I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Sitting on the bed in Longge's room, Bering looked at the documents in his hand while writing furiously in his notebook.

Although this document has been read too many times, he doesn't mind continuing to read it.Because the more you see, the more you can deduce from it.

"The first time, the ending of total destruction. Everyone, including tomorrow, the countermeasures bureau and An Jianxiu, survived."

Bering leaned against the bed, his eyes were flat: "For the first time, I couldn't figure out the ability of the pale lady, but only deduced that it was related to 'contradiction'. Besides, her position seemed to be free from spirit and matter. After more than 30 attempts, it is roughly deduced that the weakest position of the middle circle is in the rooms of those photographers."

"In the afternoon, the meteorological disaster in Xinhai City will completely break out. It is preliminarily inferred that it is the sandstorm released by Ms. Pale and Baigui. The method is similar to that in Yanxia Mountain before. It also changes the terrain and weather. Perhaps this time Xinhai City also has a 'human watch' Participation?"

"No, it shouldn't be Human Watch. They are in danger now, and all countries are trying to exterminate them. So, there are other organizations hidden outside of 'Human Watch'? According to the special situation of 'Human Watch', it is Western Europe? Then In this case, it may be related to a certain Western European 'emperor'..."

"The ruler? Redbeard? Or... the Lionheart?"

"No matter who it is, if it is related to Human Watch, it may be from 'Hermes'. After all, the fifth seat of Human Watch, that alchemist is a member of the Hermes faction. From this point of view, is it Under the circumstances of being besieged, the alchemists attempted to seek the protection of the emperor? No, the Pale Lady should have happened earlier than this, and it is unlikely to happen at this time."

"The key now is what does Madam Pale want? Why did she come to Xinhai City again, and what is the purpose of bringing 'Hundred Ghosts' here..."

Bering's eyes flickered.

He looked up at the dark ceiling, was silent for a moment, and began to write and draw in his notebook again.

After writing a long paragraph of text, Bering stopped the pen in his hand, frowned and looked towards the room.

"The ring obviously feels mental fluctuations. This means that Ms. Pale has left the middle world and went to the material world? In other words, Xun Mo and Ming Zhou's people met Ms. Pale?"

Thinking of this, Bering put down the notebook in his hand.

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was 8:47 am at this moment.

Putting the phone aside, Bering took out a mask from his arms.

It was a wooden mask that seemed to be crying and smiling, and the two blue pupils in the eye sockets of the mask were particularly conspicuous.

After putting on the mask, he folded his hands and placed them on his chest.

"Cover the breath on me," he said.

After doing this action, the ring on his hand lit up with a pure white light.

As if a flashlight shines through a mirror, the light of the ring appears alienated and secretive. Little by little, the connection and shackles between the real world and the spiritual world are opened, and Bering is forced to "walk" from the airtight gate. void.

This should be difficult for ordinary people.

After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to even understand the spiritual world, let alone enter the so-called "middle world between spirit and matter".

But Bering was able to do it.

On the one hand, it was because he was assisted by the ring, and on the other hand, it was also because, as the ruler of the sea of ​​consciousness, no one knew better than him how to sneak into the consciousness.

Right now, it is just a slight change in strategy during the dive.

After a few short seconds, when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed from a gloomy room to an empty room filled with flames and frost.

Getting up from the bed, Bering turned his head and glanced at the table beside him.

Sure enough, he saw Brother Long's camera lying on the table next to it, which looked the same as the new one.

Stretching out his hand to grab the camera, Bering said thoughtfully: "It seems that the template is still in the material world, just like a 3D printed thing. This camera is probably the projection of objects from the outside world falling on this world, and it does not really exist. thing."

Putting down the dark and heavy equipment, Bering gently stroked the frost on the wall.

"The opposite temperature...does this mean that this room may have been people before?" Bering said in an unwavering voice, "According to what I saw in the photographer's memory before, Ms. Pale said that the photographer's fear will If new seeds are planted in the garden, is it possible to say that all things that may appear to be opposites are human beings in their original form?"

"It's also understandable. If it's really a special world floating between matter and spirit, then there must be something as the foundation to make up this place. And the human spirit may really be used between spirit and matter." outside."

In other words, this world... is likely to be a mountain of corpses piled up by human spirits.

But it's all just guesswork.

Bering really knew too little about Pale Lady's abilities.Although he has found some information and clues through the photographer's memory, there are some things he still plans to go and see for himself.

After all, no matter what, the memory left by the photographer is only his subjective record, which cannot represent the real pale lady to some extent.

Taking steps, Bering left the photographer's room.

He followed the path in the memory of the photographer, all the way to the parking lot.

This road is not too far, just a few minutes.

In this place, he saw the stumps of severed arms, blood and bright red human organs plastered on the wall.

Looking down at these stumps, Bering thought: "It's been dead for a long time."

Kicking the severed arm on the ground, his eyes wandered with the rolling arm: "I am not familiar with any of these people, which means that they are not our companions, that is to say, they are the ones who were killed by the pale before us. Who did the lady kill? This is good news, it seems that the pale lady has not yet broken free from the shackles of time, and this middle world also obeys the law of time."

It would be too bad if anyone here knew Bering.

Because the corpses here have been dead for a long time, conservatively estimated to be several years.And Bering and the others came in here yesterday, if yesterday's corpse showed signs of death in this world for several years... then it means that the time flow of this world may be different from the real world.

This also means that "time", the rule that imprisons all creatures, may not work in this world.

Even An Jianxiu's shadow and the aging God of Creation El have personally said that "time" is not a force that anyone can control, even if it is a foreign species.

Above the rules of "life", "death", and "soul", "time" is like the absolute emperor, ruling everything.

And Bering had previously suspected that Ms. Pale might have mastered part of the ability of "time".

It now appears that this doubt can be temporarily eliminated.Although Ms. Pale's abilities are weird, they are bound by "time" after all.

In this way, one of my doubts was resolved.

Nodding his head, Bering continued to take two steps forward.

This time he saw the sculpture that the photographer had stayed for a long time before.

Standing in front of the sculpture, Bering carefully studied the appearance of the sculpture.

He didn't feel the same feeling of being "peeped" like a photographer, perhaps because the pale lady was struggling with other things and didn't have time to focus on herself.

But that's fine too.

After thinking for a moment, Bering stretched out his hand.

In the next second, he hit the sculpture's stomach heavily!

This punch was very powerful, and it was a punch that an adult man had exhausted with all his strength.Under normal circumstances, this punch would not shatter the sculpture, but at least it would shake it twice.

However, the moment his fist touched the surface of the sculpture, Bering felt a strange...softness.

It's like punching a human body, without the hardness and heaviness of sculpture.

This is……

Bering's eyes flickered.

He withdrew his hand and looked up at the tall sculpture and the four eyes on it.

Soon, the moment they looked at each other.

He finally experienced the feeling of being "peeped" that the photographer had felt before.

It was as if something had crossed a vast distance, projected all the way from the other side, and landed on his body. There was undisguised malice in his eyes, as if the bone-biting poison was oozing out a shimmering smile. Light.

"I see," Bering nodded slightly, "Is this a clone?"

"Or to be more precise, this is a part of your body, and it is your beacon in this world."

Bering turned his head and glanced at the shattered sky: "The composition of this world is not human beings, or it was not human beings in the first place, and the human spirit can't build such a huge world, and it needs to consume too many lives. So - free The cornerstone beyond material and spiritual is actually you."

"You also have a 'contradictory' yourself, and you use this world to separate the other side of your contradiction, leaving only the current self. So, the current you is actually only half of the original you?"

"The purpose of your coming to Xinhai is to find your significant other?"

In the void, the pale figure broke through the shackles of space and landed beside Bering.

"It's you?" Her voice was ethereal, and it seemed to be whispering in someone's ear, "You are the guy who sent humans in... I feel a familiar smell from you."

"What do you have to do with 'Hermes'?"

Bering said nothing.

He just said to himself: "You look like a person who has been dead for a long time, but your soul contains vitality. In this contradictory situation, could it be said that your own contradiction is life and death? Now you are 'Dead life', and what you separate... is 'living death'?"

"It's so strange, shouldn't the rules of life and death still exist in the abyss? This should not be grasped by any alien species. Why you can show such an opposition is because you are special...you are Gods? Only gods can bring out some power of rules because of the characteristics of 'myth distortion'."

"A god who stands side by side with life and death, do you mean you are the 'Goddess of Death' Hela?"

Half of the face is a bright little girl, while the other half is a pale corpse, Hela, the manager of the underworld Helheim in Norse mythology.

But it shouldn't.

There is Hela in the abyss, which can be proved by "Human Watch". When the old scholar in Western Europe was arguing with his disciple, he also mentioned how cruel the "Hela" of the abyss is.

Obviously there is already a Hella, how could there be a second one?

With such doubts, Bering raised his head and glanced at the pale lady: "You seem to have a lot of mysteries."

Faced with Bering's doubts, Ms. Pale smiled lightly and said, "It seems that you are very confused?"

"You can't guess, how can human beings understand our greatness?" She fell from the sky and stopped in front of Bering, "You are creatures as small as ants. When you raise your heads, even the stars will be in awe. Useless emotional labors, but presume to be great. As intelligent beings, you are ugly and flawed."

Her knuckle-protruding hand gently covered Bering's face: "But you are a special one among human beings. I can feel the breath of 'death' from your body. Are you a living dead? Interesting , if it wasn't for the fact that I knew where my half body was, maybe I would have thought you were my other half."

"Well, if you are willing to tell me why you have the breath of Hermes, I will tell you part of my secret, what do you say?"

Her hands were rough and maybe cold, as was her smile now.

This is just a joke-like ridicule, and Ms. Pale herself didn't take this sentence to heart.

However, it was beyond her expectation.

"Okay," Bering said, "deal."

He raised his head and looked at the pale lady with calm and indifferent eyes: "I can tell you about Hermes, how to find him, and even how he stole the 'soul'. But with Instead, you need to tell me the corresponding secret."

This sentence really stunned Ms. Pale.

Although her face was covered with bones, Bering could still see the astonishment in her eyes.

Probably no one has ever been so forthright about negotiating terms with her.

After being silent for a while, she couldn't help but let out a deep laugh.

This laughter sounded creepy, like scratching a blackboard with fingernails, with a chilling sharpness.

"Interesting," she said, "I'm getting more and more curious about you. Where does your blind courage come from?"

With laughter, her disorganized facial features began to open and close: "No problem, I will ask three questions, and you can also ask three questions."

Only three?Is it because she only needs three answers?
Bering thought so in his heart.

Looking at the pale lady, he said calmly, "You should ask first."

The pale lady nodded slightly, and directly asked her first question: "Why do you have the breath of Hermes?"

In the face of this problem, Bering was not ambiguous at all.

He directly showed his palm, and then said to the pale lady: "The latest research of the Hermes sect, you know, they are very good at spirits."

Her eyes rested on Bering's fingers, and the pale lady was slightly taken aback.

Soon, she smiled and said: "So, the descendants of Hermes are really crazy. Well, the first question is over, it's time for you to ask. But let me tell you in advance, I won't tell you Any information about myself."

She was very cautious, even if she agreed to Bering, she quickly applied a patch afterwards.

But Bering didn't intend to just ask Ms. Pale for her own information.

There is absolutely no way to verify the authenticity of what comes out of your own mouth.

Actually what he wanted to ask was something else.

Looking at the pale lady, Bering said indifferently: "My first question is, do you know 'Starscream'?"

Starscream...

Hearing this name, the pale lady's eyebrows became a little loose.

She was probably frowning, but her disordered facial features made it difficult for her to make such a movement.

After a while, she said: "If the 'starscream' you mentioned is the same person I know, then I probably know him."

"He is a lunatic with human beings as the core. He incorporates other people's spirits into his own, thinking that he can ascend to the throne in this way. But obviously, he has not succeeded yet."

After getting the answer, Bering nodded slightly.

According to Ms. Pale, perhaps Starscream's human core is the reason why he was able to achieve the "Throne"?

And the "throne", if nothing else, is probably the "origin".

So, even though it has not been successful yet, soon Starscream will become the world's first "origin" level alien species...

How did he do that?
With such doubts in mind, Bering said to Ms. Pale, "The second one."

Looking at the crisp Bering, the pale lady's smile grew stronger: "I find that I like you more and more."

"Okay, the second question is, how did Hermes... steal his 'soul'?"

Faced with this question, Bering's complexion did not change at all.

He almost opened his mouth: "Rules. His own rules."

"He is the patron saint of thieves. He was twisted and born from the mythology and inherited the characteristics of thieves in the mythology. Coupled with the meticulous layout and the help of other gods and rule aliens, he finally stole part of the 'soul' the rule of."

That's true.

Although the Pale Lady didn't speak, the Prophet saw the meaning in her eyes.

This answer is a "doesn't count" wrong answer.

In fact, Bering didn't know what Hermes did, but he knew what Ms. Pale thought.

According to Ms. Pale's own thinking, Hermes must have used his thief characteristics to steal some of the "soul" rules.

At this time, you only need to follow her thoughts, and even if Bering's answer is not correct, it will be approved by Ms. Pale.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

The pale lady muttered, "Oh, despicable thief god..."

Shaking her head, she continued to look at Bering: "You can ask the second question."

Bering, who got the promise, did not hesitate at all.

He asked the most important question he wanted to answer this time: "The 'throne' you mentioned is the 'origin', right?"

"Origin it, what kind of power does it have?"

The voice fell.

The pale lady's face gradually changed a little.

The facial features hanging on the bones began to loosen, as if hearing something interesting, her eyes were full of mockery and fun.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be this question?" Ms. Pale said mockingly, "Interesting, it seems that you know more than I thought."

"Well, it happens that there are not many people in this world who can answer this question except me. As a reward for the fun you bring me, I will tell you the answer."

She looked down at Bering: "Do you know what aliens fear the most?"

most feared...

Bering did not answer.

He knew that the Pale Lady would speak the answer herself.

Sure enough, the next second, Ms. Pale said to herself: "It's 'time'."

"I don't know if you humans can understand it, but the fact is that even 'gods' are extremely afraid of time. And those monsters distorted from concepts are even more afraid of this thing."

"And the purpose of 'Origin' is to defeat 'Time'!"

The pale lady's voice gradually became louder: "That's right, 'time' is the ruler of everything in King's Landing, and 'origin' is the rebel who wants to firmly step on this ruler! Those who ascend the throne will be freed from the shackles of time. Detachment from within! This world, and even beyond, will be His Paradise!"

As she spoke, she pulled her neck viciously: "Even if you don't want this world, there is no one who doesn't want to be the 'origin'! Time is like a rope around our necks, binding us firmly, moving us No! As a noble creature, no one would be willing to be a prisoner!"

"This is the meaning of 'origin'. Those who can achieve the origin will become the new kings who can step on time and compete for the throne!"

"So far, most of the people who have tried have failed. However, failure does not mean that there is no gain. At least, 'Abyss' is the product of the failure to promote the origin. It broke free from the shackles of time to a certain extent, but In the end, I was entangled even deeper..."

Listen to her words.

For the first time, fluctuations appeared in the eyes of the prophet Furui Wubo.

So this is the "origin"...

He thought of the "Abyss" opened by the witch before, and the situation that his ability could not be used on the abyss.

"Sure enough, the purpose of the origin is to transcend time and become the only one," he sighed. "Perhaps this is good news. So far, no origin has been born."

Ok?
Looking at Bering, Madam Pale's originally high-spirited attitude gradually cooled down.

She narrowed her eyes and said softly, "What are you talking about?"

Unknowingly, there was a hint of vigilance in her tone.

But Bering just shook his head: "The second question is over, today, let's stop here."

He looked up at Ms. Pale: "Thank you for your answer, thank you very much. It can be said that your answer this time has given me a lot of inspiration. At least nothing else, just this information, I will not answer this time. For nothing."

What is he saying?
Hearing Bering's voice, Ms. Pale was even more surprised.

She always felt as if something was wrong.

With twinkling eyes, she almost didn't hesitate for a moment, and shot directly at Bering like lightning!

This hand pierced Bering's chest, directly holding his beating heart firmly in his hand.

And Bering just said lightly: "It's useless."

"I have found the answer, but you are still sinking," he said, "but it doesn't matter, after all, soon, you will forget everything that happened, and you will still be lost in the darkness."

"Goodbye then."

After saying this, Bering closed his eyes.

Wait until he wakes up again.

He was already in Brother Long's room.

Turning his head to look at the phone, Bering's eyes were fixed on the number of seconds on the phone screen.

8:47, no more and no less, exactly 10 minutes.

"Harvest," he muttered to himself, "this second time, it seems to be over."