Book of Gods and Demons

　　 flame.

　　 blood.

　　 Thick smoke.

　　 Corpse.

　　 Pouring rain.

　　 Hysterical lightning.

　　 The biting cold, the suffocating high fever, severe headaches, repeated fainting, and convulsions.

　　Who is holding yourself?

　　 That familiar face?

　　 Lightning flashed across the sky, bringing a sudden light.

　　 The little face turned blue from the cold, the face of young Golkin.

　　 He held himself tightly, trembling all over, muttering something in a low voice in panic and horror.

There was lightning and thunder in the dream, and a suffocating black shadow enveloped. From the depths of the soul, from every corner of the body, the sharp pain hit, Joe's throat gurgled, and his body twitched violently. A few times.

　　 Then, Joe woke up from the chaotic, fragmented dream.

　　 Drenched in cold sweat, Joe opened his eyes blankly and looked around.

　　 This is a very large room, a room that Joe is very familiar with.

　　 A comfortable four-poster bed is placed in the corner of the room. Joe is lying in a thick bedding. Brocade, silk and velvet make up the main body of the bedding. He is lying on the bed as if lying in the clouds, lightly.

　　 The spacious room is messy and filled with all kinds of fun that young people like.

　　 Flintlock rifles with ivory handle, antique long swords, sabers, dozens of rifles, and nearly a hundred swords, all piled indiscriminately on a few benches made of ebony wood.

　　 What is suffocating is that in the center of these sword flintlock guns, there is a huge ‘Tor’ cannon ball with no charge and a caliber of 800 cents!

　　 More than a dozen sets of armors called works of art lay crookedly on the ground. Several armors are decorated with the feathers of precious birds such as birds of paradise, birds of paradise, sunbirds, and rainbow birds.

　　 Dozens of gorgeous dresses are scattered all over the floor. These dresses are all made of high-end silk and brocade, and the buttons are inlaid with gold, silver, pearls, and precious stones.

　　 In the middle of the house is a gorgeous specimen of a white peacock with an open screen. In the other corner of the room, there is a billiard table that echoes the diagonally opposite sofas and two rows of wine cabinets.

　　 On the four walls of the room, there are dozens of huge specimens of beast heads.

　　 The heads of these beasts have wide open mouths, and their sharp fangs are all covered with thick gold.

　　 Joe opened his eyes and stared blankly at this messy, but comfortable and safe room. That's right, this is his bedroom, in a coma, he went home.

　　 shook his head vigorously, and Joe recalled the scene in his dream just now. Then, a burst of dizziness hit.

　　 is still flames, still blood, the same thick smoke and corpses.

　　 Joe shook his head vigorously. He had never had the dream before. And this dream, and the cruel scene of last night, merged chaotically.

　　How could there be Golkin in a dream?

　　 and it was Gorkin in his childhood, where was he curled up while hugging himself?

　　 Countless mixed thoughts were quickly dispelled by a strong nausea, Joe suddenly woke up, he killed someone. He killed someone last night. And the method of killing is so tyrannical and terrifying, just like the devil in the legend.

　　 Not to mention the black figure who ran away.

　　 That crazy slaughter is indeed true. Joe can see clearly and remember clearly that it was smashed by his own punch.

　　 The punch that exceeded the limit, the flesh and blood that covered the entire alley. Also, the policemen who were brutally killed, his colleagues!

　　The Adam's apple twitched violently, and Joe jumped up. He slammed open the small table beside the bed, and several ivory and crystal water pipes on the table fell to the ground.

He kicked off an exquisite pure gold opera mask, stepped on a silver sugar bowl and almost fell, swaying through the ivory yards on the display rack, and plunged into the washroom. Room.

　　 opened the lid of the toilet, and almost stuffed his head into the toilet, and then Joe vomited violently.

　　 The internal organs were tumbling, the bitter gall was vomiting clean, Joe was vomiting violently, the bathroom was full of unpleasant smells, and his earth-shaking vomiting sounded from the open door.

　　 A few girls in black and white, fine linen maid dresses walked into the room and got busy lightly.

　　 In the room where there were only two candles lit, the heavy velvet curtains were opened. In the afternoon, the lazy sunlight entered the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the messy room was brightly illuminated.

　　 A tall, thin, black long hair wrapped in a towering bun, wearing a simple black dress, and a pretty elegant middle-aged woman walked in after the maids.

　　 The middle-aged woman is very beautiful in life, and she is well maintained. There are no wrinkles on her white face. In the sun, her face and slender palms shine like pearls.

　　 She stood beside the hapless white peacock, and asked worriedly: "Joe? Is it okay? Oh, the benevolent Muteste..."

　　 Joe raised his head, closed the toilet lid heavily, and pressed the flush button.

　　 He walked to the washstand, turned on the cold water tap, took a glass of water from the cup, and rinsed his mouth vigorously.

　　 He said loudly without looking back: "Mom, I'm fine, ah, the benevolent Muteste is on top, I don't even have a small hole in my body."

Putting down the water glass, holding up a handful of cold water and splashing it on his face, Joe asked loudly, "Mom, what happened yesterday... Are Tifa and Weimar okay? Okay, I shouldn't worry about Tifa, how about Weimar? "

Middle-aged woman, Joe’s mother Liya pressed her hands on her chest, exhaled heavily, and smiled softly: "The whole family is safe, Joe. It's just you, which worried us too much. You slept all night and The whole morning!"

With a low praise of the benevolent Moutesthe, Liya straightened her face and said loudly: "Joe, I really regret how I agreed to let you go to the Judicial College; I shouldn't, and I agreed to join the police. Bureau."

　　 "The benevolent Mutesie is here, you know, yesterday Tulun Harbor..." Liya tilted her head slightly, and began to babble. Liya has many best friends in Tulum, so she is definitely one of the small group of people who have the best information.

　　 The port of Tulum was hit hard last night.

　　 Near the new pier No. 3, the mansions of more than 2,000 families were destroyed by gunfire. Tulum Port City Hall did not announce the number of casualties, but informed sources claimed that at least nearly a thousand ordinary citizens were injured or killed last night.

　　 Fortunately, on the night of Mid Autumn, many of the mansions were empty, otherwise the casualties would be even worse.

In addition to civilians, 129 mounted police died in the line of duty, and more than 200 were slightly or seriously injured. What is even more miserable is the ordinary police in Tulum, whose combat strength is far less than that of the mounted police. There were a total of 380 last night. Thirteen people died in the line of duty, and the number of wounded was astonishing.

　　 The garrison in Tulum Port and the naval fleet stationed in Tulum Port responded in time. The two armies were dispatched in an emergency, effectively deterring the enemy, and those wanton attacking enemies were defeated by the army, which did not cause greater losses.

　　 Joe leaned in front of the crystal mirror and looked at the round face in the mirror earnestly.

　　 Black short hair, round and soft face, slightly sunken eye sockets, two black eyes are quite agile.

　　 Liya was still complaining, and when Joe closed her eyes, and then opened it again, the magic circle of three six-pointed stars appeared in his pupils again.

　　 His pupils were slightly flushed with crimson light, and Joe looked at his face in the mirror seriously.

　　 "Hello, Joe."

　　 "Hello, Blush."

　　 "So, what am I, Joe; or am I actually Blush?"

　　 "There is no doubt that we are the same existence. Then, what kind of existence am I?"

　　 "Crimson, what is it?"

　　 There was a burst of pain in his head, and Joe quickly let go of the problem.

When the pain in his mind disappeared, Joe looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly: "This question is too profound, and it is not something I can discuss now. Then, put it in the future, this is the most A wise choice."

　　 drew a hand of cold water, wiped his face again, Joe straightened up and stared straight at the mirror.

　　 "Then, let me think about it, I should have heard Gorkin and Tifa say. No, not just them, even Vemma said something in front of me."

　　 "The sea of ​​power, the sea of ​​energy, the sea of ​​spirit."

　　 "The endless sea of ​​Dirac."

　　 "The root of everything, the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind...Three seas and seven veins cultivation method."

　　 Inside Joe's pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic circle began to rotate. He lowered his head and looked at his tall, fat body.

　　 "Because of my physique, my family concealed the way of strength from me? Well, I was afraid that I would try it randomly and hurt my body?"

　　 "This body was extremely traumatized when it was very young."

　　 "And I didn't care about power before. At that time, as long as I had enough gold marks in my pocket, I was very satisfied."

　　 "Well, I can't think about it."

　　 Another headache hit, and Joe paused to dig into his own situation.

　　 At this moment, a thin layer of water vapor suddenly appeared on the crystal mirror in front of him.

　　 Joe looked down at the hot water tap in the washbasin.

　　 He didn't turn on the hot water faucet, so how could there be steam in the bathroom?

　　 He took a step back, and the hexagram in his pupils rotated slightly faster. His heart was beating vigorously, and waves of heat continued to spread from his chest to his whole body.

　　 A strange creature, about one foot tall, quietly emerged in the hazy mirror.

　　 The body of this guy is a bit like an elongated seahorse.

　　 And his head is a bit like a little bald old man with a sad face.

　　 He has no feet, his tail is looped like a seahorse, and he flicks it easily. He has two short arms, and he is carrying a small pipe, smoking a cigarette ‘click, click’, and small smoke rings are constantly emerging from the pipe.

　　 "Hello, Joe. Or, hello, Blush."

　　 "Meeting for the first time, introduce yourself, you can call me Laplace."

　　 "Or, you can call me the All-Knowing."

　　 "Of course, I know everything, but not omnipotent."