Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

The coldness and anger on Panatia's face just now basically came from this.

"...0-08 cannot penetrate the protection of the True Creator."

"……hateful."

"But if he was just a crazy guy, you wouldn't cooperate with him." Ince Zangwill said to Panatia in front of him in a low voice, seeming to comfort him. Panatia:

"Thanks to him being a believer in the True Creator, in this case, I am afraid that only these guys dare to confront the Lord of Storms."

"Lord of the Storm..." Panatia showed a little resentment in her eyes, but there was also an unconcealable fear hidden in this resentment:

"He actually descended directly from the sky before... What on earth appeared in Backlund? To have caused the Lord of Storms to descend directly from the sky?"

"..." Ince Zangwill was silent for two seconds: "Our plan will take time. With the help of another favored person of the True Creator, we can leave Backlund quickly."

"I hope that when the disaster begins, what happened before will not happen again..." Panatia grabbed the lamp next to her with force and crushed it. In her heart, there was a faint worry and panic.

I want to continue to be promoted...I can't stop yet...Panadia stretched her snow-white slender neck and walked upwards with heavy steps.

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"Five more days, no, four days."

A mysterious voice said.

"The greatest malice in human history will unfurl its noose, and this civilization is about to completely move towards irreversible decline in the love of the high-dimensional overlookers."

"High-dimensional overlooker, who are you, the high-dimensional overlooker?"

"You are not alive, just like you have not died; you will not die, just like you have never lived."

"High-dimensional Overlooker, when will you let me see your decline?"

"You are always caught between life and death, and your observations are meaningless - your heart is eternally decaying."

Chapter 133 People in the Southern Continent (?)

"There are traitors among us."

Amanysis's face was hidden under the dark night, and she spoke to the true Creator who hung herself upside down next to her.

"The High Dimensional Overlookers do not belong to us in the first place. This is not a betrayal."

The true creator said to the goddess of night in front of him, "For the outer gods in the starry sky, betrayal is a common occurrence. We cannot expect the kindness of the starry sky, even if the high-dimensional overlookers have an inexplicable preference for the earth. "

"..." The goddess of the night was silent for a moment, and beside her was the eternal darkness of the land abandoned by the gods:

"I'm just a little disappointed, Creator - I don't mean the High Dimensional Overlooker, I mean George III."

"You're starting to call me in that tone again." A smile appeared on the face of the True Creator, although this smile looked particularly creepy against the backdrop of those huge blood-red eyes.

"Thousands of years ago, when you were the ancient sun god, I didn't think we came from the same hometown."

"Humans... I saw the transaction between the High-Dimensional Overlooker and George III in a secret state, but the High-Dimensional Overlooker obviously also saw me. George III agreed to the request of the Outer God. He, like us, wanted to seek promotion. Opportunity justifies the means.”

"The High Dimensional Overlooker acquiesced to our surveillance, and I didn't expect that he would actually drag the Fallen Mother Goddess into our camp."

"...It's normal, we're not fundamentally different."

The true creator was silent for two seconds and said to the goddess of night in front of him.

"The little remaining humanity that led him to make such a choice is precisely the innate malice of humans on the road to becoming gods... Time is running out, and I will try my best to bring the Lord of Storms to justice when I come. Introduce it into the sea to reduce the losses of ordinary people in Backlund."

He lamented.

"Dark night, after entering the state of preparing to come, I will enter a period of madness. The rest will be left to you."

"Okay, during this period I will continue to watch over the High-Dimensional Overlooker to prevent any problems. We must tie the interests of the High-Dimensional Overlooker to us and not allow him to form an alliance with the old world outside the earth. .”

Amanysis stood under the thick darkness, looking up at the starry sky shrouded in clouds.

George III... I can understand your idea of ​​cooperating with outside gods, but what you have done is another step towards pushing mankind into the abyss of destruction...

Thinking of the scene that the high-dimensional overlooker had manifested to him before, the gods who cooperated with the royal family were not only the "original witch", but also the "super star master" who was now outside the world.

But the terms George III paid after secretly communicating with the stars were far more than Backlund... After he agreed to the super star master's request, it was equivalent to handing over the lives of ordinary people on half a continent. "Superstar Master".

George III obtained the support of the Super Star Master at the expense of the Super Star Master's ability to gain a firm foothold on the ground. This was a secret that the High Dimensional Overlooker informed the Night Goddess and allowed the Night Goddess to see with her own eyes.

And this means that half of the human beings on the earth will become numbers in the plan of the super star master, and even the role of anchor will be completely lost.

What would the earth look like if George III became a real god... The goddess of the night frowned, as if she had made some determination.

At the same time, in the monasteries in the southern continent, the atmosphere in the past few days was obviously different.

The few people were bathing in the darkness and seemed to be preparing to talk all night long. Seeing that the surroundings were a little too dark, a fiery red figure sitting at the front with an arrogant posture snapped his fingers. In an instant, brilliant firelight appeared around a few "people", illuminating them. human face.

The "man" in the lead was Medici. On his handsome face, there were two talismans stuck on the two mouths that originally belonged to Soren and Einhorn, making them unable to make any sound.

In the corner of the talisman, there are two lines of words faintly visible:

"This charm is lovingly sponsored by the Overlookers."

"The alliance between gods is unbreakable!"

Sitting on the left side of Medici is a rather quiet man - he is said to be a man, but in fact his cheeks are quite beautiful and he has a quiet feminine temperament.

Silver hair was spread out on His back, and these scattered hair flowed to the ground, like a river made of mercury.

He is the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroleus!

Ourolius looked at Medici in front of him without any expression on his face.

At this time, Ourolius was only wearing a simple linen robe, but he showed the most holy appearance among everyone.

Of course, the one with the second-highest saintly aura after Ouroboros was Mr. A, who was dressed in a white robe and had a chin as beautiful and enchanting as a woman’s.

At this time, Mr. A was standing opposite the two of them, with his head lowered and humbly following behind Megoose, who had a kind and gentle look on her face. Megoose was sitting quietly, also beside Megoose. , Standing next to Mr. A is the little girl Aiya wearing a close-fitting nun uniform.

Although Aiya is still young, she has now become a "Secret Prayer" because of her previous experience in a gang and Mr. A's careful training. Now the children in the entire monastery are basically managed by her.

She looked at Ourolius and Medici who were chatting, and did not disturb the conversation of the two angels. She just silently held the lamp in her hand and stood there motionless.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop standing there, A." Medici said to him impatiently, his eyes fixed on the two of them. Mr. A only pulled a chair over and sat down after receiving the War Angel's order.

When Medici's eyes turned to Aiya behind Mr. A, Aiya sat down obediently. Seeing the scene in front of him, Medici nodded with satisfaction and patted his hands gently.

“The Lord has come.”

The sharp edge revealed in his flaming eyes was like the flames of war that once raged across the earth, full of terrible aggressiveness.

Ourolius, who was sitting next to him, looked at Medici in front of him quietly, still making no expression.

"Ms. Megose." Medici restrained his movements a little, and looked at Megose in front of him with a serious look.

"You should already know that the child you are carrying is the child of the Lord - even though you do not believe in the Lord."

"I will give birth to him." Megoos gently stroked her belly and said to Medici in front of her:

"Please don't worry, Lord War Angel... He is my child. I don't believe in Him, but I love Him."

The red figure was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly:

"The Great Snake and I will protect you until the Lord's birth is safe and sound. You must be prepared. For the Lord... there might be gods from enemy nations who come to disrupt the Lord's arrival."

"He is my child, Lord War Angel." Megoos repeated her words: "You don't need to say more, I will do my best to protect him."

"I can leave my hometown and my family for him. Even if someone doesn't want him to be born, I will protect him with my life."

"……it is good."

Medici nodded gently, a hint of doubt and worry in his heart. But soon, that little bit of worry was dispelled by the fire in his heart. He gently touched the rose beside him and crushed it.

He continued to speak to the two, arranging as detailed a response as possible for them. At this moment, Ouroboros turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes seemed to transcend the limitations of space and saw a sudden change in the possibility of fate.

"Backlund."

Ouroboros murmured softly, his voice so low that even Medici beside him could not hear it.

On the distant ocean, a ship has approached Backlund. The pitch-black night dyed the sea into deep darkness like ink. Under the cover of night, the firelight exposed in Backlund's factories that worked all night were like terrifying ghosts.

Triss stood in the captain's cabin, looking at Backlund in front of her with a gloomy expression.

There was a sea chart in front of her, and standing beside her was a young man in sailor clothes.

This young man was Edsac, just Edsac.

Looking at Triss who was busy next to him, Edsac opened his mouth and wrote something more in his notebook.

"What are you doing?" Triss moved her eyes away from the map and looked at Prince Qian next to her. Edsac was stunned for a moment, then closed the book with his right hand and replied:

"I'm writing some journal entries."

"Diary?" Triss looked at Edsac in front of her as if she were a fool: "Is there really a normal person who can write a diary? Are you not afraid that what you write will be divined?"

"..." Edsac sighed: "I'm just writing about my experience."

"Experience?" Triss smiled "haha" and taunted Edsac in front of her: "Yes, it is indeed a good legend that the fallen prince became a pirate - you also want to be an actor, or A famous writer?"

"..."

Edsac was silent for a moment, and then said to Triss in front of him: "I will return to Backlund, one day."

"Are you still unwilling to give up?" Triss looked at Prince Edsac in front of her and said to him: "You want to take back your destiny from the hands of His Highness the Overlooker? Come on, it's impossible, you His fate is completely different from before.”

"And if something is lost, it is lost. You can't get it back just because you want it back."

After saying that, Triss sneered, "What's the point of you returning to Backlund? Your good father finally let you go, and you still want to go back and be his pawn?"

"...No." Prince Edsac was silent for a moment and said to Triss beside him. He clenched his fists and opened the diary in front of him with his hands. He stared at the handwriting he had written one by one, and gently touched his diary with his hands:

"I thought about it for a long time."

"What my father did was wrong. The Augustus family should be the guardians of the Loen Kingdom, not the tyrants like my father." Edsac's tone was quite sad, as if he was remembering the various scenes he had seen before. :

"Backlund currently has the largest population of workers, but the sales of the goods they produce are not as good as Trier; factory owners and nobles collude and oppress the people; grain prices are constantly rising, and we eat imported food while ignoring the lives of farmers..."

"You are no longer from the Augustus family." Triss reminded: "You are just a pirate wandering around the sea now - do you still want to overthrow the Kingdom of Loen and lead the people to resist the royal family?"

"Commoners cannot resist the royal family."

Edsac shook his head: "However, with His Highness the Overlooker here, we may be able to establish a qualified leader in the Kingdom of Loen, and let this leader lead mankind to a better life - Sequence 0, Extraordinary paths of blasphemy, I never knew them before.”

"Oh, then I wish you success." Triss waved her hand and walked out gracefully: "I want to be promoted, I want to change back to a man - you want to protect the people, I just want to I live a better life, but I am different, I long for war, I want to win."