Chapter 671 Double Ceremony
【Imaginary thought of a ring】
Mission description: After experiencing the erosion of endless time, you are now the eternal you. You have completed profound accumulation in an unknown corner. You have understood the true meaning of the cycle of destiny and plan to take the last step before ascending to the gods.
Mission Objective: The Ouroboros symbolizes a closed loop of destiny. You need to fabricate a complete destiny, let this destiny actually interfere with reality, change major processes or events at this stage, and complete the closed loop in history.
(Note: The greater the impact and the more perfect the closed loop is, the stronger the feedback from the ritual will be, and the faster the authority will be digested...the success rate of promotion is related to this.)
Chen Lun looked at [Ouroboros]'s promotion task and couldn't help but look solemn.
He frowned slightly and took a deep breath.
‘Imagine a destiny that is used to change the course of major events in today’s timeline, and at the same time create an “echoing” relationship with past history? ’
In my mind, I tried my best to interpret the requirements of the task.
However, it was discovered that the difficulty of promotion to Sequence One was probably much higher than that of [Anonymous].
Not only are the descriptions general, they are also difficult to implement.
Chen Lun sat quietly on the white throne and pondered for a long time.
In the end, it was a sigh.
‘I’m afraid it’s not realistic to come up with a complete plan in a short time. Let’s take it slow and prepare for a while longer. ’
The matter was important, and he planned to prepare well.
Chen Lun stood up, and his pale robe changed, returning to the image of a black dress.
"Ronan, Douglas."
He called softly.
"Your Majesty, King Cang."
The hat boy and the tongue-tied Earl suddenly appeared from both sides behind him, lowering their heads in great respect, following him like two competent retinues.
"Come with me."
Chen Lun said, took off his black top hat and handed it out casually.
The hat boy hurriedly stepped forward, raising his hands high like a living coat rack, holding up Lord Cang Wang's hat.
"Yes."
The two responded quickly.
Chen Lun nodded, slowly walked down the steps of the White Throne, and walked on the Tianyuan.
On the endless green grassland, the breeze blows from time to time, giving people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
Chen Lun's eyes scanned through Tianyuan, overlooking all parts of the fairyland below.
He saw that in the Cathedral of Dawn, Magi was wearing holy makeup, a gray nun's robe, and a bamboo hat, leading many believers in loudly singing hymns about the gods in the fairyland.
The humming church organ serves as the background sound, which is sacred and solemn.
The voices of people singing loudly echoed in the church.
"Under the Tianyuan, there are towering mountains, lush flowers and grass, dancing shadows of trees, clear streams flowing, fish playing, the sky blue and high, and clouds lingering..."
Among the crowd were two students, Ahsoka and Feliciano, as well as white cats, black cats and ordinary residents of Wonderland.
"Great Cang King, in your arms, I forget the worries of the world and feel infinite love. Every moment is beautiful... There are herds of cattle and sheep on the grass, the shepherds are playing music, the birds are fragrant, and we are whispering, talking and laughing. The wonderland is colorful and dreamlike..."
Every believer has a peaceful and pious smile on his face and sings from the heart.
Chen Lun's expression was gentle.
I also caught a glimpse of Anton outside the church, listening to hymns and playing with Babu, Bib, and Dingding. Noah sat quietly by the door painting, recording the scene in the cathedral.
In the attic of the White Tower, Carmen was studying an ancient magic book at her desk.
Martin Gustus was smelting various mythological materials in the church basement, concentrating on making a set of women's dresses...
Everything was so peaceful and quiet.
"Come with me to visit Mr. Angela."
Chen Lun withdrew his gaze and said softly.
The hat boy and the tongue-tied Earl couldn't help but be stunned.
Angela?
The true god of magic, Mr. Jing Yao? !
The two ancient gods didn't know what they thought of, and their whole bodies trembled.
"Yes...yes, Your Majesty, Prince Cang."
Chen Lun smiled when he saw this.
He knew that in the ancient era, Huan Gong, Jing Yao, Sheng Shu, Guang Guang and Giant had the best relationship. The other ancient gods could only rely on them to survive. The hat boy and the tongue-tied Earl were probably taught a lesson.
But Chen Lun didn't bother to pay attention to the mood of these two guys.
He went to visit Mr. Jing Yao this time, hoping to get some advice and inspiration from him... As the most knowledgeable and wise god of magic, Mr. Angela would definitely be able to give him correct advice.
In this way, Chen Lun can be more confident in completing the promotion ceremony of "taking it as a ring".
As he stepped forward, Chen Lun's figure disappeared.
Also disappearing at the same time were the hat boy and the arrogant earl.
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When Chen Lun came to the Gate of Sleep again, there was no one there.
Lady Sigh no longer guards this place.
He took two of the ancient god's followers and walked straight through the gate and entered the dream world.
Along the way, the dream creatures and pollution creatures along the way were unable to notice the existence of the three of them, even if they passed by them.
After entering the "Crystal Mountains" area, he went down from the huge crack in the depths and reached the "abyss" under the mountains. Here, he saw a familiar sight...a blue crystal cave that filled his field of vision.
The dim and deep environment echoed with the singing voices of thousands of mouths, filled with a mixture of solemn and crazy rhythms and tones.
That's the song from the god of murals...
Chen Lun looked up and saw a man wearing a velvet blue robe, leaning lazily against the stone wall, holding an ancient parchment scroll and reading.
On the other side of him is the out-of-control mural god Clarenzo, who is floating in the dome in the form of a mythical creature, neither daring to approach nor willing to leave.
"It's that guy from Clarenco...it's so miserable. He's been wandering here since he went crazy."
"It's so tragic."
The hat boy and the tongue-tied Earl exchanged words in a low voice.
Chen Lun glanced at the huge floating head from afar, then saluted the man in robe under the rock wall, stroking his chest.
"Mr. Angela."
"It's Jack, come here."
The short-haired man stopped reading and raised his head, smiled slightly, waved to Chen Lun and said.
Chen Lun agreed and stepped forward quickly.
"I haven't come to visit 'Little Kelso' for a long time... I just happened to be reading here."
Mr. Jing Yao turned his head, looked at the floating behemoth, and said calmly.
Chen Lun understood that "Keso" was Mr. Angela's nickname for his subordinate god "Clarenzo".
"I heard that His Majesty Clarenço once fought against a clay figure, but after losing, he lost control and went crazy... Sir, can he still be saved?"
He followed Mr. Jingyao's words and asked in a deep voice.
Angela raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Lun.
"There is no hope."
Mr. Jingyao said calmly.
"This is the collapse of faith and anchorage. Kelso's last trace of humanity is only retained by his emotional obsession with Xiao Fei... If one day in the future, the eternal sleeper Sebastian Pardo wakes up, or maybe... If he falls, Kelso will disappear with the dream world.”
Chen Lun fell into silence.
In the entire cave, there were only endless chants and Clarenzo's mumbled words:
"Fei...Fei Lei..."
Chen Lun felt inexplicably heavy.
If in the future, I fail when facing the Seven Gods or even the Old Outer Gods, I am afraid that my end will be much more miserable than that of Clarenzo...
"Jack, you came to me, presumably for the promotion ceremony of [Ouroboros]?"
Mr. Jing Yao's vast and deep eyes examined him for a few seconds, and then he spoke.
Chen Lun's eyes flashed with surprise, and he immediately responded:
"Yes, Mr. Angela, I am confused about this and I hope you can give me some advice."
"Well..."
Mr. Jing Yao nodded.
After a short pause, He continued to speak:
"Jack, since the birth of the sequence path, the existence of rituals has only been to help the digestion of knowledge and accumulation...Theoretically, promotion can be completed even without rituals."
"I know, sir."
Chen Lun said softly.
Mr. Jing Yao showed a faint smile.
"So on the other hand, if the ceremony can be over-completed, you can naturally get greater feedback and benefit endlessly... The promotion ceremony of Destiny Sequence One is unique, that is, it completes the closing loop of the historical process. My suggestion is that you You can try to end the war of the century.”
"The war to end the century..."
Chen Lun looked thoughtful.
It was he who killed the Sun King Andre with his own hands, which greatly reduced the empire's strength. The three major affiliated kingdoms took the opportunity to besiege it, and this set off a century-old war on the Sun Continent that continues to this day.
The Seven Gods do not care about human beings, and the Lie Father even uses mortals as containers for pollution. Chen Lun is determined to end all this, so he adopts the strategy of "long-term pain is worse than short-term pain".
Now, taking action to end the war by oneself will not only bring an end to the entire major event process and form a closed loop, but also reshuffle the beliefs and temporarily reduce the persecution of the seven gods on the world.
"I think I understand, Mr. Angela."
Chen Lun said thoughtfully.
Next, he asked a few questions to Mr. Jing Yao to supplement the details of the ceremony. Often the other party's simple words could give Chen Lun great inspiration.
After the doubts were almost answered, Chen Lun planned to say goodbye and leave.
However, at this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Chen Lun quickly asked:
"Mr. Angela, if... I arrange two ceremonies at the same time, let them be carried out at the same time under the premise that they meet the requirements, and form a related closed loop with each other, will it take effect?"
"Oh?"
Mr. Jing Yao raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.
"Of course it is possible in theory. Once successful, the feedback several times that of the ritual will be enough to allow you to gain an amazing accumulation in an instant, and it will also help you digest more authority..."
As he said this, He warned:
"But I don't need to tell you that you should also understand that the difficulty of the double sequence one promotion ceremony is far from being as simple as one plus one... Originally, the promotion of sequence one was extremely difficult, so now..."
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Mr. Jing Yao shook his head and said no more.
"At least throughout history, no slave god has been promoted in this way...Jack, I suggest you make a cautious decision."
Unexpectedly, Chen Lun smiled.
"As long as it's feasible... Mr. Angela, of course I want to act safely, but time will not wait for me. In less than twenty years, my father will be completely out of control. By then, the ceremony around the island will be destroyed, and the old days will be over. The erosion of the outer gods will be unimpeded... If I cannot master enough power before then, the world will be destroyed."
He said, his voice deepening.
"I have people and things that need to be protected, sir. This is a desperate redemption, and it is also the last attachment to beauty as a human being."
On the side, the hat boy and the tongue-tied Earl lowered their heads and remained silent.
The two of them were slightly shocked in their hearts.
Mr. Jing Yao took a deep look at the man in front of him.
What he could be sure of was that the strong emotion in the other person's eyes did not seem to be fake, but was a unique emotion called "determination" that is unique to human beings.
"Go ahead."
Mr. Jing Yao pondered for a moment and said softly.
His tone was mixed with appreciation and approval.
Even a hint of admiration.
"If you fail, Mia and I will try our best to buy more time for you..."
"Thank you."
Chen Lun took a deep breath, bowed respectfully, and left immediately.
After he leaves.
Mr. Jing Yao did not read anymore, but put his hands behind his back and slowly walked under the suspended huge head.
He raised his head and stared at the huge thing for a long time.
Clarenço was still repeating Frederic's name.
"Thank you for your hard work, little Kelso."
Mr. Jing Yao said softly.
"Your mission has been completed, rest..."
Clarenco, the former magic slave god, Angela's former student, and the god of out-of-control murals, lowered his head.
Under the huge crystal mask, the true face cannot be seen clearly.
But His anchor point protected by love, that ray of humanity, gained the upper hand at this moment, and an old, low and relieved voice came out of his mouth:
"Teacher, please say hello to Fei for me."
"Yes."
Mr. Jingyao smiled and nodded, stretching out his hand.
A brilliant dark blue magic circle bloomed from the dome, interlocking with each other, with tens of millions of small seals embedded inside.
Gentle light fell, and the huge and misshapen head withered like petals, turning into endless dust and scattering.
"It's such a pity that I can no longer travel with you..."
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‘I want to make up two destinies at the same time...’
On the moon, inside the flower shop on the first floor of Apartment No. 7 Denton Street.
A gentleman in a black hat is sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding an ivory white pen and writing on the paper.
Shasha...
The tip of the pen scratches the paper, making a soft sound.
He was concentrating on it, and the ink flowed from the tip of the golden and quenched pen, writing down gorgeous letters one by one. There was a steaming cup of scented tea in his hand, with an elegant fragrance.
Floy, who was wearing a black gauze dress, was sitting across from the small round table, supporting her chin with her white jade hands, tilting her little head, and looking at her lover quietly.
Those purple eyes were filled with happiness and attachment.
The flower shop is still quiet.
A long while.
Chen Lun looked at the two pieces of manuscript paper in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
This is a revised and improved preliminary plan...
His heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.
I am excited and looking forward to this "crazy" arrangement of my own.
The two ceremonies preset by Chen Lun are set in the Sun Continent and the Outer Continent respectively. These two fictional destinies will be unfolded by a key figure.
'Firstly, I will recreate the destiny line of "Scorching Sun" in Wonderland as a blueprint, fictionalize a brand new Arnold Trisul, turn the imaginary into reality, and let him serve as the ritual carrier of the Sun Continent to unify the war and restore disorder. Transform into order, establish a new empire, become the emperor of the new era, and serve as Andre's closed loop... Taking this ritual feedback will not only allow me to be promoted to Sequence One smoothly, but it may also allow Arnold to regain control of the two powers of the sun. Complete another kind of resurrection. ’
Chen Lun looked at the first draft in his hand, his mind racing.
'Secondly, I created another opposite character at the same time, like a mirror image, who was born on the outer continent, and asked her to destroy the stability of the nine empires and bring order to disorder, thus forming a closed loop with Arnold's process... In addition, it is best to let this fictional character walk on the path of the Holy Fire. In this way, when the ceremony is completed, I can perfectly inherit the accumulation of the fictional character through the power of "overlapping destiny". ’
Chen Lun thought carefully about this point.
If you wait until you are promoted to [Ouroboros] and then use the power of "turning reality into emptiness" to create a blank space and follow the path of the Holy Fire, it may be too late.
Except for the years and months required for the promotion ceremony.
How much time does Chen Lun have to let the blank body "grow"?
So "overlap of fate" is very helpful to the plan!
This is completely equivalent to a "rehearsal" in advance. As the GM, Chen Lun set up a separate "non-deletion test" for himself.
At that time, all I need to do is let Blank inherit the power of fictional characters from the outer continent...
"Old...husband?"
At this time, Floy spoke an unfamiliar language in a quiet and ethereal voice...the tone was a little tentative and a little playful.
Chen Lun couldn't help but be stunned.
He raised his head and saw that beautiful but red face.
Floy lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and said:
"Have a drink of tea, husband."
Chen Lun smiled.
This "hometown dialect" was what he taught Floy to say. It was a little fun between the two of them. Although it sounded a little strange, it was always closer.
Chen Lun picked up the tea cup and took a sip. His eyes fell on Floy's face. Looking at her slightly embarrassed expression, he couldn't help but find it interesting.
"Master Jack, some 'astral iris' is added to the scented tea. I checked the information and found that this material can increase the fertility rate of mythical creatures..."
Floy's beautiful eyes moved as she looked into the gentleman's eyes.
There was an expectant expression on his face.
"Are you done with your work?"
"Huh?"
Chen Lun was startled.
The next second, he saw Floy standing up, his little hand already holding his arm, planning to lead him out of the door.
"By the way, Sir Jack, some special postures seem to increase the probability. Floy wants to try it..."
"Ahem, isn't it good in broad daylight?"
"This is the moon, Lord Jack. It is night for twenty-four hours...and if you think it is too bright, Floy can lower the realm of night."
The sound gradually faded away, heading upstairs.
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Continent of the Sun, Sea of Mist in the Far East.
On the vast expanse of sea, there are rough waves and strong winds.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and storms raged in the ocean.
Click! !
A blue-purple lightning flashed across, illuminating his groggy vision.
Two huge deep divers fought bravely in the sea, the waves stirred up, and loud noises continued...the sharp claws wrapped around the arc, tore off the hard fish scales, and blood splashed in the sea water.
The fierce fighting lasted for several hours.
When the head of one of the deep divers was taken off by the opponent, the body sank into the sea, and the storm stopped.
After some time passed.
On the beach of a deserted island dozens of kilometers away, a graceful figure appeared on the sea surface, and she was seen slowly climbing up the beach.
The woman was covered in bruises and blood. Her long flaxen hair was soaked by the sea water and clung to her cheeks. Her pursed lips were bloodless and trembling slightly. She looked quite miserable.
But those blue eyes were extremely determined.
After two staggering steps, the woman could no longer hold on and fell into the sand with a thud.
Her consciousness was a little blurry, and she struggled to put several medium-sequence deep-sea substances tightly clenched in her palms into her mouth, and swallowed them in one gulp.
This is the trophy she gets after killing her opponent, which is enough to further her accumulation.
After a while, the woman passed out.
In her sleep, she appeared in the familiar bay again.
Under the gloomy sky, a huge square stone pillar stood on the sea in the distance, covered with barnacles, seaweed and the remains of marine life.
A fish-headed monster hundreds of meters high clung to it, looking at it indifferently.
"Irina, congratulations, you killed another contestant of the 'Honor Carnival'... Now, including you, there are four people left in the carnival."
The woman named Irina knelt on the ground and crawled towards the sea.
She looked fanatical and spoke with a trembling tone:
"Seeker of Bailiye, Great Heart of the Abyss, His Majesty Dagon... Irina begs you for new guidance."
"Of course, as a blood relative of Lord Abbasiya, Irina, you are qualified to obtain my guidance..."
The voice of the fish-headed giant was thunderous.
The next second, Irina felt a little itchy at the corners of her eyes, and immediately two green-black fish scales grew out, with fine and mysterious patterns on the surface, resembling Bailey leaf characters.
Irina was ecstatic.
She knew that this was the reward and power given by Dagon's crown.
"Go, go fight, go duel, and become the final winner... Only in this way can you obtain the gift of the Father."
The fish-headed giant's voice suddenly appeared in her ears.
Irina's consciousness became blurry again.
After the woman on the shore disappeared, Dagon was still clinging to the giant stone pillar on the sea. There was a trace of expectation and hatred in his bulging, dark eyes that would never close.
"It's almost... Cang Wang, your death is coming soon..."
Dagon's huge webbed claws brushed against his neck.
It was as if the edge of the past still caused him to feel deep pain.
A deserted island in this world.
Irina woke up and found that it was already early morning the next day.
She quickly raised her hand and touched the corner of her eyes, only to touch the cold fish scales, and she was secretly relieved.
Standing up, Irina looked around with her blue eyes.
Three distorted horizons flashed in the southwest and northeast respectively. Two of them almost overlapped and were in the same position, which seemed to indicate something.
"The extreme north of the continent, and the central part of the continent..."
Irina took a deep breath and sneered.
"The final winner must be me!"
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Half a year passed quickly.
It’s the spring of 4429 in the solar calendar.
Fairyland holiday moon.
On the second floor of the apartment at No. 7 Denton Street, Floy stood in front of the kitchen stove, glanced down at her flat belly, and sighed in disappointment.
Then, he took out the fried pork chops from the pot, cut them into strips and placed them on the rice. After pouring a spoonful of black pepper sauce, he picked up the dinner plate and went downstairs.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling window of the flower shop, the upright and elegant figure is still immersed in writing.
This has been the case every day for the past six months.
Floy gently placed the steaming food on the table nearby and poured another glass of milk.
At this time, I heard a low sigh mixed with joy:
"Finally done..."
"Huh?"
Floy raised her pretty eyebrows and turned to look curiously.
But he found that his lover had closed the cap of his pen, and there were two thick, hard-covered "scripts" on the table.
A gold and white engraved book with the words "Ano Trisul" engraved on it.
The other is blue and engraved, with the words "Deni Lucius" tattooed on it.
"Master Jack, are you ready for your ceremony?"
Floy asked in surprise.
Chen Lun stood up from the chair, walked over slowly, and gently held Floy in his arms.
"Well, everything is ready..."
Expectation flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.
It took him half a year to get everything ready and he could finally officially start the promotion ceremony.
"Well, Floy, the food you made still smells so tempting... let's have something to eat before the ceremony begins."
Chen Lun was in a good mood and chuckled.
Floy raised her lips slightly and tied the napkin for him with her own hands.
It’s still a day for Kavin...
It’s so painful! ! !
(End of chapter)