I loaded the gods module

Chapter 68 Self-Introduction
Roy did not personally go into the fog of history written by the dragon.

After all, this is the present world, and the young man is the human incarnation of the gods. Roy's current "secret bone" level of strength is naturally far inferior to his "spiritual" state when he was in the abyss of the kingdom of God.

The difference is still huge.

On the other hand, as an Angel of the Red Moon, no matter how weak Charles is, his position in the abyss in this world will not be lower than that of 'Bright Fire', and letting him take action is always the best way at present.

Moreover, the dream authority held by the Red Moon Apostle has the effect of soothing the soul, and the bard who just lost his mind should still have a chance to be saved.

Roy made a decision almost without thinking, he must find a way to keep the dragon!

Because the mission issued by the system is to 'find the king hidden in the past' and 'correct the history tampered with by the stars', and the key to completing the mission is the history recorder who fell into madness.

So amidst the announcement of the gods, the ancient angel spread out its flowing crimson wings: "I will follow your will..."

The next moment, the dim halos of the gas lamps lined up on both sides of the road were extinguished one after another, and pairs of scarlet pupils lit up in the dark night and rain.

The dream-eating wolves headed by Eli emerged from the shadows one after another, and the ferocious claws of the werewolves were entangled with the flickering lightning.

The Red Moon Corps, strengthened by the Storm Lord, is ready.

The angel's streamer wings waved, and the figure of the middle-aged gentleman suddenly disappeared. At this moment, Charles had already arrived in front of the heavy history book, staring at the illusory fog door.

It stands to reason that without the permission of the dragon, no one can pass through the fog of history woven by the dragon, but Charles, as the angel in charge of dreams, naturally has his own unique method.

The corner of the middle-aged gentleman's mouth curled into a smile, and he opened his arms, so a crimson illusory full moon rose in front of the mist, and the extraordinary characteristics of the dream spread.

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At the same time, in the world recorded in the history books, the bard who knelt on the ground and covered his face with a wild laugh paused for a moment.

Angelo felt an unstoppable and intense drowsiness welling up in his mind, the bard's body swayed, and his consciousness gradually became drowsy.

The dragon fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, the eyes on his neck let out a terrifying scream:
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Dragon! What are you doing?! You are the apostle of the stars! The kings are still waiting for you!"

The bard's face was pale and pained, and the dragon's brief slumber was awakened by the vicious eyes.

But the dragon's momentary slumber was enough for Charles.

The middle-aged gentleman snapped his fingers. At this moment, the 'dream' and the 'recorded history' were grafted together, and the red moon angel built a moonlight bridge from the dream to history!
The crimson moonlight immediately dyed the thick fog of history around the bard red.

Under the moonlight, the saintly heroes in history have shed their hypocritical veils one after another, and the soldiers once again showed their hideous smiles like butchers, and the sharp knives in their hands were dripping with the blood of innocents.

In the unbelievable sight of the eyes, Charles held his top hat and jumped out of the layers of red moonlight!

Messenger from the red moon descended to the history of the kingdom.

"This is the historical record written by the giant dragon himself. It's incredible... It's as if people have really gone back to the past..."

The middle-aged gentleman looked at the people and things of the last century around him, and expressed his sincere admiration in his heart.

"It's a pity that the fly in the ointment is..."

Charles turned his gaze to the huge book in front of the bard. He saw the pages of the book flipping rapidly. In the state of the dragon's sanity collapse, the densely packed eyes were quickly replacing the poet's meticulous and neat handwriting.

The eyeballs rolled and rolled on the surface of the paper, their vicious and strange gaze fixed on the uninvited guest who broke into history.

Pollution from the starry sky spread over.

In a daze, Charles saw the invisible outlines of eyes jumping from the book to the ground, and there were tiny tentacles growing behind those eyeballs, and they were squirming towards him quickly, as if they wanted to attach to the gentleman's body.

The red moon angel frowned deeply: "My lord is indeed right...these eyes really look extremely disgusting..."

At this moment, the storm badge on Charles' chest emitted azure blue ripples, and the pollution from the starry sky was swept away in an instant.

Those eyes with tentacles on the back let out a shrill cry, and one after another shattered on the ground, bursting into pieces of blood.

Roy stepped on the raindrops and stood in the mid-air of the city of steam. The Storm Lord gave the employees the power to fight pollution through badges.

"I thought the power from the starry sky was so powerful, but you despicable maggots don't look like that!" Charles laughed out loud.

The red moon angel is always mocking people.

Seeing this scene, the minister's eyes on the poet let out a mad scream full of hatred.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! You outsider who blasphemes the starry sky! You will pay the price for insulting the starry sky!"

As a result, the stars around the dragon shone brightly, and the crazy poet raised his arms. He wrote this sentence on the history book in front of him with a pen:

'The heroes of the kingdom raised their swords, bathed in the glory of the stars, and under the eyes of the king, they launched a heroic charge towards the strange monsters! '

At this moment, the heavily armed soldiers around Charles stopped in unison, and the projection of history surrounded them. The bloodstains on the swords in their hands were clearly visible, and the expressions on the faces of the soldiers became more and more cruel.

History has been altered once again by the dragon.

And that strange eye yelled angrily at Charles: "You will pay the price! You will pay the price! You will beg for relief under the king's army!"

"You can shut your stinking mouth quickly, I don't have time to communicate meaninglessly with dirty things like you."

Charles shook his head helplessly. He took out the matchbox with ease, and the dancing flames illuminated the gentleman's mocking side face:

"Why do you bugs from the stars repeat stupid, boring phrases?"

"Ahhh! Dragon! Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

That furious slender eye really couldn't spray the Red Moon Apostle, so it simply shifted its front and bullied the bard who didn't answer back with all his strength.

So Angelo continued to write quickly.

Under the pen of the giant dragon, the colonial legions of the Saffre Kingdom gathered, and the soldiers held up their swords, as if turning into an invincible torrent and sweeping towards the lonely Red Moon Angel!
But Charles still stood where he was. The gentleman lit the cigarette unhurriedly, and casually looked at the brave and fearless expressions of the soldiers of the kingdom.

In the next moment, a blurry crimson moon rose out of thin air in the devastated city!

Under the light of the moon, the shadow of the Red Moon Apostle was stretched instantly, and one after another ferocious giant beasts crawled out of it.

The Dream Devouring Wolves let out a palpitating roar, stretched their huge bodies, and spread out like a black god of death!
In an instant, the legion formed by the historical projections was torn into several pieces like fragile paper.

The massacre came so suddenly, and the heart-piercing screams instantly covered the entire land!

There is no point in begging, and death is always with us.

The cruel and tyrannical butchers turned into poor lambs in an instant, which is both ironic and ridiculous.

And in the dull gaze of that slender eye, Charles spit out the gray mist contentedly.

"Oh... By the way... Did I forget to introduce myself?"

The middle-aged gentleman showed a dazed expression. He stared at the slender eyes with great interest, and Charles raised the corner of his mouth.

"My name is Charles, and I am a nightmare businessman who wanders between the abyss and the world..."

Stepping on the bloody remains of the soldiers, he approached the mad poet step by step.

"Dragon, how about we make a deal?"

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(End of this chapter)