The Fool of the Gods

These blue [Memory] powers pulled at the ascetic monk's deepest memories, slowly cutting and rewriting his cognition like a scalpel.

In the blink of an eye, he forgot his purpose and who Du Xiguang and Fang Jue were, and stood there with a dull look.

"15 seconds! Hurry!"

Fang Jue woke up after hearing Du Xiguang's roar, and immediately reached out to [When Fear Comes].

He felt that the struggle of this semi-artifact was not violent, and it didn't look like it could throw people out. Although he was confused, he issued a decree again for safety:

"No resistance here!"

In theory, the power of [Order] on the player is too little after all, and the rank is much worse than that of a semi-artifact.

Especially as a relic of a dual-divinity subordinate god, [When Fear Comes] should not be affected in any way.

But unexpectedly, this semi-artifact still quieted down under Fang Jue's decree.

The scene was so tense that everyone subconsciously ignored this point.

Fang Jue was delighted, and quickly picked it up and threw it to Du Xiguang.

He was not denying his ability, but he thought that in his memory, the person who took him to look through his memory must have more means than himself!

Du Xiguang turned over and caught the semi-artifact thrown to him, and felt relieved.

Finally!

After much effort, he finally found it. The clue to the trial may be...

"Boom!"

Before Du Xiguang could take a closer look, a devastating thunder force blasted towards him.

"Puff——"

Du Xiguang was hit by the thunder, and the whole person was scorched and flew out, hitting the wall of the corridor.

But the dagger was still tightly grasped in his hand.

"Very good, you are the first criminal to survive my thunder punishment.

Even I have to admire such a physique.

The battle line in the south is tight, and it is time to use people.

Give up resistance, hand over 'it', and I will give you a chance to serve as a 'prisoner of war'!"

The same words rang in everyone's ears again, but this time the target has changed.

Fang Jue looked at the watch on his wrist with astonishment. The time when Mo Qiusi came up this time was 6 minutes earlier than he remembered!

Was it the movement of the ascetic monk forcibly rushing through the door that made the people downstairs change?

He looked up and found that he and Du Xiguang were not in the crowd behind Mo Qiusi.

Instead, Cheng Shi, who was supposed to be struck by thunder at the door, stood where they were before.

Fang Jue looked at all this in a daze, knowing that this trip was probably going to fail.

However, at this moment, the change reappeared!

Du Xiguang held [When Fear Comes] and thought of something, and suddenly looked at Fang Jue with a horrified face.

He seemed to want to say something to Fang Jue, but before he opened his mouth, the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Fang Jue's body suddenly stiffened, and then the scene in front of him gradually peeled off like a broken mirror, and he was vomited out of the sea of ​​memory in the blink of an eye.

His vision fell into darkness again.

When his consciousness returned to his body, Fang Jue found that he seemed to be no longer in the hotel.

He opened his eyes, looked at the shackles on his hands and the anklets on his ankles, and was shocked and speechless for a while.

And the person sitting in front of him was a judge who arrested people in the hotel this morning.

"Okay, the boring tricks should be over. Tell me what you remember.

This way, it's good for both you and me."

...

On the other side.

Cheng Shi opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the hotel.

This was a dim cave. The dense stalactites on the top of the cave, which looked like symbols, reminded him of a place:

Underground!

He had seen this kind of stalactite with similar symbols in an underground trial. It is said that this is the underground cave elves showing their piety to the [God].

How did he get here?

Is the murderer behind the scenes really a [Foul] believer from underground?

Just when Cheng Shi carefully looked around, an unexpected person appeared in front of him with a smile.

Cheng Shi was shocked and opened his mouth in surprise:

"It's really you?"

The man smiled and nodded:

"Sure enough, you have suspected me, but I am curious, my disguise is almost flawless, how did you suspect me?"

Cheng Shi did not feel his malice, and even felt a little kindness. He pondered for a moment and replied seriously:

"To be honest, my suspicion of you is very limited. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be difficult for me to make a correct judgment.

As for the reason for suspecting you, it is very similar to the reason for suspecting the bard you controlled.

When a person wants to kill through fear, simply spreading rumors will not kill him.Creating panic is not efficient.

If I were that person, I would first make everyone believe that they are very safe, and then create fear of killing in the safest place.

This psychological gap is enough to break the defense of ordinary people and become a sharp blade in my hand.

Maybe this is why you persuade every new traveler to take a look at [Blooming Only to Wither]? "

The owner of the "Crazy Light of Life" inn stood in front of Cheng Shi.

He laughed and applauded:

"You are very smart and suitable."

"Suitable?"

"Yes, suitable, since you can guess it's me, why don't you think about it again, why am I here?"

Cheng Shi frowned, thinking and said:

"You deliberately sent the killing dagger to the hands of the Grand Inquisition, and the target was probably a judge.

Or directly Mo Qius himself!

I am not familiar with the history of the Grand Inquisition, but I have some knowledge of this period.

The believers of the [Truth] of the Tower of Principle and Quality have discovered too many laws of the universe, which makes them feel that they are omnipotent, and their confidence in exploring the ultimate mystery of divinity is unprecedentedly high.

However, since each great scholar has his own cognitive system, the communication between them is not only to promote their own arguments, but also to persuade others to switch to their own school. This situation of chickens and ducks talking and holding their own opinions is gradually becoming more and more chaotic in the current complex of schools.

Now they despise the old and unchanging [order], and hate the diligence of their peers. Coupled with the instigation of underground beliefs, it didn't take long for them to pursue the "only" [truth], and the war broke out.

Once the war started, the momentum could not be stopped, and the war gradually spread to the southern border of the Grand Inquisition.

And you, since you have come to the hinterland of the Grand Inquisition and want to kill Mo Qius, at this sensitive time node, will you want to disrupt the rear of the Grand Inquisition, so that they can't take care of themselves, so that the front line is no longer so solid?

In other words, you want to bring the war to the Grand Court of Inquisition and drag the judges into the vortex of war?

Well, yes, in this way, the underground will have the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to erode more surface forces and spread faith in the war-torn land, which is very in your interest.

If you think in this way, killing a first-level judge who happens to be the so-called Son of Order will be a very good start.

I wonder if I guessed it right? "

The innkeeper listened to all this silently, applauded with shock on his face.

"Great! Very great!

Almost half of it was right.

Your thinking is very sharp, so sharp that I find it hard to believe that you are not one of us.

In the absence of so much information, you can infer so many conclusions based on what you have seen and learned in just one or two days. It's really amazing. "

"We?" Cheng Shi once again noticed the special word in the boss's mouth, and said with a little surprise:

"You are not alone? "

"Of course, what kind of person do you think can not reveal the slightest flaw under the eyes of Mo Qiusi?

I admit that I can't do it.

So you guessed right and wrong.

Athos is indeed a puppet, but it is not mine, but his own! "

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