Chapter 43 Crossing the Ocean
Morse sat on the tiles on the top of the bell tower, leaning against the gilded spire that stretched into the night sky, closing his eyes.
In questioning, he could not get an answer, and he had always been opposed to all corrupt things that manifest themselves and do evil before taking action.
His morality always refuses him to rashly erase the objects that Chaos entrusts when he has the ability to peel off the evil objects of Chaos; while his patience strictly refuses him to endure his anxiety one by one, Carefully examine the mortal's heart and decide which form of purification to use on the mortal in turn.
So he was self-reliant in advance.
Some black cloth strips wrapped around the fingers quietly loosened, and the cold spiritual energy poured out around them. The sharp change in entropy caused the temperature to drop, and the cold air carved crystal frost flowers on the surface of the tiles.
However, thanks to the precise control of the psychic owner, the frost flower took the top of the tower as the center of the circle and only spread out thirteen inches before stopping accurately, surrounding an extremely standard circle.
If someone can infinitely magnify the tip of the frost flower at this time and peer down to the tiniest structure of frozen water vapor, then he will discover that every bend and outline is a component of countless ancient runes. .
These countless runes fall like heavy objects, attracting each other with magnets, automatically responding to the call of the psionic owner, as if they were rubbed out from the master plate in the psionic owner's body, forming a leaf. The round boat lifted him into the sky above the vast ocean, and he stared at each other across the bottom of the boat with a vast and boundless vast nothingness.
Morse opened his eyes, his body did not move, but his spirit stepped on the surface of the colorful sea of living beings.
He seemed to be rising extremely slowly, but the next moment he was already outside the entire planet of Olympia.
The planet, which is extremely large compared to an individual human being, shrunk into a round colored glass bead within the field of vision, and the surface of the planet that was originally covered with mountains and rubble turned into a vast ocean with surging undercurrents.
He saw the lamps extinguishing in the depths of the ocean, and the lamps gradually lighting up in the darkest and brightest places, blocking the rising tide of darkness. Burnt cotton threads were buried in the wick.
Countless souls think that they are the performers of activities, but that activity is only carried to completion by the surge of nature.
The endless dark void and the light of reality erode each other to create all kinds of colorful colors. Just like the countless other planets in the vast galaxy that are scattered randomly like beads and broken chains, the tide is rolling, coming and going, in Eternally balanced in competition.
Morse blinked, his perspective locked, and layers of redundant patterns peeled away from his observations.
Olympia re-magnified in his perception, becoming a spherical projection similar to a divination crystal sphere.
All his distracting thoughts were cleared before he started observing, because he would take the initiative to touch the edge of the fallen will, and the desireless person is the most unpalatable piercing knife for hungry things. .
His thoughts became pure and sharp, and he cautiously plunged into the sea of emotions, pursuing those particularly manic, changing, turbid, and extreme breaths.
Perhaps it was the next second, or it was the previous second, an extreme sweetness suddenly surged from the tip of his tongue, like the thickest honey and the strongest spice, rushing towards his will in an instant.
The tip of a sword with runes like gold cut off the invisible object. Morse immediately walked against the edge of this erotic fragrance. In one breath, he seemed to be in Kaldis thousands of miles away.
In the artificial crystal hall with six empty seats, the six chief priests are in the east and west. The goddess of life and blessings looks down on the earth with a golden face of mercy, eliminating people's trembling and anxiety, and only harboring great compassion and great kindness. With bliss.
No matter whether the previous divine religion was a purely well-intentioned native religion, or whether it was really the tentacles of the Prince of Darkness, from this moment on, it was, is, and will always be.
This fishy fragrance is still being gestated and has not yet been born into the real universe. It spreads from the sacred mountain of Kaldis, the origin of the divine religion, through the spring of the goddess's birth.
This is the best time to eradicate pollution. Morse's black robe billows in the nonexistent wind. The cold golden sigil emerged from his robes. Without wasting a moment, his thoughts followed the six empty seats, tracing the whereabouts of the six chief priests of the divine sect.
He heard laughter whispering in his ears, male and female voices, old people and young children, their joy was real, and its joy followed him like a shadow.
But this trick never had any appeal to him. It didn't take long before the curtain began to sway in the blazing wind before he got used to lying on the wicker chair and drying himself.
"The usurper's accomplice..." the young voice sang to him in a low voice, and then turned into a sweet and spiteful chant, "Why should we take him away too! We can no longer see clearly. He is dead, the soul of steel and the echo of iron..."
"We remember you, nothingness..." She sobbed softly, "What can you pay for this heir to repay him? The debt of birth..."
Morse ignored the thing.
The only thing he needs to care about is controlling his power, lest he tear a hole in the curtain of this place before the great pain annihilates the world.
The first priest of the cult is in Kaldis. He was having a lively conversation with the tyrant.
There was a text message lying flat on the sand table beside them. The letter paper was as soft as gauze and as pale as snow. It was definitely beyond the reach of Kaldis’ current technology; in fact, there was only one country in Olympia at the moment. There is such a level of technology.
Morse immediately crushed his soul and sealed the remaining contaminated units that were temporarily inconvenient to decompose in invisible ice. He ignored the horrified call of the Tyrant of Kaldis and the expectations from all around and left alone. .
In the real universe, a crystal gem appears in the center of the palm wrapped in black cloth that transforms into thousands of brilliance, but makes people feel dirty and frightened for no reason.
The second officiant was in Akers, giving a passionate preaching in the military camp. Morse noticed that Camp Ax was empty, at least half of it. He also killed this man.
He already knew the dilemma Perturabo was about to face, but he would be surprised if the boy could not solve it.
The third priest was traveling in the wilderness of the mountains. Morse confirmed that he was still on the road to an unknown destination, so he killed him.
The fourth officiant fell into the endless joy of the night, and Morse killed him.
The location of the fifth officiant made Morse almost laugh. Of course, a religion that talks about fearing doomsday and judgment every day is undoubtedly closely related to the black doomsday itself.
He killed the fool who was sending a message to the Olympia satellite through one of the few remaining communication beepers.
As for the satellite itself, the stark contrast between the stability of reality and the unlimited behavior there is laughable.
He did not intend to forcefully conflict with their anti-psionic heritage derived from dark technology before he was fully prepared - especially since he had other important matters at the moment.
The remaining breath of the sixth officiant is particularly fragrant, like dream and dew, pure and beautiful. Morse's restless pursuit continued until he located the specific location of this person.
He opened his eyes, took a quick breath, put the five gems in his hand into a black cloth bag that appeared out of thin air, and jumped down from the top of the bell tower.
Thanks to the boss of Kudeng Night Talk orz
(End of this chapter)