"You must never go to Robert's villa again. That oil painting has completely turned into a horrific disaster..."
Angelila said in a solemn voice: "I'm going to find someone. Maybe only he can solve these things!"
"Why... why do you want to help me?" Nietzsche asked in a hissed voice.
"Maybe... because we are the same kind of people..." Angelila smiled bitterly, revealing a mark on her arm: "We are all destined to be sacrificed to the evil god!"
"Sign of sin? There seems to be something different!" Nietzsche's pupils shrank slightly, but he believed it immediately: "I'll go with you!"
"Well, things here will naturally be taken over by the superiors of the police and investigation department... You come with me!"
Angelila took Nietzsche's arm, rented a carriage, and came to the slums of Kimbert City.
Nietzsche was also very familiar with this place.
The houses are short and dense, encroaching on the roads, and the drainage ditches emit a foul smell. Most of the citizens living here are half-clothed, with sallow faces and thin muscles, numb eyes, and sometimes a hint of madness.
This is the largest slum area in Jinbot City, and it is also a place where those elites who claim to be the upper class dare not set foot. Otherwise, it is very likely to become a corpse in a smelly ditch the next day.
Angelila was familiar with the place. She walked through the streets and alleys and walked to a row of small shacks by the river.
When we got here, the smell was even worse, because there were many textile and chemical factories upstream, the entire river was pitch black, and there were many corpses floating on the river.
Nietzsche couldn't help but frown: "Who are we... going to find?"
"A wizard... have you ever heard of the term Mandala?" Angelila's expression became extremely solemn.
"I know that one of Vincent's most important archaeological discoveries is related to the Mandala tribe on the Black Continent..." Nietzsche replied.
"Mandala is an extremely ancient tribe in the tropical rain forest. It is said that it still retains the custom of cannibalism, and it is also the origin of wizards!"
Angelila stated in a calm voice: "Thousands of years ago, they had an extremely glorious civilization. Those wizards could even communicate with the gods in dreams and obtain their blessings! Regarding the understanding of mysterious power, Mandala Wizard Definitely one of the best!”
As she spoke, she got into a black tent located by the river.
The space inside this tent is large, and it seems to be connected to other tents. It is guarded by two black men, with expressionless faces and bulging muscles.
They give Nietzsche the feeling that they are even more powerful than the soul-returning corpse Simon made last time.
"It's me! I want to see Gargamel!"
Angelila obviously knew the other party. After the announcement, the two of them were invited into the largest tent.
The light was dim, and Nietzsche subconsciously took a few steps back and bumped into a wooden frame.
He took it casually and found that he had just caught a white skull, and his fingers penetrated deeply into the facial features. There was no trace of flesh on it, but there was a lot of hair, which was tied into different whips.
"ah!"
Nietzsche quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.
raging!
At this moment, green flames burned in the surrounding braziers, reflecting the figure kneeling in the center.
He was so old that he looked like a skinny skeleton, with no beard or hair on his face, and the light in his eyes was like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"Gargamel!"
Angelila pulled Nietzsche and knelt down in front of him.
"We meet again... the branded girl!" Gargamel turned his head and made a creaking sound, like an old instrument without oil.
"And you, the one who dances with the ghoul! It seems that we have some common topics in cooking and ingredients... Jie Jie..."
Gargamel laughed.
"You...you know everything?" Nietzsche's face turned pale and he felt nauseated again.
"Real ghouls are no different from us at ordinary times, and they also have a certain degree of mental pollution... When you are with them, you will ignore some things you are accustomed to, such as the constant decrease in the number of neighbors and colleagues... "
Gargamel chuckled.
"Okay, he has suffered enough, Gargamel. I came to you today for two things..." Angelila took a deep breath: "I will pay the price."
"Okay, tell me your problem!"
Gargamel picked up a green tea cup, which contained a ball of green paste, emitting an inexplicable odor.
"The ghoul escaped, but while searching its residence, I found a word - Feast of Flesh. What does it mean?"
Snapped!
Gargamel's hand shook and the teacup fell directly to the ground.
He ignored it and his voice became deeper: "This is the beginning of a ritual! A very evil ritual that involves the ancient legends on this planet, those ancient ones! And the outer gods!"
"In ancient times, the ancients who ruled this planet were ancient ones with extraordinary power. They were all descendants of the outer gods! We wizards learned our power from the ancients, and some of them tended to be crazy and bloody, so they became black Wizards! But those who study foreign gods, even among the dark wizards who are famous for their madness, are extremely rare madmen! Most of them destroyed themselves... "
Gargamel said in a chanting tone: "Any extraordinary power must be contaminated, and the outer gods are the source of everything! They are elusive and extremely powerful. Even if you just meet their true bodies, they will bring about terrifying changes... Whenever we mention them, we must use another name, because their real names, even just fragments, often carry evil contamination... "
"That's true..." Nietzsche frowned: "It seems that Gargamel is the craziest among wizards, the type who studies alien gods..."
"Then what does all this have to do with the feast of meat?" Angelila asked.
"As I said, this is the beginning of a ceremony. Its full name is 'Gift to the Dark Gods'. It starts with three sacrifices of flesh, blood, and soul, and sacrifices to a dark outer god in the dark." , pray for its power. In myths and legends, once this ritual is completed, it will at least send a son of darkness, the ancient one who once ruled the planet to come!" Gargamel replied: "And the feast of flesh is The beginning of the Dark Sacrifice, it points to the Lord who lives above the Star Arc, the Star Wanderer, the Ruler of the Star Demon Insects, the Lord of Chaos and Madness!"
As he spoke, Gargamel glanced at Nietzsche inadvertently: "The mark on your body is the mark of this master's sacrifice!"
"It turns out it's Him!" Nietzsche covered the back of his neck, his whole body trembling.
The shadow hidden in his bloodline was finally revealed to him.
"For a real sacrifice, the meat feast is just the beginning, right? Blood and soul are needed next!" Angelila hissed: "If you prevent these two rituals, will you destroy the entire festival?"
"The power from darkness is far more powerful than you imagine... Once the Son of Darkness comes, it will be a disaster for the entire planet!" Gargamel's eyes suddenly turned pure white: "The ancients like to rule the country with high pressure and torture. They The appearance represents slavery and disaster... The minions of darkness will definitely make the sacrifice succeed at all costs."
Nietzsche felt like he couldn't breathe.
I'm obviously just a peripheral member, so how come I'm suddenly involved in a world-destroying disaster
"Is there no other way?"
After calming down, Nietzsche gritted his teeth and asked.
"Only the power of the Outer Gods can fight against the Outer Gods!" Gargamel's voice became more and more erratic: "The Lord who lives above the Star Arc also has a mortal enemy. It is a giant python from the Star Boundary, and its whole body is shining with seven levels of energy. The giant snake with colorful scales! Master of the dream gods!"
At this point, Gargamel's eyes suddenly looked at Angelila: "You have Vincent's power left in your body, and Vincent faced the astral python directly, so he became the Abyssal One!"
"Abyssal One?"
"Those who face the abyss directly are the abyss, and they are also extremely powerful beings among wizards! The wizards who have just started can only be regarded as polluters who have been exposed to extraordinary power! Then there are the controllers, which represent those who can control themselves. Extraordinary power, but this is just an illusion. When he is promoted again, we will find that we have been staring into the abyss, and at the same time, we are also stared into by the abyss... "
"The second thing is that Vincent left an oil painting and it was completely out of control..." Angelila took a deep breath.
"The pollution of the Abyssal Ones is out of control, and there is nothing I can do..." Gargamel waved his hands, as if seeing off a guest, and finally said: "Young man, I just received the inspiration from the dream, and you have already been exposed to your hope..."
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After walking out of this slum, Nietzsche was still in a daze: "Polluter, Controller, Abyss? These are the three levels of extraordinary people? I have been in touch with my hope, what does it mean?"
"Unexpectedly... there is such a secret hidden behind the feast of meat..." Angelila bit her lip: "Let's say goodbye here. I want to go back and think calmly!"
She is just a girl who is under pressure from her mortgage, and has nothing to do with evil gods ruling the world or anything like that.
"Okay, Miss Angelila!"
After the separation, Nietzsche's eyes were a little dazed and he walked unconsciously on the street.
When he stopped, he found himself standing in front of Wutong Street.
"Is this the revelation of fate?"
Nietzsche laughed to himself and walked into a grocery store.
Immediately, he saw the black-hearted and profiteer boss and the lovely maid.
"Hey, it's been so long, my little sir!"
Fang Yuan put down the newspaper and raised his eyes: "Have you saved enough money?"
"Money? What money?" Nietzsche was startled.
"Of course it's money to buy Vincent's paintings! Please allow me to introduce to you... the treasure our store has just received, Vincent's late masterpiece - Dream!"
Fang Yuan pointed to the distorted starry sky map on the wall, while Nietzsche's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.