Chapter 812 Golden Tyrant
The end of a week is like the last darkness before dawn being pierced, but there is a surging surging in the quiet.
Since the earthly courtyard descended on the 5th world, the rules of this abyss have been completely broken.
The robber camp was shocked by the power of the heavenly-based weapons and almost in just a few days, all the forces of the non-orderly and kind camp evacuated quickly and rushed to a deeper plane, like frightened insects The group fled in a hurry like natural enemies.
In various fields of Depth 5, Hugh Abraham's name spread quickly, but it was not in a tone of reverence, but was mixed with deep fear and resentment.
Scholars from all over the world recorded this turmoil that swept through Depth 5 as "Chronicle of Psychology: The Precursor of the Abyss Eruption". There is a passage written in blood under the title, telling a nearly cursed warning:
【The disaster of the Golden Tyrant has arrived in the heavens and all worlds!
He is the master of the abyss, but he is wearing the cloak of light.
He calls himself the Redeemer, but what he does is far more crazy and cruel than our gods.
Remember, if the creatures in the heavens and all worlds do not resist the tyrant immediately, countless plane hubs will be destroyed and countless lives will be killed.
The flag of the abyss will float on every lost plane, and the flag is engraved with a cold face, which is the symbol of the golden tyrant—─】
The author of this passage is a Named Elderard Ursan, the exiled elf prophet with a pointed ear, his words are filled with madness mixed with resentment and fanaticism.
He is an exile and one of the remains of [Elf Royal Court].
As a former prophet of the royal court, he personally experienced the war between the kingdom of heaven and the Olegent Empire against the [Elf Royal Court]. This hatred has been with him for hundreds of years and has long been engraved into his bones.
He compared the arrival of the courtyard with the war of that year and portrayed Hugh Abraham as a conqueror in the cloak of light, whom he regarded as the second Mu in the kingdom of heaven.
He called on the creatures in the heavens and all worlds to unite, resist the invasion of the Abyss, resist the dive of the abyss, and stop the outbreak of the abyss.
He said:
[The Maharaja of the Abyss and his demons are about to descend to all realms. They wear armor of blood and iron, calling themselves "angels" and "sons of the courtyard."
All creatures that resist them will be swallowed by their flames.
The so-called sons of the courtyard, their thoughts are filled with the tyrant's fanaticism, sweeping the world with the creed of the golden tyrant.
They are the pioneers of the outbreak of the abyss and fears that cannot be reached by the creatures.
The great gods once blocked the abyss on the land of Terra. They used their great power to create a crystal-like sealing barrier, imprisoning the demons of the abyss in an ancient planet called Terra.
But now, there are loopholes in the seal. The demons who should have been hiding in the seal are beginning to move under the auspices of the new Abyss Lord. They are walking in the reality of the abyss in the name of angels, trying to seize the heavens. boundary!
The demons' kindness defiled the sacred tree of the royal court, and used the turbid finance to implement the sacred tree, dragging the heavens and all worlds, deceiving the gods, confusing all living beings, and escaping the seal.
Everyone, don’t be confused by the turbid golden tree!
We should immediately unite and drive the abyss back to Terra again, wash the sacred tree, and let the light return! ! ! 】
The elf prophet's words aroused the fear and wavering of some forces, but more of them were sarcastic sarcasm to the exile. "Hehe, he said it nicely. If he really has the courage to resist, why don't he take the lead in charge?"
The gang of raiders hidden in depth 5, for this elf prophet The speech sneered.
They knew better than anyone how the reputation of the Golden Tyrant was established-the light of that day-based weapon not only illuminated the base of the raiders, but also made everyone realize that no matter how they hid, they No one can resist that absolute power.
"One lock of the heaven-based weapon is enough. Who wants to try it?"
"If you have the ability, he will choose the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven by himself, don't open his mouth."
The raiders made decisions at the same time: destroy all devices that can track their coordinates and erase any traces of identity and location that may be exposed.
They lurked in a deeper world like prey, completely disappearing into vision.
They not only verbally mocked Eldrad's incitement, but also were very honest in their actions, and everyone chose to retreat without exception.
The warning of the elf prophet Eldrad spread among the various hidden forces.
His language is full of hatred and fear, depicting the earthly courtyard as a symbol of the arrival of the abyss and Hugh Abraham as a golden tyrant.
He hopes that all creatures will unite and now expel the forces of heaven back to Terra, and calls on everyone not to be confused by the [Golden Tree]. The so-called Ivy War is essentially a war that should not exist. The creatures in all worlds should wash the [Golden Tree] and avoid fighting each other.
He never stopped.
The Elf Prophet himself knew that his incitement could not achieve immediate results, but he didn't care.
He is an old elf and an exile. He knows that his words are destined to not change the situation immediately, but he can plant seeds of resistance to the abyss for the heavens and all realms.
He continued to wander among the worlds with his pitiful followers.
He still tried to gather more forces to unite under the name of "resisting the atrocities of the abyss".
He used his spiritual power to burn his warning messages on parchment paper and used them to spread them in various hidden gathering places.
However, every time the elf prophet lobbies, there is a deep fear hidden.
He knew that the hunter of heaven would eventually find him, and that the golden tyrant would not allow such a voice to spread freely.
He was escaping and lobbying, and every word he threw was a gambling he made in the face of time.
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The heavens and all worlds, depth 5·The earthly courtyard.
In the courtyard, it was as calm as usual.
Simulate the projection of the sunlight through the sky and sprinkles on every corner of the courtyard, warmly stroking the buildings, land and busy people.
In this calm atmosphere, in the principal's office built by the principal himself in the courtyard, Xia Xiu was holding a piece of parchment in his hand.
This parchment paper carved the content called "The Theory of Psychic Disasters". The words exuded a faint strange luster, and the text was filled with special psychological maternal mom.
——It can make readers resonate involuntarily, and even begin to identify with their content in their subconscious mind.
Next to Xia Xiu, Vice President and Prime Minister of the Administration, Touls, held his hands in his chest and his eyes were as calm as usual;
Information and spies stood quietly in the first week, with a serious expression;
>And the commander of the Imperial Guard Broly stood a little further, with his arms folded on his chest, his eyes drooping, as if waiting for an order.
Xia Xiu gently flicked the parchment in his hand, but it seemed that he was not affected by the inflammatory content on it.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a strange handicraft rather than a hostile manifesto.
"The contents on this parchment..."
Yi Zhou walked forward, lowered his head slightly, handed the document in his hand to Xia Xiu, and reported it calmly but firmly:
"It It is spreading viral to the depths of the heavens and all worlds.
I have traced several organizations and forces responsible for the spread within Depth 5, and have asked the Secretary-General to warn him through diplomatic means by the Authority. They.
At present, they have indeed become honest and dare not promote the spread. "But..." Yi Zhou paused, frowned slightly, as if he was considering his words.
"Other communicators hidden deeper, I suspect that there is a greater force behind it that acquiesces, and even directly fund the actions of this elf prophet.
Otherwise, this transmission speed and The strength could never be achieved by an exile with the power of several small gangs."
Xia Xiu lowered his head and glanced at the parchment paper, and his fingertips slowly slid through the emotionally inflammatory words. "The great king of the abyss and his demons are about to come to the world. They wear armor of blood and iron, claiming to be 'angels' and 's sons of the courtyard'...every creatures who resist them, They will all be swallowed by their flames..."
His voice was low and flat, without anger or anxiety, only a casual interest, as if it was just a mere statement of resistance, not a real threat.
He looked up and looked at Touls.
"This elf prophet - Eldrad Ursan, has incited very well."
Xia Xiu's tone was relaxed, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was Nothing to care about the allegations on the parchment.
"However, incitement also requires capital."
Turs held his arm and his eyes fell on the parchment in Xia Xiu's hand, with a bit of cold scrutiny in his eyes.
The fox-eared boy's voice was as calm and sarcastic as ever:
No mistakes, one song, one song, one content, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Indeed, he mastered some incitement methods, such as emotional manipulation, psychological maternal implantation, and content selection 'skills'. However, he is just a deceiving those who are simple-minded and have a swaying position. It's just a mob."
Xia Xiu looked at the parchment in his hand with a smile, and his fingers flicked the edge of the paper, as if he was sending out a little unthreatening bug.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the intelligence spy on the side for the first day of the week, and asked casually: "Vito, what do you think?"
Yei Zhou took a step forward and stood in Xia He slimly, reached out to gesture around his neck, and made a decisive action of wiping his neck.
The tone was cold and direct:
"Do it——"
Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by this straightforward answer.
Vito continued, his tone slowing down slightly: "But before that, we have to see what he wants to do.
For example , what is on this parchment...it can tell us in advance what some people think of the courtyard."
Vito glanced down at the parchment, and a chill flashed in his eyes: >
"If the purpose of spreading such speech is to divide the world and use the turmoil of the deep world to counter the actions of the kingdom of heaven, then the organizations and funders who convey this information—"
He paused After a moment, he looked up at Xia Xiu, his voice became a little cold: "It has crossed the red line."
Xia Xiu gently put the parchment back on the table, and his fingers slowly and rhythmically hit the smooth ones. On the tabletop, the crisp sound echoed in the quiet room.
Every knock seemed to have a deep thought, as if he was using this method to sort out the lines of thinking.
His eyes drooped, with a faint light in his eyes, thinking about a complicated situation, and that smile was still hanging on the corner of his lips.
The smile was gentle, but there was no trace of warmth. Instead, it made people feel a subtle cold, which made the air in the room solidify a little at this moment.
He stopped knocking, his eyes slowly raised, focusing on Tours and Vito.
The smile did not dissipate at all, but instead seemed more calm, even with an unpredictable indifference.
The tone was as calm as usual, but it also contained a pressure that could not be ignored:
"Continue to investigate."
His words are short, but they contain commands that cannot be ignored.
"Especially those forces that fund the spread of these remarks. I want to know who is acquiesced and even promoting the spread of these remarks."
He paused, his tone became slightly lighter , even with a hint of indifferent calmness: "As for Eldrad..." Xia Xiu's smile deepened, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "You can do it yourself. ”
He looked at Tours and A Zhou, a subtle light flashing in his eyes.
"If you want to dispatch students in the courtyard, remember to talk to hope."
"She was forming the courtyard political commissar recently, and Joseph and Tukhachevsky chose her Two representatives of the Political Commissar.
The civil servant organization in the courtyard was also the beginning. Alaz will serve as the clerk of the courtyard and the representative of the civil servant organization. "
"The current student dispatch is all very careful. Saved out."
He paused and couldn't help laughing.
"So, if you want someone, she has to make a note."
Turs stood at the table, staring down at the short golden hair in front of him, with a golden luster on the tabletop. He casts a soft light and shadow, shook his head helplessly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You really make you work overtime until you die."
He reached out and touched the fox's tail behind him, and his tail swayed gently, silently expressing the dissatisfaction of the social animals.
Xia Xiu did not look up. He was still focused on flipping through the documents in front of him, frowned slightly, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.
His expression revealed a strong smell of social animals, but his eyes still showed a hint of undetectable calmness and clarity.
"There is really no way..."
His voice was a little helpless, but it was still calm. "There are only 300 students in Phase I, and I hope they will be misappropriated people who will demolish the east wall and repair the west wall.
And today is the day the students choose. Even if one of the three hundred people is missing, she might have to cry for a day. "
Turs raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a playful meaning surged into his heart:
"This is really a headache. Do you think these students will sign a contract? "
There was a hint of imperceptible teasing in his words, as if he had guessed the choice of most students.
Xia Xiu gently put down the documents in his hand, and his eyes finally moved from the desktop. Opened, swept over Tours, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It depends on themselves."
"After all, the most precious treaty content I can promise them is..."
"——The soul returns to the Iron Crown."