After Lumian's fireball failed to hit Charlotte, he saw countless branches and vines coming into the Golden Rooster Inn from all directions, covering the walls, floors, windows, and ceilings, with a mixture of brown and green, making it impossible to get through.
With such changes, the scene around him suddenly became illusory and then became real.
He saw a huge brown-green tree, its roots deeply rooted in the earth and its crown slowly growing towards the sky.
Lumian's child's hole suddenly enlarged, and he found that he had been moved without realizing it, just like he entered the "other world" without realizing it every time.
He was no longer inside the Golden Rooster Hotel. He was standing on the gnarled tree roots that dotted the ground, looking up at the giant tree that seemed to have come from mythology and legends, and the blue sky and white clouds that looked like an oil painting.
The giant tree was covered with disgusting, wet tumors, and each branch seemed to carry a building, a road, and something.
The Golden Rooster Hotel is one of them. It is located at the top of a brown-green tree trunk, entangled by a large number of branches and vines, with only a dozen windows exposed.
Through the glass windows, Lumian saw the eloped couple cursing at each other, exercising frantically, and the information dealer Anthony. Red was huddled under the wooden table, trembling with fear...
On other tree trunks, most of the things wrapped by branches and vines showed a strange sense of blur and haziness, just like watching scenes of drama recorded by the magnetic field through the fog: there were ancient buildings with triangular lintels, gable roofs and leaded windows; there were women holding onto gas lamp poles and being hugged from behind; there were priests standing in front of naked men; there were men who jumped out of the glass window while holding their buttocks; there were graceful curves carried on trays to the dining table; there were happy parties with clothes thrown everywhere; there was an evil beauty who suddenly turned her head and grew two black goat horns; there was a bishop who was naked from the waist down in front of the holy emblem and accepted the confession of believers...
In different scenes, the architectural styles, characters’ clothing, and hair styles are all different; some are very retro, while others seem to have happened yesterday.
While Lumian burned the wound to stop the bleeding, he condensed a number of semi-illusory red fire crows behind him. He quickly looked around but couldn't find Franka.
Franka was not transferred to this place between reality and fantasy!
On the chaotic street, vendors and pedestrians among the tree roots, branches and vines, some ate the food they sold with big mouthfuls, and did not stop until they vomited. Some pushed down the opposite sex next to them in the street. Some drew out short knives and slashed at their colleagues who had quarreled with them and snatched their seats with red eyes. Some walked to the glass windows on the street in such a chaotic scene, trying to invite themselves in the mirror to dance with a gentlemanly attitude...
Outside these streets, pedestrians and carriages passed by normally, and there was nothing unusual to see - the vendors were still hawking their wares, the shops on both sides were all open, and the people walking around seemed to be addicted to the hustle and bustle and were reluctant to leave.
What they didn't notice was that no one who entered that area ever came out again.
Market Avenue, on the fourth floor of the khaki building that houses the congressman’s office.
Hugues Artois was looking at the streets not far away, thinking about something.
Red-haired Cassandra looked back at the door and asked curiously, "What exactly does Susanna of the Blissful Society want to do?" "Hugues Artois smiled and said, "They said a lot, but I didn't have enough knowledge, so I didn't understand it very well. I only remember that they planned to let the underground sacred tree go down to the depths of Trier in the Fourth Epoch, and extend upward to a place called the Astral Realm."
Cassandra, Rona, Margaret, and Bodu looked at each other, and said with doubt and worry, "Will this cause too much trouble? At present, there is still a big gap between our strength and the official extraordinary people. It is best not to conflict with them directly. You may not know it, but I was born in the Soran family and I know the official situation very well. I know how exaggerated and terrifying their strength is.
"Everything we did before was done in secret, trying to avoid investigation. If we were to be exposed to the sun, we would most likely be greeted by a saint, a level 1 seal, and above that,
There are angels, and there are "O" level seals. "
Hugh Artois put his right hand down and said with a smile: "Don't worry, they can't implicate us." I didn't instruct them to do this, and I didn't even give them any hints or help. I can only say that I knew their plan in advance and acquiesced to their actions.
"The only thing that has anything to do with us is the chemical plant explosion that brought more gifts of decay, but that was Bono. Goodwill misunderstood what Rona meant and committed an unforgivable crime. As for the various emotions and desires brought about by the accident being exploited and magnified by others, and accumulating the nutrients they need like a snowball, what does it have to do with us?"
Seeing that the expressions of the team members had relaxed, Hugh Artois left the window and said with a low laugh, "If they succeed, it means that our business has taken another solid step forward and we are closer to welcoming the arrival of the great beings. If they unfortunately fail, then we should be more restrained during this period and try not to be found by the extraordinary people of the two major churches. We are still the rulers of the market area." Whether they succeed or fail, it is our opportunity.
"During the discussion in Congress, I will accuse the Extraordinary people of the two major churches of being corrupt and mediocre, allowing the cultists to destroy the market area again and again, each time more serious than the last!" I will ask the Eighth Bureau to set up a branch directly in the market area to help the incompetent church Extraordinary people share the heavy workload.
"The Eighth Bureau, which has always been keen on expanding its own power, will definitely support me in doing this." By then, there will be three different official forces coexisting in the market area, and there will be many conflicts between them, which will be more conducive to our work.
“Compared to the orthodox Beyonders of the two major churches, the people of the Eighth Bureau are the type that can be won over, corrupted, and induced to change their beliefs little by little.
"This is my plan. In the long run, victory will surely belong to us!"
Secretary Rona, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had her hair neatly combed back, laughed: "This is what I am best at."
To win over, erode, and corrupt an organization will gradually decline and degenerate.
Hugues Artois adjusted his tuxedo and bow tie and walked towards the office door, ready to go to the banquet hall.
Before leaving, he looked around, his eyes moving from the faces of Cassandra, Rhone, Baudois and Margaret, feeling extremely confident and determined.
These four subordinates all have extraordinary abilities. The red-haired Cassandra is particularly strong, which makes him feel safe.
And outside the door, near the stairs, there was a team of official Beyonders responsible for protecting him.
—Not every congressman can be protected by a three-person team. Some congressmen are powerful Beyonders themselves, some are born into noble families and have their own Beyonder bodyguards, and some have a certain level of strength and only need one Beyonder to follow them to ensure their safety. Only people like Hugh Artois, who have neither Beyonder abilities nor family support, need this level of protection.
According to the regulations, the Church of the Eternal Sun, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and the Eighth Bureau will take turns to send a three-person team to protect Hugues. Today, Artois's safety is the responsibility of the Church of the Eternal Sun.
In addition to the extraordinary level, there are ten well-trained professional security personnel armed with guns in the entire building. They are all from the Seventh Bureau of the Intis Intelligence and Homeland Security Committee, that is, the Special Duties Bureau, responsible for providing basic protection for members of Congress and government officials.
Hugues Artois stood at the door, waiting for his secretary, Rhone, to open the door, then he walked out with a smile on his face, his head slightly raised, his chest puffed out, and went down the stairs.
“More than a thousand years have passed. Although Trier has not yet developed into the expected form, where pleasure is supreme and people indulge themselves to death, it has taken shape to a certain extent. The growth of the sacred tree has reached a critical moment.
"Under this situation, pure desires and emotions can no longer play a major role. They can only serve as firewood. We need a sacrifice, a sacrifice of sufficient weight. You, who have angel-level pollution but lack the matching power, are the best choice!"
Hearing this, Lumian was startled and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he wanted to see Charlotte's appearance clearly.
Does she know that the power of fate is sealed in me
Speaking of the latter part, Li Fenglan felt a little confused.
"Let's defeat him?"
"No," Li Fenglan shook her head, "You and Xu Qingchen together are equal to him. He wants to prove that he defeated himself by defeating the two of you... Your master is a very paranoid person."
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