Klein nodded at Alice and then told the Yuecheng people:
"You retreat at least a hundred meters."
The high priest Nime did not hesitate, and he immediately agreed and led the people of Yuecheng to retreat.
Seeing this, Alice didn't say anything else. She stared at Klein and waited for Klein's next move.
After the extraordinary people in the Moon City withdrew enough distance, Klein reached into the void with his right hand and quickly dragged out a self. After looking at Alice, he finally had no choice but to disappear, but was closer to her.
Immediately afterwards, Klein's historical pore image walked in front of the frozen gray-white mist, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on it.
"?" Alice looked at Klein in surprise, "Do you think..."
Klein didn't say anything. His historical pore images stared for two seconds before opening his mouth, pressing his voice, chanting in Chinese:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
The mist in front of him did not respond, and there was silence, Alice glanced at him and shook her head.
Klein waited for a minute, and then asked the historical projection to whisper:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;
"Fu Sheng Xuan Huang God;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
This is the complete spell... Alice blinked her eyes lightly, and her spirituality was suddenly touched, but the scene in front of her was so clear that she did not need spiritual reminders.
——The gray-white mist surged again.
The boiling gray mist blew up huge ripples visible to the naked eye, and the ripples spread out layer by layer, overlapping each other, outlining a door that was looming.
Alice's breathing suddenly became rapid. She stared at the door that was about to be formed, her posture was not much better than that of the residents of Yuecheng.
However, the ripples finally calmed down, and the door did not take shape. Alice looked at the gray fog that had calmed down again and walked over, interrupting Klein, who wanted to try again, and told him:
"I'll do it."
As she said this, she placed her hands on the gray barrier.
This is not the first time Alice touched the barrier. She had no idea, but just slowly closed her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, Klein let the historical projection put down his hand and stood aside, and the body directly penetrated into the historical hole and disappeared.
Alice ignored him, she closed her eyes, recited the spell as similarly as possible, and even imitated Klein's accent:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;
"Fu Sheng Xuan Huang God;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
The gray and white mist surged violently again. In the spiritual vision, Alice once again saw the semi-finished "door" and...
Silver...
There was a flash of silver light behind the unformed door. Alice couldn't help but recite it again. She recited the mantra many times to make the unformed "door" exist as long as possible, trying to confirm that it was not her own illusion.
The "door" did not become clear because of this, but the silver light was indeed not an illusion. It was just that the spirituality could not penetrate the semi-finished door. When it touched the thing behind it, it could even see a ring that appeared faintly at the moment of contact.
Alice couldn't see clearly, but she remembered what she saw on the blue-black light gate of "Source Castle" when Kline was promoted to "Ancient Scholar".
But this is not right...
Alice bit her lip, opened her eyes, and frowned at the mist.
I always feel like I'm missing something...
Her eyes were cold and she was about to pull her hands back, but the expression on her face suddenly froze. Then, she calmed down and used force suddenly-
No movement.
Her hands seemed to be welded to this grayish-white mist, no, not just that...
Alice's face was completely frightened. She realized that there seemed to be an invisible force sucking her into the mist, and the force was not aimed at her body, but her soul and her consciousness!
The feeling of the soul being forced out of the body was not comfortable. If we were to describe it in one word, Alice felt that it was probably "pain", although she felt that human pain might not allow them to touch this form of pain.
Following her intuition, Alice desperately tried to pull her soul back and press it tightly into her body, but it seemed to be futile. She wanted to grit her teeth, but was frightened to find that her body was no longer so easy to control, and she seemed to be less likely to use her strength.
The fog was surging, and Alice felt that the purpose of the fog now was not to form a door, but to wrap her, swallow her, and lock her up... My grass, "Lord of Mystery" you are sick!
Alice didn't care about the fear of the "Mysterious Lord". She took a break from her busy schedule and cursed the "Mysterious Lord" in her heart, and then did the only thing she could do:
"Grisha help me!"
——She chose to shout for help.
At this moment, Alice was extremely glad that she had asked the name of "Real Creator" before, and "Real Creator" also introduced herself understandingly. Otherwise, she would not have thought that she could pronounce a long period of honorable name at this time.
Just like she didn't think it would be useful to call Leodro.
This sound seemed to touch something. Alice felt her soul be wrapped in a dark, filthy, and depraved breath. She fell to the ground, her body collapsed weakly. Before her consciousness relaxed, she could only hear a voice:
"Go to the 'Giant Court' and take the first blasphemy slate.
"Let the mystery push the door, and...
"Take the people on this land before the opportunity comes."
Then, she fell into a deep darkness.
...
The brush dipped in pigment and wandered on the wall, quickly outlining a girl with a silver body and a black square unknown object.
The hand holding the brush is slender and beautiful. Just looking at that hand makes people feel that this must be a beauty.
This is true. The beauty put down her brush, her silver eyes were cold and indifferent, and her soft silver hair swayed with His movements, but He ignored it and stared at her unfinished painting.
"It seems that something is missing..." He murmured, looking at the wall in front of him, and after pondering for a few seconds, he slowly looked to the east, as if he wanted to see something through the many obstacles "but it seemed that he couldn't finish the drawing..."
He stood up, and the silver-white feathers of light spread out from behind him. He suddenly flew out of the house and crossed the sky above the city, but no one noticed Him.
...
The young man with long-haired hair looked at the ice cream handed to him, swallowed hard, and looked at the young man with curly hair licking the ice cream behind the ice cream truck, and asked with a stiff expression:
"When did you change your career to make ice cream?"
"I changed my career very early," the curly-haired young man smiled, "My close friend wants to eat the ice cream I made."
"..." The long-haired young man's face was filled with the smell of wanting to speak but stopping.
The curly-haired young man didn't care. He put down the ice cream that no one had taken and said with a smile:
"I let you out and let you go and play with her, but she ran to my house...Is this your provocation, Will?"
"...I don't!" Will defended loudly, "I don't know about this at all!" "Hiss," curly young, took a breath, "Then you are not qualified to be a toy, and you don't even know where the owner has gone~"
Will Toy Anssetin choked up in one breath, and suddenly felt powerless and didn't know what to say, so He said with a depressed face:
"Even if I know you sent me out to be a toy, you don't have to say that... Amon, when I heard people talk about you, weren't you the same style?"
Amon laughed softly, shook his head and said:
“Well…
"At least, I didn't have three points of disdain, three points of coldness, but I grabbed your hands with a smile and lifted your chin..."
"…?" Will felt that he didn't understand, "What did you say?"
"Well, I said..." Amon wanted to repeat it again in a good mood.
Will's expression suddenly stopped. He ignored the fear brought by Amon for a moment, and his head suddenly turned to the east, frowning fiercely.
"What's wrong with you, my ally?" Amon said in a false way.
"...Can you take me back to your house again?" Will said hesitantly after a moment of silence, with a slight confusion in his eyes, "I think something seems to be calling me there..."
"Call?" Amon raised his eyebrows and repeated it.
"Maybe it was an opportunity..." Will said hesitantly.
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This is true, He is 100% sure that what he is calling him is indeed an opportunity, and an opportunity to become God. The only question is - who is the opportunity to become God?
Worry passed through Will's eyes, and He swept around him uneasyly, but Amon seemed to be unaware of anything and smiled sincerely:
"That's great, my ally.
"I don't have to worry about who of you makes a potion and pour it into each other's mouth~"
"?" Will Ansitin looked at Amon with a look of looking at the devil, "I'm fine, she... no, even if He acts... it's unique at least. Can you make Him a potion and pour it into my mouth?"
"It's really difficult," Amon nodded sincerely, "so I decided to make you a potion."
Will Anssetin's movement suddenly froze, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from His forehead. He had no doubt that Amon's words were His most sincere words so far.
...
Klein lets the historical projection catch Alice.
He naturally noticed something wrong with Alice. When Alice recited the spell over and over again, he realized that if Alice had not noticed something, it would be that something was wrong with some link.
However, judging from the results, there is a high probability that something went wrong...
The historical projection frowned and looked down at Alice, and he noticed the dark and filthy aura of depravity. Needless to say, he also knew who the aura came from - it must be the "real creator".
So, is Grisha the real name of the "real creator"? This seems to be a Russian name. Could it be the name before the "Ancient Sun God" traveled through time...
Klein looked at Alice, felt the remaining filthy breath, and gave up the dangerous idea of shouting to give it a try.
Instead of letting the body appear, hesitantly glanced at his secret puppet, pulled out a bed from the historical projection, put Alice on it, and covered it with a quilt.
He knew that Alice's clothes were illusory, so he did not do any extra moves and walked to Nime, the high priest of Moon City, and said perfunctorily to him:
"It's not yet the right time to open it in the oracle, and there are more than ten years left.
"The person who went back before should tell you that I will stay here for a while to spread the will of my Lord, and to do treatment once a day, and…"
He looked at the mushrooms behind him and then added:
"Distribute mushrooms to those who will listen, and take the believers of our Lord out of this cursed land."
Nime nodded and replied:
"Adar and the others have told me partly that when I go back, I will ask them for details.
"At the same time, I will convey your words to everyone..."
Neme took the team behind him to leave the barrier. Klein looked at Alice who was sleeping and frowned slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he began to roast and grow mushrooms.
...
Alice had a dream.
She dreamed of a silver river, warm and beautiful, like the embrace of her mother, she was floating inside, floating...
Suddenly, she smelled a seductive sweetness, and she couldn't help licking her lips and searched for it along the sweetness.
So she continued to float and float, but unlike before, she is now consciously floating.
The fragrance became closer and stronger, so the saliva spread more and more. She tried her best to lick her saliva while drifting hard.
Finally, she saw it-what was that?
Alice leaned over and looked at her with black hair, open her pair of grape-like black eyes. Before she could even take a closer look, the little girl grabbed her and stuffed her into her mouth.
"?"
This is not a good thing. Alice feels something is wrong, and she struggles violently, screaming to run away.
"Help, help!"
Accompanied by a burst of excitement, Alice felt a sharp pain in her body.
She opened her eyes...wait, why did she open her eyes?
Alice blinked blankly, and she turned her head to look at the bed next to her, sniffed the fragrance in the air, and then looked at Klein who was roasting mushrooms, and finally understood the status quo.
——She got out of bed!
Alice climbed up from the ground silently, patting the ashes on her body while pretending nothing had happened:
"Good morning."
Klein didn't say anything. He looked at Alice silently for a few seconds before nodding:
"Good morning."
Alice then jumped over to pick up mushrooms. Klein spread a picnic cloth taken out of the historical projection on the ground, and the mushrooms were piled on it. Alice pulled out a snow-white mushroom from it, then sat next to Klein, and reached out and said without seeing it:
"Mug."
After thinking for a moment, Klein did not hand over the cup, but asked a question:
"∫(1/sinx)dx=?" (The end of this chapter)