Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 419 The Secret of History

"The deaf who hear the truth,
The blind god who sees the future! "

In the dark and damp pit like an ancient tomb, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes high-pitched singing Huhe echoed.The strange and frightening atmosphere slowly diffused, like the swarm of rats carrying the plague bacteria, spreading fear everywhere.

Based on the perspective of a unified universe, there are as many gods in this world as crucian carp crossing the river.But among them, there are very few of them who can confirm the name taboo.

First of all, [Big Break] God Lords.These nine-dimensional beings have carved their own imprints in the laws of the great world, including their own unique names.

The second is to harvest special opportunities, those who have caused catastrophe or made great achievements, passively accept the world imprint.

Being recognized by the nine seats of Blood Candle Castle and thus becoming the master is an example of this special opportunity to obtain world certification.Originally, the nine seats were illusory, but Qu Yun used her great magic power to condense them into shape, and then set up a channel for the candidates she thought were suitable to get in touch with the certification.

But even so, she can't replace the laws and regulations in the dark, and she can appoint people as she likes.Zhen Cheng may be the final heir to the seat of [Poet Killer], but she is by no means the first girl to try to sit on this desk.

Qu Yun has experienced too many experiments and too many sacrifices in controlling the nine seats of Blood Candle Castle to the present level.The proud students who fell before Zhen Cheng did not know how many, these were not recorded in the school history of Matar Hippocampus, and no one would specifically tell Zhen Cheng.

Misha's positive enthusiasm, May Bixi's cold rejection, the second bell's careful and gentle tone, and Shabu Gratoni's ignorance...all of them are here.

Before ensuring that the new school girls are capable of taking on the burden of the nine seats, some of them will actively help out because they don't want to lose, and some will stay away because they don't want to bet on their hurt feelings.

But once they get their approval, they will condense into a comprehensive blood relative, lover, comrade-in-arms, and a close relationship beyond the imagination of ordinary people, just like the rules of the archeology department.

In addition, there is the last situation, that is, the supreme gods of the eleventh dimension intentionally engraved their existence in the heavens and myriad domains.Qu Yun's name taboo was partly affected by this.

But just like Qu Yun cannot directly give names to selected disciples, the influence of the supreme gods on the natural laws of the heavens and myriad domains is also limited.

It is precisely because of this that Qu Yun's ambiguous real name taboo finally appeared.

Anyone with a name and taboo recognized by the world can penetrate the heavens and myriad realms, transcend the boundaries of the universe, perceive when called, and then perform many miracles and powers to gather the power of faith.

For most gods, faith is not essential, nor is strength fundamental.But it has infinite uses, and no god would deliberately refuse it.

"Reveal the distant wisdom of tomorrow,

Poor people who cannot embrace the world..."

The eerie prayers continued.The sentences it read are not the normal sentences that people are used to, but each word is long and short, and each has a specific pitch.It sounds like many different voices are chanting the same name layer upon layer.

Although God's name and taboo can be automatically noticed by them, not any response will be responded to.

For example, when Zhen Cheng yelled at the magic circle before, he got a response because Shabu knew what was going on and was waiting there.

It's like you go to a friend's house to play, and after you make a phone call, go downstairs and call and she will throw the door card key for you from the window.But if you call her strange neighbor upstairs, the other party will not respond, and even throw a pot of curses at you.

In the middle of the densely packed candlelight, the masked man in the hood is obviously using the correct method to call out to the strange god who doesn't know him:

"The Immortal Prisoner...

Please heed my call! "

This strange summoning ceremony and prayers, which sound neither regular nor aesthetically pleasing, undoubtedly shows that the god he is calling is extremely special.

The rituals of communicating with the gods vary in detail, but are usually related to the character, alignment, and characteristics of the gods.

These include the timing, pitch, and rhythm of each word in the name taboo; also the arrangement of the altar such as candles, pools of blood, or incense; kind.

For example, if outsiders want to pray for Qu Yun's attention, they need to sing her name with an impromptu singing that contains logical rhythm but has no prior preparation.In other words, people who are tone-deaf, temperamental, and mentally retarded do not deserve her gift.

But for Shabu's real name-calling ceremony, at least two or more women are required to go along with each other and meet her eyes at the peak of joy.

It can be inferred from this that this "immortal prisoner" should at least belong to the chaotic camp.

A set of rituals was completed, and there was a puzzled look in the eye movements under the mask of the hooded mask.

This "immortal prisoner" has long been forgotten by the world, and it took a long time to plan and confirm his correct summoning ceremony collected by the Purification Oversight Institute.

Especially when he was looking for an opportunity to wake up this person, everything went quite smoothly. The spokesperson of the Supervisory Academy who personally went deep into the dream to execute his consciousness couldn't understand why the ancient god who was half awake fell asleep again.

Suddenly, there was no wind, but all the candles seemed to have attributes of "darkness" and "death", and they were all extinguished.Layer upon layer, it seems that different voices from men, women, and children are chanting a sentence, echoing in the cave:
"Who are you?" "He knows my name." "What is he going to do?" "Who am I?" "Who am I..."

The changes in the surroundings made the hooded man happy.He closed his eyes tightly, covered his ears with his hands, did not open his mouth, and only meditated in his heart:
"Have you forgotten your identity and hatred? Immortal prisoner! You have slept long enough, I brought the enemy who brought you to this point into your dream, now it's time to wake up!

kill her!Revenge yourself! "

He tightly covered his ears, but failed to prevent layers of voices from invading his mind: "He said he brought my enemy?" Haha..." "She's not her, he just wants to use me." "Use me..."

The spokesperson of the Oversight Council was shocked.According to the information he knew, this ancient god should have already fallen into a slumber without reason!
No wonder plans go awry...but that's not the end:

"Use your own eyes to see clearly!" "If you want to play with fire, you will be burned by the flames." "Come to the depths of the dream to play and purify the friends of the Overseer." "You really understand history ?"

"The deaf can hear the truth," "The blind can see the future." "They saw today, so you are here."

"What they see, I can do too."

(End of this chapter)