: Ask for leave
In the quiet night, the full moon in the sky is still hanging high, and the little stars serve as a foil for the full moon. guest.
This is an old man wearing a black robe, whose face is deeply buried by the cloak on the black robe, so he can't see his face clearly, but from his dry hands, he can also tell that this is an old man with a twilight and vicissitudes of life.
In the dry cough from time to time in his cloak, the shortness of breath can be clearly heard, which is not intended to prove that this is an old man.
Holding a lantern in his right hand, he was walking towards the darker night.
He seems to be a little old, and he doesn't walk very fast. It seems that the surrounding air is also a little cold, which makes his vicissitudes of life continue to shiver, but his back feels like this is not the way to home. direction.
Of course, Anlus knew that the road he took was not the direction to his warm home, but compared to that, he had more important things to do tonight.
This is a mission. This is a mission left behind by his own family after an unknown number of years. For this mission, his family is located in this dangerous wilderness.
Because of this, they have abandoned too much, and after an unknown number of years, Anlus is the only one left in this family.
He is already a twilight old man, and he often prays, hoping that his ancestors would not blame him, and the mission of the family may be cut off from now on, because he feels that he can't last long.
Just when he felt ashamed that his ancestors might not be able to complete his mission, fate finally prayed for him, and just waited for the opportunity tonight, the opportunity to complete the mission.
These are not important. Now he just wants to quickly complete this mission, so as to be freed, and from now on, he will return to the embrace of his own belief in the gods, and he will no longer be troubled by everything in the world, and become a worry-free person in the kingdom of gods.
I don’t know why, the silence is terrifying tonight. There are occasional noises that nocturnal animals make on weekdays, but at this time there is no sound at all, and this deep darkness is like a fierce beast with a big mouth, quietly waiting for its prey. It automatically walked into its huge mouth full of sharp teeth.
Even though the bright and full moon is still hanging high in the sky, and the cold moonlight is constantly shining on the earth, it still cannot stop people's fear of the unknown.
He moved forward step by step with a faltering pace. Maybe this twilight old man would never come back once he left, but he was not afraid of it.
There was silence everywhere, and the old man was seen off.
He didn't know how long he had gone, but the light in the lantern in his hand had already been extinguished, and he had abandoned him at some point.
But he seemed to have finally reached his destination, his end.
This is a high mountain, and there are some withered and rotten branches and weeds everywhere. People can't see the slightest sign of life. Instead, it looks like the hands of a demon.
If there are people who believe in demons here, they will definitely shout: "Oh! Great demon! Are you welcoming the arrival of your humble servant?"
But Anlus is not a person who believes in demons. The deity he believes in is an existence that has long been forgotten by the world. His mission is to hang up here with the full moon, and the world will come to this mountain tonight in silence. top.
He recited the name of the **** once again, using his own blood and soul as a guide, to welcome the return of the god.
He took a few steps to the highest point of the mountain. There was a bottomless cliff in front of him. Anlus took out a dagger from somewhere on his body and cut it fiercely at his wrist.
The blood flowed like a waterfall, but he didn't have any fear, but handed his wrist to the cliff, his eyes showed a frenzied look, his mouth was not idle, and he chanted in that vicissitudes of life but powerful turbid voice. :
"A mighty and unknown being
The Rise and the Future Lord of the Future
wielding secret authority
You with infinite possibilities
Your faithful servant Anlus Jack Kadar
I am willing to pray with blood and soul for you, who wandered in the void, for your return. "
When the last sentence was finished, his body began to shake involuntarily, obviously a little unable to hold on, but he was still holding on, until he couldn't hold on anymore, and stumbled to the ground.
The blood at the wrist stopped flowing at some point, it seemed to have dried up, and the brown eyes under his black robes had phantoms at some point, obviously he was dying soon.
The moment he really closed his eyes, he saw that a silver-white-purple brilliance rose into the sky inside the cliff, isolating the full moon from the dark night.
In this world, an illusory back has a pair of silver, white and purple wings intertwined, and an angel wearing three colors of armor slowly points forward with the long sword in his hand.
The brilliance of the sky slowly began to compress, including the illusory angel, condensed into a three-color arrow, and mysterious and exquisite patterns flowed on it, which seemed mysterious and unusual, and then I don’t know what force was driving it, In one direction, it cuts through the void and shoots away.
Anlus looked at the disappearing arrows and the rhythm left in the void. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he closed his brown eyes and remained motionless.
I don't know how long it took, the arrow shot into an unknown place, and one of the mysterious beings seemed to feel something and slowly opened his eyes.
In a shabby house, a young man with a smile turned over the yellowish notes on the table, picked up a quill, turned to a certain page, and wrote on it. :start.
Don Woods woke up in a drowsiness, and rubbed the corners of his eyes a little foggy, as if some were not too adapted to the environment in front of him.
At this time, he was lying on a reclining chair. It seemed that because of some work last night, he spent the **** night on this hard chair.
But what I have to say is that the reason doesn't seem to be so simple. This is a hut with about 60 square meters. It is full of all the daily necessities that can be used on weekdays.
The innermost position by the window should be the place where he rests on weekdays. From here, it can be clearly seen that his standard of living is not very rich on weekdays.
In spite of this, this place should be a warm nest of his own on weekdays.
But now this small room that can be called home is cluttered, with collapsed tables and chairs everywhere, and those flowers and plants that seem to know that Don Woods loves very much at a glance have been lost by someone. Broken to the ground.
The house was in a mess, and there were hardly many intact objects to be found, as if they had been washed by robbers or gangsters.
A pool of dried up blood could also be seen under Don Woods who had woken up. There was also a shattered mark on the clothes on his lower abdomen, which was obviously caused by a sharp dagger.
And all of this seems to mean that something unpleasant happened here last night.
He stood up, his steps staggered, like a child just learning to walk, a little unsteady.
After he got up, he ignored the headache and came to a shattered mirror step by step.
When this broken mirror was complete, it was obviously a bit huge. The management tube has now been broken, but the remaining part also allowed Don Woods to see his face clearly.
The brown hair was messed up on his head, and it looked like he hadn't washed it for a while, and some vomit-sucking and disgusting bugs could grow in it.
Underneath his hair is a man in his twenties, with pale blue eyes, a high nose bridge and a somewhat resolute face.
The face may be due to excessive blood loss, causing the already white skin to appear even paler.
Generally speaking, this body is the kind of handsome young girl who can attract some young girls who have not experienced much in society.
The following is wearing a loose and huge pajamas, which may be a little inappropriate, but this kind of dress in my own home seems to be very reasonable.
If there is not a huge hole in the pajamas and this messy house, it seems that this is really a kind and beautiful picture.
He patted his forehead as if he was remembering something, and he seemed to be receiving something. In front of the broken mirror, he could clearly see his expression of pain and struggle.
After a long time, he exhaled a long breath, and his eyes showed a little bit of agility, not the feeling like a puppet being manipulated in a circus just now.
His name is Don Woods, maybe this name will be used by him for a long time to come.
He is not an ordinary person who became a detective for the sake of life and driven by his dreams, and accepts some commissioned tasks in exchange for payment on weekdays.
He also has a name called Archie Darville, a god, or a trace of a god's soul.
As for the real Don Woods, he died in the organized and premeditated killing last night.
None of these matters to him. As a god, or a god's soul, these things have long been commonplace.
The only thing he has to consider now is how to complete what he needs to do, to help the main body or to free himself from the seal that has existed for many years.
He returned to the reclining chair and began to recall some of his own thoughts.
His birth name is Archie Davill. He used to be an ordinary person in the earliest era of birth. Later, because of the recovery of the mysterious power, he successfully stood out and became one of the few gods in the world.
He is in charge of the rules of mystery and the unknown, and because the mystery and the unknown represent the future, he is also called the Lord of the Future.
Later, the number of gods increased. This was supposed to be a feast for the gods, but with the invasion of an unknown force.
This has led to many unexpected changes in the world. This force does not belong to the abyss, not to hell, nor to destruction. This force is more terrifying than the abyss, crueler than hell, and crueler than destruction.
For this reason, the gods jointly agreed, and since then the Era of Different Abyss has been opened, which has also led to this era of long-lasting and tragic invasion and resistance.
Archie Davill's memory was only kept in the process of exploring the different abyss shortly after the opening of the different abyss era.
It was as if time jumped. He seemed to be able to see the disgusting aura in the different abyss at the first glance, and then jumped for an unknown amount of time after opening his eyes. Everything in front of him seemed so unreal.
He didn't know what had happened to him, but judging from his knowledge, he might have been sealed. He didn't know who had such a mighty power to unknowingly the gods who were in charge of a rule between heaven and earth. 's seal.
But these can be explored slowly in the future. The most important thing is that someone can help him out of trouble on the periphery. It is obviously impossible to rely on others.
So he sent out a trace of his soul using a special method, and this trace of soul was also transformed into eight paths and integrated into the bodies of eight people.
And these eight people also have two conditions, one is that they must be people who have died not long ago, and the other is that these people are more or less flowing with some people who once believed in him, and he has benevolent for these people. exist.
This means that there are seven other him in the world now, just don't know when the seven themselves will meet again.
He rubbed his forehead and began to check the memory of this young detective named Don Woods, but now he can't use much authority belonging to the gods.
But after he was in charge of the rules of one party, he had fundamental insight into some of the mysteries of the world, not to mention that he now belongs to Archie Darwell's soul, which is composed of the remaining soul of Don Woods, a young detective. A brand new Don Woods.
And he soon found some very useful information in this soul.
This made him frown. This belonged to the city of Artos, a city with no memory under his influence. The most important thing was that he did not find anything about the gods or the favored ones.
In his memory, he only had the experience of living in the city of Artos over the years He also only knew that the world outside this city was very dangerous, so he basically never left this city. City.
As if it had been isolated from the world, it seemed that no news from other cities had ever been sent back. He whispered, "No, it's not that there isn't, but these people shouldn't have access to that layer of news."
"In such a long time, something must have happened during the period, which caused the lower-level civilians to focus only on the life in front of them, but did not experience to pay attention to other things, and the real truth is always in the hands of those in charge."
Just when he was about to continue sorting out his thoughts and consciousness, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside, before he recovered.
With a loud bang, a police officer in a dark green uniform, black leather boots, and a gun in his hand kicked open the wooden door that didn't look very solid.
After the police officer came in, three people walked in again. Two of them were dressed like police officers, and the other was a fat middle-aged woman with freckles on her face.
After coming in, the police officer quickly looked around, his eyes were alert, and the right hand holding the gun was also slightly forceful, as if he was afraid that someone would take the gun from their hands unexpectedly.
But the fat woman with freckles on her face jumped down in front of Don Woods and cried out in a flash.
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