Stop Calling Me!

When he was looking at the pages of the memory book, his expression changed drastically, because the priest sent by the Quiet Words to Bayland was already certain that he was an old friend who had gone astray.

The man named Yale Willard, the author of "Silent Language", a man who has lived for more than a hundred years.

George closed his eyes, he still remembered the past of the two.

Myself, Yalei, and that noble bastard named Byron, the three explored together around the world, looking for ancient secrets and pursuing crazy excitement.

He and Byron were young at the time, and the long-established Yale Villard was the leading man in the small team.

After a few years, the three parted ways and ended up on three very different paths.

He opened his eyes and said calmly: "Our first goal is to kill Yalei Willard, the priest of the Word of Silence, and end this chaotic night."

George's face was calm, and he quickly made up his mind.

That man is truly immortal, and I must use the disaster-level relic to end him at the right time.

"Second Blade: Absolute Death."

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It was raining at night.

In the depths of the abandoned industrial area, there is an abandoned building near the edge of the city that is about to be demolished.

On the top floor of the abandoned building, on the paved ground without any decoration, hundreds of men in gray robes sat cross-legged.

Everyone remained absolutely silent, without any movement.

Outside the abandoned building, the sound of fighting could still be heard from time to time, but the believers sitting cross-legged on the top floor seemed to be unable to hear anything.

Quiet.

The goal of their teachings is to obtain absolute peace of mind, and for this purpose, they believe in the quiet singer who symbolizes "peace of mind" and "peace".

An old man sat in the middle of the crowd.

Priest of the Whisper of Silence, he never makes a sound in the presence of his faithful.

Priests use ideas to convey their thoughts.

Believers all have a blank sheet of paper in their hands, on which there are faint black characters gradually appearing, fleeting, and then the next sentence appears.

Floating sequentially on the white paper:

"The ignorant mortals have discovered us, time is running out, and it's too late to move."

"Currently, the ignorance of mortals has the upper hand, and our strength is temporarily no match for them."

"With the words of silence, there is no possibility of defeating these ignorant mortals. Our strength in Bayland is still not strong enough."

"But we still have an opportunity, which belongs to the opportunity given by God."

Having said that, he paused.

Quiet Words has obtained an important piece of information in the past few days, which is completely credible and enough to change the situation of the battle.

"The whole of Bayland has become some kind of 'special place', and in this special place, communicating with the gods will become very easy."

"The Ember of Chaos has successfully contacted the heresy and false gods of the belief several times, because Berland has already undergone a mutation."

"We are going to perform sacrifices."

"Berland's mysterious power will help us reach the great singer."

All the words appeared on the white paper one by one, and then disappeared indistinctly. The gray-robed believers still did not make a sound, but they all knew what the priest was thinking.

Only His power can defeat the mortals of the Anti-Magical Bureau.

Immediately hold a necessary sacrifice, begging the great God to descend the great god.

"The power of the singer will make all things fall into tranquility, and everyone will get real peace of mind."

"In the end, we will sacrifice Belander to our revered singer."

Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Sacrificial Disasters

The disciples of the Quiet Word got up from the ground one after another.

Only the priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony sat in the middle without any movement, as if he had fallen into a state of suspended animation.

He is very old, very old, at least seventy or eighty years old, and senile.

However, there was not even a single wrinkle on his youthless face.

There is an indescribable and unexplainable strange feeling on this old man's face.

A believer held a black ball the size of a heart solemnly, and walked from behind the believers.

He knelt down in front of the priest slowly, lowered his head, and offered the black ball in his hand high.

The priest gently reached out and took the black ball.

This is the relic that the Word of Silence was about to sacrifice to the great Singer of Silence.

Disaster (disaster level) mysterious relic.

All disaster relics are things that are enough for the country to pay attention to. The Nolan Anti-Magical Bureau will hold a special meeting for each new disaster relic that appears.

The data files of disaster-level relics can only be accessed by investigators of B-level and above.

Holding the black ball in his hand, the priest stood up slowly, as slowly as a dying person.

The believers standing around all knelt down at the same time and lowered their heads neatly.

The priest still didn't say a word, but continued to spread his heartfelt voice on the paper.

New black writing appeared on each "white paper".

"A sacrifice to the great Singer of Silence, that he may grant us eternal peace and peace of mind."

The black ball in the priest's hand quietly opened, and an ancient silver-gray cross floated in it, ancient and stale, without any brilliance.

The disaster-grade relic that Quiet Words will sacrifice is called "Old Colored Cross".

The Word of Tranquility is one of the few disaster-level relics that have been passed down from generation to generation. It is said that its maker is a mystic scholar who was struggling to pursue the world until he left the mortal world.

He has been plagued by bad luck since he was a child, and sickness, curses, and accidental injuries are all part of his daily life.

Every relative and friend also died due to accidents, but he survived all kinds of hardships and pains, and has been running around all day long in pursuit of peace of mind.

Finally, he produced the "Old Color Cross", and at the moment of finishing it, the scholar finally got peace of mind.

As long as the cross is held on the body, the user will have the power of a "barrier".

This "barrier" does not exist but is conceptualized. No matter what physical damage, curse, poison, charm, or disease the body suffers, it will be completely invalidated by this invisible "barrier".

The price of using it is also obvious, the holder will hear more and more ravings and strange sounds, and gradually fall into an uncontrollable madness.

The more "attacks" you encounter during the holding process, the faster you tend to fall into madness.

Except for the mystic scholar, those who use it in the future will never be able to feel at ease. Therefore, the followers of the Quiet Word have a strong resistance to this disaster relic.

The priest held a black sphere split into a lotus flower in his hands, and the old cross was floating in it. The kneeling believers separated to the two sides, and no one raised their heads.

He walked forward slowly, without any intention of stopping.

The body of the priest went directly through the wall, stepped in the dark midair, and walked out from the top floor of the abandoned building.

His footsteps were in mid-air.

The noisy voices around stopped, and the rain in midair stopped falling.

Quiet.

"..."

The priest was silent for a long time, and finally waited for the time represented by the quiet singer, and he began to pray silently deep in his heart.

"Your name is the name of all, and your voice is the voice of all."

"Guide of peace, chanter of the dead."

"The Eternal Rest who gives rest to the world."

"I will offer you the ever-fading cross, calling out to you from the bottom of my heart, expecting you, begging you."

"Please bestow eternal tranquility and peace of mind to the world that is about to move."

In the dark sky, countless gray lines form an irregular wriggling pattern, serving as an invisible altar to communicate with the quiet singers.

I don't expect the Singer of Tranquility to come, but I just hope that the great He can bestow a gift.

As long as the gift is given, the Quiet Words can use the power of the gift to make the investigators of the Anti-Magical Bureau feel desperate.

The old-colored cross slowly flew high into the sky, the surrounding rain stopped falling, and a huge dark vortex gradually appeared in the dark rain cloud.

There seems to be some kind of terrifying thing coming out of the dark vortex, which is darker than the darkness, tens of thousands, bound by some invisible force.

Once they appear, the whole world will be greatly destroyed.

Below the abandoned building, George, Su Ling and other investigators raised their heads one after another, and they all noticed the strange scene in the dark sky.

An extremely strong, unignorable, and indescribable aura emerged from the huge dark vortex, and the investigators were extremely astonished and felt a strong sense of bewilderment.

Except for Su Ling and George, everyone squatted down with their heads in their hands, unable to bear the pressure.

Su Ling persisted for a while, but still closed her eyes.

George put down the black umbrella in his hand and let the rain hit his face. Only he could bear the headache and look directly at the things in the whirlpool.

Huge, terrifying, indescribable, tens of thousands...

"Are all the family members inside?"

Even on a rainy night, he could roughly see clearly that floating in midair was the priest of the Quiet Word, who was performing some kind of mysterious sacrifice or ceremony.

Although it was not clear what the opponent was going to do, George had no idea of ​​waiting for the enemy to finish it.

White lightning flashed in the air, and the priest's face was completely illuminated. George could see his face clearly, a face that was lifeless and not like a living person.

The conditions for using the third blade——accomplished.

"Borrow and take, the third blade."