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Chapter 228: Emerald Descends, Two Gods Fight in Dream

At night in Canary Wharf, the boatmen who were moving cargo had already gone off work, and the dock was empty with no one in sight. A few large cargo ships were still flashing lights, but most corners were plunged into darkness. The only sound on the empty pier was the sound of waves hitting the embankment.

An imperceptible cold wind blew by, and a figure leaped down from the deformed horse. He felt it, a seeking soul that once chanted chaos spells and longed for his arrival to save it.

After sending its master off the horse, Byaki flapped its leather wings and hovered over a blue cargo ship. It looked down with a sneer, thinking that madness and chaos were also its nourishment, and the time to reap the harvest had come.

The cargo ship painted with blue paint and a planetary pattern had already folded its deck on the shore, but the ascetic monk in an emerald robe still stepped onto the ship. The original gatekeeper was sitting alone in a recliner, eating pistachios and reading a newspaper, but the next second, the ascetic monk appeared in front of him.

In an instant, countless chaotic images poured uncontrollably into the gatekeeper's brain. Any one of these images was enough to make the gatekeeper nauseous. The cruelty and chaos in them were beyond the comprehension of mortals. The huge monsters, the twisted celestial bodies, the twisted creatures crawling in every grain of dust under the celestial bodies, the images seemed to take root and blossom in the gatekeeper's brain.

He breathed rapidly and scratched his head with both hands, trying to drag these foreign consciousnesses out of his brain, but the power of the gods was not something that ordinary people could resist.

The scene seemed to pass through the gatekeeper's mind for centuries, but in reality only one second had passed. He fell to the ground with bulging eyes, his life or death uncertain.

The ascetic did not stay for even a second. There was no sound of footsteps in the cabin, and he just floated forward.

Getting closer, he could feel the wandering soul that had called out to him a few days ago.

What appeared in the eyes of the ascetic monk was a deep corridor with a dozen hatches on each side. But when he "walked" to the center of the corridor, dozens of hatches opened at the same time, and staggering bodies walked out one after another.

There were men and women, young and old, wearing clothes of various colors. They did not speak, but locked their target on the ascetic monk and approached him with heavy steps.

These bodies have only one common feature, that is the eyes. Their pupils are dull but not distracted. Instead, they stare at the ascetic monk stubbornly and greedily. Some of them have reddish smelly mucus flowing from the corners of their mouths, like rotten meat that has been left in a corner for days.

The ascetic monk quietly watched the "crowd" coming from all directions. In a sense, the wills of these guys were indestructible, because they were no longer living people, but puppets controlled by a certain god.

The ascetic's emerald robe suddenly emitted an emerald green glow, and black fingers stretched out and tightly wrapped around the necks of the corpses.

There were no nails on the front ends of his fingers. Instead, there were mouthparts similar to those of lampreys, with densely packed hooked teeth sandwiched between layers of suction cups. Under the entanglement and biting of his fingers, the heads of the corpses rolled to the ground with a crackling sound.

Of course, the gods hiding in the dark and manipulating the corpses would not sit still and wait for death. The emotions of the corpses seemed to be aroused and extremely high. They waved their arms and rushed forward one after another.

But this was of no effect. In front of the ascetic, the corpses were not even as good as leaves flying in the wind.

Half a minute later, a pile of mutilated corpses appeared on the corridor, and the ascetic walked towards the depths of the cabin, where the person he was looking for was still waiting for him. Mr. Wordsworth was sitting cross-legged at the end of the corridor. He took off his black hood to reveal a head covered with spells.

"Unknown great god, please forgive my recklessness and insolence. I think this is all a misunderstanding."

After saying these words humbly, Wordsworth no longer paid attention to the ascetic. He held a thick iron chain in his hand, lowered his head and silently recited a spell.

The chaotic images that had flooded into the gatekeeper's mind before appeared in Wordsworth's mind again. Although the vast and profound knowledge of the gods tortured him to the point of driving him crazy, under the effect of the spell, Wordsworth still managed to maintain his sanity.

However, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from the hollows of his nose and the corners of his temples, and the spell tattooed on his skin also slightly seeped out blood.

"Ah."

The ascetic made a sound for the first time, which sounded like approval and affirmation of Wordsworth.

The next second, an emerald transparent book appeared out of thin air in front of Wordsworth. Wordsworth took a subconscious look at it, but he was deeply attracted by it at just one glance, because the problems that troubled him and the vast truth of the universe were all in the book. He swallowed his saliva and read it eagerly, completely unaware that his brain was already jumping, his eyes were bulging, and the flesh and blood on his body were slowly drying up, emitting bursts of emerald light.

At this moment, the chain in Wordsworth's hand shook violently, and he broke free from his previous obsession, but only a second later he was attracted by the contents of the book and started reading again.

The ship was shaking violently, and the corridor in the cabin was no longer a corridor, but a dark, seeping rock cave. Groundwater seeped into the soil and dripped along the sharp stone pillars above.

At this time, the cargo ship had been pulled into Wordsworth's dreamland by the god he believed in.

The Emerald Ascetic looked up slightly, and the next second he appeared outside the cave. There was a large calm lake there. It seemed that the cave was at the bottom of the lake.

On the lake, a huge olive-shaped shadow was hidden in the mist of the lake. Countless sharp thorns grew on his body, some long and some short. Some of the thorns seemed to have the corpses of some creatures hanging on them. Three eyestalks stood upright on the olives, which seemed to be the eyes of this god that could see through the world.

The yellow eyeball twisted back and forth in the mist, looking at the Emerald Dervish floating in the air before him.

A third emerald eye opened in the center of the ascetic's dark forehead. In an instant, a courtyard rose in the lake. The roof of the courtyard was covered with white snow, but the inside of the courtyard was warm like spring. Green radish and banana trees complemented each other, and black lotus flowers bloomed in a small pond of five meters square.

The courtyard and the lake, two dream realms intertwined and merged, as if each wanted to erase the other's will.

The Emerald Dervish stared at the three eye stalks in the air. The two sides seemed to be communicating, but also seemed to be confronting each other. Finally, the figure of Baiyage appeared quietly in the sky. It let out a strange cry and carried its master on its back. A breeze blew, and Baiyage and the Emerald Dervish disappeared into the sky.

Inside the cabin, the dreamland of the cave had faded away. Wordsworth lay on the ground, gasping for breath, but his hands were still tightly holding the iron chain, because the statue of God the Father was connected to the chain and had been sinking to the bottom of the dock.

The painter's hat appeared in the corridor and approached Wordsworth:

"So... that god left?"

When the corpses poured out of the room before, Painter Hat heard the sound of doors opening. He knew something was wrong, so he locked the door decisively and did not dare to leave the room. Later, he found that the ship was trapped in the dream of the Father God, and he was even more terrified. A few minutes ago, he felt that the ship had returned to calm, so he mustered up the courage to leave the room.

"gone."

Wordsworth was still in shock. He was afraid and regretful. The content of the book was so fascinating that he only regretted that he didn't read it more.

"Is this the spell that Marcus brought back earlier?"

Wordsworth nodded, but he couldn't understand. Did this god really have a contract with Dou Nivar and was under his control?

"Then...will this god come back again?"

"Not for the time being."

Stroking the iron chain in his hand, Wordsworth felt the oracle of God the Father:
"This deity went to find other summoners. Father God, have mercy on us. He saved us."

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At this time, on a small road outside New New Lent, a carriage was speeding towards the city of New New Lent.

"Tsk, Mi Li'er, you reminded me very well! Neither of us can drive a carriage, this is a problem."

Liu Yonglu had only been here for a short time and had no time to learn how to ride a horse or drive a car. He knew that these things looked easy but were difficult to do, and were no easier than driving a car.

The horse kicked up a limb and you will know how to control it if it is startled. How to rein in the horse and turn it around are all experiences. It will be too late to pierce the ears by yourself when you get into the sedan chair. You still have to find someone.

But who should I find? Lin Blan needed to rest, and the little genius brother's hand had not recovered yet. Besides, he was the judge of the Saint's Sect, and he couldn't follow him around every day. This was a top-secret mission, and it was not convenient to bring him along.

Millie Tang lowered her head and looked at the documents in her hand with the help of the kerosene lamp in the carriage. She felt a little uncomfortable when Liu Yonglu looked at her in the study just now, so she just said a few perfunctory words to him and hurried out to go home.

Although Millie Tang was looking at the relevant information of the mission, she was thinking about her own affairs. When should she tell Ricky about her identity? Just tell him casually? It felt too cheap for this guy.

"Mi Li'er, I'll discuss this with the chief elder tomorrow. I have a rough idea of ​​what to do. This time..."

Before Liu Yonglu could finish his words, he felt the carriage suddenly stop. The two of them looked out the window, wondering why the carriage suddenly stopped when there was no village in front of them or a shop behind them, and there was only dark grass and wheat fields outside.

"The driver probably has a stomachache and needs to poop, so he's looking for a place to relieve himself. Wait for him."

But no matter how long I waited, he still didn't come. Even if someone is in urgent need of help, it takes too long for you to go to the bathroom.

Liu Yonglu pushed open the door of the carriage and got out. He saw an ascetic monk in an emerald robe standing in the middle of the country road. He was skinny and had a quivering head. He was smaller than an average person, but had big eyes. Upon closer inspection, he looked like an ET alien, with no black in his eyes, only green white.

He was wearing a tattered emerald robe, which emitted a faint green glow in the dark night. Liu Yonglu marveled at it and thought that this was very convenient as he no longer needed to hold a flashlight when walking in the middle of the night.

Behind him stood a strange horse with bird wings and bat wing membranes, and its face was as shabby as it could be.

"Balala bird!"

Liu Yonglu exclaimed, he hadn't seen it for some time since they left the Sabines Forest, and he missed it a lot. It looked like the injuries on its body had completely healed.

Seeing Liu Yonglu Bai Yaji took half a step forward, but then he remembered that his master was right in front of him, so he quickly turned his head away and pretended not to know Liu Yonglu.

When Millie Tang heard Liu Yonglu's cry, she also got off the carriage. The moment she saw the Emerald Ascetic, blood from her nose dripped onto the ground.

Everyone, we have to start working hard again today. Hehe, please keep warm in autumn. But having said that, the weather is getting cold and it’s time to eat mutton. I plan to stew a pot of mutton ribs in two days to satisfy your craving.

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