Scepter of Thorns

Holding the thorn scepter in his hand, Mufujie knelt on one knee in front of the God of Light, with the pillar of salt standing behind him.

Kaierlos wore half a white porcelain mask, and behind him was a pair of snow-white to almost crystal-clear wings, each feather exuding a faint luster, as if coated with a layer of silver.

"Muffje Marmara, the descendant of the human clan, very good." He leaned slightly and looked at Mufuja, "I will take the thorn scepter, and in exchange, I will grant you one wish."

Mu Fujie pursed his lips and said dryly, "I want to go home."

Kyle Ross raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest, "Your soul is very special, even I can't see it through - you don't seem to be a creation of this world."

"So you mean, no?"

"Sorry." Kylos smiled, "My ability is not enough to bring you back to another world. Please change the conditions, outsider."

Mu Fujie offered the thorn scepter with both hands, "The scepter was originally a gift from the Lord God. Since you need it, your believers must return it to the original owner."

"I thought you would ask to heal your left eye." Kylos said with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Or kill Bender Conns."

"There's nothing to say." Mu Fujie was a little surprised that the Lord God was omniscient and omnipotent. He touched his left eyeball. It was a glass prosthetic eye, which happened to be a pair with Conns's. "This matter has nothing to do with him It doesn't matter much, it's fine now, I don't owe him anything, and he doesn't owe me anything."

Kylos smiled lowly, and took the scepter away, "Okay, since you insist. But I will give you a gift, which may help you in the future."

A white feather swirled and slowly landed on Mu Fujie's palm.The God of Light spread his wings and left the temple dedicated to him.

The young new pope grasped the feather tightly, as if grasping | the last straw.He still knelt on the ground, but buried his head deeply in his arms.

"It's nothing, all of this is nothing." He seemed to be convincing himself, "Isn't it already terrible from the first day I came to this world?"

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A little cold.

He wiped the rain from his face and sat up, his mind went blank, he didn't even know who he was and where this was.

In front of him was a dilapidated hexagonal colorful tent, with the ribbons of bells tied to it badly destroyed and soaked by the rain.There are old photos pasted on the outer wall of the tent with ghost faces painted on it, and the figure inside is black, only a pair of scarlet eyes are particularly dazzling.

He stood up in confusion, the tent in front of him seemed to be... a circus?After hesitating for a moment, he propped himself up and walked into the tent.

Surprisingly, there was only one mirror inside.He stared at the mirror, and a young man with dark blond hair was looking at him, his dark blue eyes were as deep as the sea at night.

Is this him?

He couldn't help stroking the mirror, and the moment his fingertips touched it, the mirror shattered, and a thin stream of blood seeped out from the crack.Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Only then did he realize that he was wearing three simple rings on his left hand. Out of curiosity, he touched them, and suddenly a space he had never seen before appeared in front of him, but he was not surprised, as if this was something he was used to things.

There are several rows of bookshelves inside, densely packed with books.He walked to the first bookshelf, and the things inside seemed to be notebooks. He randomly picked up the first book in the first row, and after that, the space disappeared.

It was a thick diary, and as soon as he flipped through it, he found a page with a bookmark, obviously he had just read it not long ago.The content is concise and casual, most of which are records of a day's itinerary, with little emotion.The brushstrokes of the writing are immature | tender, the owner of the diary should not be very old.

"It was raining that day, and he took me to the circus. I have never seen such a gorgeous and exquisite tent, and I have never seen a circus.

"He said he was going to take me to find 'paradise'."

His body stiffened.

The blood spread to his feet, he raised his head to look at the mirror, and his broken self.

The person in the mirror had a card pinned to his chest. He took off his own card and observed it carefully. It was a Tarot card, The Hierophant. A man wearing a crown and a silver mask was holding a scepter, and behind him was The stained glass windows of the church, lions and bulls surrender at his feet.

"The Hierophant, the Pope." He followed up. "My name?"

No one answered him.

Holding the notebook in his hand, he carefully walked around the mirror and entered the tent.

【Hall of Beasts】

Huge and realistic stone statues.

He pulled the collar subconsciously, the lion wearing the laurel crown was in a roaring posture, the black wolf that was about to run was bound by a rein, and the scarred and crawling dragon meandered from the entrance to the innermost part of the hall. A stone elephant with a pair of shovel teeth points to a point with its trunk.

In the center of the hall, a few black thorns hung down, and a golden scepter was entwined with thorns.His eyes were drawn to it at once, because the familiarity in his soul made him want to have it as soon as possible.

He walked there as if bewitched, and stretched out his hand to hold the slender stick handle.The black thorn moved, quickly wrapping around his arm like a dedicated guard.But he didn't let go of it, instead he held it tighter.

He felt that this thing belonged to him.

Spikes tore through sleeves and pierced skin.Dark red blood dripped on the thorns. It seemed to be frightened, and it shrank back suddenly, curling up into a ball.He successfully obtained the scepter, but when a drop of blood stained the crystal, the four giant beasts gasped.

He keenly caught this slight movement, and immediately became vigilant, placing the scepter across his chest.

The stone elephant's eyes suddenly glowed like rubies, and at the same time, textures and ten intersections began to appear on its face.It twitched its nose and began to walk slowly, each step making a thunderous noise.To make matters worse, several other animals gradually woke up, and the male lion's hair became soft at a speed visible to the naked eye; the giant dragon arched its body like a snake ready to go; He rubbed his front hooves against the ground, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

He gripped the scepter tightly, and the fully awakened lion ran straight towards him, its sharp claws digging deep ravines in the ground.He was a little nervous, but he stood still.The brown hair has touched the hem of the clothes, and the lion's laurel crown lowered, and it surrendered obediently to his feet.

He breathed a sigh of relief and bet right.

After a simple kneeling, the male lion turned his head and bared his tusks towards the other three animals.

The stone elephant was the first to confront the male lion. It tentatively shoveled with its teeth. The lion roared and made an aggressive posture, and the two animals confronted each other like this.The dragon's long neck dangled around him, seemingly out of pure curiosity.The black wolf watched the battle calmly as a bystander, but its cunning eyes revealed its ambition.

When the dragon's snout was about to approach him, the scepter suddenly pointed directly at the dragon's neck, and a gray light beam projected from the top of the staff, and the dragon quickly lowered its head and dodged away.Taking advantage of just a few seconds, he jumped up, nimbly climbed onto the dragon's back, and then inserted|inserted the scepter into a deep wound.

Long Xiao rang in his ears, with the anger of being injured and his majesty violated.It spread its broken wings and hovered continuously at the top of the ceiling, trying to throw this daring guy off.He was caught off guard and almost fell, but fortunately he grabbed half of the dragon's wing in time.The giant dragon lost his balance and fell in one direction. The black wolf not far away immediately ran up when he saw this, and then flew over. He raised his hand to avoid it, but his sharp teeth pierced through his sleeve.

He supported the dragon's back and turned over to the other side. The black wolf quickly rushed up to the dragon's body, making several more wounds on its skin.The giant dragon wailed, and its scarred body couldn't bear the trampling of the black wolf at all. It grabbed the reins that were bound on the wolf's back, and slammed the wolf against the stone wall.

The battle between the other two wild beasts was particularly fierce, and the stone elephant temporarily gained the upper hand, but it seemed to be afraid of something, and just fought back with its head.He jumped into their battle by turning over, and the scepter in his hand touched the ground, and clusters of black thorns burst out of the rock, growing vigorously and densely, at an incredible speed.They wrapped around the stone elephant's toes, but because the elephant's skin was made of smooth stone and its strength was too great, many thorns were broken.

The lion seized| seized this brief opportunity, swooped up, and bit off the elephant's trunk.The trunk fell to the ground and shattered into stone powder.

The stone elephant hissed in pain, and the huge tusk shoveled forward fiercely, hurting the lion's forelimb.But it was already a powerful bow, the red gemstones in its eyes dimmed instantly, and the ten dots on the magic circle began to burn. Its bulky and huge body gradually became illusory, and finally turned into a shining tarot card floating in the sky. air.

AceofWands (the first card of the scepter) [Note 1].

The injured lion could only crawl on the ground. Seeing this, the black wolf gave up continuing to entangle with the dragon, but turned around and ran towards him.The black thorn once again hindered its footsteps, but he already felt a little tired.Hei Lang didn't care about the wound on his leg, and rushed forward without hesitation, breaking the thorns.

When the bloody mouth opened, he subconsciously pointed the scepter forward, and the top of the scepter stuck in the black wolf's throat.The roar of the giant dragon sounded from behind. It seemed that it had reached some kind of treaty with the black wolf, and it voluntarily gave up its previous suspicions and joined forces with the other party.

There was a trace of despair in his heart, and restlessness spread.However, at this moment, he instinctively felt that something branded on his back was starting to heat up, he couldn't help but pause, and took a dragon tail whip.The black wolf took a few steps back, free from the restraint of the scepter.He was a little dizzy from the branding, but he couldn't react.

The burning pain became more and more intense, and at the same time filled with energy, they were eager to find an outlet.In just a few seconds, they broke through the brand marks, forming a virtual image that condensed on his back.The pain disappeared, and the branded place seemed to have been gently soothed by a hand. A pair of illusory, somewhat transparent wings spread out on his back. He was very surprised, but it was these wings that allowed him to avoid the blackness at the nick of time. Attack of wolves.

The wings are completely totem like, it looks so unreal.

The giant dragon also spread out its bone wings, but compared to this space, it was too large, making its body a little clumsy.The black wolf had no way to intervene in this battle, and could only stare at the ground, but it seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around and walked towards the lion.

Compared with the giant dragon, his flying is much more sensitive. After easily avoiding the magic from the dragon's mouth, he grabbed the rein of the black wolf from the air and lifted it up, but he didn't expect the black wolf to do so Not only did he not pull it up, but he staggered a bit.

The black wolf finally started to panic, it kept throwing its body, trying to drag him off, but the distance between them was not small by the reins, and the other party used magic, its struggle was of no avail.He clenched the rope tightly, his palm covered with a gray rune, and before the dragon's next attack came, he threw it forcefully towards the dragon's mouth.

The giant dragon hastened to avoid the fallen black wolf, its attack was already chaotic.He seized the opportunity to lift Hei Lang up again, and threw it down again.Hei Lang's body hit the ground heavily, and fine stone powder fell from his body, falling more and more, and finally its entire body was turned into powder, leaving behind a tarot card.

Knight of Wands (Knight of Wands) [Note 2].

While he was dealing with the black wolf, the dragon's long neck was already close to the corner of his robe, and just as it was about to spit out magic, it suddenly neighed in pain.The wounded lion crawled to the base of its neck at some point and bit it down.

He turned quickly, and a gray beam of light shot from the top of the scepter, severing the dragon's neck.It shattered into a pile of stone dust, leaving behind a tarot card as well.

Seven of Wands (Seven of Wands) [Note 3].

The three tarot cards seemed to be guided and flew into his hand automatically.He didn't know why, but he put them away anyway.

After the three behemoths were destroyed, the stone walls of the stone room spread out to both sides, and a stone path was opened, leading to another tent.But on this road, dense iron rings lined up evenly, and the flames licked the metal, making them look red and shiny.

He remembered that it was a circus tent and suddenly understood.

He looked at the prostrate lion, its laurels crooked and the corners of its eyes scarred.Especially the wound on the forelimb, where it was so severe that he could even walk with a limp.The lion glanced at him with infinite obedience.With a low growl, it crawled into the circle of fire.

Its mane was seared by flames, red eating its scarred body.The victor did not escape the fate of death, it was reduced to stone dust in the blazing fire.

The fire died out, and a path led deeper into the tent.Just one tarot card briefly stayed in the air, and then flew to him, King of Wangs (King of Wands).

He rested between his fingers on the lion pattern on the card, which knelt down beside the red-haired king with a fierce face.The king holds a scepter in his hand and stands in front of the throne, while behind them is a flying red flame.

There was no expression on his face, still indifferent.The pain was just a snap of his fingers. He put away the cards and walked into the depths of the tent.

This is a more open place, he can't even see the walls, only piles of clown dolls are piled up here, as if they were randomly discarded, and their faces are all covered with the same mask - smiling face.

It's just that the smile is sewn with a needle and thread.

To his surprise, there was a blond man in the room with shoulder-length hair, a smile like a mask on a doll's face, and a black dress that made him look like he was attending an ordinary dinner party.

"Hello, TheHierophant." He smiled and stretched out his hand to him, because of etiquette, he held it backhanded, but the white gloves the other party was wearing made him feel a little uncomfortable, "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you don't like me wear gloves."

The man took off the gloves, folded them, and put them in his breast pocket, with an elegant and swift movement.He held his hand again, and said word for word: "I'm Liar."

----Chapter38. Behemoth & End----

The author has something to say:

[Note 1] There are ten burning dots on the pattern of the first card of the scepter (Ace of Wands), which is exactly located at the position of the ten original elements of the tree of life, and a red gemstone is located at the position of Da'ath.

[Note 2] Knight of Wands (KnightofWangs) The knight's mount is a black wolf tied by a rein.

【Note 3】Seven of Wands (Seven of Wands) pattern is to be hurt, persecuted and put to death.

Mu Fujie is actually a very poor child, the first time traveler in the history of time travel without a foreign language translator...