Chapter 417 Playing
“We’ll talk about the future later.”
Milo slowly took back his bloody hands and stood up straight.
He climbed out of the big pit in the ruins with slightly tired steps, pulled out a not completely damaged chair from the collapsed building next to him, sat down and stretched.
Milo knew that he could not kill Imnar, at least in the current situation, he could not kill Imnar.
Unless you risk everything and fight to the death, you will have a chance.
But in that case, the gods will bury it all.
The gain outweighs the loss.
......
But Imnar is still lying in the collapsed position in the center of the ruins.
Even though his head had been smashed, a large piece of his skull was missing, and his exposed brain was also badly damaged. When he sat up, he even had to raise a hand to hold his brain in order to prevent it from falling.
Half of its face is rotten.
But the mouth can still work.
Its tone was very calm, not at all frustrated or discouraged:
“You can’t do this. The order of the universe will not allow rulers like you to exist. They are just using you. Don’t you understand? ”
Imnar stared at Milo with his only half eyeball and said word by word:
“They made you appear in this world and gave you the support of all emotions, family affection, love, Friendship also makes you the only ruler under the order who retains humanity. You don’t think this is the kindness of the gods, do you?”
Imnar looked up at the fragmented opera house. Dome sighed:
"They are raising you like a dog and asking you to guard this world for them..."
...
Milo took out the metal flask from his coat, opened the cap, and shook it slightly. He found that this time the flask was no longer filled with sand, so he took a sip, and then looked at Yi calmly. Munnar glanced at the broken body:
“Do you think, after all this, I will still believe your criticism?”
“That’s right.”
Imnar smiled freely.
Then stood up with difficulty.
Dusted himself off.
At this time, his face began to repair quickly, and the broken bones and flesh and blood grew and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a crackling and squirming movement of bones in the body, and the broken limbs also recovered.
It seems to know that Milo has no intention to kill it at this moment, so it is confident:
“We can play this hide-and-seek game for a long, long time.”
But Milo shook his head.
"Are you sure you don't want to reveal what is buried under Nanwei City?"
"Haha..."
Imnar laughed very happily:
"You are indeed a guy with no respect. You already know the existence of the contract, but you still dare to think wrongly."
"I mean, don't say it anymore." Milo muttered.
"You should ask the Golden Rule Church and the Golden Tree about this question." A sly smile appeared on Imnar's face.
At this moment, not only has its body been completely restored, but even the damaged dress has been shaken off all the dust and blood, and looks brand new.
It calmly adjusted its tie, narrowed its eyes and looked at Milo and continued:
"Your national religion, that golden tree, carries the memory of the previous era. The remnants of it, yes, it was an era that was buried, a once extremely glorious civilization."
Milo remained calm on the surface, but there were some waves in his heart.
Although the abyss old man encountered in the dreamland has clearly stated the existence of the contract, showing the indifferent attitude of the gods towards human civilization in the real world.
But Milo did not expect that the agreement in the contract had actually been fulfilled once.
In the last era, before this civilization was born, there was already a civilization that was buried because it had access to forbidden things underground.
This inference also corresponds to the origin of the church.
The church originated from an ancient scholar system. Before it became the state religion five years ago, they had existed as a scholar organization for many years. Those scholars who led the most cutting-edge academic system of the era, With in-depth research in almost all fields, they discovered something that did not belong to this civilization during a certain archaeological activity.
That was a previous era that was buried.
Through those things left behind, they thus mastered knowledge beyond this level of civilization.
And it is not difficult to understand why the church has such a humble attitude towards a series of gods that transcend humans, such as the Old Ones and the Outer Gods.
As the motto of the Golden Rule says -
"We were born of the blood of the old gods, became of the blood of the old gods, and died of the blood of the old gods. Our vision Not open enough, fear, the blood of the old gods."
The teachings conveyed by the Golden Rule require believers to be in awe and fear of all transcendent beings above the sequence, and even call themselves servants of God.
Even for old beings like Glachi who were spurned by the gods, the church did not dare to have a hint of rebellion.
This golden doctrine, which has been criticized countless times by Milo, finally has an answer now.
It is not like the traditional religious theory used to control people's thoughts in Milo's memory. The Golden Rule never preaches the theory of retribution in the afterlife, but only reminds the world to be in awe.
Why?
Because they discovered the era in which they were buried.
That is a civilization buried by the gods themselves...
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Also. That was the word "contract" that Milo had always felt familiar.
What are the names of the real top leaders of the church?
"Contract Organization".
An ancient prophecy circulated among them - the disaster that will eventually befall this era.
Everything seems to correspond to what the gods of the Dreamland said.
……
Milo's thoughts were clearer and smoother than ever before.
But at the same time, I also felt heavy pressure.
The things buried under this land seem to be able to cause panic among the gods...
…
“No Old One can resist that temptation. Yes, even you are no exception. Maybe you will stand against me without hesitation now, but one day you will become one of us, Varrokan. This is destined, you can't escape."
"My curse will always be with you, and my followers will be your enemies. Just wait for the turbulent times to come. We will meet again soon. I am looking forward to continuing to play games with you in this world, because, You don’t dare to let the gods know the situation here, right?”
Imnar had a cane in his hand and took a steady step. Step by step, he walked out of the pit of ruins, took out brand new glasses from his arms and hung them on his nose, and continued to say to Milo:
"You saved this city, but you still have to save it countless times. I "
…
"Are you leaving now? You don't think I can do anything about you, do you?
Milo was still slumped in his original position leisurely.
He poked his finger in the direction of the stage.
“You invited me to watch a few good performances before, now I’ll treat you to one too.”
…
Milo stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. .
The crisp sound waves of snapping fingers rippled through the broken opera house.
As the ripples spread, there was also the power of fear.
Invisibly, there seemed to be many thin threads pulling the living people outside the opera house, and they who were originally sleeping began to get up unsteadily.
When the fear deep in their hearts was picked up by Milo, the rules of Meng Yin were already established.
The opera troupe walked back to the opera house with straight bodies and dull faces.
Going around the broken corridor, they walked back to the stage in a single file.
…
Imnar was in no hurry to leave.
It looked at the scene in front of it with a smile. It was not unfamiliar with the dream guide that Milo had mastered, and it stopped leisurely without feeling the slightest crisis. , waiting quietly for what Milo wanted to show him.
Imnar looked at Milo and asked with a smile:
"You are not going to rely on these weak flesh and blood to block my way, are you? They are just the lowest level of human beings."
However, Milo did not answer Imnar's question.
He snapped his fingers again.
The next second, the band on the stage returned to their respective jobs. They took their own instruments and played a strange piece of music.
That melody has no resemblance to the style of any era in this civilization.
The interplay of strings and wind instruments, the ups and downs, and the connection between notes seem to have some kind of power that touches people's hearts.
Obviously that music does not belong to this current human civilization.
......
"Does it sound familiar?"
Milo looked at Imnar, his mouth full of teasing:
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"From the place where the three suns rise..."
Before he finished speaking, Imnar's figure disappeared instantly.
But almost at the same time, Milo also disappeared.
Subsequently, at the door of the Opera House, dazzling arcs of electricity and flashes of light suddenly appeared in the air.
Imnar attempted to escape but was forcibly intercepted by Milo.
Milo suppressed Imnar slowly.
There was an uncontrollable ferocious smile on his face:
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Do you think of any past events?"
"Do you think of your old age? Dad’s tragic experience?”
(End of this chapter)