Chapter 45
Morse has never tried to break into the luxurious palace surrounded by rings, and he does not intend to try this time - in fact, he does not know the pleasures of Paradise. Where exactly is the Lord?
So he decided to solve the problem from the core area where the real universe was undergoing changes, that is, the palace of Lokos. Many scents gathered there, and he had smelled enough depravity.
If he could avoid entering the ocean, the curtain that cuts off reality and the invisible sea would be directly stabilized, and he would not have to waste any more energy.
Before Morse went to the palace made of marble and gold, another incident that was happening attracted his attention.
He unhesitatingly directed all his annoyance at being interrupted to the long prince who was too tired to lift and had to drag him to the ground. The specific form was to kick the bastard's spine in half.
The chuckle that lingered around my ears flowed away like fine sand, and the smell of rust brought by the dripping blood gradually became stronger.
"What kind of important instrument are you, child." Morse murmured in a low voice.
The attention that some things paid to Perturabo seemed to be bizarre. He had never seen the thousands of voices behind the curtain consuming power in the real universe in such a concerted manner.
Then, a possibility that was so bad that even if the four wills came at the same time would not be as terrible as this, finally stubbornly poked out from the corner of his thinking that he had subconsciously ignored, and came to his mind. within consciousness.
He wouldn't really be doing it for that guy...
Morse gritted his teeth and cursed at the Seat of Bones with rage.
Damn...
Over tens of thousands of years, he has collected so many dirty words that he even compiled a very thick catalog of them in his mind. He poured out his simple attacks along the self-directed list.
Of course, the words used are not words that can be used for secular communication.
The runes were invisibly released from the black Greek toga. A language older than the old night was the basis for its survival to this day. People once used it to spread their name, so their language was disrupted.
Conceptual blood overflowed from the corner of Morse's mouth. This was not the physical loss that quickly became imperceptible to the naked eye in the real universe.
His defense was so effective that the noise in his ears was almost inaudible. However, he knows that for the gods in the vast ocean, there is one thing they often cannot learn, and that is to stop losses in time.
He needs to conserve some power for their arrival and the stability of the veil here.
The next moment Morse appeared at the side gate of the Lokos capital, and several of the soldiers under the prince's command who were opening the well-defended heavy doors to allow other countries' troops to quietly enter fell to the ground in an instant.
After a brief inspection, Morse destroyed their forms.
Even the Lord of Darkness will not waste his blessings on any vulgar soul who worships under its veil.
Halcon has made full preparations for this treason and usurpation of power. The plan is likely to start with Kaldis murdering the envoy: they cannot fail to know that this will first attract the attention of Olympia at the moment. Perturabo, and his spears and lances that are far superior to the technological level of other countries.
The subsequent escape made others relax their vigilance, and it was more conducive for him to meet with the support of other countries and divine religions outside Lokos, which had a relatively empty army, and cooperate with the responders in the capital inside and outside to control the situation. , attacking the place where the core of power lies.
Considering the limitations of Harkon's own abilities, Morse had to believe that the cult had contributed a lot to it.
And regardless of whether this rebellion was a little favored by the Lord of Colors from the beginning, the current rebel group is obviously inseparable from the power of Chaos.
So it’s good to kill them all. Prince Morse temporarily found a steeple to hang on the top, freeing his hands to speed up the action.
His already pitiful patience wears away faster than the life of the fallen. The number of relatively cumbersome regular psychic uses gradually decreases, and more are so obscure that they are almost unimaginable. The sounds that humans can produce directly pass through the most basic encoding, leveraging the foundation of reality.
Thirty minutes later, Morse decided to give up on his throat temporarily - when a series of mysterious and mysterious sounds shook his vocal cords and caused the torn larynx to recover before he could no longer Say one more word, and all the key holders, attendants, craftsmen, cooks, sweepers, and even high-ranking courtiers, aides, doctors, judges, and writers who are connected to this rebellion will turn into blood from the inside out, and their blood will The golden fire of nothingness was ignited again, and in the outer ring of the illusory flame, there were countless evil souls screaming to death in the swaying light and shadow.
All the night watchmen in the ten bell towers of Lokos died at the same time. The oil lamp held by one of them shines on the wooden steps of the bell tower.
This year's summer was particularly dry, and the bell tower was only half-renovated during last week's renovation due to miscalculations in material distribution. The fire on the wick burned to the bell tower itself, and the wood and stone were mixed. The structure began to crumble.
This cleanup was not limited to the Lokos capital, but also crossed numerous mountains and ridges. On the surface of the entire planet, wherever there were people, there were dead people who suddenly fell to the ground.
Such phenomena caused exclamations and panic everywhere. Countless people screamed and howled. Half of the planet’s night and the other half’s day were filled with a Slap the fallen traitor into eternal death.
Extreme fear and anger are spreading like a disaster in Olympia. Such a wave of emotions is enough to make any unborn person salivate. However, the part of the compound generated instructions used to fight against the erosion of the supreme sky is like the depth of the wave. The steel anchor blocks further detection of the destructive power.
The twinkling of stars in the sky became more and more obvious, and in the deepest darkness of the vast darkness, there were endless voices laughing with joy at the price that a small chess piece added to the chessboard. The chess pieces move around, the chips increase, and everything changes endlessly.
The most favorable condition for Morse now is the relatively superior environment in all aspects of Olympia, which has not been particularly favored in the endless years of the past: there are no excessively intense wars, no food and clothing The harmony of thoughts and desires does not have the desire for excessive technological advancement, nor the foundation of decay.
This planet is far enough away from the boundary of the Veil to limit the large-scale intrusion of the forces of Chaos.
Within Morse's field of vision, blood, fire, and smoke were appearing from multiple directions.
The moment has come when the sun will rise from the sky. The sun is still dark and the moon is bleeding. Things have changed a lot.
The dazzling palace, full of gold, silver and jade, is located in the center of all the hallucinations. Before entering the hall, Morse finally made up his mind and made his last preparation.
He returned to his workshop and uncovered the white cloth, revealing the stone statue he had carved over the years.
Before Perturabo came to the world, he spent three years carving the old image. After the child came to him, the statue was re-engraved, and another ten years passed. This is the most appropriate moment.
Back then, he just wanted to make a piece of art, so he deliberately avoided all the details related to occultism, but if he wanted to make up for it, it would be easy.
He pressed his fingertips on the surface of the statue, and stone fragments flew into the air. In an instant, all the heraldry and images were related to the object represented by the statue, and all the sigils on the blade of the sword he held were redone. Eagle, leaving only the last unfinished rune.
If completed, this blade will light up extremely brightly, like a lighthouse beacon in the night ocean, running through the stars, clearly marking a guiding path.
Morse took out the long sword from the statue's hand, and took the long prince from the previous steeple, and walked towards the palace with these two things.
As a last resort, he will complete the last rune. Of course, he didn't think things would get to that point.
After he stepped into the palace gate, the burning bell tower finally collapsed.
A flock of birds started up and dispersed aimlessly towards the remaining nine bell towers.
Thousands of stones have given birth to a princess ()
(End of this chapter)