Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 161 Su Chang's End

In the desert in the middle of the American continent, three hours after Zhen Cheng and his party left, a figure walking slowly appeared in the deserted Gobi.

The scorching gravel and sand twisted and boiled the air close to the surface, making the figures on the horizon look stumbling and strange.

It was a farmer wearing a straw hat and plaid shirt and overalls.The skin is rough and red, and the unkempt face looks very wild.

It doesn't seem too uncommon for such a dress to appear here. Most of the farmers in the surrounding towns are dressed similarly.

The only thing that is surprising is how a nearby townsman could get lost in the wilderness, deep into such a remote no man's land.

But soon, a second figure appeared behind him.It was a burly man in a red prison uniform.His wrists were handcuffed, and the chain in the middle of the handcuffs had broken.

What makes people care is that it was not cut by a sharp object or welded off by high temperature.It can be seen from the twisted and bent metal fracture that it was completely torn off by a huge force!
After that, one after another, the third figure, the fourth figure...

Most of the densely packed crowd were prisoners in red, with uniformed prison guards among them.There were crowds of people, at least hundreds of people.

After that, all kinds of people began to appear.Townspeople dressed as farmers, fully equipped policemen, campers, National Guard, ecological investigators... Finally, there is an entire Indian tribe with bare upper body and decorated with oil paint and feathers.

They are the true masters of this ancient land who follow tradition and are unwilling to accept city life.On the land of North America today, such population accounts for more than one-third.

Men, women, old and young, all kinds of people, there is an endless stream of people walking towards the collapsed stone niches in the fat rock mountains of the stream, just like the army rushing to the battlefield thousands of years ago.

Although there is no neat formation, no one is left behind, no one complains, no one even whispers.The team of thousands of people marched silently like this.

Everyone in the team has only one thing in common.Their eyes have no whites, just pure blackness.

They did not line up along the rock path that Zhen Cheng and the others had walked, but still maintained a scattered formation, crawling up the rock wall with limbs like spiders.

Their hands and feet seemed to be inserted into the sand, easily leaving fingerprints a few centimeters deep on the hard rock wall.

When all the black eyes climbed up to the top platform of the mountain where they used to fight, densely packed small holes were left on the entire mountain wall, like a wonderful unsolved mystery of the world.

Then, they began to divide and cooperate, and together they dug up the battlefield that was already in ruins.

The mummified corpses of members of the scientific expedition team that had been buried shallowly in the sand decades ago were dug up one by one and placed neatly on the edge of the cliff.

The completely collapsed stone niche was also excavated layer by layer by hundreds of tireless, human-powered excavator-like black eyes, relaying them in a long queue, and throwing the gravel in their hands off the cliff.

The original shape of the niche is gradually revealed.As expected, the paradox mural named [Original Image] was not damaged in the explosion and landslide, and at this moment it is revealing a corner of its mysterious image.

The black eye who dug this corner is a strong Aztec prison guard. His body gradually twisted and stretched unknowingly, and he was still carrying the stone, but he was sucked into the mural and disappeared without a trace. .

Within three seconds, where the prison guard disappeared, a farmer climbed up to take his place.

Since then, every once in a while, one of the black eyes who was doing the excavation was suddenly distorted from here and there, and was sucked into the mural.But this did not affect the orderly progress of the excavation work.

Apparently, in a few hours, the eerie original mural will be seen again.

"Still... are you late?" The voice of gnashing teeth sounded from the bottom of the distant Pacific Ocean.

At this time, above the altar of the Undersea Cathedral, a hazy spherical mist with a diameter of seven or eight meters is reflecting the excavation site in the desert in the middle reaches of the Minnesota River.

This projection technology, which obviously originated from the side of occultism, is a bit like the crystal ball used by Scarry to monitor the scene of the detective game. It can rely on the pre-arranged magic circle to cross the space and observe the situation in the distance without any monitoring props.

The man wearing the silver mask with an angry face danced his hands, as if playing a complicated piece of music in the air.With the jump of his fingertips, the black eyes in the queue moved one by one, unable to fill the vacancy left by the disappearing companions.

The silver-faced apostle with a sad mask watched silently behind him.Behind him, hundreds of men in black with copper masks were kneeling under the altar.

The two silver-faced apostles stared intently at the excavation site in the light curtain, watching the [Original Image] being excavated bit by bit without being affected in any way.

It is completely impossible to block the influence of the paradox with a mystical prop of Wanli Projection, but it happened here.

Of course, the two silver-faced apostles have never seen the real picture depicted in the [Original Image] from the beginning to the end. The image projected by the light curtain is like a processed video recording. The entire mural is blurry. What? Can't see it either.

At this time, a slightly trembling, playful and malicious voice sounded from the altar, obviously answering the angry face's "too late":
"Since you had to take back the authority of the Oracle Order to recover from your failure, all our original plans have been disrupted. In this case, trying to ensure the death of the Savior is simply a dream."

"If it wasn't for your action's complete failure, why would I still be using it to clean up this mess?! And this is my last clarification that changing the plan is God's will! I didn't make it my own!" the enraged messenger roared.

"In the final analysis, that girl didn't appear in the place prophesied by God, didn't she?" The joking voice laughed maniacally:
"Look, I have set up a net here, and it has pierced through the entire building. The angel arrived as expected, but the child from the Zhen family didn't show up here at all."

Hearing this, the angry face also put away his anger.His frowning was covered by a mask, and he said in a low voice: "We have been doing some contradictory things according to a series of arrangements made by the oracle. God's will, shouldn't it be..."

"Shut up," said the sad, burly face behind him without any emotion, but managed to silence the other two immediately: "The gods don't want us to know their arrangements, and they have their own reasons.

The avenue of destiny is mysterious and mysterious.Do you think it would be easy to snatch the fate of the world from the hand of the savior?

Still think... with your wisdom and strength, you can have a hand in this game between the gods?snort!Pretend to be smart. "

(End of this chapter)