Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 261 The Watcher

The moment Esther stretched out her hand and touched the flesh and blood limbs, the whole piece of bright red organs on the ground trembled violently, the heart with the eyeballs beat harder, and the eyeballs inside were almost about to separate orbital.

The next moment, all the flesh and blood squirmed violently and flew away, surrounding Esther and covering her head.

If it weren't for the "spiritual intuition" repeatedly conveying the "safe and harmless" feedback, Esther would definitely parasitize the skylark immediately, and quickly fly away without looking back.

But now she has almost lost control of her body, she can only shrink her shoulders tightly, try to widen her eyes, for fear that she will miss any changes because of closing her eyes, and will be crushed suddenly without even a chance to escape.

Even though she seems to be more casual on the surface, Esther still feels uncomfortable in this weird situation. Compared with the fear of driving ordinary people crazy, she feels more physically disgusting-anyone who is covered by a mass of flesh and blood It's easy to have the same feeling when you paste it down.

"The body... remains..."

But soon, as the dark "water flow" hidden between the flesh and blood slowly covered her forehead and covered her eyes, the anxiety in Esther's heart was diluted by stronger emotions.

The filthy and crazy atmosphere oppressed her senses, and the hateful and vicious ravings approached her ears, as if grasping the threads of all evil thoughts, dissecting people from the inside out, pulling out the many malice hidden in the heart.

A little bit of black shadow was gradually drawn away from Esther's eyes and merged into the thick black water.

The round starburst symbols in Esther's eyes were no longer covered up, and shimmered faintly under the bloody mass.The gloomy emotions that made Esther tremble a second ago were replaced by strange peace and indifference at this moment.

The voice from the black water gradually became clearer and more stable: "Stay away from pollution, avoid aggregation...beware of them..."

The jet of black water rose slowly from her eyes, and then gently pressed against the top of Esther's head, as if to soothe her nearly mad spirit just now.

The lark on Esther's shoulders was also covered with thick layers of flesh. Since Esther's whole body was covered in blood and flesh, the lark was almost squeezed by a piece of dark red liver.

The little bird shook the piece of meat stuck to its head, let out an unhappy scream, and pecked vigorously at the liver next to it.

This movement seemed to startle the flesh and blood wrapped around Esther's body, and the muddy object tightly attached to her squirmed again, quickly condensed and compressed, and soon turned into a thin layer.

The black viscous liquid fell back to the ground along Esther's shadow, and rolled back to the shadow under the cross.

The bright red cloak with a hood twisted continuously, absorbing all the blood on Esther's body, and restraining the chaotic overlapping lines that could show the shape of the internal organs.Finally, the end of the cloak fell down with gravity, leaving only black lines behind Esther, outlining a huge sunflower disc.

"The Lord who created everything..."

Such a voice came from the shadow under Esther's feet, telling Esther the spell needed to release the power of the cloak.

Esther's lips moved suddenly: "Can it be replaced?"

Then, as if to supplement her own words, Esther quickly added another sentence: "I don't want to always—I will feel like I am disturbing others by saying my honorable name frequently."

To Esther's surprise, a hearty laugh came from the shadow, which made her face gradually turn red, but her indifferent expression didn't change much.

Is this a weird requirement?Why was his reaction so violent?
"Then what do you wish for?"

Esther hesitated for a moment, and a word slipped from her lips: "Chernobog?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and just when Esther thought that the other party was offended by her casual address, the hoarse voice came out from the shadow again:

"No, Hells."

Esther always felt that the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where she heard it.

"it is good."

The shadow floated again, slapping Esther's back lightly, the sunflower disk on the back of the blood-colored cloak trembled, the pattern of the flower disk suddenly swelled up, and the crowded eyes opened at the same time, exuding a filthy aura full of deterrence.

Esther's body stiffened, and she relaxed again after the eyes closed simultaneously and the sunflower disk returned to normal.

The timing was just right, and Esther quickly asked the question that she had been full of doubts all the way before: "Amon said before that He knows where my anchor is. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know, my memory is incomplete, and it's rarely been as peaceful as it is today."

Esther grabbed the collar of the cloak. The button was a translucent oval piece of nails. For some reason, she had an intuition that these were fingernails.The cloak felt smooth to the touch, but the fabric was as warm as body temperature.

Esther looked up at the cross above: "Do you really not need me to stay here?"

The shadow cast by the cross violently turbulent again, as if it would surge up again at any moment, enveloping Esther.

It wasn't until several minutes later that the noisy and chaotic whispers calmed down again, and a hoarse voice came from Esther's shadow:

"If you want to leave, let Ulorius take you away."

The silver-haired "Angel of Destiny" bowed down respectfully, and when he looked up, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Esther poked the lark on her shoulder, untied the holy emblem of the night from its neck and stuffed it into her bosom.

After Esther's soft persuasion, the skylark screamed in distress, spread its wings reluctantly, and flew towards the direction of the phantom cross.

The curtain of shadow suddenly lifted, engulfing the approaching lark.

Esther sniffed and frowned slightly: "Why does it smell like tobacco..."

There was no answering voice from the shadows.

Instead, Ulorius stood up and walked slowly to Esther. Because of the command of the Lord, Ulorius spoke much more smoothly this time: "Do you want to leave?"

"Can I stay here a little longer?"

There was a little confusion on Ulorius' face, and after a moment of quiet thinking, he nodded: "When you leave, find me."

Esther glanced at Leo Master, who was praying devoutly in the corner: "This place is completely isolated from the outside world? If I want to take others away, is there any way?"

She still remembers that this is the "Land Abandoned by the Gods", and she knew a young man who lived here. Behind the "sun", there is still a city that has been forgotten here, struggling to survive in the eternal night.

In the past several seconds, Ourorius, who had a rather long reflection arc, responded: "It's isolated, so it won't work."

Esther immediately realized the key point and pointed to herself: "Because we are special, that's why we can leave in that way?"

Ouroreus nodded.

If so, it is best not to have any contact with the "sun".Otherwise, when the agreement cannot be reached, it is easy to give false hope to the "sun", it is better not to see it.

Esther waved at Ulorius: "Then I'll go down the mountain first."

"Ah."

Ouroreus looked gentle, and waved his hand in a gesture similar to Esther.

For some reason, Esther suddenly had a sense of disobedience that "elementary school students leave home to go to school alone".

After walking a certain distance, she looked back at the phantom cross in the sky, and the silver-haired figure still waving below.

Well, let me correct it, maybe it's the weird feeling of "running away from home in the second year of middle school"... Why did "Zoya" start pretending to be dead again?Get up and let your "spiritual intuition" work, there are so many dangers down the mountain!

Esther began to think wildly in her heart again, trying to resolve her complicated emotions, but what she showed on her face was only a frown of dissatisfaction.

The indifferent and gentle expression on her face was exactly the same as that of Ouroreus, and there was a lingering mark in her eyes.

After Esther drifted away, Leomaster's body trembled violently.

He raised his head to look up at the phantom of the cross, with blood and tears on his face, and kept swallowing the pieces of flesh and blood that rushed to his mouth.

Ouroreus knelt down to the side indifferently, and continued to pray to the cross.

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Generally speaking, it is easier to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain, but for Esther, the situation is reversed.

When going up the mountain, Esther was parasitic on the lark, and Ouroreus stood very steadily on his shoulders, with almost no bumps, which made Esther wonder if he had already gotten used to carrying the lark around.

At this time, Esther walked down the mountain on foot while stealing the distance. It took a lot of time to reach the foot of the mountain, and she was already feeling tired.

Perhaps it also includes the reason for meeting the "true creator". Esther's "spiritual intuition" constantly gives feedback, and this interaction consumes Esther's spirituality and spirit.

Why do I have to walk on my feet, I really want to fly...

Esther moved her wrist twice, and tightened the red cloak on her shoulders again. Its length was almost just right. Although it was over her knees, it would not be dragged to the ground. It could be said to be tailor-made.

If it weren't for the darkness around her, the bright red cloak would be even more dazzling, making Esther doubt that a big bad wolf would appear in the next second.

As she left the range of the mountain and walked into the same barren plain, more and more monsters could be seen wandering in the darkness, but they rarely approached Esther's direction.

Even though there was no light around her, Esther was not hidden by the darkness here. She took out the silver holy emblem of the night in her arms, and a layer of black light would pass over it from time to time, constantly absorbing the "hidden" divine power residue.

It was precisely because of the fluctuation of the holy emblem of the night that Esther threw out the guess of "God War" to Ouroreus.

However, Ulorius really couldn't provide her with much information, not even as much as what "The Sun" said in the Tarot Club.

Esther stuffed the Sacred Emblem of the Night back into her arms, thankful that she asked "The Fool" for leave in advance, and missed the Tarot Club this week, so she didn't have to worry about the passage of time.

Perhaps the "Fool" should help to report the "students of the world" to be safe, tsk...

Thinking of Klein's self-exposure, saying that he is also a favored person of "The Fool", Esther really wanted to reprimand him face to face, because she didn't vent enough to write a letter, and it was not convenient for "The Fool" to know.

Esther could still feel a faint call coming from somewhere in the "Land Abandoned by God". Before leaving, she wanted to take a look there.

　I always feel that these two chapters are written a bit like Mary Su.Although it is a little bit better than the weird sitcom I imagined, I still apologize to the readers who may not accept it.

　　I won’t let go of sitcom brain supplements!
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　　Five thousand has been collected, and tomorrow will be three shifts, and the saved manuscripts will bottom out day by day. (happy)
　　I've been a little confused recently, and I'll start to look back at the comments slowly next week. Thank you to everyone who is willing to watch Esther come to this day. This book is already halfway through.

　　The basic setting of the next part has already leaked from the smooth cerebral cortex. I don't plan to slowly digest the decryption scholar, and the next one will directly steal the fire (crossed out).

　　It's a continuation of the story after the end of this book, and I've even considered how the curly-haired baboons are connected together.The opening is in Feneport, I hope to accumulate more settings and materials before that, and write this book completely, otherwise my mentally handicapped stereotype and reading volume will not be able to support too many things...

　　Maybe it’s because I’m on the street that I can happily write stories and share this happiness with you. This is just right for me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)