Twilight Speaker

Chapter 132: New Authority, Fear Incarnate (33)

"It is basically confirmed that Primal Fear is still within the territory of Donghong Country, but where exactly it has fled to is unknown."

The Deep Pope's voice was cold and deep:

“We must not let Him go.”

The Lord of Donghong State glanced sideways and said:
“Come on, are you afraid that if you let Him recover, you, the Deep Void, will suffer crazy revenge?”

"Humph, it's not just us in the Deep Void. Do you guys think that Primal Fear won't hold a grudge against you?"

The Pope of Yousui was shrouded in darkness, and his eyes swept across the entire Donghong Kingdom, but found nothing.

After a pause,
He said slowly:

"In short, we must capture the original fear. Of course, no matter what the result is, I promise you that the reward will not be less."

This hunt was planned by Him, and He paid a considerable price to invite these five true god-level beings.

The Queen of the White Star Nation spoke solemnly:
"Primal fear is secondary. I want to know more about that mysterious person who suddenly appeared and attacked. Who is he?"

After these words came out, several big figures standing at the top of the real world became solemn, and the Lord of Storm Country swallowed his saliva:
"With just one strike, He shattered the body of Primal Terror and nearly destroyed the ghost ship. This is outrageous. I'm afraid, I'm afraid he is close to the level of an Outer God?"

The Lost Pope standing beside him was also solemn:

"Are you sure you are close to the Outer God level, not..."

The gods fell silent. The eyelids of the King of Donghong twitched slightly, and his expression seemed a little strange and a little agitated.

Finally, the Pope of the Abyss spoke:
"I do have some information. You all should know about the changes in the Abyss Dimension six years ago, right? On that day, a mysterious being descended into the Abyss Dimension and attacked the supreme Lord of the Abyss."

After a pause, He lowered his eyelids slightly:
"As far as I know, the attackers are also shrouded in fog. I don't know more. The great Lord of the Abyss is still sleeping."

"You mean, that mysterious person is the one who attacked the Lord of the Abyss? Impossible. How could an Outer God-level figure appear in reality?"

Queen Whitestar rejected it:
"The curse of the past still looms over the entire reality!"

"Then how do we explain His terror?" the Lost Pope retorted, "Moreover, regardless of whether it is the same great being or not, the two events have one thing in common!"

"What?" Several true god-level figures, including the King of Donghong, said in unison.

The Lost Pope pondered for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts, and then slowly spoke:
"As far as I know, six years ago, during the Abyss Incident, the mysterious attacker severely injured the Great Abyss Master and then left."

“And this time, the mysterious being that suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea also severely injured Primal Fear and the Ghost Captain before disappearing.”

"Weird, inexplicable and makes no sense."

They fell silent.

After a long time, the Lord of White Star frowned and said:

"No, I have to go back to White Star Country first and inform the Thinking Pope about this matter and discuss it."

"Where is Primal Terror?" The Deep Pope frowned and said, "Our agreement is to help me capture Primal Terror, and then I will help your White Star Nation fight against the Secret Society."

"I'll be back soon."

Queen White Star said briefly:

"You first need to determine the location of the original fear as much as possible. This is the real key."

"His true body is broken, and he is at his weakest right now. He should be sleeping. This is the best opportunity."

“Maybe this is the last chance.”

………………

Chen Xiang created a handkerchief out of thin air and wiped the tea off the scarecrow's body.

He coughed lightly:
"Are you sure that the mysterious man in the fog wears a monocle, has a cane, and has a fragment of time?"

"Sure, sure." The hoarse voice of the original fear, which was caused by the friction of straw, sounded, and He asked doubtfully:

"How do you know Him?"

Chen Xiang was a little worried.

After a while, he nodded gently:

"I know him - if you are not mistaken, he should be my teacher."

"what?!"

Primal fear widened his eye sockets. He had no eyes, so he could only widen his eye sockets.

Chen Xiang waved his hand, stopping what Primitive Fear wanted to say, and said in a deep voice:
"Of course, it's possible that someone is pretending to be my teacher, or it could just be a coincidence, right? The monocle and cane are too broad a feature."

After a pause, he stared at Primal Fear and continued to ask:
"Do you remember whether the mysterious man in the fog wore his monocle on the left or the right?"

"Left, what's wrong?"

Chen Xiang frowned and shook his head, falling into deep thought.

When he saw the abyss change before, he had speculated whether it was from his future self, but it was rejected in the end.
Since my future self has already reached this point and can travel through time at will, according to common sense, I should have been able to keep the past and future the same, so my current self should also be that strong.
But apparently not.

At this moment, after experiencing the moment of loss and the mirror incident, Chen Xiang had a new guess - is it possible that the guy who was also shrouded in fog was his own mirror image?
or.
Oneself is a reflection of Him.

This is indeed possible, but if you think about it carefully, the probability is very small. After all, the gap between them is too big. No matter who is the mirror image of whom, there shouldn't be such a big gap in strength.
Chen Xiang felt a little headache, the fog was heavy, and at the moment he did not have the power to break through the fog. His heart moved slightly, and he asked again:

"One more thing. Are you saying that the mysterious man seemed to have taken something from you, but you didn't lose anything?"

"Yes, you can say that."

Chen Xiang thought for a moment and said softly:

"Can I try?"

"What?" Primal Fear was stunned, but he saw the [Real Shepherd] in front of him stretched out his hand, placed it on his chest, and said:

"When you were torn apart, did your true nature reveal itself?" Primal Fear was even more puzzled, but still answered:

"Of course I do. Do you want me to reveal my true nature again?"

"Correct."

Hearing this, He did not hesitate. It was just a manifestation of the essence, not a big deal.
Given my current weakness, if the True Shepherd really has bad intentions, it will be difficult for me to resist.
This is the man who throws the spear at the Great One.

In a moment, the essence of primitive fear - the deepest, most essential, and most primitive breath of fear that cannot be seen but can only be barely felt, slowly swirled up.

Chen Xiang touched it gently.

[The Power of Fear, partially completed]

"What did you do?" Primal Fear asked in astonishment: "I can feel that some of my essence seems to have been lost? Although it is only a small part, it has really been lost!"

Chen Xiang's heart was slightly moved:

"It is considered my forbidden ability. Is the loss rate large?"

"Not big, very small."

"I mean, is it this big?"

As soon as the words fell, Primal Fear saw the young man in front of him, and an extremely familiar breath of primordial fear lingered, accompanied by a pitch-black fog, lingering into a pitch-black crow, standing quietly on the young man's shoulder.
Primal fear was shocking.

"This"

A solemn expression appeared on his straw face:
"Your soul essence is not strong enough, and you can't even exert one ten-thousandth of my full power. But I can clearly sense that the [Essence of Fear] you possess is already equivalent to one-fourth or even one-third of mine. Why?"

Chen Xiang was thoughtful:
"To you, it was just a tiny bit of your essence that passed away, but it allowed me to gain one-third of your essence? Well, actually, I have two forbidden abilities, one for observation, and one for replication."

Primitive Fear stared at Chen Xiang, neither believing nor disbelieving. After a long while, he spoke:
"This ability is terrifying."

"I can foresee that as long as you don't perish, you may be able to truly rival the Outer Gods in the future."

He was really scared. Although the supernatural and the occult were unreasonable, they also followed a basic rule of reality - conservation.

But [Conservation] is ineffective on the person in front of me! !
Primal Fear took a deep breath:

"Now, have you discovered anything?"

Chen Xiang shrugged his shoulders:

"At first I thought that the mysterious man had absorbed a bit of your essence, just like me, but now it seems that is not the case. Well, it's hard to say. I have to do one last experiment."

As he spoke, he raised his arm, the cracked tattoo on his wrist glowing slightly, the light shining on Primal Terror's body.

"What is this?" Primal Fear asked solemnly. Chen Xiang did not answer, but just stroked the crack tattoo again.
The next moment, another ray of light was reflected in the nothingness beside, reflecting the "mirror image" of the original fear.

A tattered, long-dead scarecrow trapped in eternal silence.

"what is this?"

Primal fear was slightly frightened, and Chen Xiang waved his hand:
“No need to ask, everyone has their own secrets.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fissure tattoo vibrated slightly, and the sound of the mirror fell into Chen Xiang's ears through bone conduction. Only he could hear it.

"The Scarecrow's mirror image has lost all its essence as the [primitive fear]. In layman's terms, it has lost all the authority of the [original fear] and the [primitive fear]."

Chen Xiang drooped his eyelids suddenly, thinking the worst.

This is the worst case.

The mysterious man - the one who looks exactly like himself and is suspected to be from the future or in the mirror, took away the authority of the mirror image of primordial fear.

This is still just a guess, and we need to find another taboo to verify it - but it is probably seven or eight times out of ten!

"Who should I ask to verify it?" Chen Xiang whispered unconsciously.

This conclusion is not 100% guaranteed. We need to find another person who is forbidden or has authority to see if his image has also lost its authority and essence.
If so, then everything is hard to say, if not
As he pondered, Chen Xiang's eyes lit up slightly. Got it!
Isn't there a dead taboo in this castle?
If He can really wake up, He may be the best object for verification!

just
Chen Xiang's heart was slightly throbbing. If it was confirmed after verification that the mysterious man had indeed absorbed the power of the original fear mirror, what this represented would be very terrifying.
The black crow condensed from the [Power of Fear] on his shoulder tilted its head slightly.

………………

At the same time, in the villa area not far from the Executive Building.

This is the residence prepared for high-ranking officials of the city and province. Each villa is a standard five-story building, and the area it covers varies according to the size of the official rank.

In a villa covering a vast area, Wu Liangyu stood aside with his head lowered respectfully, like a junior - just a junior.

He said softly:

"Chief, the elder of the Meng clan is already in the castle. Shall we go now?"

The clan leader did not speak. Another old man in black robes said calmly:
"I have performed divination, and the result is that everything is auspicious. The ancestor will surely wake up. Get ready to set off. The glory of our clan will soon be restored!"

"Yes, great elder." Wu Liangyu nodded slightly fanatically.

If Chen Xiang were here, he might be able to recognize the old man in the black robe - the director of the Great City Secret Investigation Department.

The old man in the black prison.

The dozen or so members of the Wu clan who were left walked out of the villa one after another.

Before setting off, the clan elder dressed in black once again performed divination, respectfully asking heaven and earth, seeking the answer from the legendary "Pillar of Destiny", whether the Wu family's ancestor could be revived.

He stared at the infallible compass of destiny. The needle spun wildly and finally stopped at twelve o'clock.

"Good luck."

The elder of the clan smiled brightly:
"All is well."

(End of this chapter)