Quenched long order

Chapter 110 The King of the Black Domain
"What did you see?" Seeing that Saul didn't answer for a long time, Rooney asked.

Sauer briefly described the statue in his eyes. Although he had tried his best to describe it in detail, for some reason, he always felt that his words had become very lacking at this time, like a baby who had just begun to understand the world. He even thought that his eyes were deceiving himself and could not really see the statue in front of him clearly.

It's an enigmatic feeling.

After Rooney heard it, he looked puzzled. This expression lasted for two seconds, and then turned into surprise. Then, he asked in a serious tone:

"Are you sure?"

"If this is the case, I'm afraid, I know why this disaster happened..."

He pursed his lips, as if thinking about something deeper.

"The statue you saw is the statue of an ancient god known as the King of the Black Domain. As far as I know, the statue of the King of the Black Domain will never suddenly appear in ordinary people's homes, because even a sculptor who looks at the statue of the King of the Black Domain cannot carve it into the same shape. Whenever the imitated statue is so close that people can't distinguish it, the statue in the hands of the sculptor will suddenly break and turn into a pile of waste rocks."

"This is the power of the ancient gods, absolutely unique."

"The garrison team at Westwood Port once cracked down on an illegal organization called the Black Territory Cult. The people in the Black Territory Cult all devoutly believed in the King of the Black Territory. They had only one purpose, and that was to wake up the King of the Black Territory, come to the world, and change the whole world."

"To be honest, if you simply say that they have brain problems, it will appear that I am the same as them. In fact, I have also understood the thoughts of the members of the Black Territory Cult. They do not want to destroy the entire world, but want the entire Westwood Port to be ruled by an absolute force. In simple terms, it is to make all disasters into the same kind of disaster. If there is only one kind of disaster, you only need to follow one rule to live in peace of mind. In this way, Westwood Port will be even better."

After speaking, Rooney smiled bitterly, as if he didn't know how to evaluate this idea.

"I can understand a little bit, but only a little bit. After all, look at the Mance family, they didn't do anything...Of course, this matter is related to the Black Territory Cult. We can attribute the responsibility to the Black Territory Cult. However, there are still many disasters that are not man-made. These disasters appear suddenly and destroy everything that people have worked so hard to build. Then, for unknown reasons, they suddenly disappear, or they always exist."

"So, some of these people want to change the status quo, they are actively looking for ways to change the status quo, hope that we live in a better place, but, how to put it..."

Rooney sighed and continued:

"...Many disasters often come from those good wishes."

Sauer looked at the worried Rooney, which seemed to be another side of Rooney.

He recalled Rooney's last words, many disasters often come from those good wishes.

Suddenly, he recalled what he did on Stewart Island. He was desperate to keep Garland alive, but in the end it turned into a heart-wrenching scene.

Those memories that belonged to the mutant Garland still made him feel suffocated when he recalled them now.

"It seems that I have to contact the defense team as soon as possible, and leave the rest to them." Rooney looked around, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Saul asked.

"I still haven't seen Mance and the others..." Rooney rubbed his eyes. In his eyes, the living room was still the same as what he had seen before. The only difference was that Mrs. Mariela was resting.

Mariela groaned and woke up with her forehead resting on her forehead. She opened her eyes, but she didn't look towards the window.

She seemed to have heard Rooney's words, so she opened her mouth to answer, her voice trembling slightly, as if she was trying to control herself from recalling the horrible memories of these few hours.

The strange feeling of being turned into an object seems to have gradually disappeared from his mind. She did not try to keep these memories. It is better for her to leave these memories.

She knew that forgetting these memories was actually her soul protecting herself.

"Rooney, you have to find it. If you leave, you will become like Mance, and this disaster will continue."

Mariela said something that almost knocked Rooney off his feet.

According to Rooney's idea, after Sauer found it, the rules of disaster have been broken.

"It shouldn't be..." Saul walked towards the statue of the King of the Black Territory. He walked up to the statue of the King of the Black Territory and slowly stretched out his right hand, waiting for the burning sensation in the depths of his soul. However, the burning sensation had disappeared without a trace the moment he found Mariela.

He speeded up and grabbed the statue of the King of the Black Territory vigorously with his right hand, but his right hand passed through the statue directly. It felt as if the statue of the King of the Black Territory did not exist in his world, but was in another time and space.

After trying back and forth several times, he finally confirmed that he really couldn't touch the statue of the King of the Black Territory.

"Can't touch it?" Rooney saw Saul's movements and already knew the answer.

Saul nodded, expressing helplessness.

Rooney rested his forehead with his right hand. He didn't remember the location of the furniture at all yesterday. If he had to find it by himself, there might be another piece of furniture in Mance's room.

In the rest of the time, Saul recalled his operation last night while helping to deduce what Rooney should have seen.

"That painting..."

"There is a problem with the bed..."

"Tea cup, ah... isn't it... okay..."

"Can't you think about it?"

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When the sun was fully up, Rooney also found the last one. The search process for the two of them was quite difficult. Considering the time limit after finding the first one, the two actually started by comparing and confirming the furniture that may have problems. Due to the sufficient preparations in the early stage, there is plenty of time left for Rooney.

When the last one was found, the scene in Rooney's eyes also changed, becoming what Saul saw.

"The King of the Black Domain..." Saul looked at the statue on the shelf in the corner of the living room, stepped forward, and gently grabbed the statue of the King of the Black Domain. This time, his right hand did not pass through the statue of the King of the Black Domain, but firmly held it in his hand.

At this time, an idea came to his mind.

If the Blessed Black Mist on Stewart Island can destroy the Curse of the Gold Mine, then when the King of the Black Realm meets the Blessed Black Mist on Stewart Island, who will destroy whom?Or is another... unsolvable existence born?

"Give this to me. I'll hand it over to the defense team. To be honest, it's not safe for you to hold it in your hand. Who knows if it will cause any trouble." Rooney pressed his right thumb on his temple. Just now he carefully recalled the situation at Mance's house last night. Until now, he still has a slight headache.

"Where's the Mance family?" Saul was a little curious, "and the security guards."

Rooney looked at the Mance family, and the expression on his face became serious.

When Mariela heard it, she immediately came up to him. When Saul helped Rooney find it, Mariela didn't leave, but sat where she was.

"Rooney, can they change back?" Mariela's eyes were moist.

Luck doesn't happen to everyone.

Saul looked at Mr. Mance again, the chair made of flesh and blood, even though it was the most violent moment of the sun, it still gave him chills on his back.

"I don't know." Rooney shook his head and said, "We have to see if any alchemists are interested in them. I don't think it is very likely that they will change back. However, don't give up hope just yet, Mrs. Mariela, maybe a miracle will happen."

Mariela smiled, a smile full of bitterness.

(End of this chapter)