Chapter 705 Horse Racing·Gear of Morning Light VIII
Terra Calendar 1591.2.04.
It is night outside the remote suburbs of the new area of Manhattan, close to a long-abandoned industrial ruins.
This used to be a quarry in the old days, but it is now deserted.
The ruins of the abandoned building are covered with moss and vines, and the air is filled with a smell of decay and moisture.
In the distance, dilapidated machinery and equipment looked like abandoned giants, stained with rust and looking particularly gloomy in the night.
Woooo~~~
Forgotten pits covered the ground, like cracks leading to the bottomless abyss. The cold wind blew through, making a low whimpering sound.
Deep in this desolate ruin, secret underground passages wind down, leading to an even darker cave.
There is no light here, only the weak flame of the candle dancing around the cave.
In the center of the cave, a huge spider web covered the entire altar, like an invisible web, wrapping everything in shadow.
In the center of the spider web, a spider statue carved from obsidian stands like a dead guard on the edge of the crack, with shadows crawling in the abyss behind the statue.
Around the altar of the ceremony, there was a lock of black hair, a piece of cloth and an obsidian crystal that shone with faint light.
The crystal is surrounded by spider webs, and threads emerge from the depths of the cracks, wrapping around the symbol. The threads of fate are silently weaving some kind of inescapable bondage.
Standing in front of the altar is a woman in black robe. Her appearance is in sharp contrast to the darkness of the scene.
She has long silver hair, as smooth as silk, draped over her shoulders, shining with a cold luster. Her skin is dark black, and her eyes are as deep as two bottomless black wells, with a soul-stirring light.
The corners of her lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.
There is no doubt that this is a drow.
Her real name has long been abandoned, and the name she now uses is the name given to her by her dear leader, who called her - Irma Grazer.
At this moment, next to Glazer, a woman wearing men's clothing gently hugged her chest, with a playful smile on her lips.
This lady dressed in menswear has flaming red hair tied neatly behind her head. She has delicate eyebrows and is exceptionally beautiful. There is a tear mole in the corner of her eye.
"How does the great Spider Mother feel about the revenge you offer her?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows and asked in an understatement, as if she was just chatting.
Grazer raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and responded in a low voice:
"He is very satisfied. He also specially came from the Golden Court to provide revenge for Hamlet, who was eager for revenge. I found the mount of the God King who defended the World Tree. Now, it’s my turn to get my reward.”
Her voice was low and a little sarcastic, and the silver-gray drow. There was obvious ambition in the elf's eyes. She glanced at Charlotte and said with a little teasing:
"What? Didn't the great Lord of the Changing Sky give you the blessing you deserve?"
Hearing Glazer's teasing, Charlotte's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible haze, and then She smiled self-deprecatingly and said lightly:
"It is really difficult for us, believers in the Changing Heaven, to figure out what the great deceitful counselor wants."
She He looked up at the spider web on the roof of the cave, with a hint of envy in his tone.
“Ever since the fourth sword-wielder of the Kingdom of Heaven was born, the Lord of the Changing Heaven has been deeply attracted by him. Our conspiracy can no longer provoke that Lord. Appetite.”
Speaking of this, Charlotte's voice became calmer, but the complex emotions hidden in her tone were impossible to ignore.
“Since the golden tree appeared, the ancient living gods and foreign gods have set their sights on Terra. Terra has ushered in unprecedented events. Look, aren’t you now the patron god of drow? , the great Spider Mother, can a powerful person from the Golden Royal Court do something?"
After hearing this, Glazer raised her chin slightly, her eyes shining with pride. She responded softly:
"Power is just an existence comparable to the existing gods and the plurality of miracle holders at the top of Terra. You know, miracles are called divinity in the hands of gods. Authority, power..."
"Moreover, the mighty authority can only be fully exerted in one's own kingdom of God, or in the chaotic and evil outer plane of ether."
"For example, that place is eroded by endless demons and chaotic forces, and is ranked No. 66."
Grazer's calm tone revealed unspeakable complex emotions:
" In the past, most gods could not pass through the Crystal Sky. Now they can pass through the junction opened by the World Tree...or the Golden Tree, and they can gather their strength again and gaze at this land.
And the Golden King's Court, As foreign gods who share some qualities with the Golden Tree, they are also taking this opportunity to exert their influence on the world again."
Glaize's voice sounded cold in the low cave. And solemn. She paused for a moment, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes, and then said in a tone mixed with awe and faint fear:
"Furthermore, do you know how the Kingdom of Heaven and those thaumaturgy scholars of Terra call these living gods and the power of the Golden Court...?"
Her words seemed to have some indescribable meaning. The vibration made the air a little depressed.
She spoke slowly, her eyes reflecting the faint candlelight in the cave, and her voice almost dropped to a whisper:
"They call the gods - information integration."< br>
The moment the words were spoken, there was an invisible chill in the air, and even Charlotte's usually indifferent face showed a strange look.
This title seems to be completely divorced from the dignity and majesty that gods should have, and instead reduces those aloof gods to some kind of cold and heartless existence.
“Information integration,” Glazer repeated the title, with cold sarcasm in her voice. It was a mockery of those scholars, but also mixed with unconcealable fear.
“This is utter blasphemy.”
This title reduces those ancient and powerful gods to carriers of information, denying their divinity and uniqueness of existence. .
Such a title, in the ears of believers of gods, is not only derogatory, but also a complete denial of the divine essence.
"Think about it, Charlotte," a dark light flashed in Glazer's eyes, "what a presence these gods are! They are the masters of the ether, the kings beyond the endless planes. But those gods Mortals who think they have control over knowledge dare to define them in such cold terms, as if they are just the result of some complex calculation!"
"They use the so-called genealogy to steal the gods in the ether! authority." Glazer continued, her voice getting colder and colder, as if she was venting her anger to the existence in the void.
“They used genealogy to systematically compile everything they knew in the etheric ocean. The thaumaturges had begun to master the 'divine' from the stage of the Crowners, but they called it the Crown, or It is the "domain name" - it is the root of all kinds of incredible changes. "
Those gods who were once aloof were deconstructed by these mortals using reason and mathematics, and their power was split into "domain names" and "resources". , becoming “data” that can be understood, controlled, and even manipulated.
And this kind of deconstruction is exactly the blasphemy and erosion of God.
The hierarchical structure of a ‘domain name schema’ allows different resources to be classified and identified.
This not only makes domain names easier to understand and manage, but also enables hierarchical resolution - from high to low, querying downwards step by step, and finally parsing the 'domain name' into the corresponding distortion of reality.
This hierarchical structure and distributed design enable [Crown] to efficiently manage and resolve billions of 'domain names'.
The crown and the pedigree share the glory.
The lineage uses the [myth factor] of the powerful to accomplish all kinds of incredible things, and they analyze their own power through the carrying mode of the lineage
The complexity hidden behind this system is far beyond ordinary people's understanding.
The skills of those thaumaturges are based on the rules at the interface between reality and ether, and they establish their own genealogy system by 'depriving the gods' of their power.
All this is not only a usurpation of the gods, but also the ultimate challenge for mortals to the sacred realm.
The [Miracle] on the [Crown] is the beginning of the complete informatization of individuals. When they pass through the seven levels of ether, the individual powerful ones among the thaumaturges will completely become what they call—— 'Information integration'.
Steal divine power and analyze divinity.
To the gods, it is simply blasphemy, a huge blasphemy! ! !
For most of the gods of the Golden Court who need "faith tax" and "information assimilation (authority assimilation)" as dependencies.
The thaumaturges of Terra are all heretics, one after another.
The Kingdom of Heaven is the heresy among heretics, the evil spirit among evil spirits, and the devil among devils.
The word abyss is the synonym for the kingdom of heaven in all the worlds.
The four sword-wielding men are the four Lords of the Abyss who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil.
The resolution meeting is the Demon King’s Council, and the thirteen resolution makers are the thirteen great demon kings who lead the demons in the abyss.
Every large-scale expedition of the Kingdom of Heaven is called - the explosion of the abyss.
Every turmoil in the kingdom of heaven will lead to inevitable disasters.
The Golden Court was established precisely to suppress the next round of abyssal eruptions.
For the sake of their respective believers and for the life and death of the Kingdom of God, they must gather together and prepare to face the inevitable disaster.
However, the existence of the Golden Royal Court is common to all countries on this land, and everyone has their own little thoughts.
Sometimes they are more wonderful when they are scattered than when they are together.
At least the people in the Golden Court did not expect that some of them had already begun to plot in Terra, trying to spread their 'information assimilation' and 'myth elements' in Terra.
[Spider Mother Lolth], a powerful deity of the Golden Court [Pantheistic/Dark Gods], his power is extremely powerful, especially when dealing with darkness, conspiracy, and betrayal. , deception and spider-related fields have absolute dominance.
If He wants to exert His power on Terra just like He does in His own kingdom of God and all the heavens and worlds, He must leave His own 'mark' on this land.
As his disciple, Irma Grazer chose what the Spider Mother loves most - "conspiracy", "betrayal" and "deception".
Irma Grazer is a member of the Red Branch and a believer in Lolth the Spider Mother.
Her mission in the organization is to use the Spider Mother’s teachings to corrupt the minds of key figures in order to promote the realization of the Spider Mother’s conspiracy in the real world.
She established a close bond with Mikhail and gradually corrupted his heart through suggestion and manipulation, making him increasingly radical and violent.
Irma's motivations are closely tied to Lolth's teachings.
『Fear is as strong as steel, but love and respect are weak. No one can rely on these useless emotions. 』
This is one of the teachings of the Spider Mother.
She corrupted Mikhail's mind and made him embark on a more extreme path. She tried to completely destroy the existing social order through the violent action of liberating the sound of hoofs, in order to complete the power of the Spider Mother. Spread.
She believes Mikhail is the key to achieving this goal.
Now, she has done it too.
Mikhail and the hooves of liberation are heading towards her predetermined path...
Well, the only thing that surprised her was that Mikhail seemed to be a bit too radical, or... ...a tough head.
In Irma’s expectation, Mikhail and the hooves of liberation should start to create more riots in human society, expand toxins and riots among ordinary humans and infected groups, and create social unrest, Provoking class conflicts, corroding the power structure, and gradually causing the collapse of the entire society. Mikhail's violent actions have begun to produce the expected results-the contradiction between ordinary humans and the infected is intensifying, and class conflicts are about to break out. Irma watched her plan gradually succeed and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
The Spider Mother's power is expanding through her, and she believes that Mikhail is the Spider Mother's most important link in this conspiracy.
However, Mikhail seemed to have some kind of "BUG" and got into trouble with Adelaide Kurd, the federation's financial powerhouse, and the Social and Cultural Committee.
There was still a subtle discomfort in her heart.
Whenever Mikhail acted more aggressively than expected, Irma always felt a sense of disharmony.
He seems to have too many connections with the federal financial powerful Adelaide Kurd and the Social and Cultural Committee.
Their fight intensified until Irma Glazer almost felt out of control.
"Mikhail should have created more riots, more fear, instead of just fighting that fat pig power."
She frowned, feeling a little Nameless anxiety.
But soon, this discomfort disappeared, as if it had never existed, just like a [wrong thought] was deleted directly.
“That’s right, Mikhail is on a more suitable path.”
Whenever she felt doubtful, this firm thought would emerge, suppressing all uneasiness and contradiction.
She firmly believes that all this is the will of the spider mother, and every decision Mikhail makes is in compliance with the process of the "great conspiracy".
She no longer doubted, her beliefs and plans were as airtight as a spider web.
Irma Grazer stood in front of the altar. In the dark spider lair, the air was filled with a cold and damp atmosphere.
Surrounded by wriggling spider webs, they seemed to be silently waiting for her next instruction.
The dim light of the candle flickered on and off the spider web. These threads were breathing and closely connected to her heart.
Her dark black skin shone with a cold luster in the dim light, and her long silver hair hung down on her shoulders.
The drow's slender fingers gently touched the symbols on the altar, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Spider Mother Rose's power is expanding more and more smoothly on this land." She whispered, her tone full of satisfaction and awe.
“Conspiracy, betrayal, deception, just as He loves.”
Irma Grazer could feel the Spider Mother's power slowly seeping into Terra's social fabric through her every action.
Every thread of cobweb symbolizes that her teachings are taking root and spreading in reality.
"Charlotte, everything is going according to plan," the drow looked up at the spider webs in the darkness, eyes flashing with fanaticism, "Lolth's web will eventually cover Terra."
“Now, it’s time to perform the last rites.”
“Lose, mother, please allow me to weave the fate of this mortal for you, let him struggle in your web and become Tools in your hand.”
Her voice was thin and low, as if coming from a far away place, yet full of control.
As she spoke, the surrounding spiders began to crawl, and silk threads slowly emerged from the cracks behind the statue. Invisible hands tightly connected the threads of fate to Mikhail's symbol.
The drow passed the silver needle through the obsidian crystal and penetrated the silk thread. The silk thread squirmed like a living creature and wrapped the crystal tightly, symbolizing her control over Mikhail's will. .
Then she took out a bottle of black liquid from her arms, and tiny black spiders could be faintly seen swimming in the bottle.
She gently dropped the spider venom on the obsidian crystal. The venom penetrated into the surface of the crystal and slowly spread, corroding everything.
"Let his mind be shrouded in shadow, unable to escape your control."
The drow whispered, with some indescribable temptation in his voice.
Her eyes shone with greed, as if she had seen Mikhail completely reduced to a pawn under her control.
At the moment when the venom dripped, the shadow in the crack suddenly expanded, and something deep in the depths was awakened.
Mikhail, somewhere far away, suddenly felt an invisible force penetrating his heart. Anxiety and anger were like flames in the darkness, starting to burn in his body. Swallowed by an uncontrollable impulse.
In the last step, Irma took out a black spider from her arms and pierced its body with a sharp blade.
The spider's blood dripped on the symbol, and the black blood slowly penetrated into every corner of the spider web and crystal.
In her ears, there seemed to be a whisper, a gentle and terrifying whisper that seemed to overflow from the cracks, carrying the joy and appreciation of Spider Mother Rose.
[You have done well, my loyal child——]
Rose's voice was like a tentacle caressing her soul, making people shudder.
Irma Grazer felt a surge of power emerge from the rift, and the spider statue's eyes glowed red as it enveloped her.
The spider mother's will is wrapped around her body like silk thread, and her existence seems to be completely integrated into this huge web.
At the end of the ceremony, Irma Grazer felt the power from the abyss surge in her body, and she became the weaver in the hands of the Spider Mother.
On her wrist, a silver spiderweb bracelet quietly appeared, woven finely and delicately.
It glows faintly, symbolizing her victory and the Spider Mother's return.
The drow can also summon the divine projection of the Spider Mother, just like summoning the [Master Incarnation], and she can even further evolve the divine projection into a clone.
Acquire a part of the power equivalent to [Crown One].
This method of passing rituals, completing the mission of the gods, and spreading doctrines (information assimilation) is many times more convenient and faster than the "evil heretics" such as genealogy.
Believers of gods in all the worlds regard the law of genealogy as the way of depravity and filth.
In the dim cobweb nest, the faint light shines on the two women, and the air is filled with a damp and cold atmosphere.
Irma Grazer gently caressed the silver spiderweb bracelet on her wrist, with a trace of undisguised pride on her lips.
Her fingers wandered over the smooth spider silk, a smug look on her face.
“When do you think Mikhail and the hooves of liberation will completely explode and ignite the gifts you prepared for him?” Charlotte Corday asked calmly.
Hearing this, Glazer chuckled, her eyes full of confidence and enthusiasm.
She replied calmly:
"There is still one week, six days to be exact - Mikhail will bring the fireworks prepared by his mother to New Manhattan and the entire new world."
There was a hint of emotion in her voice. With some indescribable pride, she had foreseen that Mikhail's actions would set off an unprecedented storm in New Manhattan.
She raised her head slightly, the expression on her face was extremely arrogant, as if she had seen the carnival of destruction.
"At that time, the fragments of the kingdom of God prepared by mother will be integrated into the new world openly with the help of fireworks."
She said in an almost fanatical tone, as if that moment was already close before her eyes. .
Charlotte nodded, thought for a moment, and then said slowly:
"Mother is determined to take the New World plate."
Her tone was calm, but with a sense of indifference. Shakable confidence.
“You can’t stop Hugh Abraham even if he comes.”
As soon as these words came out, the two fell into a subtle tacit understanding.
They knew very well that the arrival of the Spider Mother would completely change the fate of this world.
Once the power of the Spider Mother successfully penetrates into the new world, the structure of the entire new world will undergo earth-shaking changes.
They have made enough preparations for this moment.
Through clever maneuvers, Charlotte and Glazer continue to fan the flames of emancipation’s hooves of anger while guiding the Cultural Council to make a stronger response.
They are secretly promoting all this, pushing the conflict to an irreconcilable point.
All frictions and riots are the result of their careful planning.
Grazer chuckled softly:
“At that moment, Mikhail and the sound of the hooves of liberation will become the trigger that detonates this catastrophe, and the mother’s power will be It quickly took root in the chaos and swallowed everything."
Charlotte nodded slightly when she heard this.
The arrival of the Spider Mother is an opportunity with no harm to the Red Branch Organization.
They have been planning for a long time, and they are only waiting for this moment to completely detonate the situation in the entire new world.
However, just as the two were confidently discussing the future, they did not notice at all that in an inconspicuous corner of the lair, a [∞] Möbius strip symbol quietly emerge.
This mysterious symbol emits faint fluorescence, like a lurking eye, watching all this quietly.
The symbol flickered in the air for a moment, and then was deeply engraved on the corner of the wall.
They were completely unaware of this.
They are still too ignorant to know that all the gifts given by fate have already been marked in secret.
Never think that you can get anything easily. Even if you can get any gifts in life easily, you will eventually have to pay the price, because all these successes are based on countless "BUGs" above.
Once the "wrong" elements accumulate enough.
【If you lose control, it will explode! 】
From beginning to end, Disaster is watching everything.
Including...web-weaving spiders.
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(End of this chapter)