Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 345

[Chapter 344 Fool’s Crown (3800 plus)]

In the bedroom.

The scenery around the furniture instantly became dark, and an inexplicable door opened.

Immediately, a figure slowly emerged, holding a strange crown in his hand.

It is ugly in shape, like a child’s clumsy work made out of clay, and the color proportions are also very inconsistent. Red, gold, blue, green… it looks like a white paper with random graffiti.

In the center of the crown is a black and white crystal.

“‘Angel-level’ weird thing – the Fool’s Crown!”

Aaron tossed the crown and sighed.

His craftsmanship was indeed a bit trendy. He made some mistakes when making magical items and managed to make up for it, but the shape of the crown could no longer be changed…

Aaron looked around, sat down on the bed, and put it on himself On the ‘fool’s crown’.

The next moment, his thoughts spread far and wide, as if he had arrived in the spiritual world, overlooking the outline of the entire earthly world.

The New World, the Old World, and a dark ocean… Although most of them are shrouded in fog, the general shape is consistent with the map.

In the mist and darkness, only scattered points of light flickered.

The ‘Fool’s Crown’ is just an ‘angel-level’ artifact, and its response range is only about a big city.

Therefore, in order to expand the response range, Aaron directly embedded the legacy characteristics of the ‘God of Suffering’ on it, and relied on its personality comparable to that of the ‘Immortal’ and the transit convenience of the spiritual world signal tower to carry out ‘ response’!

Every point of light that lights up in the mist represents a person who chants the honorable name of ‘The Spirit of Falsehood’ in the world!

The spiritual energy was consumed rapidly. Aaron glanced at it and found a lot of light spots. He felt a little strange: “It’s not just people from the ‘Invisible Hermitage’… Well, the remaining 80% are extraordinary people who study the ancient secret history. Or ordinary people who are curious, or even desperate believers who try in many ways…”

His inspiration quickly fell into a point of light, as if falling along an invisible thread, and entered the world, watching what happened from the perspective of an observer. everything.

…

Dappled sunlight shines through the huge windows, and the old bookshelves are neatly arranged, extending into the library.

A young man with blond hair and slightly freckles was curiously looking at the copy of “A Brief History of the Fabry Dynasty” in his hand, while reading the very ancient language on it: “A false spirit wandering in the unknown? This is “Which one exists?”

This line is not the text in the manuscript, but a note belonging to a later person, using a very idiosyncratic language.

But this is not a problem for top students from the liberal arts school.

The young man thought proudly, and at the same time studied the strokes of this line: “It is more graceful, and the person who wrote it is very weak. It looks like it was written by a woman… Why should it be specially noted in the religious history of the Fabry Dynasty?” ? Doesn’t this dynasty only believe in the Bodhisattva – [Grandma of the Green Banyan Tree]? “

” John, big news!”

At this time, a male classmate came over with a look of surprise on his face: “The kingdom is preparing for several brand-new people. The church is building momentum… combined with the previous massacre on the podium, it seems that something terrible is going to happen in religion.”

“Oh, let me go take a look.” The young man named John put down the book and the picture suddenly broke.

…

Aaron looked at the invisible mark that fell on John, but sighed: “Has it been marked yet?”

Even though those who recited the name of the true God did not respond for a while, they were actually dead with the true God. Number!

For example, Aaron can notice John at any time through this mark, and even… exert influence!

If you encounter evil gods or crazy hidden existences, it will indeed become quite dangerous.

“In this mysterious world, you have to be careful what you say.”

Aaron continued to put his inspiration into another point of light and followed the invisible connection into the world.

This time, he seemed to have arrived in the New World, South Indonesia.

A group of natives dressed in feathers and animal skins gathered around a bonfire and were loudly chanting incantations passed down from ancient times in Voodoo language:

“From the unknown great spirit, the untouchable existence…”

Before the bonfire, there is also the bright red heart of the freshly dissected prey as a sacrifice.

After a shaman-like indigenous wizard finished offering sacrifices to this unknown ‘great spirit’, he changed the topic and ordered people to bring a plate with blood-stained eyeballs.

At the same time, he recited loudly in voodoo language: “Crimson moon, mother of all evil spirits, please protect our tribe and curse the people on the boat who invaded our land…”

Seeing that there seemed to be no response, the old wizard continued He began to pray to other hidden beings, which sounded like he was praising the sun…

‘

I’m sorry… I saw your way of praying to gods in a hurry, and I just wanted to punish you by smashing a god. ’

Aaron’s mouth twitched slightly as he watched this scene, silently cursing.

‘Sure enough… there will always be people who will pursue the traces of the hidden existences that have left their names in history, but they are not what I am looking for. ‘

Aaron’s inspiration spread and he sensed several more dazzling light spots, which converged at the general location of Pulmouth, giving him a close atmosphere.

Pulmouth.

House of Baron Jacques.

The baron’s daughter, Metana Jacques, was in the bedroom, praying quietly.

“The great ‘Morro Gate God’… I have successfully passed the review of the Special Situation Branch… They believe that my father is a victim, and I am more of an innocent person who has been affected…”

Although I already know the ‘Spirit of Illusion’ ‘, but Metana believed that this great being must have a profound meaning when he redeemed her in the image of ‘Moro Gate God’.

Therefore, even if you pray, you are praying to the ‘God Maraman’.

However, as long as the honorific names described above are accurate, it really doesn’t make much difference.

The next moment, a scene appeared in Metana’s mind. It was night, the clock hands pointed to midnight, and she was sleeping soundly.

“My Lord has sent down an oracle?”

Metana was filled with surprise: “12 o’clock tonight? Go to bed on time?”

Although this oracle is a bit weird, she is prepared to execute it meticulously.

…

in the grand religious hall.

Nicholas, wearing a red bishop’s robe, looked at a group of white-haired old men arguing with red faces in front of him, and couldn’t help but yawned.

‘How else to discuss it? If we want to compete with the Church of True God, we must also launch our own extraordinary power. It can be called the Inquisition or the black monks… The key is to master the power. It’s not that they don’t understand, they are just competing for power. ‘

At this moment, a scene appeared in his mind.

This made Nicholas excited, but looking at the commotion in front of him, he still endured it.

At the same moment, sisters Yevnai and Lily, and even Percy who was investigating the underground of the headquarters, all received the revelation of the ‘False Spirit’.

Ye Funai and others naturally thanked the gods happily.

Percy looked at the collapsed building of the General Investigation Bureau and the stone platform, and fell into silence…

Overslept, my fault, crying

(End of Chapter)