Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 282 281 William I

William the Protector's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

In this matter, the ancient angel who has survived to this day in the Quaternary period has clearly discovered something.

He asked in a deep voice, "Just how many puppets have you created?! How many in the entire Loen Kingdom have become your puppets?!"

Ah, this problem...

Tang shrugged indifferently, "Who knows? There are just too many."

The Puppet Master has 100% control over his Puppet, but Tang is currently controlling many other Puppet Masters, who in turn are controlling new Puppets... Moreover, with the "Bionic Puppet" module, as long as the coverage of subsequent modules keeps up, and given enough time, filling the entire Northern Continent shouldn't be a problem.

As for now...

"One percent, one-tenth, or one-fifth?" He sensed it carefully, and numbers popped out one by one.

When he mentioned one-fifth, Tang paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he slowly spoke:

"However, I prefer the number three, since it is quite important among all the numbers with special significance."

The three pillars of the universe, three fixed sequences for each path, extraordinary characteristics, the Trinity, from which all things arise…

Tang likes this number.

one third.

In the Kingdom of Rune, at least a third of the population are already this guy's secret puppets.

William I, the “protector,” stared at Tang with a slightly lingering gaze, his voice growing deeper and more authoritative, “You should know what you’re doing.”

Let's leave the Southern Continent aside for now. But in the Northern Continent, so many secret puppets have already appeared on stage without anyone noticing?

In the current kingdoms of the Northern Continent, how many secret puppets exist in those political centers, military centers, and even within the church and royal families?
How did this guy manage to keep his secret puppet a secret from them... no, even if they did notice it, they ignored it?

The founding emperor felt a vague unease, not only because of the large number of secret puppets, but also because of the fundamental problems they posed.

This would shake their anchor, something that every angel and every true church would not tolerate!

"Yes, I have always known what I am doing, just like His Majesty the King now."

Tang seemed unaware that his actions would provoke public outrage, and still smiled as he spoke, "Your Majesty, there's no need to worry so much. I'm not so ruthless as to turn everyone in the entire Northern Continent into my puppets, nor do I intend to tamper with the angels' anchor points. It's meaningless to me."

"Or do you think I'm the kind of person who would do anything to get ahead? Do you really have such a bad impression of me?"

William I, the “protector,” remained silent on the matter.

He suddenly recalled the day he first came into contact with the sequence 1 of this diviner's path.

Who would be so kind as to stand on someone's bedside in the middle of the night and hang something to scare them?!
If he weren't already a Sequence 1 Archangel, and someone sneaked into his bedroom in the middle of the night and hanged him next to his bed in a corpse costume, he would probably be so scared that he would have a cardiac arrest and die.

"Isn't this because we're afraid the Rune royal family won't accept us, and they'll use some kind of sealed artifact or angels to fight us head-on, causing heavy losses on both sides?"

At that moment, Tang twisted his head 360 degrees, giving William I, who was clearly frightened and wanted to slap him to death, a performance of "bring his head to me".

To prevent the landlord from refusing, he hanged himself in the landlord's bedroom first.

The underdogs scored big points!

William I took a deep breath to calm himself down, and mentally repeated, "None of the Gui San family members are very human," reminding himself to watch his emotions and not to slap someone to death right now.

"Alright." Tang shrugged helplessly at the silence of the founding emperor of the Kingdom of Rune.

He turned his gaze back to the earthly divine kingdom where Triss Chick and Nicola Flamel were, and said calmly, "One-third is already the limit. It took a thousand years to reach this point. At this rate, I may not be able to complete the minimum anchor point requirements for all the gods before the end of the world."

"So, you're going to use Aristotle and Chick's arrangement?" William I's expression was somewhat strange.

"Yes," Tang didn't deny it. "We're all part of this planet, how can we not contribute?"

Even if he dies, we'll revive him and make him work.

"As for the mess that Chick and Arista Tudor made in the Fourth Epoch... the Great Thunder that was placed under Trier, let this witch go and deal with it first."

William I, the “protector,” fell silent.

He seemed to think for a moment before slowly speaking: "Two hundred years ago, the out-of-control Vermonda Champagne Sauron, is that extraordinary conqueror characteristic in His hands now in your hands?"

You want to put together a Red Priest?

He didn't ask the question that followed, but Tang understood the hidden meaning behind the founding emperor's question.

"I'm not sure about that."

Tang Xiaoxiao did not give a direct answer to the question, but William I knew that he was right.

"Therefore, one of your purposes in cooperating with me is also the extraordinary characteristics of the Conqueror in Augustus's possession."

William I spoke with absolute certainty, as if he knew exactly what Tang was planning.

Tang neither admitted nor denied it, but simply smiled.

A strange silence fell once again between William I and Tang.

After an unknown amount of time, he changed the subject and looked at Tang: "You and Adam are very similar."

“Many people say that, especially Amon,” Tang said, adjusting his monocle in his right eye socket with a hint of sarcasm.
“He said that guys like me, who hold high the banner of justice and say they are preparing for the end times, don’t care about sacrifices or other people. They don’t care about human lives at all, especially in some things. They are even worse than His paranoid brother.”

He smiled helplessly at the founding emperor and said, "You know, that mythical creature can actually say such 'human' things. Ah, I don't know whether to call it progress or regression."

"But you've always maintained a good level of humanity."

The dignified founding emperor regained his usual indifference and spoke calmly: "Because of the justice and doomsday you speak of? Because these are necessary sacrifices?"

"Who knows? Perhaps that's just how it is. After all, for mythical creatures, for us who are about to face the end of the world, there are indeed some things that can be abandoned... So, Your Majesty, what is your opinion?"

Tang turned his head again to look at William I, "Edessa Augustus, this child, shall I have him?"

To cooperate or not to cooperate?

His tone was as if he were discussing what to have for breakfast tomorrow.

"it is good."

William I was the same; it seemed he had already considered his answer.

During their casual conversation, they had already decided on the destination of one of the princes.

At this moment, Triss Chick, who was already deeply mired in "errors" and "loopholes," seemed to sense something. Her gray eyes looked past Nikolai, who was squatting in front of her, and gazed into the distance at this divine kingdom filled with countless errors.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the divine realm, fixed on a certain direction. Nicholas adjusted his hat and smiled, saying:
“Mr. Triss, as long as we follow our predetermined destiny, no one will be sad or unhappy.”

"We are all puppets of fate; everything is predetermined."

Beyond the Kingdom of God.

William I had already passed away, and Tang slowly took out a notebook from the system space.

He is writing his story, and now he is about to join a new role.

An extra card has been added to the chessboard; who knows what new changes will occur?

Not far from Backlund, a ghost ship began to twist and turn eerily. Countless vengeful spirits and evil souls appeared on the ship, their necks bound by countless threads in agony. Their bodies rose rapidly, hanging from the broken mast, their forms almost tangible, swaying back and forth...

Then, the blood moon in the sky suddenly magnified, the stars twinkled, and a supreme, infinitely distant being cast its gaze in this direction.

The vengeful spirits and evil souls that had become puppets on the ship entered their predetermined fate and destiny. They quickly disintegrated under the gaze of this infinitely high and infinitely distant gaze, and were reduced to materials with some of the power of grace.

The indiscriminate contamination caused the ghost ship, which still retained the power of the higher-dimensional observer and the Ring of Fate, to be completely destroyed.

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Backlund, East District.

Triss Chick stumbled through the somewhat chaotic dark alley. As if she had finally given up, she collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

"It's real...it's real..."

Triss gradually sorted out her chaotic memories, but she inexplicably overlooked some things that were different from what she remembered.

As Triss traveled from the docks to the East District, she looked at the bustling, familiar yet strangely unfamiliar metropolis and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

He looked at his hands, and then, as if he could no longer contain his joy, he realized that this was reality. He began to chuckle softly, and then burst into loud, hearty laughter.

Her laughter became somewhat manic, and as he laughed, tears gradually filled his eyes and slid down his chin.

"Great, nothing has happened, nothing has even begun..."

"Hahaha, that's great, that's great..."

The tenants living nearby weren't surprised or bothered by the loud, maniacal laughter coming from nearby; such things happened all the time, and they were used to it.

After laughing for a while, Triss finally stopped.

He stumbled to his feet again.

"No, no, we can't waste time here..."

He needs to advance as soon as possible, replenish his extraordinary traits, and return to the "despair" level as soon as possible!

Otherwise, the Backlund smog will happen again!
ga-

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In the black night sky, an enormous crimson moon, filled with blood-red hues, resembled an open eye, making those who gazed upon it feel inexplicably uneasy.

At that moment, under the watchful gaze of a blood moon and countless stars, two crows flew across the sky.

They hovered, watching the stumbling figure. Hidden in the darkness, the left eye area had a strange, prominent mark, like a monocle.

But soon, an inconspicuous whooshing sound cut through the stillness of the night, and the two black crows were struck down by something, crashing to the ground with a thud, their bodies convulsing, and they died quickly.

A translucent insect with twelve segments crawled out of their mouths, and the insects quickly writhed and died.

"I think we should establish a crow protection association, and also an insect, cockroach, ant, rat, and moth protection association. Every time you parasitize someone, it's like a mass extinction... Amon, what do you think?"

Tang, who emerged from the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach, carrying a stone, looked at the two dead crows lying on the ground and slowly spoke.

"Ah……"

Amon's voice came from somewhere, "I didn't know you were so concerned about the life and death of those, well, what you humans often call pests."

There's a term called "keyboard warrior," I don't know if you're familiar with it.

Tang shrugged. "But if you keep parasitizing these things, then don't come here next time."

"It's so dirty."

Amon paused for a moment, seemingly speechless.

Then, the former god of deception slowly said, "Aren't you going to continue your training program in Tingen? Aren't you going to nurture your still-developing seedlings? Are you really going to leave him all alone, pitifully staying in Tingen?"

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"

Tang stood in front of the crow's corpse, not bothering to look for Amon's other clones around him, and said somewhat lazily.

"Besides, given Tingen's situation, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether I'm there or not. And, your clone is having a great time, isn't it?"

Amon, whose clone is parasitizing Leonard's body: ...

"You'll mess this up sooner or later." Amon's tone inexplicably carried a hint of mocking mischief. "Haven't you learned your lesson from Roselle yet?"

Tang, who had previously mistaken Emperor Roselle for a Japanese, paused for a moment: "...emm, ah...I'll just take it as a thank you for reminding me."

He said very sincerely, "I will be careful."

"Am I honored to thank your true form? Thank you for reminding me of such a significant matter."

Amon chuckled: "Guess?"

"No guessing, no guessing."

Tang casually tossed the stone around for fun.

So many years have passed, and while Amon's main body has been kept completely hidden, his clones have been quite well-adapted to wandering around. Before, it was a fight to the death, but now they can even have a few words together.

Soon, Amon asked with renewed interest, "When do you plan to go see Medici?"

"immediately."

Tang said, "The lightning that strikes Him is already on its way. Why are you asking this? Do you want to save Him?"

He was, after all, his own father's former subordinate; perhaps there was still some affection between them?
Amon: ...

(End of this chapter)