"Pass!" The giant mechanical fist smashed into the Mushu barrier like hitting a sponge, making only a slight muffled sound. "call!" Then a huge force instantly backfired, and countless intertwined wood whiskers rushed forward frantically, with the tips transformed into wooden thorns, stabbing violently at the old man in white robe. Isaac Rhodes never expected that his full-strength attack would be broken in this way. Because of the force, the mechanical giant lost its balance and hit the door frame, and was temporarily stuck there and unable to move. Faced with the spikes, he only had time to mobilize some stone bricks mixed with green iron ore to block in front of him. The next moment, more than ten wooden spikes pierced through his defense and he was nailed to the surface of the giant. "impossible……" Blood spurted from his mouth and the old man opened his eyes wide in disbelief. "Your power...how could it be..."
“It gave it to me.” She broke the splinter and pulled her hand back, then showed him what she held in her other hand. It was a small wooden sculpture. Very beautiful. The square base is carved with a lifelike short and fat man. “Evil God…!” Isaac Rhodes' pupils contracted. "no, do not want!" He saw the woman turn around and place the wooden sculpture on top of the broken stone slab. Then, he relit the lamps in the four corners with matches. Four rays of light were projected from four directions, and after adjusting the angles, each ray of light hit the wooden sculpture exactly. An illusory shadow rose from the wood carving and slowly reflected on the crystal cover at the top. Isaac Lord tried to stop it, but he was already in danger. He could only watch as the shadow was split into four. It is projected onto the four high walls through a crystal cover. Sprinkling from the highest point into the quiet night. Sprinkle on this dream city—— Chapter 56: Spread The misty fog came quietly.
It did not come from the seaside, but descended from the sky, like a thin mist created when endless dark clouds were broken up and diluted by the moonlight. In just a moment, the entire mortar core shook and the machine was in chaos. At 12 Fro Street, Hitzfeld and his group had already walked out of the house onto the street outside the main entrance. Everyone stared in the direction of the cathedral with a solemn look on their faces. Ten stops away...you can’t actually see the clock tower from this distance. However, the "fire bell" formed by flames and light will project light onto the nearby low clouds, or at least reflect some light and shadows, so it is very intuitive to judge whether the light in the bell tower is still bright. But it’s no longer possible now. After only a short while outside, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see clearly even 20 meters away. Hitzfeld frowned like everyone else. Although she didn't understand what these people saw, she could still understand what Zafira said. "What exactly is the Xieyang Stone Carving?" She looked at Xia Yibing beside her. This problem has been bothering her for some time. "...a kind of miracle." Xia Yibing replied to her after several seconds. "Now you know about the dream world, nightmares, and the existence of evil gods, so you might think that we who have been committed to maintaining social order also have the Goddess of Jiyang standing behind us." "Isn't it?" Hitzfeld was a little confused. "The Mechanical Sun Goddess has never truly responded to the prayers of her believers." Zafira pulled down the brim of her hat and answered, "Since the earliest history recorded by the Mechanical Sun Cult, humans... have never even truly seen the presence of God." "Of course, we are not talking about those evil gods here, but the real gods - the gods whose names are written in ancient books and documents, and they have never appeared." "..." The girl opened her lips in a daze. Never appeared? What about the miracle? Why do these people believe in the Goddess of Jiyang so devoutly? "The word 'miracle' here, instead of 'miracles created by God', it would be better to add a few letters and change it to 'traces left by God in the world'." Zafira's lenses reflected in the night: "The Jiyang Stone Carving is one of these traces. Its prototype is a huge stone slab that was excavated. According to historical records, the Jiyang Goddess wrote an inscription on the stone slab with her own blood before she disappeared." "But no one can translate the content of the inscription. It is a language that is more complex and obscure than ancient Sarai." "The Mechanical Sun Cult studied the stone tablet and found that the blood characters still retained some mysterious power. This power was passively dissipated and could be used to guard, protect, and create certain things." "This is one of the few pieces of evidence that proves the existence of God. The early religious orders gradually grew and prospered with the help of that stone tablet. The stone tablets that people know of and that are placed on the bell towers of cathedrals in every city are just inferior copies of it." "So that's what's going on... The thing called 'Xie Yang Stone Carving' can effectively suppress evil spirits. As long as it's there, no matter how evil you are, you can still be safe!" But it is now broken. There was no need for Zafira to repeat this sentence, everyone knew the seriousness of the situation.
The destruction of the Xieyang Stone Carving meant that the last obstacle to the Eclipse Church's implementation of its plan was also removed. That is to say, the whole building is designed to be a place where people can enjoy life and enjoy life. "Mu Ke, go back to the cellar to study those ancient books and documents. Zafira, take people to pry open the door of the post office." Xia Yibing woke everyone up with an order, "Report the situation here and emphasize that we urgently need support." "Captain." Zafira stood still. "Do you know what this means?" No matter what caused things to come to this, in the eyes of the higher-ups - even the royal family - the people in charge of tracking down this anti-sunflower and protecting the people were the most important. Now the situation has become so serious, if it really returns to the scene of forty years ago... Forty years ago, the Forty years later, the If the curse is really allowed to spread here, how many people will die in the end and how big of an impact will it cause? Even if the problem is solved in the end, if the organization and the royal family blame you, captain, you might not be able to save your head, and the entire Team 17 will suffer! "Go and report." Ethan said softly. What else do you want... Use the power of these few people to stop them from spreading the curse? impossible. From the moment he saw the fog descending, he knew that the horrific curse that had consumed more than forty thousand lives... had returned. Zafira led his people away with a heavy heart. Xia Yibing mobilized more Shadow Lion troops and ordered them to wake people up door to door, and it would be best if they could all be brought to the streets for easier care. A figure fell down softly beside him. "Hitzfeld?" She was quick to reach out and hold the girl in her arms. Hugging her back and straightening her face, Xia Yibing found that the girl's face was full of fatigue and her whole body was limp. "What's going on here?" She reached out and touched the girl's forehead. "The temperature is normal...are you sick?" It's not that I'm sick. The family knows their own affairs. Although it was a little unbelievable, Hitzfeld knew that she was sleepy.
This body was already weak and suffered from insomnia, and it went without sleep for nearly two weeks. Physical strength can be restored infinitely, but what about energy? Mental fatigue is difficult to relieve when you are awake. Even if she insisted on lying in bed with her eyes closed and relaxing every day, this method could only delay the onset of fatigue a little bit. But now it’s not possible… it’s really not possible… The encounters, battles, reasoning, and shocks of the past few days had consumed the last of her energy. There had never been a moment when she wanted to fall asleep so much. But no. Even though she was so sleepy. She still couldn't sleep. "..." Hitzfeld felt himself entering that mysterious state again. It can't get any worse... She reached out and tore off the eyepatch on her left eye, ignoring the people around her. A pair of enchanting eyes with a gradient of dark gold appeared. Closing his right eye and lying in Xia Yibing's soft arms, Hitzfeld simply stared in the direction of the clock tower with his right eye. The mist was filled with deformed nightmares, and the crazy noise came to my ears again. "Piris..." "Piris..." "Hart..." "Hart..." "Flayemendi..." "Flayemendi..." I don’t know how many voices overlapped, echoing, and chanting that name alternately. At the same time, many Shadow Lion agents who were looking after the residents were surprised to find that these people, who had been panicking about the current situation in the previous second, had regained their composure in the next second and began to pray peacefully with their heads bowed. "Piris...Piris..." "Hart...Hart..." "Flayemendi...Flayemendi..."
The voice is very low. But it was almost the same as what Hitzfeld heard. As if she was aware of something, she lowered her head and stared at the dark road beneath her feet. It's still dark now and the light from the street lamps cannot reach the center of the road, so it's normal for it to be a little dark. But she thought this was not normal. She felt that there was a huge shadow lurking in the darkness.