The smoke mirror swallowed and said word by word, "God-killing gun. Longinus."
It turned out to be it!
In my mind, countless clues have risen like building blocks, accumulating into a gorgeous castle. And this sentence enriches the details of the castle.
The Christian holy relic must now be in the Holy See. With the complex relationship between Freemasonry and the Holy See that is both cooperative and hostile, the price they paid for being able to lend this thing was absolutely heavy. Much more than donating a hundred cathedrals, and even... maybe opening up missionary rights in some countries, that's what's possible.
He once heard the second generation say that in this world, there are many ordinary artifacts, but they are all under the creation-level artifacts. However, each artifact has its own characteristics. One of the most special is the gun of Longinus.
It was born to kill the gods. As long as it pierces the opponent's body, if the opponent is not above Yama, he will surely die. Regardless of the heaven, the god of death in the earth is no exception. Fortunately, this unknown long gun is currently stored in the world. Not in the hands of any god of death.
"Then... this is the first time that the god of death has held this gun." He slowly closed his eyes, and everything quickly appeared in his mind as a complete circle.
The three gods of death in the Caribbean are dissatisfied with their status, they want to be the real gods of death, they want to ascend to the throne. So, I don't know who wrote the death script.
Qin Ye had some guesses about the author... He thought it might be the Feathered Serpent God.
Besides him, who else can understand the Aztec mythology so clearly
Who can make up the plan to lure Kraken into a riot in Philadelphia, and then kill it as a savior? No one wants to take the initiative to provoke the Six Kings!
Besides him, who would write the smoke mirror into it? Hate each other so much
But there is no evidence... Let's leave aside the mystery of the writer. Next, the three gods of death began to look for investors, and they found Freemasonry. Both sides have needs, and it can be said that they hit it off. So... The Freemasonry took the script given by the three gods of death and began to find the church to trade the gun of Longinus.
After they had the holy spear, they went to Aconcagua Peak, smashed the seal sculpture of the smoke mirror, and took the ancient god out—Qin Ye rubbed his chin, this is what he had heard before: Are there any The reason why the young gods fell asleep.
These things could have happened a hundred years ago or even earlier. After grabbing the smoke mirror, they began to strip each other's strength. The church built with human bones was built on the crack of Yin Qi, which attracted a large amount of Yin Qi to congregate to suppress each other. And to completely cover it up, First American Bank had to disappear.
So... there was Matthew Conn.
Of course, he was a special case, and no one would have expected such a mistake, and it was precisely because of this mistake that Qin Ye could figure out the context of the entire script.
Next... If there is no accident, within this month, the holy spear of Longinus will arrive in Philadelphia, and then... the other party will lure Kraken into the former capital of the United States along the Daraville River, and then let the three gods of death use it. Longinus with the spear, shooting the Kraken in the spotlight - of course, it all had to happen in the realm.
That's what the whole script looks like.
"Heh..." Qin Ye breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the smoke mirror: "The last question."
"The Holy See... how strong is it?"
"Not much." Unexpectedly, Qin Ye was surprised by the smoke mirror's answer.
Qin Ye thought carefully and said, "Although this king doesn't care about the affairs of the world, I heard that the seven cardinals of the Holy See are all dukes."
The smoke mirror said lightly: "Then you must not have seen... The seven bishops are just the incarnation of the Pope."
"The Pope... has lived for hundreds of years. It is said that he is a high-ranking duke, and he is only one step away from the duke. It is not difficult for him to differentiate seven incarnations through God's gift. As for the flaw... I don't know much about it. It should be Not small. You can think of it this way... If they were really strong, they wouldn't agree to trade the Spear of Longinus."
Qin Ye nodded slightly. At that time, the Holy See will definitely send someone to monitor it.
They could not tolerate the other taking away the gun of Longinus. Even... the gun of Longinus should not be in the hands of the Freemasons. But when the time comes for the Holy See's own people to start.
This gun is in the hands of the Freemason and the three gods of death, and it is too different to let them use it and not even touch it.
There are so many places to consider!
"Fenango..." Qin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered: "He came to Philadelphia... I am afraid not only for the situation in Philadelphia, but also to activate the gun of Longinus... Very good, at least... acquaintance."
Everything pulls through, but still the same sentence.
Do or not
How to do it
Once you decide to do it, the forces ahead will be like a vortex of black clouds, like a mountain. And he... has no ally.
Although only one cardinal came to the Holy See. However, they have too many witchers and priests. To take the spear of Longinus from their hands is as difficult as going to the sky.
Not to mention... In Freemasonry, the three gods of death must all come out, and they are all alone, so why shoot Kraken in front of everyone's eyes
It's time to summon real dads!
He took out Destiny with a dry cough and gently stroked: "Destiny, Destiny, who is the fiercest man in this world?"
"You called him over to the heavens and the gods, you see... is there a possibility?"
Fate is as quiet as a chicken.
Fake!
There is no use of fart at the critical time!
Qin Ye scratched his hair irritably, he was really unwilling to let this vote go! But to find an opportunity to shoot Kraken in such a complex force, he needs at least thousands of people to help distract him!
"In addition to Baigui Yexing, I only have a dozen... No, I can't count them, they must be used as tools for teleportation, this is my trump card for this vote!"
Unconsciously, his mentality has quietly shifted towards "doing".
I let it go... It's a pity.
Just when he was irritable, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the front of the passage in amazement.
Summoning... someone calling him
"How is this possible?" He said in surprise, and the smoke mirror also felt it. The sound of the summoning, like a wave of water, swept through the void, causing layers of ripples.
The sound was still vague at first, but soon, it became clear, and it echoed in my ears like a sea tide.
"...Respected, the great Chinese emissary! Please answer my call! Your loyal servant is begging for your help..."
What the hell is this
"Summon from the Netherworld?" The smoke mirror looked at the endless void thoughtfully: "Undirected summons, that is to say, the summoner does not know who will be summoned... Does your country have believers in the New World?"
Qin Ye shook his head blankly. Then he converged his thoughts and looked at the smoke mirror.
"You have to respond." His attitude said it all. The smoke mirror immediately said, "Then... are we parting here?"
"Okay." Qin Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "I look forward to meeting you again."
The smoke mirror's eyes lit up, but without saying anything, it turned into countless rays of light and disappeared on the animal bones. He didn't dare to take his olive branch...
Qin Ye smiled slightly, this is normal, he is currently working with Feathered Serpent God. but…
What does it matter if he takes it or not
To die is to die. If you don't die, this idle move of yours might be able to play a role in hundreds of years. Keeping him is more useful than killing him.
What's the point of killing a first-generation sun god whose power has almost completely lost
"Then... Now I'll see who is calling this king." He glanced into the depths of the void, his body elongated strangely, and finally turned into a black light, submerging into the darkness.
… … … … … … …
There are stones everywhere. Engraved with a very Aztec pattern. There are also many totem poles. At the top of each pillar, there is a burning ghost fire.
This is a boxy stone house with a floor covered in gold. On the altar at the front, there are four sun marks. In the center, there is a little man cut out of white paper. At this moment, this little man was dancing on the altar while the surrounding Yin spirits were chanting.
Five minutes, ten minutes... In front of the altar, there are three men and women dressed in Indian costumes. Twelve minutes later, the old man in the center stood up with a long sigh and shook his head bitterly.
He looked very old, covered with age spots, wearing a hat stitched with colorful wool, wearing a long skirt with green accents and full of feathers, and was shirtless. The two young men and women around him immediately supported him. A dark-skinned Yin spirit flashed ghostly in the eyes, and said in a low voice, "The High Priest... did you not respond?"
The high priest seemed to want to smile, but in the end he couldn't. Just kindly patted their heads. Go out first.
"High Priest!" Beside the dark man was a silver-haired woman who bit her lip and said, "Did God abandon us?"
"Did God give up, can't we see it?" The high priest finally stopped, the door opened, and the light outside cast a long shadow on him. Holy and extraordinary, he said hoarsely: "Our cities and villages have been swept away by the eagle warriors, and all the living ghosts have been taken to Miktland Hell... Isn't this not giving up?"
"But..." He turned around, and the crutches clacked and clacked on the ground: "At least we can't give up on ourselves..."
"There is no way to psychic the underworld of other underworlds. That's the Pluto Queen... Even if you recruit an earl, what's the use?"
The man gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "At least... let us escape to the world..."
The high priest smiled: "What about after escaping to the underworld?"
"Without pure yin qi, the desire to kill was high, and he began to attack the living. He became a ghost, a ghost. Then, he was strangled by the demon hunters of the Holy See and the world?"
"Then we have no way to survive?!" The silver-haired girl said almost crying: "Pluto is crazy! Crazy! I don't want to stay any longer!!"
"Every day, every second, living with fear, I... I might as well die!"
"You are already dead." The high priest said lightly. He shook his head and walked out. But right now!
boom! ! !
The paper figurine that was already lying down suddenly stood up. A ghost fire several meters high was burning on his body!
Immediately afterwards... an indescribably powerful yin qi exploded in the room! Within seconds, a three-meter-tall vortex was formed. And a figure is looming in it.
The next second, a young voice sounded: "Who... is calling this king?"