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Chapter 480 Father God, why are you rebelling? (4k+)

Liu Yonglu locked the door like this, which frightened Ismail. How could we lock the door when we came in to do something bad? If we alarm those people from the Western Continent later, we won’t be able to escape!
He didn't dare to say anything. He just stared at Liu Yonglu and gestured with his hands, meaning, "Open the door!"

Liu Yonglu was still in his unlucky state. He waved his hands, shook his head, and had a smile on his face. He ignored Ismail and walked straight inside.

Ismail took a look and asked... Is this guy so confident?
At the same time, he was thinking in his heart, Aziz, he had known this man for more than ten years. He had been a slave in the palace since he first entered the Tirmusi Palace when he was a child.

He is also a slave of Grand Duke Zahir. Not to mention the city of Tilmsi, he may have rarely left the palace. This passerby must be Zahir's confidant. Maybe his coming here today also represents Zahir's intention.

That's right, Ismail figured it out. After getting down from the pole, he asked other people and heard that Special Envoy Rich had secretly brought his family members to the banquet in the daytime, which made Grand Duke Zahir very unhappy.

I guess this is the reason. The Grand Duke also wants to kill Ricky.

While he was thinking about it, Liu Yonglu lit up all the oil lamps in the corridor! When Ismail came to his senses, he found that the sky was bright and Aziz was standing at the kitchen door in the distance, waving at him!

What does this mean? Is lighting the lamp a signal? As soon as he lights the lamp, the people outside will set the fire?

Ismail still didn't dare to say anything and could only follow behind. He also wanted to see what this person was going to do.

When he entered the kitchen, Ismail was even more confused. The short, fat bearded man started cooking! Of course, it was not something particularly complicated, just the simplest side dishes.

When he finished, he opened the cabinet door while humming a tune, put the wine on the table, crossed his legs, and ate and drank.

"Aziz...what on earth are you going to do!?"

Ismail could not bear it any longer. He heard a slight noise upstairs, and it seemed that the Mosesad people had been alarmed.

"Eat. I'm hungry in the middle of the night. Eat and drink something so that you can sleep well later."

Liu Yonglu also pointed to the wine glass, meaning, would you like to have some too?
"You're fucking crazy! This is where you eat! You're killing me!"

As he spoke, Ishmael stopped pretending and put the bag on his back on the ground. He unwrapped the cloth to reveal the jar inside. At the same time, he took out a number of potion jars of various sizes from his robe, preparing to cast forbidden spells.

He was going to do it immediately, quickly, to kill the crazy Aziz first, and then go upstairs to kill the others.

Liu Yonglu ignored him and sat there sipping his wine and eating his food, watching Ishmael busying around as if he was watching a monkey show.

"In the Lightless Black Tower, Chaos and the Children of the Night."

"Between dreams and reality, sow the seeds of madness."

"Walking the world in countless incarnations, we offer sacrifices and songs."

Ismael was chanting spells while sprinkling the potion. It felt really weird. He was casting forbidden spells and begging the Crawling Chaos to come, but there was a short and fat man sitting opposite him eating and drinking. What the hell was this?

But there was no other way, his retreat route was blocked, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

He opened the jar on the ground, took out a live chicken, a rabbit, and a flying squirrel, cut their throats one by one with a sharp knife, and dripped their blood into the jar.

Liu Yonglu frowned and turned his head away. He was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see others killing small animals in front of him.

After doing all this, Ismail cut his palm and dripped blood into the jar:
"Holding the thousand-faced god, the chaos is lurking."

"You are the Whisperer of the Abyss."

"When the stars dim, I call upon you in the name of the forbidden, giving you endless chaos and revelation."

When Liu Yonglu heard these words, his eyebrows raised. Hey, who was that? It turns out it's you again, you unlucky donkey. It's true that enemies always meet again!

I'll sit here and see what new tricks you can come up with for me.

Under the influence of blood and spells, white smoke gradually emerged from the black jar. The white smoke was like a conscious creature, gradually exploring and sensing the outside world.

The oil lamp in the kitchen flickered, and the white smoke gradually formed a terrifying face, which enveloped the oil lamp. The shapeless white smoke body gradually enveloped the oil lamp until the light went out.

"Giggle..."

A hoarse throat sound similar to the violent shaking of vocal cords sounded in the house, and Bai Yan's body became more and more solid. Liu Yonglu saw a monster over nine feet tall appear in front of him in the dim moonlight outside the window.

The monster was completely black, with two strange arms covered with barbed spikes and three ugly, deformed lower limbs. The most disgusting thing was the monster's head.

The overall shape is a bit similar to the monster in the secret room of the Rosemeile Theater, with a slender curly tentacle replacing the head. The only difference is that Rosemeile's tentacle is black, while the one in front of you is blood red.

"The dark silhouette, the shadow of the messenger."

"I offer my soul as a sacrifice, and hope you will come here and spread the blasphemous dream."

Ismail was still muttering, and Liu Yonglu blinked his eyes, but he was not panicked, because from the experience last time, he knew roughly how to deal with it. Since he had no ears, he would just put on the shroud and take it slow. Anyway, Mr. Shani and Mi Li'er were upstairs.

But the shroud had just been taken out and he hadn’t put it on yet…

The terrifying monster in front of him suddenly... fell to the ground. It didn't collapse on its side like it had lost consciousness, but it was bowing down like an intelligent creature.

It folded its two claws and crawled on the ground. The blood-red tongue on its head no longer stood up, but hung limply on the ground.

kindness?
The kitchen was pitch black and the monster was lying on the ground. Liu Yonglu and Ishmael didn't understand what it meant for a moment.

Ismael was the first to react. He didn't give up and chanted again, but the bloody-tongued monster lying on the ground was not affected at all and remained motionless.

Liu Yonglu had no idea what was going on. He carefully picked up a bag from the table and threw it at the monster's head. There was no reaction. He then splashed the wine in the glass on its face, but there was still no reaction.

It cannot be said that there was no change at all. Liu Yonglu lit the oil lamp and looked carefully, and saw that the monster in front of him was trembling slightly, and the outline of its body began to blur.

Liu Yonglu didn't know that in the eyes of the monster, he now smelled like a donkey, and he couldn't stop it. My goodness, after using so many pages of bookmarks, how could the smell be reduced? To be frank, if the donkey really created a projection of a god, the smell on its body might not be as strong as Liu Yonglu's.

His entire body is now filled with the aura of chaos, and Liu Yonglu's previous real existence has been distorted and blurred. In the eyes of the monster, even if he is not a donkey, he is not much different.

The monster is just a phantom summoned by a forbidden spell. How can you not be scared when you see him!

Liu Yonglu certainly couldn't figure this out, but he could roughly guess that it had something to do with the bookmark he had cheated from the donkey. "Hey... It's so hot, don't come out and scare people. This has nothing to do with you. Go home quickly."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand, and the monster in front of him seemed to understand Liu Yonglu's intention. It turned from a physical entity into white smoke, and then the white smoke disappeared out of thin air. In the entire kitchen, except for the bottles and jars prepared by Ismail, there was no evidence of the monster's appearance, as if it had never appeared.

Liu Yonglu, who was sitting on the chair, was actually pretending to be calm. After all, Milly Tang had told him that the greater the effect of the ancient relics, the stronger the side effects would be.

This time, the donkey's ancient relics have undergone a qualitative change from quantitative change. Will it bring any adverse reactions to myself?

Liu Yonglu was drinking and touching himself at the same time, fearing that a tail tentacle would suddenly grow out of him.

Ishmael certainly could not have guessed what he did, what he thought, and although he could not guess, he was greatly shocked. The impact of all this on him was no less than the first time he entered the Black Tower and accepted the blessing of the Beast Brotherhood.

What happened? Did his forbidden spell fail? No way, the messenger's shadow appeared... Why did it suddenly kneel down in front of Aziz after it appeared? Aziz said a few words, and the shadow disappeared again...

Oh, yes, the Aziz in front of him is definitely not as simple as he seems. He might be a close relative of Chaos Fuxing!

"Aziz, no... no, the Messenger of Chaos... what is your name... I don't know..."

Ishmael was so excited that he could not speak. He could only kneel on the ground and mutter incoherently, imitating the monster.

"Do you want to know who I am?"

Liu Yonglu asked while peeling peanuts.

"Yes, yes, but...but please rest assured, I definitely don't want to find out your real name."

The true names of gods cannot be known by mortals, and the donkey is only called "Crouching Chaos". Liu Yonglu did not ask Xiaohu what his real name was, and he would not tell it himself. This is the rule and common sense of mysticism.

The names of those so-called known gods are basically wrong, so the gods may not care.

If ordinary people really knew and spoke out the names of those taboos, at best they would go insane, at worst they would bring disaster to the world they live in.

"Look up, who am I? Am I Ge Suwen?"

Liu Yonglu wanted to tease Ismail, and also wanted to test the ability of the bookmark. Ismail heard... Ge Suwen? What Ge Suwen? But since the messenger asked him to read it, he just read it.

When he looked up again, the person sitting on the chair was no longer the short and fat Aziz, but the majestic and cold Grand Prince Zahir.

"This……"

Ismail was shaking like a sieve, such power was unimaginable.

"Take another look..."

Ismail felt that his eyes had been deceiving him. He had not blinked once from beginning to end, but Grand Prince Zahir sitting on the chair suddenly turned into the charming Miss Soraya.

The height, facial features, and skin color are so lifelike that even I, who have lived in the palace for a long time and served him, find it difficult to tell the real thing from the fake.

Cold sweat dripped down Ishmael's temples onto the ground, merging with the gradually coagulating blood. He thought of the most terrifying and craziest possibility.

The person in front of him was a projection of "Crouching Chaos".

The high priest of the Brotherhood had told him before that their forbidden mass was almost complete, and Lord Chaos would soon descend upon this land.

Could it be that... the mass had already been successful? But the believers were still ignorant and kept in the dark?
"In front of Chaos and Blasphemy, I am just a humble servant... Are you... Are you... the messenger of Lord Chaos?"

Ismail didn't dare to look up. He felt the tremendous pressure from that gaze, which made him a little breathless.

"Well, it's not far off the mark..."

Liu Yonglu didn't dare to say much, for he was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

When Ishmael pondered over these words, he felt that they were very meaningful. He was indeed the projection of Lord Chaos Fuxing, and his choice of words and sentences were so unusual.

"We do not know when the lurking Chaos will appear. We will pave the road with blood and bones, and let the wailing and groaning of the living beings become the hymns of his coming. We only hope that reality will be desecrated and the dream of Chaos will come into the world."

At this point, assassinating Ricky Baldwin is no longer important. Confirming the will of Chaos is the top priority. When the Father God comes, won't all the disputes in front of us be resolved?
When will the donkey come? Liu Yonglu touched his chin. He was a little unsure. According to the donkey's temper, he might be in Kurt at this moment, watching the fun.

No, I have to trick the donkey for a while, I can't let him trick me all the time.

"Alas! What a pity!"

In the middle of the night, Liu Yonglu suddenly raised his voice, which scared Ismail who was lying on the ground.

"Alas, Father God, he is no good. He he he he he he... He has betrayed the blasphemous will of Chaos and is no longer the Father God he used to be."

This sentence sounded like a thunderbolt to Ishmael's ears. What did it mean? Chaos's Fuxing... fell?

"Yes, I think it was last week. I saw him. He was searching for an important relic in the Lost Sea."

Ismael thought, yes, that's right, the high priest said that now is a good opportunity to summon Chaos Crawler because the Father God is coveting an important ancient relic from the Lost Sea.

"It was invaded by many gods. One was the Blood Mad God of the Void, and the other was... ahem, the King in Yellow. Anyway, in the end, the Father God couldn't hold on, so he pronounced "tuan" three times and threw away (a teasing slang term meaning, stop talking, it's over).

Finally, oh! It makes me feel uncomfortable to talk about it. The will of Chaos was taken away and replaced by other gods, and the Father God fell into a deep sleep.

But don't worry, I'm here! I'm the backup left by the Father God, and I have my own tricks to help Master Fu Xing of Chaos rebuild his golden body..."

Liu Yonglu's words were so confusing that he didn't say a word, which made Ishmael, who was lying on the ground, stunned. However, this was consistent with his stereotype of Chaos. The Father's words were so difficult to understand, and he rarely understood them completely!
“Anyway…if you summon the Father God during the mass, please remember that it is not the Father God. It is a puppet illusion controlled by other gods! Don’t believe it no matter what it says!

When that time comes, you will all rush forward. The harder you work, the more you will practice the will of chaos. Well, that’s all I have to say. Father God, why are you rebelling? "

Liu Yonglu burst into tears and stamped his feet and beat his chest!

(End of this chapter)