkey was tempting himself. He knew very well how stupid humans are when faced with temptation and how they can be fooled by even the most flawed scams.

But...if...you do nothing, you can only watch the Virgin Mary's will completely revive.

By then, Moses Sad, the Special Incidents Investigation Department, Miskatonic University, and everything good in this world will be destroyed.

Millie Tang was almost out of breath. She didn't have the energy to think about how to solve the current dilemma. All she could think about were those people who were about to disappear.

Father, the general manager, Carol and Yasmine...all those who are still ignorant in the real world will disappear.

"Donkey, what's the matter? You are so happy, tell me about it, and let me be happy for you too."

Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from afar. Millie Tang was struck by lightning. She raised her head suddenly and saw a figure walking towards her from a distance with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing Millie Tang, Liu Yonglu gave her a reassuring look, and then excitedly waved his fist at Xiaohu, who also jumped up excitedly.

"Ricky, you're finally here. I knew that the last big show in this world couldn't be without you."

When the donkey saw Liu Yonglu, it whistled happily.

The two walked towards each other in silence and met again in the center of the doomsday market.

(End of this chapter)