Shadow Apostle

The round door, the spherical door shaft, and the arc-shaped gas lamp were burning, illuminating this strange room.

All the furnishings in the room are curved, and no object that is conceptually "one" has the concept of an "angle" except for the locations of contact between different objects.

Or rather, their 'angular' degrees are all very high, visually closer to a continuous arc.

It’s not strange for an object to be like this, but if the whole house is like this, it’s no longer strange, but weird.

Horst felt a chill crawling up his back from his tailbone.

It felt like a cold wind was blowing through the back of my neck.

Clothes, which can be integrated with people, don’t count. Can’t anything else have ‘horns’?

What would happen if there were ‘horns’?

Bah, bah, bah, I didn’t think about anything, I wasn’t curious at all.

In the mysterious world, thoughts themselves also have very strange power, and Horst did not dare to be careless.

Slapping himself lightly, Horst took a closer look at the room.

It was empty, except for a round metal door opposite.

Both the door and the wall looked very thick, as if they were guarding against something.

Horst touched his body and made sure he had put all his belongings at the door before walking into the next metal door.

The first thing you see is a spherical table and two spherical chairs.

and a man sitting in one of the chairs.

Wearing the simplest nightgown, without any attachments such as buttons and ties, there is nothing else on her body, not even shoes.

He is about thirty years old, with a handsome and enchanting appearance. It is difficult to distinguish between male and female. He has short unkempt hair, pale complexion and sunken eye sockets. He looks like he has been overworked, giving people a very weak feeling, as if he may not be able to breathe at any time. Same.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Drom."

The other party pointed to the chair opposite, and Horst discovered that there was a strange mark on the back of his hand, like a birthmark. However, when he looked carefully, he felt a stinging pain in front of his eyes, and the birthmark kept twisting as if it was alive, which made him quickly look away.

The other party's voice was thicker, more like a man's, but his Adam's apple was not obvious. At this time, he gasped and whispered in a voice as weak as his appearance:

"You can just call me Green."

Horst frowned. The other party's words always gave him a strange feeling, but he still sat down and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Green, I am..."

"Well, I know, you are Mr. Horst Drom introduced by Sven White, the awakener left by the Lord of Shadows in the world, and the Scarecrow's collaborator. Oh, by the way, you are also a friend of the Burnt family. .The Awakened One of the Lord of Shadows found the Burnt family, one of the custodians of the inheritance. If I were not a prisoner of the mysterious world, I would definitely think this is a wonderful coincidence."

The corners of Horst's eyes twitched. He understood what the strange feeling he had been feeling just now was. This person seemed to know him and knew many things, including his own identity and even the secrets of the Berndt family.

"Are you a prophet?"

Horst remembered that W from the royal capital was a prophet, the awakener of Artemis.

"It's very similar, but completely different. The essence of prophecy is to accept future information in various ways, and then use your own spirit to analyze and interpret it. Therefore, their prediction results are often very different, and the interpretation of the results is extremely It is difficult to say whether it is accurate due to great subjectivity. Even those who are awakened by Silver Moon only increase the accuracy of interpretation. But we are different. Our sight can occasionally penetrate directly through the river of time and capture some and Pieces of ourselves that matter.”

"A direct peek into the future?"

"It can be understood that way, but they are all very scattered fragments, incomplete dialogues and the like. Compared with prophecies, they have their own advantages and disadvantages."

"I see." Horst nodded and pointed at the strange furnishings around him. "Are these unique arrangements also a condition for you to peek into the future?"

"Well... that's right. In other words, it's the price you pay. You don't have to pay too much attention." Green's expression was a little stiff and he said evasively, "Like you, I am also the successor of a fallen god. The all-seeing eye, the rank 3. Because I can see more things, I also know a little bit about the questions you want to ask. I can answer you, but do you really want to know?"

"Yes, but what do I have to pay?"

Horst's heart sank, and Swain White's strange expression flashed before his eyes.

Free stuff, while nice, often means paying a higher price elsewhere.

"Three questions, in exchange for your willpower, you can recover naturally every day."

"Huh? What is that?"

Green did not answer and continued talking to himself: "Actually, I am luckier than you. The All-Seeing Eye died naturally because there were too few believers. Unlike you, the gods still left a group of enemies in the mortal world."

"Huh? Enemy?"

"This is the first question you want to ask. This is the first of the various fragments I saw." Genlin smiled, making his appearance even more monstrous, "The Lord of Theft and Fraud Lyle has always coveted the power of the shadows and made a surprise attack from behind during the confrontation between the Lord of Shadows and other gods. In the mortal world, the deceitful apostle united six or seven churches that were hostile to the shadows. In a month, almost or Overtly or covertly, all the temples of the Shadow Believers were destroyed. This conspiracy directly led to Abigail's fall."

Horst frowned and nodded, feeling a little strange, but before he could ask, Green continued.

"It's really strange, because things should have ended with Lyle seizing the power of shadow and Abigail's death, but afterwards Lyle didn't seem to inherit Abigail's divine power, but instead focused on all the inheritance related to Abigail. Custodians and successors like you gradually faded away until the beginning of the Fourth Age.”

"It doesn't seem to be downplaying it much."

Horst was lost in thought for a moment. When he turned around, he found that at some point, Green's upper body had crossed the table and was in front of him.

Eye to eye, his handsome face was only a dozen centimeters away from him, and he could even hear his breathing.

"Then, I will accept the reward this time in advance."

With a devilish smile, Green took a deep breath.

Horst felt a strange air flow being sucked out of his mouth and nose, and his body instantly became very tired, as if he had just run tens of thousands of meters. On the opposite side, Green's originally pale complexion was obviously much more rosy, and his brows also had a bright look.

"Thank you very much."

Green let out a long breath and leaned back on the ball seat. While he was full of energy, his voice was also a little bit shriller:

"Why is this no longer available? What a pity. Your taste is better than others. If you have any questions that need consultation next time, you are welcome to come again."

what's the situation?

Horst was stunned for a long time before his brain came to his senses.

He stood up suddenly and almost overturned the chair.

If he hadn't been sore and exhausted, he would have jumped up.

Is this the willpower he's talking about?

Why can't it be normal if we have to use such a weird method?

I was almost forcibly kissed by someone who didn't even know the gender.

Hell, Swain White must have known it too.

No wonder his expression was so strange at that time.

"Don't use this expression, I need this willpower, you need answers, everyone gets what they need. Anyway, for you, these willpower will be restored after sleeping, why not exchange it with me, I can hold on for a while longer . This is what you promised. If you don't agree, I won't be able to take it by force."

You didn't mean to use this weird method.

Damn Swain White, he must have resented me for knocking him a cup of Dunster, so he deliberately didn't tell me in advance. I remember this account.

Horst gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I admit it, then you continue to tell me, why does Lyle, the Lord of Fraud, do such strange things?"

"Who knows about the gods? The result is that he failed to inherit the divine power. As for the reason, mortals like you and me can't understand it. Maybe due to some accidents, the divine power has not been transferred."

"Okay." Horst tried not to think about what he had just experienced and kept his expression serious. "Then my second question..."

"The two experiences of being guided by shadows that you described should not be illusions, but it is difficult to judge what they mean specifically. I can only say that based on my experience in mysticism, those two guidances should be consistent with the characteristics of your awakening. related."

Before Horst asked the question, Green had already given the answer. Horst was no longer surprised at all now. Instead, he felt that this was the level that a master of prophecy should have, but... characteristics?

That guidance I don’t understand?

Staring unconsciously at Green's strange face, Horst was in a trance for a moment.

There seemed to be a vague and sacred voice ringing in my ears.

"Wherever the shadows go, there will be thousands of lights illuminating the darkness and breaking through the fog."

I see.

The moment he understood this guiding feature, Horst found that it was indeed the most suitable feature for him.

Guidance does not directly prompt you, and no one tells you what to do.

It is a spontaneous operation of shadow power.

Use shadows as a guide to make it easier to spot key points you missed.

Allow yourself to clear away the fog in front of your eyes and see the light again.

But anyway, it's just an ordinary shadow.

No matter it starts or ends, there will be no changes beyond common sense.

It just gives a hint in the dark. Whether you can realize it or not depends on yourself.

A very mysterious tip, but... very interesting.

Finally, I have a preliminary understanding of the two characteristics, and I feel like a truly awakened person.

Horst smiled and nodded to Green.

He was too lazy to speak. Green should know his third question anyway.

But Green shook his head: "Distortion, mutation, and madness, in the journey against mystery, these are the biggest enemies of every awakened person, and they are also the fate that most awakened people have not yet met. I don't know how many awakened people have suffered from this. It has turned into a crazy twisted body. If it can be reversed, will it still create such terrifying pressure for us?"

Horst's expression darkened: "Is there nothing you can do?"

Green shook his head: "As far as I know, there is no way to reverse it. If this is your friend, let him try not to leave any regrets before he goes completely crazy. In addition, Mr. Zhuomu, for your friend Before you worry, there is actually something more worth worrying about."

"Um?"

"What did you bring in?"

Green looked Horst up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the ground at his feet:

"So that's it. Conceptually, it can be considered an object rather than dust. No wonder this section is severely disturbed by mystery. I can't see clearly."

Horst followed his gaze.

A small stone lies on the ground.

It must have been accidentally brought in while standing under the boots, and fell from the bottom of the boots when he suddenly stood up and backed away.

The small stones are irregular in shape, but there is no doubt that they have 'horns' of different sizes on them.

At this moment, a strange cloud of smoke and dust was emerging from the stone.