Chapter 12 - 12

Chapter 54 Who is the enemy and who is the friendTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 6088 wordsUpdate time: 2022-10-17 17:56:08

In the dead of night, the moonlight is like a veil, making everything it covers appear a faint crimson color.

Douglas got out of bed very quietly, went to the bathroom to take care of his physiological problems, and then returned to his room.

Out of some guilty conscience, he pulled the curtains tighter, blocking out the moonlight outside the window.

I listened carefully and found that the corridor was completely silent.

Douglas leaned against the window sill, lowered his head slightly, and recited in a low voice: "Playing with the hands of time; flying in the shadow of fate; the embodiment of fraud and mischief..."

Huh... It seemed as if an invisible wind was blowing in the dark room. In just a moment, Douglas heard the creaking of the bed frame and saw the familiar hem of the wizard's robe quietly rolling up, knowing that Amon had already arrived here.

Before he could speak, Amon's chuckled voice came from the front: "Let's do a divination."

"…"

What the hell? Douglas looked up in confusion. The other person had a stack of tarot cards decorated with silver threads in his hand, but there were only twenty-two major arcana cards, and no minor arcana.

What the hell is going on… Although he was a little confused, when he saw Amon spread out the cards in a fan shape and handed them to him without any explanation, Douglas still stretched out his hand obediently and asked carefully, "How many cards do you need to draw?"

"random."

So as usual, Douglas pulled out three cards and turned them over one by one.

The Moon in upright position, the Strength in reversed position, and the Chariot in upright position.

The process of this divination was very irregular. The cards were not shuffled by the person asking for divination, and Douglas did not focus on the divination when drawing the cards.

If the divination is conducted by an ordinary person, the result of drawing cards will definitely be inaccurate.

But the essence of divination is to communicate with the spirit world to obtain information. When initiated by a High-Sequence Beyonder like Amon, the form is no longer important. His own spirituality is the decisive factor.

After seeing the cards, Amon raised his hand and stroked his monocle, then put the cards back into the deck without any expression.

After noticing Douglas's expectant look, He smiled and said, "Nothing special, you can interpret it yourself."

Is this some kind of open-book test... Douglas quickly recalled the meanings of these cards.

The upright "Moon" makes you feel uneasy and panicked because of the rapid changes and turbulence of the situation...

The reversed "Strength" means encountering setbacks, lack of courage and confidence, and inability to deal with current problems...

The upright "Chariot" emphasizes competition, advancement, dissatisfaction with the status quo, and a desire to seek change...

He was silent for a while, and his mood gradually became complicated.

At this time, Amon suddenly said: "The Moon is your enemy."

"Hmm?" Douglas was startled and asked subconsciously, "'Moon'... No, it doesn't refer to the Church of the Mother Goddess, right?"

As a qualified, or at least seemingly qualified, believer in Mother Earth, he clearly remembered that the "Red Moon" was one of the symbols of Mother Earth.

Without confirming or denying, Amon fiddled with the tarot cards in his hand and continued leisurely, "As what are you asking me? Are you a conscientious official Beyonder, or an ambitious person who wants to trade with the evil god for benefits, or... my believer?"

Ignoring the suddenly tense bodies and vigilant defensive postures of the old survivors, He did not even raise his head, but lightly clapped his hands, and the deck of tarot cards suddenly disappeared between His hands.

"Don't be nervous," Amon said. "It's just a piece of advice: how I treat you depends entirely on how you treat me."

Douglas, who was about to perform a kneeling performance for the boss, looked at Amon in doubt, only to see that the thin face was calm without any emotion, and contained a deep sense of tranquility.

This made Douglas, who was originally vigilant and alert, gradually relax.

Thinking about it carefully, he found that apart from the slight deterrence when they first met, Amon had never caused any substantial harm to him from beginning to end. Instead, he provided a lot of help in various aspects.

And Amon clearly stated that he had his own plans, and clearly stated that he knew the inside story about "time travel", but Douglas' own sequence was too low to know the secrets behind it.

From this perspective, Amon is extremely frank, while Douglas's defensive and rejecting attitude seems a bit out of touch with the times.

No, if I had the status of a Sequence 3, I would also be fearless... Isn't it human nature to be afraid and reject a big boss of unknown origin who comes to visit me...

Subconsciously looking for excuses for his behavior, Douglas had to reflect on whether his so-called cover-up and temptation were useful.

Obviously it's useless.

And Amon's words just now were a clear indication.

If Douglas accepted the help but insisted on remaining distant, Amon would not hesitate to charge a corresponding price, even if that price was far beyond what Douglas could afford.

Because this is a "deal" and the "deal" must be fair.

But Amon didn't want a deal. From the beginning, he told Douglas that it was okay even if he just acted, he wanted him to be his "believer".

Although he had never seen a true God-favored One, Douglas, who was in the church, understood the meaning of it clearly:

Accept the favor and grace calmly, don't think too much, don't worry about gains and losses, just obey all the will of God.

"…"

Douglas opened his mouth in silence, but helplessly realized that he did not have much resistance at the moment.

Maybe before the battle, he was unwilling to do so. He didn't want anyone to override his will, and he didn't want to lose that little bit of freedom.

However, he couldn't help thinking that if he had recognized the situation earlier and accepted Amon's kindness, Winkle would not have died. Those people would not have died at all.

What is there to hesitate about?

He undoubtedly needed Amon before he could become strong enough.

What's more, amidst all the secrets, Amon is the only one who can make Douglas speak frankly and openly without hiding anything.

As his thoughts raced, he took a step forward, and pulled his left leg back slightly and bent it until his knee hit the hard ground.

Half-kneeling in front of Amon, with his right hand on his left chest, Douglas raised his head and looked up. For the first time, he dared to stare into those dark and deep eyes for a long time.

"I place my loyalty and trust in you, my future and all its possibilities in your hands..."

His voice was low and deep, with a barely perceptible tremor, as if a drowning man was desperately grasping at a life-saving straw.

"I pray to you for the power to become stronger, I pray to you for the hidden truth, I pray... for your favor and protection."

The Son of God watched his actions, and the curve of his lips deepened little by little.

Amon leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand and patted the young man's head as if he was teasing a cat or a dog: "Good boy."

"I grant your prayer."

At this moment, Douglas' tense shoulders and back suddenly relaxed, and he unexpectedly felt an inexplicable sense of relief and calm, as if he had suddenly unloaded the heavy secret he had been carrying since the time travel and was given room to breathe.

He almost followed Amon's withdrawn hand and leaned his head against his knees for more comfort, but luckily he caught himself in time.

It was somewhat embarrassing... He shook his head slightly and calmed himself down with the help of some meditation techniques. Douglas followed Amon's instructions, stood up, and let the other party hold his wrist.

The next second, the surrounding scenery changed drastically. The red became redder, the black became blacker, and the blue became bluer. Many transparent, shapeless objects floated in the mottled light and shadow. Above the head, seven bright rays of light hung very high and far away.

This is the spirit world!

Douglas, who had several "travel" experiences, saw this scene and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and asked, "Is the 'Creeping Hunger'... in your hands?"

Amon threw the glove to him, then led Douglas through the spirit world, changing direction from time to time or avoiding some abstract figures that looked like children's drawings.

Douglas put on the cold human leather gloves again. With Amon by his side, he didn't have to worry about being attacked by the spiritual creatures. On the one hand, he wanted to change his mood, and on the other hand, he was simply curious. He began to look around and observe the spiritual creatures with interest.

Most of the creatures whose shapes and species can be discerned are nature spirits, those wrapped in black air are undead spirits and wronged souls, and many more things whose shapes and textures cannot be described are beyond the scope of his imagination, and it is difficult to imagine how they were born.

"When you advance to Sequence 7, you can sign a contract with the spirit world creatures and obtain your own messenger."

Amon was just idle on the way, so he casually mentioned some knowledge about the spirit world messenger. As Douglas listened, he looked around and became more utilitarian, wanting to see if there was anything with a slightly normal appearance that he could choose in the future.

It's better to be good at fighting. After all, I don't have much frontal attack ability even at Sequence 7...

At this moment, Douglas accidentally caught a glimpse of a red moon pattern with messy lines, and naturally thought of the previous description that "the 'moon' is the enemy".

As if he had guessed his thoughts, Amon immediately said, "I'll tell you after we leave the spirit world. It's best not to talk about related topics in the spirit world in the future."

"oh..."

After about five minutes, the two finally emerged from the spirit world and stepped into a snow-covered wasteland. The sky was clear, with a crescent-shaped blood moon hanging high in the sky, outlining the contours of everything with a faint crimson glow.

Douglas kicked away the nearly inch-thick snow as he walked, and looked around in surprise. In this world, there were not many places with unmelted snow in mid-April. In the Kingdom of Loen, the only places with such snow were the Winter County in the far north and the depths of the Amanda Mountains.

But considering that the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Evernight, the "Church of Tranquility", is located at the foot of Mount Amanda, and Amon's reluctance to have more contact with the church, as well as the flat terrain around it, he quickly rejected this conjecture.

Then... there is only the Feysac Empire!

In just a few minutes, we crossed half of the northern continent...hiss, it's a bit cold...

Douglas, who was only wearing a blue and white hospital gown, shivered belatedly and rubbed his hands vigorously. He began to regret that "Creeping Hunger" did not have the ability to drive fire.

"The object that 'moon' refers to is not 'earth'."

Amon's voice came from afar. Douglas turned around and found that "He" had actually walked a long way in a certain direction. He hurriedly took steps to catch up with him, and bursts of light white mist suddenly gushed out from his mouth and nose.

"Then, then what exactly is..."

"'Primordial Moon', 'Dark Side of the Universe' or 'Mother Tree of Desire', 'Rose School', 'Cult of the Celestial Body'... In addition, there is also the 'Witch Cult'. These evil gods and their forces will all be your enemies."

Ah, this is a bit too much... Douglas was about to say that this was the first time I stepped out of Backlund, so where did all these enemies come from? Then he suddenly realized: "Are they... hostile to you, or is it related to 'travel'?"

"It's both."

Nodding seriously, Douglas couldn't help but ask, "I see. So, what do you need me to do?"

Since he is an enemy, and since Amon mentioned it himself, he must have something to explain.

And if you look closely, aren't these all cult organizations that the church is also targeting? If Douglas were to borrow the church's resources or intelligence to help Amon fight these organizations, he would never resist such a thing - after all, it is all about getting rid of harm to the people, whether it is the church or Amon, the result will be the same.

Amon, who was walking in front, glanced at him and said with a smile, "If you can reach Sequence 5 within six months, I will consider how to maximize your value."

"Six, six months..."

Although there are only three levels: Sequence 7, Sequence 6, and Sequence 5, for all extraordinary people, this speed is too exaggerated even in dreams.

But after the initial shock wore off, Douglas felt that this was not impossible.

Whether they were official or wild Beyonders, the biggest obstacle to their rapid promotion was the potion formula and materials, as well as the reserve of money. Whether it was accumulating merits or looking for purchases in the market, it would inevitably take some time.

But with Amon providing the potion, all Douglas had to do was digest the potion, which was not too demanding for him who had mastered the art of acting.

Well, speaking of which, I haven't summarized the rules for playing the role of "Master of Magic" yet, because I was worrying about the "Witch" before… The role of "Master of Magic" seems to only have the core of "deception", but it is far from enough…

As he was guiltily pondering how to act, a sharp cold wind suddenly blew over the wilderness.

The night sky, which was originally quite bright, suddenly darkened, and the temperature dropped sharply. Douglas, who had been able to rely on his patience as a northerner before the time travel to resist the low temperature, suddenly hugged his shoulders and shrank, looking up at the sky without knowing why, but heard Amon mutter softly: "Still so naive..."

Childish? Who are you talking about, me?

Before he could figure it out, his eyes suddenly blurred, accompanied by the sound of metal knocking against metal, a figure that was not solid enough, slightly illusory, but with unparalleled pressure and bloody aura suddenly appeared, laughing hoarsely:

"Hey, who is this? You lost the battle of gods, and instead of hiding in your brother's church to pray, you're still wandering around outside. Little crow, have you become braver?"

Amon straightened his monocle expressionlessly, uttered a "huh", and retorted sarcastically: "Unlike you, a dignified Red Angel, who has been wandering around for so long and can't even deal with the Einhorn royal family, you are so ashamed to hide here and not face people."

"Tsk, you don't understand, this is called tactics! Little Crow, you should go back and play house with your clone, don't... huh?"

Looking past Amon, he noticed the black-haired, yellow-eyed young man who was hiding behind him, staring at him for a long time, though his face was blank. The young man shook his head, tossed his loose red hair behind him, and asked casually, "What is that thing?"

What the hell...

Who is this thing?

Douglas, who was first startled by the visitor and then immersed in admiring the other's handsome face, suddenly came to his senses.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a pitch-black armor, with blood-red hair flowing down his head, which made him look indescribably unrestrained and unrestrained; the face not blocked by the mask was young and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his expression revealed an incomparable confidence and aggressive aura.

That's why he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Just a few glances.

Although the vampires who worked with him were also famous for their outstanding and exquisite looks, they undoubtedly lacked some of the perseverance and bloodiness compared to the person in front of him.

But I didn't expect that this handsome guy would speak so rudely, which made me want to make a fist and hit him in the face twice.

Douglas didn't say anything, and of course he didn't really clench his fist. He just rubbed silently behind Amon, and rubbed again and again.

Although he didn't know who was coming, as a pitiful, weak, and helpless Sequence Eight, he felt as if he was being overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum. He intuitively judged that the other party must be a high-sequence strongman who was not inferior to Amon.

"Oh...this is my believer." Amon replied.

"..." The visitor was silent for a while, then repeated, "Your believers?"

"yes."

"Just you? There are believers? Hey," the man suddenly took a step closer, stretched out his arm and easily grabbed Douglas by the collar, pulled him in front of him, and looked at him carefully, "Are you blind or crazy to come and believe in this guy? Do you know who He is?"

Douglas, who was completely unable to withstand the opponent's brute force, struggled a few times symbolically. Although he was nervous, seeing that Amon had acquiesced to the opponent's actions and hearing the tone of voice that seemed like the two had known each other for a long time, he was not too worried about his personal safety.

Just by meeting the handsome guy's eyes at close range, his brain went blank for two seconds before he stammered, "You know...right? Amon...a great noble of the Fourth Epoch, the god of fraud and mischief..."

"That's all?"

"...ah?"

The handsome guy picked him up and shook him easily, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Tsk tsk, I don't know whether to praise you for your courage or your stupidity, but your luck is really bad."

After that, he let go of Douglas and pointed to Amon standing beside him, adding a few more introductions: "He is the second son of the great Creator, the true Son of God. In the Third Epoch, he was called the 'Angel of Time' and was ranked among the eight kings of angels... Ha, by the way, Little Crow, your uniqueness has been lost to the 'Fool'. How many Sequence One characteristics do you have now? Can you still bear the title of the King of Angels?"

"Don't worry about it, you evil spirit with incomplete characteristics." Amon stroked the ordinary crystal lens on his right eye and raised his chin to the dazed Douglas. "Him, the Angel King under my father, the God of War, the 'Red Angel' Medici... and his good friend who was made into a potion at the same time in the Fourth Epoch, Soran, Einhorn."

Following His introduction, two rotten wounds suddenly appeared on both sides of the cheeks of the handsome man called "Medici", and his illusory fangs and lips and tongue moved, emitting a sinister breath.

The two mouths and Medichi said in unison: "Who wants to be friends with these two useless guys?"

Then they immediately started quarreling.

"Tsk, what are these two defeated generals barking about here?"

"Yes, yes, great Red Angel, you have fallen to the point of being cooked by Tudor along with your defeated enemies. You must feel quite accomplished, right?"

"Alas, if I had done it myself, those scumbags with my last name would have been cleaned up long ago. Medici, you can't do it."

"Einhorn, do you think everyone is like you who goes out without thinking? I can hear your calculations in the God-forsaken Land!"

"…"

Douglas, who was originally shocked by the identities of Amon and Medici, listened and his expression changed from stunned to confused, from confused to thoughtful, and from thoughtful to speechless. He couldn't help but look at Amon and whispered: "He... uh, They, have they always been like this?"

If it weren't for his respect for the powerful angels, he would have been unable to resist describing the scene as a crosstalk performance.

Seeing Medici start to quarrel with the two mouths on his face, Amon finally showed his usual leisurely smile, shook his head with regret and said: "There is no way, after dying once and becoming an evil spirit, there will always be some sequelae."

"..." Once again, out of concern for his own life, Douglas did not delve into this topic and raised another question, "You...you said you were Sequence Three."

"In Backlund, I am indeed only Sequence 3." Amon said.

In Backlund... uh, the region is limited to Sequence 3? How can the sequence be changed? Or is it that because Backlund is under close attention from the Church of Evernight and the Church of Storm, he can only show the strength of Sequence 3 to avoid attracting attention?

In any case, Amon should be a genuine angel, and he also has the title of Angel King, which means he is even stronger than normal...hiss...

Douglas felt a little scared at first, but he soon accepted this fact because he lacked knowledge of the Third and Fourth Epochs. After all, the one who knew more about "travel" than the major churches must be the most powerful being in the Extraordinary World. Even if Amon said he was a true god who came down incognito, he would believe it.

At this time, Medici, who had finally managed to press the two mouths on his face back, let out a long sigh, and a confident smile returned to his face.

Medici hooked his fingers at Amon and the other man and said lazily, "Okay, stop dawdling and follow me. Hey, let me see what kind of wind can blow the little crow to me."Chapter 55 What is your relationship with Hermann?Title of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 5885 wordsUpdate time: 2022-10-18 15:30:01

After leading Amon and Douglas into a dense forest and trudging left and right for a few minutes, Medici suddenly stopped, clapped his hands and shouted, "Big snake! Come and see, the little crow actually has believers! A living one!"

Douglas: "…"

Did those who believed in Amon in the past have to be dead? Or did no one believe in a god who was in charge of deception and mischief?

While he was busy complaining in his mind, he suddenly felt his eyes blurred and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed dramatically. The originally unchanging dark forest was lifted up by an invisible force like a stage backdrop, revealing dozens of simple marching tents and several bonfires that were not completely extinguished.

Next to the nearest bonfire, a silvery figure stood up slowly, facing them. The firelight, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dimmed by the cold wind, illuminated his face, causing Douglas to stare at him for the second time today, impolitely but unable to look away.

If Medici's face was handsome with a bloody edge, then this man in a simple white monk's robe with long silver hair flowing smoothly, had an extremely clean and gentle face and expression, a neutral beauty as if he was not stained by dust, which was equally eye-catching.

Amon saw the man and raised his hand to casually greet him: "Good evening, Ouroboros."

The man called Ouroboros nodded in return to Amon, but his eyes fell on Douglas.

At that moment, two connected circles appeared faintly in his silver eyes, floating and flickering.

Douglas, who accidentally met his eyes, suddenly felt a heat in his nose and dizziness. He almost instinctively closed his eyes, reached out and touched under his nose, and felt warm blood on his hands.

Damn! The startled magician could not help but step back behind Amon, and realized a little late that Ouroboros, who was familiar with Medici, was probably also an angel.

Douglas was somewhat amused and confused: How could I be worthy of watching the gathering of three angels?

No matter which church it is, doesn't it say in the Bible that angels are always serving in the Kingdom of God and they would come down to the ground for a stroll when they have nothing to do?

When he was wiping his nosebleed with his sleeve, Amon held up his monocle and smiled at Ouroboros, "Isn't it interesting?"

"..." The latter did not answer, but the rings in his eyes gradually faded until they disappeared.

At this time, there were noises coming from several tents around. A young man with blond hair parted in half, green eyes, and an ordinary handsome face and another middle-aged man with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a resolute face stepped out of their tents almost at the same time and looked at Medici and the others.

The former had a cheerful smile on his face, placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly; the latter simply lowered his head and completed the greeting very perfunctorily.

Medici ignored the two men. He walked over and put his arm around Ouroboros' shoulders. He raised his chin to the little crow and pointed to the largest tent in the center: "Let's go in and talk."

Amon turned to Douglas and said "Wait here", then followed Medici and Ouroboros into the tent.

Douglas sniffed and looked at the two men blankly. But after a gust of cold wind blew through the forest, he shivered and his eyes turned to the warm campfire involuntarily.

Seeing this, the handsome blue-eyed man laughed and waved at Douglas casually: "You can come closer. Anyway, we are all brothers since we are here."

"Thank you." Even the tough northerners have to rely on long johns to survive the winter. Douglas didn't want to challenge nature with his body. After receiving the invitation, he immediately smiled and walked over. "I'm Douglas, may I ask..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw another middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes raise his arm.

But this time it was not a greeting, but a blazing white flaming spear that quickly condensed into shape!

Douglas's eyes fixed, and without thinking, he raised his hand, activating the "Creeping Hunger" and switching to the "Traveler" soul!

Almost at the same time as his figure disappeared, the flaming spear, with scorching heat and powerful force, pierced deeply into the ground where Douglas was originally standing.

When the blond man saw this scene, or when he saw the gloves on Douglas's hand, his expression suddenly changed subtly.

He looked at the ground that was instantly burned black by the spear, took two steps back, and couldn't help but applaud: "As expected of the great Tony Twain who aspires to become a 'conqueror'."

Tony Twain glanced at him coldly and said, "Shut up, Hood. I don't want my team to be filled with losers like you."

Douglas, who used "Travel" to hide silently in the tent behind Tang En and heard the conversation between the two clearly, said: "..."

Why are these two mouths always speaking in a weird and weird way instead of speaking human language?

At the same time, he met several other men in the tent who were rubbing their eyes or lying or sitting, having just woken up from their sleep, and they looked at each other in silence.

What kind of place is this... Douglas flexed his wrist and stared at Tang En's figure through the tent fabric. He was wondering whether to fight back or resolve the situation peacefully when the tent suddenly caught fire in front of him.

The flames and smoke from the burning fabric temporarily blocked the sight of both parties. Tony Twain was naturally not afraid of fire, but he did not rush in directly. He just made the flames burn more fiercely, burning through half of the tent in an instant.

From the flames, two strangely pronounced syllables with a strong sense of decadence were clearly heard: "Slow!"

A ranged skill, the devil's "Filthy Words"! Before he finished speaking, Douglas, who had switched to the soul of a "zombie", used his control over ice to cover himself with frost, leaped over the flame curtain wall without injury, and decisively swung his right fist at Tony Twain, who was standing nearby and motionless.

This is a punch with the power of a "zombie"!

Although he didn't know why the other side was crazy, Amon was nearby, so Douglas was confident and decided to teach the impolite person a lesson.

However, just as his fist was about to hit the opponent's chin, Tang En slightly tilted his head at the critical moment, causing the punch to miss.

Douglas opened his eyes wide unconsciously, watching the other party grab his elbow, using the force to pull and tug on him, easily making him lose his balance and fall forward.

What a quick reaction! No, he wasn't affected by "slowness"? He was playing me?

Douglas misjudged the situation and was a beat slow, unable to steady himself as his opponent was as strong as him. In a hurry, he could only reflexively use his left arm to protect his abdomen and faced a fierce knee strike.

"...!"

Glas already had two broken ribs that had not yet healed, and after taking the blow, he immediately bent his back and curled up like a cooked shrimp, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Tang En's attack was not over yet. He took a step forward, grabbed Douglas's shoulders, raised his elbow and twisted his body to perform a back throw, knocking his opponent to the ground completely.

Being firmly grasped, with his feet off the ground and his vision reversed, Douglas ignored the dull pain in his chest and forced his body to adjust his posture. At the same time, the glove on his right palm suddenly became deep and dark, emitting a sinister aura.

At the same time, he moved his fingers slightly and released his own skills of "falling down" and "illusion".

As a Sequence 3 "War Bishop", Tony Twain has sufficient resistance to various control skills and can get rid of the influence of "Dirty Words - Slow" in less than a second, so at this moment, this "Falling Technique" did not directly cause him to fall, at most there was a slight feeling of shaking of the body.

However, as a sequence that was not good at using the spirit world, the little "illusion" was more effective in interfering with him than the "falling technique". At this moment, Tony Twain was deceived and did not notice the change in the direction of Douglas' body. He only reacted after suffering two heavy kicks on the chest.

With the help of the opponent's strength, his own full weight, and the "wrestling technique" to weaken the opponent instantly, Douglas's two kicks like a rabbit kicking an eagle finally made Tang En's upper body lean back, showing signs of losing balance.

Without naively expecting the other party to actually fall, Douglas clenched his hands and condensed a huge weapon made of magma and flames, which looked similar to a knife.

"Apostle of Desire", "Sword of Magma"!

This is the most powerful attack he can make using "Creeping Hunger"!

Without hesitation, he turned his wrist and swept the long sword across, slashing at Tang En's waist and abdomen at the fastest speed.

Tony Dunn, who had already absorbed the force of those two kicks, showed no fear when he saw Douglas's fierce attack. Instead, he raised his chin proudly and raised his arm casually to block.

"clang——"

Hearing the sound of metal hitting each other after the "magma sword" hit Don, and seeing the flame on the sword dim, leaving only the magma flowing slowly, while Don was unharmed, Douglas's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he immediately threw away the "magma sword" and retreated quickly.

The "creeping hunger" on his right hand instantly became transparent and activated "travel", making Douglas appear outside the tent where Amon and others were in the center of the camp.

As soon as he landed, Douglas covered his ribs and swallowed a mouthful of blood with an ugly look.

I felt that the bone that had been connected was broken again and pierced into my lung. What should I do... No, it shouldn't be that bad. After all, I can still breathe... As his thoughts raced, Douglas cast his gaze towards the campfire in the distance and found that Don had no intention of pursuing him further.

The noise caused by the fight just now seemed to have woken up everyone in the camp. Not only the shirtless men whose tents were burned down and forced to enjoy a moonlight bath, but people from other tents also came out, turned their heads to observe what was happening, and whispered to each other.

"Hey, is there a new guy? He doesn't look very strong."

"Not necessarily. Look, he's still standing. Damn, he was knocked down when I came."

"That makes sense…"

"Hey, Boss Tang En, is this kid one of ours?"

"Shouldn't Anderson take the lead according to the order?"

They didn't lower their voices at all, and Douglas heard it clearly. He probably guessed that this seemed to be the rule of this camp, and newcomers had to accept the "warm" greeting from the boss.

In addition to Tony Twain who took action, the blond and blue-eyed man named "Anderson Hood" who had been standing by and watching the fight also had this power. Both of them seemed to be captains.

...But I'm not fucking planning on joining you guys!

Douglas became more and more angry as he listened. Even a person with a good temper would get angry if he got beaten up for no reason. Seeing that the greetings were almost over, he was very unhappy and was about to greet the other party.

Who would have thought that Tony Tang En's blue eyes would turn and he would look at him coldly, commenting, "Unreasonably weak."

"…"

At this moment, Douglas felt himself harden. His fist hardened.

Ignoring his distorted expression, Tang En continued to pour out beans in a contemptuous tone, "You are completely unguarded, your methods are childish, and your mind is empty. I would be faster than you in reacting to fishing a turtle out of the river... You are not worthy of joining my team. I give it to you."

The second half of the sentence was directed to Anderson Hood.

Anderson chuckled and rubbed his chin with his right hand. "Actually, it's not bad that you can deal with it with your demigod body turned into steel."

"A nice extraordinary item. But if it is an extraordinary item, a dog can do it. It's still a waste that can only rely on external forces." Tang En commented disapprovingly.

Douglas could no longer bear it, and said from a distance: "Are you proud that you can beat a Sequence Eight like a demigod? What's wrong with the Beyonder item? If you have the guts, spit out the extra potion before you start!"

Without relying on external forces, how can I, a "magic master" with no fighting skills, go into a head-on fight with others?

I'm not mentally retarded!

Tang En sneered: "You want fairness? Fine, when you reach Sequence 3, you're always welcome."

"I hope you don't die young because of your words." Douglas responded sarcastically, but soon calmed down and no longer cared about the other party's sudden attack. After all, he was a Sequence 3. If Tang En really had bad intentions, he would be reborn in about three or four seconds.

Besides, despite his harsh words, this person's evaluation of me was quite direct...

...It's just that he really doesn't do good things with his words!

Douglas calmed down and ignored the other party, but did not dare to leave Amon's tent too far. He found a campfire nearby, sat beside it to keep warm, and began to think.

Two angels, one of them Sequence Three, and a large group of people were hiding in the wilderness. It seemed like they were planning something big.

Feysac Empire... Pressing the wound, Douglas recalled that the Daily Observer and other newspapers had mentioned the news of rebellion and unrest in the Feysac Empire.

Unfortunately, he usually didn't like to read the news about the international situation. He only vaguely remembered that a bottom-up revolution had first occurred somewhere against the current Einhorn royal family. At the same time, the Church of the God of War was split into two factions for some reason, and they were hostile to each other and fighting for orthodoxy.

Since he was in the Kingdom of Loen, and Loen and Feysac had been at war not long ago, Douglas did not have any special feelings about the civil strife in Feysac. He just wondered why Amon brought him here.

As the pinnacle of the extraordinary world, as the king of angels, would Amon also covet worldly status or wealth? Or is there some benefit here that he is unaware of? Anyway, it is impossible for him to just take me here for a stroll. This place is very far from Backlund. It takes five minutes to walk to the spirit world...

Wait. Douglas suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Tang En, who also ignored him and turned to direct others to clean up the burnt tent. He thought that Amon would not leave him here under the pretext of training his abilities.

Wouldn't that mean I would be mocked by that venomous guy every day? That would be too irritating and not good for my health...

As Douglas looked away while thinking, he saw the blond and blue-eyed young man, Anderson Hood, walking up to him and sitting down opposite the campfire without any hesitation, and throwing a flat wine jug with a shiny surface.

"Drink some, it will relieve the pain." Anderson laughed and said in a friendly manner.

After unscrewing the bottle cap, a pungent smell of strong liquor hit him. Douglas was unmoved, put down the wine bottle, and stared at the other person quietly.

Anderson sensed his vigilance, but he was not annoyed. He fanned the bonfire and explained, "We are the 'Red of War'. Well, this is the name given by Lord Medici. He is the leader of the legion. Those were also the rules of Lord Medici. Haha, after all, everyone hopes that their future comrades are reliable enough. Although Boss Tang En's methods are a bit rough, there is no other meaning."

Douglas raised his eyebrows slightly and asked casually, "You and Tang En should be at the same level."

"Hmm? Yeah." Anderson said frankly, smoothing down his scattered hair. "But I'm only a Sequence 4, and that guy is a high-ranking member of the Iron Cross. It's not wrong to call him Boss."

Sequence four, another demigod... Douglas just felt a little terrified when he thought about it carefully, and then he thought about how he and Amon had met so many times before he knew that the other party was an angel. Suddenly, he felt numb and could not muster any awe.

Moreover, Anderson gave people a more casual and laid-back feeling, which was completely different from Tang En's somewhat oppressive majesty. Douglas saw him approaching him on his own initiative, thought for a moment, and simply asked directly: "Then the test is over. What are you doing here? Are you playing the game of good cop, bad cop?"

Seeing him asking so bluntly, Anderson narrowed his green eyes like a fox, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know the situation on the Five Seas? Don't be nervous. Before coming here, I had the title of 'The Strongest Hunter in the Misty Sea' and made many friends on the sea. Now I am in Feysac and cannot leave, so I want to find out about the current situation of those friends."

Although it was unknown whether this reason was true or not, Anderson did provide two pieces of information. One was his own identity that could be verified, and the other was a reminder to Douglas that once he joined the gang, he could not easily leave. In view of the other party's sincerity, Douglas fiddled with the cap of the wine flask, recalled the various news he heard in Backlund, and picked out some important ones to talk about.

For example, the strength of the "Admiral of the Stars" increased greatly, and he became one of the most famous pirate generals in the five seas; for example, the legendary "Treasure of Death" was discovered by a certain lucky adventurer... News like this is what people on land are more concerned about, but the timeliness is not that strong.

Anderson held his chin with one hand, listened attentively, and finally asked, "Besides these, is there any information about a guy named 'Gehrman Sparrow', 'The Strongest Adventurer of the Five Seas'?"

"German Sparrow?"

This is a bit of a strange and unfamiliar name.

"Yeah, that guy is simply a madman, a very powerful madman." The blond hunter seemed to recall something and showed a look of emotion, "He likes to hunt pirates. He has an extraordinary item that can use many different abilities... Both in function and appearance, it is very similar to your glove, or exactly the same."

He noticed the "crying hunger"... Douglas was startled at first, but soon calmed down. Offensive extraordinary items are difficult to hide, and Anderson was a bystander in the battle just now, so it was not difficult for him to find the function of the gloves.

However, Amon said that the previous owner of this "Creeping Hunger" was a senior time traveler, Sherlock Moriarty. How come another Gehrman Sparrow appeared...

Because Amon was nearby, Douglas was not afraid that the other party would take the opportunity to snatch this extraordinary item. He simply took off the "Creeping Hunger" and threw it to Anderson: "Exactly the same? Are you sure?"

"Hey, I've been wanting to try this for a long time..." Anderson took the gloves and put them on without hesitation. Feeling the bloodthirsty aura of the human leather gloves, he said with certainty, "Yes, that's it, 'Creeping Hunger'. So, little brother Douglas, what is your relationship with Hermann?"

How would I know... Douglas was secretly complaining while also thinking seriously.

Wait a minute, I seem to have heard of the last name "Sparrow"... Five Seas, pirate, adventurer...

…Shit, is it Jack Sparrow? Pirates of the Caribbean? What is "German"? I really have no idea…

The "crying hunger" feature is obvious and can be easily recognized. Even if Amon was lying to me, there was no need to choose such a detail that could be easily revealed, which would damage the image of an angel...

Maybe Anderson and Amon were telling the truth?

Perhaps, Sherlock Moriarty and Herman Sparrow are actually the same person? Two identities under different circumstances?

After all, the former's deeds were all in Backlund, while the latter drifted on the sea, so their whereabouts did not overlap, and this naming method of stitching together the surname and the given name could also make them match.

The more Douglas thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

This senior time traveler has quite a lot of aliases...Chapter 56 Exchange of InterestsTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 4003 wordsUpdate time: 2023-02-26 16:00:09

"So," Medici sat down in a random place in his tent, stretched out his legs, raised his left leg and placed it on his right leg, adjusted his sitting position to be comfortable, and looked at Amon standing in front of the sand table, "What bad idea are you thinking of again?"

Before the other party responded, He touched his chin again and laughed, "Hey, by the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, you are the fastest-fallen dual-path True God in history. Wow, this record is really admirable."

"I can understand that," Amon said politely, "After all, even Chike doesn't take you seriously. If you don't show some competitiveness, you will be eliminated by the times, Medici."

The Red Angel's arrogant expression remained unchanged, and he just changed the subject: "What's the point of laughing now? The one who laughs last is the winner... Little Crow, your situation is not much better! For the Lord's sake, tell me, what do you want me to do for you? If the reward is right, I will seriously consider it."

Illusory cracks appeared faintly on both sides of his cheeks, but were forcibly pressed back by the master of his body.

Amon, who was fiddling with the wooden flag on the sand table, did not say anything that neither of them wanted to hear. He just raised his hand to adjust the monocle on his right eye and asked, "How much of Feysac's territory are you sure you can take?"

Medici stretched out his hand and gestured casually, circling about a quarter of the territory in the northwest corner of the Feysac Empire.

It was far away from Saint Milon, the capital of Feysac, and the current headquarters of the Church of the God of War, the Dusk Palace. It was backed by the Misty Sea and did not border other countries in the Northern Continent. It was a very remote and relatively barren area.

Amon nodded without comment, adding a condition to his previous question: "What if Dark Night acquiesces?"

The Red Angel first glanced at Him thoughtfully, then changed direction, and drew another line diagonally along the Antares Mountains that ran across the Feysac Empire in a southwest-northeast direction, leaving the Evernight Plain bordering Loen and the industrial zone in the Inter-Sea region on the right.

"Heiye doesn't need so many believers." He scanned the map lazily and smiled confidently, "The apostate sect led by that useless Patriarch has all fled to the southern continent far away from the center of the empire on the east coast through the foggy sea in the west. I don't know what they are doing, and they are preparing to split Feysac into two parts, east and west. In exchange for territory, I can help Him solve this hidden danger in three years."

True gods have their own ability to survive death, and they all know this. Hell can choose not to force the remnants of the God of War to convert, and can choose not to change his honorific name and temporarily use the vest of "God of War", but He cannot allow the God of War to really use some high-sequence believers to revive, which will shake those shallow believers who have already defected to Loen and the Church of Night after the defeat, and interfere with His steps to attack the Old Ones.

Once the "Resurgence Faction" in the Church of the God of War obtains territory and a foundation for respite and development, it will be a very dangerous thing for the Night. After all, no matter how close the end of the world is, it is still more than a decade away, so anything can happen. Not to mention that the remaining True Gods will have to find ways to ascend to the Old World or chips to save their lives in the next decade, so conflicts and cooperation of interests are inevitable.

Add to that the slumber of "The Mystery" and "The Creator", the increasingly fragile barriers and the restless Outer Gods.

The night requires a complete and worry-free state to deal with more emergencies.

This was the reason why Medici dared to take nearly half of Feysac's territory with a wave of his hand. There was no irreconcilable conflict between Dark Night and them. If they could reach a cooperation, He would be happy to remove this thorn in Dark Night's eyes, and then use this land to provide enough anchor points for the Lord.

Just as Medici did not question what bargaining chips he could use to gain the acquiescence of the Night, Amon did not doubt the other party's authority in the matter of war. He shook off the fine sand on his palm and said, "So be it."

A huge empire was divided up in a few words. Medici bent his fingers and tapped the edge of the sand table. Ouroboros, who had been silent before and just listened to the conversation between the two, blinked, and the messed up signs and terrain returned to their original appearance.

Then, the Serpent of Fate turned to Amon and asked calmly, "I want the Fool's Favored One. What do you want in exchange?"

After hearing this question, Soren and Einhorn, who had been suppressed, spoke up, one started gossiping, and the other started scolding Medici.

Not paying attention to the multiple noises, Amon touched his chin curiously and said, "Heh," "I really want to know what you all saw in him... I refuse, but if you don't have any requirements for life or death, I can give it to you for free after a while."

Ouroboros pondered for a moment, as if trying to discern the direction of the river of fate.

Finally He said, "Live."

"That's a bit troublesome." The Blasphemer sighed half-seriously, "If you want to take away the characteristics of the other snake first, I can help you."

The serpent gave Him a very characteristic response from the Path of Destiny: "I am still waiting."

It was unknown whether he was waiting for an opportunity or something else. Amon did not care. He took the opportunity to steal the voices of Soran and Einhorn and brought Medici's attention back to himself. "I'll leave the man with you. Just don't die or go crazy."

Medici: "?"

"Little crow, I'm here to fight, not to walk your dog." He said this, but a playful look appeared on his face, "Just immortality and insanity, isn't this a bit low?"

It was too low to match the attention Amon was paying to it. If he just wanted the little guy to disappear for a short time, he believed that Amon had many easier ways.

And throwing people into the Red of War is obviously asking Medici to torment and train them.

Even if Ouroboros said that he was the follower of the Fool, it was not enough to explain Amon's special attention. This made Medici curious about what was so special about that unfortunate guy.

Amon, who was obviously not prepared to reveal the answer at this moment, straightened the ordinary crystal lens of his right eye.

After a while, the curtain of the tent was gently lifted, and the unlucky guy who was chosen - Douglas carefully poked his head in.

"You... called me?"

One red, one white and one black, the three angels' distinct and different personal colors helped him find the target quickly. After getting permission, the magician went into the tent, lowered his head and walked quickly to Amon, his expression slightly uneasy.

Then this uneasiness was confirmed by Amon with one sentence.

"You stay here for two weeks."

"..." Douglas sniffed from the cold. Although he had a premonition, he still unconsciously revealed a pitiful expression, "Can I know the reason?"

"Because I have something important to do," Amon replied briskly, "If you get too close to me, you will be in danger. During this time, do not recite my name."

This simple and powerful answer immediately blocked all of Douglas's reasons for refusing. He opened his mouth without any rebuttal and continued to ask, "Then, what about the church...?"

Amon raised his right hand, clasped his five fingers in front of him and made a pulling motion, then clapped his hands: "I'll take care of it. Any other questions?"

Douglas felt a vague pulling sensation that passed in an instant. He resisted the urge to lower his head to check if he was missing any parts. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still said honestly, "No more..."

Before he finished speaking, Amon's dark figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving very cleanly and neatly.

Douglas stretched out his hand and drew it twice in the air, wanting to cry but not with tears. Although he and Amon were not particularly familiar with each other, there was no harm without comparison. Now he was in a strange environment with a strange angel, and without Amon by his side, he was really scared...

The only thing to be thankful for is that the "Creeping Hunger" is still in his hand. This powerful seal may be the last thing he can rely on.

"Tsk tsk..." Medici, who had been watching their interaction, narrowed his eyes, clapped his hands to bring Douglas back to his senses, and said leisurely, "Since the little crow said so, welcome to 'War Red', little guy. My orders are absolute here, and compliance with orders is the most basic requirement. Of course, if you are not satisfied with the current rules, you can challenge them at any time. As long as your fists are strong enough, you can get whatever you want."

"...I see."

The magician's eyes flickered, and he remembered the unique "welcome ceremony" here. To be honest, his abdomen was still aching after being hit by Tang En. After Medici spoke, Douglas's originally scattered and uneasy thoughts were forced to focus, revealing a false calm.

Under the simple and pure order of the survival of the fittest, he instinctively concealed his weak side. After receiving a casual wave from Medici, Douglas bowed slightly and left the tent, and found Anderson who had not left by the fire.

The latter still looked cheerful and raised the wine jug again. This time Douglas took it and drank two sips.

Anderson's drink was strong, like swallowing a burning flame. Douglas took a sip and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. He returned the wine bottle to Anderson and said calmly: "Now I am your team member, is it okay to arrange a place for me to sleep?"

"Welcome!" The former pirate hunter opened his arms to show his broad mind, then came over and put his arm around Douglas' shoulder, leading him into a tent at the edge of the camp.

The noise Tang En made earlier woke up most of the people in the camp, but it was late at night after all, and even if they couldn't sleep for a while, everyone else went back to the warmer tents. In fact, when Douglas followed him in, it was still very lively inside, with the aroma of tobacco mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, the sound of cards falling to the ground accompanied by laughter, curses, whispers, and the clinking of coins, which made him feel like he was back in those taverns on the streets of the East District.

After adapting to the dim light, Douglas quickly observed the surrounding environment during Anderson's brief introduction. In addition to them, there were twelve people sitting or standing in the tent. Surprisingly, there was a good-looking woman mixed in with this group of rough men, holding a few cards of different colors in her hand.

Douglas couldn't help but keep his gaze on her for a second longer. During this second, he couldn't help but notice that this lady had the most coins to use as chips, while the two brothers who played cards with her had white paper strips stuck on their faces, and they looked like they had lost badly.

There were limited beds, and with half of the people sleeping on the floor, there weren't even enough blankets. Fortunately, it was almost May, and no matter how cold it was in Feysac, it wouldn't freeze a Beyonder to death. Anderson dutifully prepared a thick coat that was enough to keep out the cold, and gave it to him along with a piece of wood and a dagger, grinning, "You can see, we'll just make do with this condition."

Douglas, who really had no choice, put on his coat, not paying attention to the slight smell of sweat on it. He weighed the wood and the dagger with some doubt and asked, "What are these for?"

"There are no extra bowls, so dig one yourself... Remember to mark it so you don't use it by mistake," said Anderson.

Douglas: "…"

He couldn't understand.

How can a group led by an angel be so poor!

-

At this moment, in the distant Backlund, Amon's figure quietly emerged in the night.

The streets were quiet late at night. He walked silently through the quiet city and came to the outside of St. Samuel's Church with two spires with brisk steps.

As the headquarters of the Backlund Diocese, this church was perhaps second only to the Wintershire Sanctuary in importance. Although it closed in the first half of the night, there were still some lights inside the church, and the goddess's night watchmen also pricked up their ears alertly during the long night, guarding the heart of Loen, guarding this huge city with a population of up to five million.

Amon passed by a group of red gloves who were rushing somewhere, passed through the locked door, passed through the carefully cared-for garden, passed through the clean and tidy large prayer hall, and sat down in the place closest to the hanging Holy Emblem of Night.

Entering a church of a righteous god and praying to him was something completely new to Amon.

But the risks are not as great as one might imagine. After all, it is dark, and he is not Leodero. A bolt of lightning will not strike without him saying a word.

Of course, there is also the reason that the real body is not here, but far away in the starry sky.

——Even though he knew the above clearly, this clone Amon still spent about five minutes sitting there motionless trying to convince himself, and hesitantly recited the name of the Goddess of Night.

By the time Archbishop Saint Anthony hurriedly walked into the prayer hall, holding the seal, nervously inspected the scene and recalled the red gloves team, there was no trace left to prove that Amon had ever been there.Chapter 57: First stir up trouble, then take it easyTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3508 wordsUpdate time: 2022-10-21 10:16:55

Douglas found a clean corner and sat on the ground. He didn't care about the eyes of others staring at him openly. He weighed the knife given by Anderson and started to cut the wood.

The unfamiliar environment and crowd brought him some pressure, and he didn't like to be the focus of others' attention. This caused him to look expressionless and calm at the moment, but in fact he was nervous inside, and he could only calm down by mechanical work like cutting wooden bowls, so that he could slowly adapt to this new atmosphere.

Amid the rustling sound of the knife cutting wood chips, Douglas gradually got rid of the negative emotions and began to think seriously.

From the number of tents, it can be roughly estimated that there are more than a hundred people in the camp. Anderson and Tang En are of the same level. Even if Anderson is slightly inferior, it is impossible that he has only a dozen people under him.

Anderson himself didn't sleep here either. According to the "Red of War" rule that the strong are respected, the strength of those living together should be about the same, with at most one team leader who is slightly stronger than everyone else...

If nothing unexpected happened, most of these people would be like him, at around Sequence Eight, and the strongest would not exceed Sequence Six - the general official Beyonder team has this configuration, and any higher would be the level of the "Red Gloves" of the Church of Evernight.

Coupled with the "creeping hunger", Douglas felt that he would at least not be at the bottom of the food chain.

But he is not satisfied with this now.

Two or three days ago, Douglas might have chosen to wait out two weeks, but if the previous witch incident taught him anything, it was that blindly waiting and avoiding problems would often make oneself passive, and at least one should remain proactive in terms of intelligence gathering.

Putting down the work in his hands, Douglas stretched slowly and relaxedly, raised his head and met the gazes of others calmly, looking left and right, trying to find the leader.

Some of these men were tall, some had gloomy expressions, and some looked ferocious, but when Douglas looked at them, although they all showed contemptuous and provocative looks and made obscene gestures, none of them actually stood up and shouted "What are you looking at".

In the end, Douglas's gaze fell back on the only woman here.

This lady seemed to be keen on "fighting evil". She grabbed a handful of cards in her hand and greeted two card-playing friends who were about to lose their pants without even looking up.

Her appearance was not outstanding, but very attractive. Her sparkling brown eyes showed her enthusiasm and cheerfulness at a glance. Her short black hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing her fair neck, making her look fragile and defenseless. The collar and cuffs of her white shirt were decorated with layered fabrics and embroidery, a typical Intis costume. Her brown vest, dark breeches and calf-covering boots added a bit of heroic spirit to her.

Normal people would hardly feel wary of such a cheerful young woman, even if they didn't feel close to her. However, Douglas slowly examined her from head to toe, and found that his first reaction was: she didn't look particularly attractive, so she shouldn't be a "witch".

The "witch" has done a lot of harm to people... Douglas looked at the progress of the game, picked up the piece of wood calmly and continued to cut it.

In just a few minutes, the Intis woman threw out the last card to declare victory, blew a whistle, bounced a Fel gold coin high up and caught it, and finally looked at him happily and asked, "Newcomer, do you want to play a few rounds?"

Douglas, who was terrible at playing cards and had no money, responded in a joking tone:

"If I beat you in a card game, can I become the boss?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then smiled even brighter: "Good idea, you can try it."

"Don't get me wrong," Douglas brushed off the sawdust on his hands, put the dagger away, stood up and casually stretched his shoulders, "I'm just here to apply for the position of second in command. Before that, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"Vanna."

Spitting out simple syllables, Vanna fiddled with the cards in her hand and looked at Douglas with interest: "It's not easy to be my deputy. You have to 'convince' Wright first."

An extremely tall and strong man stood up as she spoke. He was estimated to be about two meters tall, which gave people a sense of oppression visually.

The taller body gave Wright a fairly wide arm span. Douglas estimated that if it was a pure physical fight, he would naturally lose in terms of attack range. The 20-centimeter gap would make it difficult to attack the opponent's unprotected weak points such as the chin and temple.

But he still asked calmly: "Anything else you want?"

Vanna leaned back, showing off her curvy figure without hesitation, and put her hair behind her ears. She gave him a meaningful look and said, "You have to be able to satisfy me. To be honest, your eyes are very beautiful, which makes me look forward to seeing you crying in bed."

Douglas: "…"

Although I know that you have an open-minded atmosphere in Intis, this sexual fetish is somewhat wild.

He silently extended his right hand to invite Wright, who had revealed a somewhat helpless look, and walked out first. Other guys who were sitting or lying down and couldn't sleep followed them, looking forward to having some fun, and some were already planning to gamble a little.

When the uncoordinated whistles and cheers began to be heard outside, Vanna was the only one left in the tent, sitting there fiddling with coins.

She wouldn't be too surprised no matter who won. As a "fighter", Wright's frontal combat capability in the low sequence was one of the best, but the new guy was able to maintain basic combat capability after receiving Tang En's "warm welcome", so he shouldn't be too bad.

Soon, the door curtain was lifted again.

Douglas wiped the blood from his forehead, limped over in a rather embarrassed manner, and sat down opposite her without any courtesy.

Fanna raised her eyebrows, watching the other person politely wipe the blood off his hands on his clothes and then reach out to her, and introduced herself expressionlessly:

"Douglas, Sequence 8 'Master of Tricks', a bounty hunter from Backlund."

He was still pretending after winning so embarrassingly. He really cared about his face, but this stern look suited her better. Vanna shook his hand generously and reintroduced herself:

"Sequence 7 'Magician', Intis, a member of the Secret Order. But now, I think he should be called a member of 'War Red'."

The Secret Order... I know that your leader is called Zaratul! I remember Roselle's diary said that Zaratul is a Sequence Two angel. I wonder if he is as active in the real world as Medici... Douglas finally found an opportunity to collect intelligence, and heard the self-deprecating tone in the second half of the other party's words, so he asked, "Sequence Sevens are middle-level cadres no matter where they are placed. Is there any action from the organization behind you?"

"Unfortunately, I'm on a secret mission, the kind that few people know about."

Uh, this means that the Order won't know whether you are lurking or captured for a while, right?

Before he could express his sympathy, Vanna suddenly asked, "You are from Loen. Have you ever heard of the legends about 'Orville' or 'Dilan' at the extraordinary gathering in Loen?"

Orville, Dillan... Douglas thought about it carefully and shook his head to indicate that he had never heard of them. Vanna stopped talking and began to introduce him to the situation of "Red War".

As he listened, Douglas suddenly realized that the tent was a little quiet. He couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of the door: "...Why don't they come in?"

Finally waiting for this question, the curve of Vanna's mouth deepened a little, and the flickering firelight reflected in her bright brown eyes, as if melting a pool of syrup: "This is the rule. The winner has the right to enjoy his spoils, right?"

...I didn't expect that those guys who would throw a can to disrupt the situation when they were booed would have such high quality.

I don't think they are all eavesdropping outside now.

Seeing Vanna approaching him, Douglas felt that his life was full of absurdity.

So I am the "trophy", right?

-

"Hey! I heard that you were cheated by a woman and lost all your money and ended up living on the streets... Hey, this bowl you carved is very unique. Why did you carve it into a square?"

"…"

Douglas, who was soaking black bread in vegetable soup to prepare for breakfast, slowly turned his head and looked at Anderson, with an expression on his face that said, "Do you want to hear what the hell you are saying?"

Although he knew that gossip was human nature, he really couldn't imagine that those rough guys could use such rich imagination around a sentence in just one night.

If Douglas hadn't been bothered by the "Creeping Hunger"'s morning chatter praising the "True Creator", he would have at least warned the guys who were nominally his subordinates to learn to shut up and not comment on other people's private lives.

"Don't worry." Anderson patted him on the back, pretending to be an experienced person. "We are all well-informed people. Your hobby is nothing. Just don't do it to your brothers. That will have a bad influence and make people question your taste in choosing a partner."

Tony Twain, who was also passing by with a bowl of vegetable soup, heard this conversation and added casually, "Yeah, after all, Anderson even got pregnant before. Even if it's embarrassing, you can't compare to him."

The blond pirate hunter pretended to be shy and said in a pinched voice: "Let me explain..."

Douglas retreated tactically and asked with an indescribable expression, "You didn't transfer here from the Witch, did you?"

Anderson: "...Your erudition is beyond my imagination. Don't worry, I am a real man."

"So what are you pregnant with?"

Anderson put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice. Although his smile was a little helpless, his expression clearly showed that he did not take the past experiences seriously, and he had a unique kind of carefree attitude.

"Well, it's just a Beyonder characteristic. As you know, promotion from Sequence 5 onwards requires some ritual assistance. That's just a part of the ritual."

It turns out that a ceremony is required to advance to Sequence Five. I wonder if the ceremony for the "apprentice" path is difficult... Douglas, who had quietly learned a little bit of mysticism knowledge, closed his mouth and quickly finished his breakfast, which lacked saltiness and was very makeshift, before bringing up the topic again: "What mission do we have?"

"Yes." Anderson, who did not eat but crushed the black bread into crumbs and put them in his pocket to feed the birds, answered casually, "After dinner, we set off for Yetonef City. There is a relatively important church of the Church of the God of War there, which is currently occupied by a patriarch of the apostate sect."

As he spoke, he pulled out a wooden stick from the campfire and used the carbonized end to draw a rough diagram on the dry ground. "Tang En's team will go to Maddenwalli Castle, 160 kilometers away. It is the territory of a Duke of Einhorn and the closest large city to Yetonef. There is a river connecting them."

Douglas, who had only a superficial understanding of the situation in Feysac, sorted out his thoughts and looked at Anderson in a strange way: "As I recall, Einhorn and the apostates are enemies, right? What are we going to do by splitting our forces into two groups?"

"What? Needless to say, of course we are going to provide fire to both sides." Anderson threw the wooden stick and showed a very happy smile, "Let them fight more fiercely, so that we can fish in troubled waters!"Chapter 58: The Defeat of "Lieutenant General Twilight"Title of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 4413 wordsUpdate time: 2022-10-23 02:37:40

The Blue Avenger sailed briskly on the mirror-like sea. As a ghost ship left over from the Tudor era, although its style was old, it still appeared flexible and fast because it did not require crew dispatch.

Alger Wilson, a man with dark blue hair and a rugged face, stood at the bow. Relying on his extraordinary navigation skills, he constantly summoned air currents to help the ghost ship adjust its course.

They were not on the safe route opened up by the navy, pirates, and adventurers over the past few hundred years, but as the "chief of disaster", Alger did not feel any fear, but only maintained the most basic vigilance.

Until a heavy sound was heard ahead, and a few sails appeared faintly. The gray steam mist was very conspicuous in the clear weather.

Alger's expression brightened. He took out a scroll from his waist, shook it open, and lit it with his spiritual power while whispering in ancient Hermetic language: "Hide!"

In the dissipating starlight of the scroll, his figure and the not-so-large hull of the "Blue Avenger" became illusory and transparent, as if they did not really exist. Even the traces and information they left in the spiritual world were covered up by more complex and harmless information.

Whether with the naked eye or with mystical means, it is difficult to detect the existence of the "Blue Avenger" at this time.

Taking this opportunity to quickly arrive at the scene of the battle, Alger confirmed that one side was the "Vice Admiral Dusk" fleet flying the giant sword and the sunset flag, including the main ship "Dusk" where Bulatov Ivan was stationed and the other three warships.

At present, these warships are in a tense posture, protected by a semicircular light shield as dazzling as the morning glow, to deal with the enemy's 40-pound artillery's overwhelming force.

The flag hung on the attacking side's mast depicted ten white stars of the same size, which together surrounded an eyelash-less, extremely cold pupil.

It's the "Future" of the "Queen of Stars"!

Of course, in addition to this main ship, five or six warships under the command of the "Queen of Stars" also turned sideways and spread out in a fan shape, continuously firing at the fleet of "Vice Admiral Dusk" with the largest strike area.

Alger could not help but carefully memorize the styles and flags of those warships. As a member of the Tarot Club, he naturally knew that after more than half a year of hard work, Ms. Hermit had finally consolidated her position in the "Moss Ascetic Order". Perhaps there were also supervisors and assistance sent by the "Moss Ascetic Order" on these ships.

Within two minutes of Alger driving the Blue Avenger close to the battlefield, the fleet of Vice Admiral Dusk, which had been a little flustered by the surprise attack, quickly deployed its forces with its rich experience and powerful dispatch, and began to fight back. The sound of the guns became more and more intense, and the originally calm sea water became turbulent, and the surrounding sea surface was covered with gray smoke from the artillery.

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Ivan Bulatov frowned tightly.

He is over two meters three inches tall, and looks like a moving iron tower. His determined back is like an anchor that firmly anchors the confidence of all the crew members.

But at this moment, as the command tower of the fleet, Ivan felt a secret uneasiness in his heart.

On the one hand, as a Sequence Five, Ivan had to deal with the "Queen of Stars" who had reached the level of demigod. Even with a ship full of Sealed Objects, he did not dare to be careless.

After all, when it comes to sealed objects, the number on the side of the "Moss Ascetic Order" will only be more, not less.

On the other hand, the fact that his secret route was accurately intercepted and he was ambushed perfectly by the enemy made him break out in a cold sweat.

As a pawn of the "God of War Church" in the Five Seas, Ivan has led the fleet for nearly ten years, but has not yet been promoted to demigod. It would be hypocritical to say that he has no opinion on the church. Although he is not extremely pious, he chose the "Resurrection Faction" led by the former Patriarch after the fall of the God of War and the split of the church. One of his purposes is to take this opportunity to become a truly powerful demigod.

As for the future of the "Resurrection Faction", he didn't care much. His only wish was that the "Resurrection Faction" could hold on until the day he was promoted. From the paper strength, the "Resurrection Faction" was not at a complete disadvantage. At least all the maritime resources of the Church of the God of War were inherited by Ivan.

But the sudden attack of the "Queen of Stars" made Ivan feel as if the balance had suddenly swung to one side.

At this moment, he felt a real sense of sadness and desolation about the fall of the great god.

Even the "Moss Ascetic Order", a group of bad-brained guys hiding in the gutter like a rat crossing the street, dared to take advantage of the fire to rob. How many greedy eyes in the entire mysterious world are staring at this tempting cake?

Maybe it's time to rethink your prospects...

"call..."

Ivan let out a long breath, closed his eyes, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and focused his energy on the current fight.

Only living people have the power to choose a side.

With his timely and decisive command, and the ultra-large-scale "light shield" activated by the seal, the damage to the fleet was completely within an acceptable range. However, Ivan knew that physical attacks were just appetizers, and the endless extraordinary means of the "Queen of Stars" were the biggest killer.

In contrast, if the situation turns into a tense boarding battle, the "Dusk Fleet" composed mainly of "Warriors", "Hunters", "Sailors" and other means can at least gain a local advantage.

In order to escape safely, it is necessary to hurt the enemy first and make him afraid to reach out his hand.

Based on the mission he was assigned, Ivan could even accept half of the sealed objects or spoils that had been looted by the other party.

As long as they could return to Feysac, things wouldn't be too bad.

Ivan clasped his hands in front of his chest, and a huge sword made of pure light appeared in his hands. He raised the "Dawn Greatsword" high and shouted in a deep voice:

"For the glory of the warriors, we will never retreat! Move forward! Only the heroic spirits who died in battle can enter the Kingdom of the Lord!

"Use the blood and flesh of the enemy to sharpen our blades! Go forward! Offer victory and glory to the Lord, and call for the Lord's attention!

"Forward! Sink them, smash them, and show those crazy cultists the folly of their choice!

"forward!"

Seeing the clear sword light and hearing Ivan's sonorous and rhythmic calls, the devout believers who were selected to board the ship placed their weapons in front of their chests with both hands, making a sword-holding prayer gesture, revealing fanatical expressions.

Many people spontaneously chanted the name of the God of War, praying for blessings and protection from this "Lord of Power and Glory."

With morale suddenly rising, the "Dusk" slowly turned its bow to the left and aimed at the "Future".

As a warship with huge combat power, in addition to advanced steam cannons, the "Dusk" is also equipped with huge iron rams that are almost obsolete by the times.

An ordinary sailboat or even a steam-powered passenger ship would be soon sunk if hit like this.

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On the bridge of the "Future", Cattleya pushed up the purely decorative lenses on her nose with an indifferent look as she watched the "Dusk" gradually speeding up and rushing towards her.

After she was promoted to demigod, this magical item that sealed the "Eye of Mysteries" lost its effectiveness, but she still wore it out of nostalgia.

Below the bridge, first mate Frank Lee, whose physique and hair resembled a brown bear, held a cannonball under his left armpit, rested his right hand above his brow, and looked out, smiling and shouting, "Captain, they're coming!"

The boatswain Nina led a team of sailors to the tactical position in a hurry. Upon hearing this, she gave Frank a slap and shouted in a voice that was no less powerful than his: "We are not blind! Go to where you should go!"

Frank dropped the shells carelessly and rushed to the deck. He carefully took out extraordinary items and various strange alchemical products that others didn't want to see, while laughing and patting the side of the "Future".

"Our old friend is much smarter, more beautiful and more reliable than the ship on the other side!"

As an oversized sailing ship that leans towards the mysterious side, the "Future" has its own complete protective magic.

Cattleya was not prepared to wait for the "Dusk" to succeed. The spiritual intuition from the "Master of Prophecy" reminded her that the time had come and the "Hanged Man" must be nearby, waiting for cooperation.

In a naval battle of this scale, a small boat cannot affect the situation at all.

But the sea is always the best stage for a "disaster priest".

She raised her hands slightly, and the flying starlight carried her words clearly to the ears of every crew member, and everyone acted in an orderly manner under her command.

The various mystical symbols carved on the deck, cabin, mast, etc. of the "Future" emerged with a faint purple light in a certain order, together constructing a huge amount of ritual magic.

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Ivan stared coldly at the "Future" shrouded in extraordinary power.

The special features of the pirate kings' ships were no secret to other pirates. Ivan dared to give this order, and naturally took these factors into consideration.

Not to mention that the "Shield of Light" collided and canceled out the opponent's protection, the "Dusk" also carried a level 1 seal with excellent attack power.

The pirates under his command had already prepared to activate the seal and were just waiting for the order.

As the distance between the two ships was getting closer and closer, everyone was on edge when a discordant voice was heard.

"Captain, the weather has changed! The weather has changed!"

The second boatswain, a "wind-loving one" who was on standby on the deck, suddenly looked up at the sky with a look of horror on his face.

Above everyone's head, the originally clear sky seemed to be covered by layers of curling black clouds in an instant, pressing down heavily and blocking most of the light. If it weren't for the soft light of the "Light Shield", the "Dusk" would probably be as dark as dusk.

Ivan, who wanted to reprimand the other party for making a fuss, quickly realized the abnormality of the celestial phenomenon and felt even more uneasy. But as a captain, he still stood straight and comforted his men with the most resolute attitude: "This is the Misty Sea, a Misty Sea that swallows countless lives every day! Storms are the most common thing on the sea! Don't panic, the 'Light Shield' can resist demigods, can storms be more terrifying than demigods?"

Seeing that the "Mirai" was also covered by dark clouds, most of the crew members regained their composure due to their trust in the captain and the seal, and some even felt like laughing at their fellow "sailors" who were trembling with fear.

A pirate whose arm was replaced by a hook smiled and put his arm around the man's shoulder, saying disdainfully: "Don't you 'sailors' love rainy days the most? Hey, lift your head and act like a man!"

The "sailor", who was almost crushed by the dark clouds and the breath of the high-level existence in the faint thunder, turned his head slowly and palely to look at him. With the greatest courage of his life, he threw away his hooked arm, rushed to the side of the ship without saying a word, and prepared to jump into the sea to escape.

His spiritual intuition was warning him frantically, he would die! He would die! He would die!!!

The sudden act of defection stunned the surrounding pirates.

It's just a storm, is that a big deal?

The moment the "sailor" stepped one foot onto the side of the ship, everyone's vision first dimmed and then brightened.

The dimness came from the dark clouds that suddenly gathered and gathered above the "Dusk"; the brightness came from the dense lightning pillars that poured down from the sky like a rainstorm!

Countless lightning and thunder bombarded the surface of the "shield of light", and the roaring hurricane and the suddenly rising waves added fuel to the apocalyptic scene. At this moment, most of the sailors on the "Dusk" and the surrounding warships screamed and covered their ears and eyes, but they could not stop the blood from gushing out of the holes on their faces.

The most primitive and ancient natural disaster descended upon them, awakening a fear that seemed to be engraved in their blood. Vice Admiral Dusk's fleet quickly lost more than half of its combat power, and due to the confusion of the personnel, many protective measures did not even have a chance to be activated.

A few higher-order beings, such as Ivan, were also briefly frightened by this sudden divine punishment.

Especially when Ivan saw that the "Future", which was less than a hundred meters away, was in order and only slightly affected by the wind and waves, he could not believe his eyes.

Ivan's extensive knowledge of the occult enabled him to quickly make several guesses, but each one was too far-fetched for him to accept.

For example, a demigod from Storm Path came to assist the Star Queen.

With the Storm Church's control over the sea, the wild Storm Path Demigod is almost an existence that can only be seen in dreams.

Not to mention that such a person who has the ability to become the king of the sea would be so low-key and take such good care of the "Queen of Stars".

He couldn't help but look up at the "shield of light" above his head that enveloped the ship like the glow of morning light, and found that the hemispherical light was constantly being consumed by lightning and lightning, becoming dim and weak, but there was no sign of breaking.

Maybe it's just a seal! There's still a chance, there's still a chance...

Ivan's biggest regret at this moment was that the "Dusk" was not a ghost ship that could move as he wished. At the moment when the sailors lost their ability to move, he, as a "guardian", had no means to speed up the ship.

As long as he rushed forward with the ship and the people on board, the "Future" would not be buried with him, and the deadly storm would stop.

Such a powerful seal, even the Moss Ascetic Order might not be able to use it a second time in a day.

On the bright side, at least the storm didn't appear when we were preparing to flee...

Ivan kept encouraging himself and was about to find a way to help his men regain their mobility when he saw the flowing purple light on the "Future" constantly converging to one point.

Above the sea, a mirage appeared, which was illusory but heavy as a thousand pounds.

They were two prosperous cities with exquisite stone buildings. The people walking on the streets were all wealthy, drinking and having fun, doing whatever they wanted, and committing all kinds of wasteful and sinful things without any remorse.

Then one day, the wrath of God descended upon these two fallen cities, wiping them completely from the face of the earth.

The meteorites and flames falling from the sky are so real and so terrifying that it makes people feel their skin gradually dry out and their hair become curly.

No, no!

That's not fantasy, it's reality!

The "Shield of Light", which represents the strongest defensive capability at the demigod level, finally couldn't bear the heavy burden after enduring two saturation attacks from the same level of power. Under Ivan's desperate gaze, it made a slight cracking sound and then completely shattered!

The violent collision caused the "Dusk" to break into four or five unrecognizable pieces without any resistance. It was swept away and swallowed by the nearly ten-meter-high waves and completely disappeared.