Chapter 276 The Journey Begins

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Wednesday at 8 p.m.

A passenger ship with a burning stern entered Caesar's Port at an unimaginable speed. The huge sound shook the houses around the port to tremble, and candles or gas lamps lit up one after another.

Caesar's Port is a medium-sized trading port. It has been captured by the Balam Empire and has become an officially controlled port. The Iron Cross and the Aurora Society naturally have the right to use it because of their status as helpers. Two years ago, there was an expansion plan due to the increase in passenger traffic. However, due to various reasons such as the frequent occurrence of cult members coming to escape, people from the southern mainland smuggling, corpses being dumped at sea, and government corruption, construction has never been started.

Now it looks like the expansion plans may finally get underway.

Fortunately, there were no people around the port, and there were no casualties other than damage to the port itself.

Before the port officials arrived, the flames on the smoky port trestle were automatically extinguished. With five earth-shaking loud noises, five huge boxes, half the size of a container, fell into an empty port in the port. In the warehouse - it fell through the roof.

A figure clapped his hands and jumped from the burning ship to the pier with a vigorous jump.

Then, a dozen figures, swaying left and right, with livid faces, as stiff as living corpses, slowly moved onto the pier. Before they could stand still, they threw themselves against the guardrail of the pier and made earth-shattering vomiting sounds to the sea.

"Ugh vomit vomit vomit!"

Tony Twain disapproved and stood a little further away, standing upwind: "How fragile, ordinary people."

Amidst the sounds of fire, the vomiting of the crew, and the screams of officials who came to inspect the damage at the port, the passenger ship that brought Mr. Dawn Dantès slowly disintegrated under the gaze of many people. , scrapped, burning and sinking underwater.

The two officials looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Klein suppressed the turbulent feeling in his stomach. He had not eaten at night and could not vomit anything. He stood on the trestle in a daze.

With trembling hands, he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and the minute hand pointed to the number 5.

"Two hours...nearly four hundred kilometers..."

Klein shakily put the pocket watch back, holding the cane like a convalescent patient on crutches. He used the power of the faceless man to control his legs, tremblingly walked to the edge of the bench and sat down. He felt that he urgently needed some food or water, or a place where he could rest motionless for a long time, otherwise he would be unable to maintain his weathered rich persona and join the crew's vomiting brigade.

"You didn't vomit? Are you in good physical condition? Or are you also an extraordinary person?"

Tony Twain asked directly. The Iron Cross has never been stingy in showing its power in front of mortals. For example, they directly use flames to propel the ship forward, and they are more willing to directly throw the goods on the ship into the warehouse with their hands than with the tower crane. Like that: "Okay, I've sent you and your things to the place, I'm leaving."

I hope there are no breakables inside... There is nothing we can do if there are... Klein looked back at the warehouse with a collapsed roof, nodded weakly, and waved his hand.

The hunter turned around again and turned to the captain's side. The captain's expression was as if he were mourning for his heir, and every one of the crew members was worse than dead. The hunter patted the captain on the shoulder and complimented him a few times: "Your boat is quite strong. How much did it cost?"

Then he asked: "Do you want monetary compensation or give you a new one?"

The captain almost cried, tears welling up in his eyes. They seemed to have been negotiating the price for a while, and it seemed that Tony Twain, who was proud of his status, felt that the bargaining was not in line with his own image and agreed immediately. Klein didn't hear clearly, and he said two words Flying at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, my eyes were blurred, and my ears were buzzing, as if there were a hundred hanging marionettes in the foggy town muttering "Honakis, Fregra" in my ears.

An official in charge of calculating the losses poured Klein a cup of hot tea because he looked like a gentleman from the Northern Continent. Klein reluctantly said thank you and drank most of the tea before he finally had the strength to stand up. .

The hunter has left, and the captain has an extra box in his hand. His expression looks a little scared, but also a little surprised. It seems that he has given enough.

Klein smiled hard at the other party, took out his wallet from his arms with his hands that no longer shook, took out a check and handed it over. It seemed that Tony Twain had already paid the compensation, so he would only have to pay the agreed upon payment.

This excruciating deal was finally over, and Klein felt like he didn't want to sail again for at least a month.

However, the goods have been delivered and he has arrived. The next step is to ask Ms. D to come and take him from Port Caesar to Behrens.

Where are these things going to be stored in transit... How many vehicles are needed to be hired?

If you don't mind exposing "Creeping Hunger", it would be most convenient to place the items here and then use the "Traveler's Door" to transport them directly to Behrens.

After roughly making a decision, Klein stood up, said goodbye to the captain and crew, walked into the city, and chose a pretty good hotel.

He played the harmonica, summoned the messenger lady, quickly wrote a note with the address and meeting time, and asked her to give it to Ms. D.

Then, after barely holding on and taking a hot bath, Klein fell directly into bed and fell asleep.

Just as Klein fell asleep, it didn't take Tony Twain long to reach the outskirts of Uttar Pradesh.

He found an open space, took out the prepared spiritual materials and candles, and performed the ceremony skillfully:

"I!"

"I summon in the name of Tony Twain."

"The spirit that wanders in the void, the war-mad scout, the messenger who belongs to Traynor Vaughan alone."

Woo!

When the wind blew, the candle's flame turned into a faint blue color, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

A tabby cat jumped out of the shadow in front of Tang En's eyes, and then dragged out several bound documents and a brass pendant from the shadow.

Tang En reached out to touch it, but the demon cat immediately turned into liquid and twisted away. Tang En took out a pearl of good quality. Riel reluctantly came over and let him touch it twice, and stretched out his claws to pull the pearl into his shadow. inside.

"Have you brought the items from the 'Singer' path?"

"Brought it."

The surrounding candlelight gradually returned to its original brightness. Tang En simply squatted on the ground and scribbled through the relevant information. Then he picked up the round, compass-like brass pendant and nodded confidently:

"I know what to do."

Riel nodded and suddenly asked: "Didn't you say you brought some funds from Intis? Where are the funds? I might as well bring them back together, just as acquaintances to save you a pearl. .”

"Oh. I brought a lot with me. I spent some money when I came here." Tang En took out a wallet. "In it are gold and checks exchanged by Universal Bank. It's about 300,000 Firkin. I almost lost the money." Tees Headquarters was devastated."

Riel picked at the folder for a while and frowned: "Three hundred thousand ferkin converted into only more than two hundred thousand gold pounds. Don't even think about playing word games. The allocation we wanted at that time was three hundred thousand gold pounds. There are also Where did the fifty thousand go?”

"In a hurry, a small passenger ship was scrapped."

Riel looked at him with a complicated look, and then put away the wallet: "Although I really want to see you unlucky, I have to do a lot of things after you die. I will keep it secret for you for the time being, and you can think of many ways. Get some money and fill this hole."

"It's easy to say." Once money becomes an astronomical figure, it will make people numb. Anyway, Tang En doesn't take it seriously at all, "The warlord of the Southern Continent must be very rich. I will go there for a tour and bring you pearls back. "

"OK."

In Uttar Pradesh, in Mesanyes' mansion, the Lunberg demigod hiding there suddenly shuddered.

"It feels like something bad is going to happen."

The prophet wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a hint of melancholy: "The prophecy shows that I am about to face a moderate crisis, but the contact person from the Death Church has not come yet..."

While he was hesitating, the sun suddenly shone brightly outside the window.

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"How long are you going to stay here with me?"

"Where else could I go."

"That's right." Edward nodded, "We are all evil gods, and we can't go to the Northern Continent. We can only stay in the Southern Continent where the sky is high and the Seven Gods are far away, and we can watch each other here to pass the time."

He changed the topic: "But to be honest, I always feel that you are more than just staying here. As one of the true gods of the five omniscient and omnipotent paths, your aggregation ability should be very powerful. If you don't move for a long time, Who should you be hinting at your location to?"

"Who it is, I really can't figure it out."

The True Creator snorted covertly: "If He still knows himself, he should come here by himself."

"I think so too. In this case, if He is still thinking about doing a god-making ceremony, it would be a bit disrespectful to you." Edward held his chin, "Then what do you think He should be doing now? What's holding him back? His feet?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The True Creator replied expressionlessly: "I have something to ask you. Today is already the 23rd, and there is less than a week until the end of June. Why haven't you gone to the southeastern coast of the Kingdom of Loen yet?"

"I'm waiting for the branch of fate to arrive."

Edward flipped through a book in his hand boredly, with two eye-catching English words "Bible" on the cover: "You are very curious, and I am also very curious about why I am there. There must be something to attract me there."

The True Creator asks a long-standing question: "Is it possible that you were not the one who caused the event you prophesied?"

Edward flipped back a few pages of the book, seemingly searching for something consciously:

"I'm thinking about this too."

"But I feel that no matter which devil did it, it would be impossible without my involvement."

The devil suddenly frowned, feeling that something was not quite right. After a while, he whispered with a strange expression:

"It seems like there really was a guy who didn't have my involvement... I don't even know what he was tainted with."

"who?"

"This matter is complicated, and I don't remember the details. In short, it has something to do with the Pen of Alsuhod." Edward pondered and said, "Is the Pen of Alsuhod tired of the current holder? Make a big move to trap someone else, or simply lure that person in?"

Hearing "Al Suhod's pen", which is 0-08, the real creator understood a little bit.

It was a deal between Adam and the Goddess of the Night. Adam arranged the life of Azik Eggers, the god of death's resurrection, to make him attached to ordinary life and ordinary feelings, suppress his instincts, prevent the god of death from resurrecting, and use him to confirm " "Artificial Death" location. The goddess of the night gave 0-08 to Adam as a price to let him gather the conditions for becoming a god. Otherwise, how could a Sequence 5 defector bishop leave the heavily guarded basement of the Church of the Night's main church with a level 0 sealed object.

This matter is not only familiar to Edward Vaughn, but also to the true creator, because his original divine descending ceremony in Tingen was driven by 0-08 and took advantage of a coincidental loophole, allowing the divine descending ceremony that was destined to end in failure. There is a slight possibility of success.

"Alsuhod's pen will definitely attract Him at some stage." The True Creator said, "The bishop has been on the run for almost four years, and it may be almost time."

"0-08 can do whatever he wants, but why is it that he is contaminated by the devil and wants to hint me to go there?" Edward couldn't help but said, "Isn't this too obvious? Why don't he just send me an invitation? Take a trip."

"you want to go?"

"Depending on the situation, I don't think Adam has any good intentions in finding me. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Edward said sincerely: "I feel like I really can't fit in with you. It's a bit unimaginable for me to spend hundreds or even thousands of years just to become a god or become an old person. The person I was from birth to It took hundreds of years to become a god, and then I grabbed an element of essence during my wanderings."

Become a dual-path true god and then obtain the source of essence? The True Creator recalled the best ways to become the past, and had to feel that the concepts and thinking of the stars and gods were completely opposite to the existing concepts of the earth. He asked casually:

"Does this sequence have any impact on your strength?"

Edward looked at him strangely: "No. You are extremely lucky if you can grab it and survive to accommodate it. Do you still have time to pick out different control methods? You earth gods really have resources and leisure."

The True Creator pretended not to hear it: "Can you please tell me about the shape and composition of your source material?"

"Do you use me as a sample? Well, I'm also curious about the way your source of existence exists - since the 'River of Eternal Darkness' can be 'watered', can the 'Sea of ​​Chaos' also be scooped out? Is it possible to pry off a brick from the 'Origin Castle'? Do the 'City of Disaster' and the 'Country of Disorder' really have life, or can life eroded by the source matter be inhabited?"

Edward laughed: "The 'Rootless Sea of ​​Flowers' will continue to erode outwards, thereby gaining entity and affecting the real world. Its symbolic meaning is 'all things will eventually decline', so the sea of ​​flowers has no end and will keep spreading forward." , there will be no borders.”

"And after it was torn apart—"

Edward stretched out his hand and gestured: "The symbolic meaning itself has been destroyed, the sea of ​​​​flowers has been torn apart, and edges have appeared. Then my activities as a symbol and incarnation have stopped and stopped outside the earth."

The core of the Old One is the Sefirot, and the Sefirot also affects the symbols of the Old One.

He is supposed to be “the final journey of all things.”

"That is to say, because of your own specialness, you can't leave until the source of essence is replenished."

"Yes."

Edward sighed sadly and said with a smile: "This reminds me of a story from the old days."

"The devil was locked in a bottle. For the first hundred years, he said, whoever can let me out, I will give him glory and wealth."

"In the second hundred years, he said, whoever can let me out, I will make him the pope."

"But no one came. Finally, he said, I will kill whoever comes first to let me out."

The True Creator looks at Him.

"In the first era, I said, as long as I can get the source material back, I will leave here."

"In the second era, I said, as long as I can get the source material back, I will leave here."

"I have always thought about the third era and the fourth era."

"Until now." The True Creator said, "In the fifth era, this era meets your judgment standards and instincts, so you start to act consciously and purposefully. As long as you destroy this planet, you can take back the source of matter and leave. "

"That's right." Edward replied with a smile, "Don't think I'm bullying you...except for the primitive world that is restricted by resources and environment, I have never seen a civilization that has developed for five epochs and dared to call itself a novice village. ah?"

"And if this is really your limit, then there is really no need to exist."

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On Thursday morning, Klein woke up feeling like his life had been extended.

He yawned and got up. While washing, the messenger Reinette Tinichole appeared and brought Ms. D's reply.

"Nine o'clock in the morning..."

Klein looked up at the clock and saw that there was still plenty of time. He gave the courier gold coins, then washed up step by step, made breakfast and checked out of the house, then came to the warehouse where the roof had been smashed through and a cordon had been put up.

He walked into the darkness, transformed into Mr.

A "traveler's door" suddenly opened not far away, and Ms. D, wearing casual clothes and without any jewelry, appeared in the alley.

Ms. D wore sunglasses, covering her overly distinctive eyes, and raised her skirt to Klein: "Good morning, Mr. X. Our cooperation will now officially begin."

Klein nodded.

"According to the plan, we were supposed to show up at Port Behrens or a nearby port, but now that we're here, I need to re-route."

She looked at the warehouse that had its roof smashed through. She was shocked for a moment, then she understood and suppressed a slightly impolite smile.

After crossing the Raging Sea for fifteen hours and appearing in the Southern Continent from Disi Bay, did Mr. X meet Mr. Tang En?

TBC

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