Twilight Speaker

Chapter 26 The Red Moon Cries
Chen Xiang's heart trembled slightly.

The red moon is not a moon, it is the sun, it is a corpse.

He had more questions, but he didn't ask them. The more he asked, the more mistakes he made, and it would be easy for people to see through his lies.
The prophet exhaled at this time:

"Okay, let's get back to business. The nine Old Ones actually correspond to the nine Old Ones Lords. Teacher, which Old One do you choose to be the spokesperson for?"

After a pause, He said:

"After you make your choice, you will inherit the apostles, messengers, and fire of that lineage."

The emperor then spoke up to remind:
"Don't underestimate your subordinates. Each apostle has more than ten messengers, and each messenger has more than ten fire seeds under him.
With the amplification of the Sun, each fire seed is equivalent to a hundred devout believers, a messenger is equivalent to a thousand devout believers, and an apostle is equivalent to a hundred thousand devout believers!"

Chen Xiang was a little confused. A devout believer? What was that?
In order to avoid appearing timid, he said nothing, but calmly waved his Mosuo cane, and bits of time fragments splashed out.

On the side, the prophet smiled and said:
"Teacher, you should be wondering, believers only provide faith to their followers. What does the faith provided by apostles, messengers, and sparks have to do with you?"

Chen Xiang took advantage of the situation to get off the hook:

"I do have this question, please help me, Prophet."

The prophet waved his hand and continued to explain:
"The masters do not need faith, so the faith in the masters will be transferred to us."

After a pause, He slapped His head:
"That's getting off topic. Teacher, you should first choose the Old One you want to serve."

The emperor spoke at this moment:
"The nine Old Ones have the same authority as the nine Outer Gods. I represent the Lord of Destruction, the Titan of Destruction that corresponds to the Dancer, Lord of the Abyss."

The Prophet smiled:

"I represent the Forbidden Overlord, the Forbidden Titan corresponding to the Lord of Knowledge."

The first generation briefly said:

"I represent the Lord of Death, the Death Titan who corresponds to the Lord of Hell, the Sleeper. Although He has betrayed the Greatest, His status has not yet been stripped away by the Great Titan."

The first time Chen Xiang heard the words "Great Emperor Tan" in reality, his heart trembled, and he felt a sense of unreality and haziness. He even thought he was back in a dream.
But he quickly came to his senses and suppressed his complicated thoughts:
"Choose an Old One? I am inspired by the sun. Can I choose Him?"

The three councillors looked at each other.

"Choose [Sun], choose the Lord of Dusk? It's not impossible."

The emperor said calmly:
"The Lord of Dusk corresponds to the Wrathful One of the Lords of the Sun and War in the Outer Gods. Well, the Speaker's lineage can be handed over to you, but it does not mean that you will become the Speaker."

"That's natural." Chen Xiang smiled.

The prophet warned:

"Teacher, you have to think carefully. The Speaker died in the battle, and his lineage of fourteen apostles has now died, leaving only one apostle."

"It's okay, I can accept it." Chen Xiang's attitude remained firm. Wei Qingqiu was from the Speaker's lineage, and so was he.

He thought it would be more convenient and comfortable for him to take care of himself.
Seeing this, the prophet stopped trying to persuade him and just said softly:

"One last thing. We did not announce the deaths of the parliamentarians and the speaker to the people below to avoid unrest. After you accept the speaker's lineage, you still need to pretend to be Dusk in front of the speaker's lineage."

The first generation knocked on the table, and an old voice sounded:

"What the prophet said is correct, but there is one thing. The relics left by the previous Speaker were used by us to fish. His death has already spread in a small circle, and the apostles of the Speaker's lineage probably know this news."

Chen Xiang immediately asked:

"Fishing? What do you mean?"

The first generation coughed twice:
"I am responsible for this matter. It is related to a big plan of mine. I cannot disclose the details for the time being. The situation is quite complicated. We used the Speaker's relics to lure the Great City, but the people in the Great City thought they were using the Speaker's relics to lure us."

After thinking for a while, He continued:

"Anyway, that's the situation. The visualization diagram of the Lord of Dusk is also among the relics, and it is an important part of my plan. So, at the next regular meeting, I will bring you a copy of the visualization diagram and then put it back."

Ok?
Chen Xiang's eyelids twitched, and he felt that something was wrong, and asked casually:

"Oh? Aren't the relics of the previous Speaker fishing? Can we just take them back?"

The first generation smiled:
"The plan is still in its initial stages. The relic has fallen into the hands of a civilian. I will quietly retrieve it before the next regular meeting."

Chen Xiang felt a chill in his heart.

Ah? ? ?
He suddenly felt guilty. The fact that the wooden box was in his hands was not a secret.
Have I always been in the sight of some big shots? !
No, this first generation should not have not observed himself carefully, otherwise he would have known that the wooden box was opened by himself. There would still be a chance to remedy the situation!

Immediately, Chen Xiang said decisively:

"I understand. Thank you for clearing up my confusion."

The three councillors nodded and stood up leisurely.

"Then let's get started."

Chen Xiang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stood up and saw the First Generation praying in a low voice:
"Great Lord of Dusk, your representative on earth has arrived. Please use your great status to bestow blessings upon us."

The hall shook slightly, and a ball of dim light appeared in the middle of the dark round table, floating down towards Chen Xiang. The moment the ball of light entered Chen Xiang's body,

He felt his vision suddenly blur, as if swept by a dream, the scenery in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge, bright sun! !
But this brilliant sun began to collapse and shrink until it turned into a dark red moon.

The red moon trembled slightly, and a weak voice sounded:

"Blessing. Fall."

"Father, I miss you."

The voice lingered in Chen Xiang's ears, the illusion in front of him dissipated, and he was still in the hall.

The first generation smiled and said:
"Teacher, after receiving the blessing, you can choose to listen to the prayers of your apostles, messengers, and even the fire seeds, and their faith will also be added to you.

Oh, and don’t forget to deal with the important matters submitted by the apostles. Generally speaking, these matters are few and don’t take up much time.”

The words were not finished.

The hall shook slightly.

No, it's not the temple that's shaking;
The red moon where this palace is located, this red moon formed from the remains of the sun and the corpse of dusk, is trembling slightly! !
The tremor only lasted for a few breaths, but the three councillors' faces changed at the same time.

The first generation was extremely shocked:

"This is... This is the remnant of the Sun revived?? How come at this time, the remnant is damaged every time it revives? Why?"

The emperor suddenly looked sideways at Chen Xiang:
"Could it be because of blessing the mentor?"

The First Generation and the Prophet also looked over, and the latter muttered to himself:
"Yes, it must be. Teacher, I am a little curious about who you are. I blessed you and actually alarmed the remnant of the Sun. Don't worry, I am just curious and will not explore it."

Chen Xiang didn't say anything. An inexplicable, sudden and intense sadness swept over him.

For a long time,

He forced himself to calm down and said softly:
"By the way, [Sun], the Lord of Dusk, how did He pass away?"

"do not know."

The first generation low opening:
"In fact, both the Old Parliament and this temple were built by Him. In the 99th year of the Divine Calendar, He suffered a severe blow and collapsed. He shrank from the sun to a red moon, hanging high in the night sky. From then on, the two suns that had lasted for years turned into two moons that had crossed the sky."

After a pause, the first generation said sadly:

"But He was only severely injured. Eighteen years ago, for unknown reasons, He passed away completely, leaving only regrets."

Chen Xiang's heart twitched:
"Ten-eight years ago?"

"Correct."

The first generation sighs:

"To be precise, it is April 1500th, year 4 of the Divine Calendar."

A feeling of suffocation enveloped Chen Xiang.

His birthday was April 1500, 4.

……

……

To welcome new members,

The regular meeting, which lasted for an hour, ended hastily.

The three congressmen left one after another and suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

Chen Xiang was the last one, but he did not immediately contact the dusk order to return. Instead, he hesitated for a moment and walked to the gate of the hall.

After standing behind the gate for a long time, Chen Xiang held his cane and slowly pushed open the gate in the mist. What he saw was a dark red land, the stars were extremely bright, and the earth was right above his head.
He walked out of the hall and fell into a vacuum, but he was protected by a mysterious mist and was not in any danger.

Chen Xiang squatted down and gently stroked the dark red soil, feeling an inexplicable sadness that became heavier.
He felt something in his heart, followed his heart, and said softly:

“When I regain all my power.”

"When I come back."

"You'll be there for me."

The red moon shook, as if crying.

The crying sound penetrated the vacuum where no sound could be transmitted. It was faint, sad and joyful.

The cry was heard across the entire earth.

(End of this chapter)