You call this the mastermind?

Mellen's dream continues.

And he discovered to his horror that as the snake in the dream tightened, the life force in his body began to drain faster and faster!

At the same time, his already slow thinking became blurred and his body became weaker and weaker.

As if he accidentally slipped into a terrifying abyss, the violent feeling of suspension became stronger with the sense of crisis.

But because the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, he had no idea when he would fall to the ground with a scream, and then fall apart!

This may be just an illusion, just like a person who dreams of ghosts or being chased can clearly feel that his personal safety is threatened, but in fact there is no such thing at all.

But even if it is an illusion, it is a lifelike illusion.

Mellen's hair stood on end and he was frightened. He desperately wanted to escape from all this, but he couldn't do it at all.

Then inexplicable grief and anger emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him feel annoyed and humiliated, making him try his best to resist, but he couldn't resist because he had nowhere to use his strength.

Emotions continue to accumulate, and depression becomes more and more serious.

In a daze, it seemed as if someone was saying something to him, but the voice seemed extremely weak.

It seems that he is asking what he wants to say?

say what?

say what……

explain--

"I've decided that it won't work!!"

…

The black-haired boy suddenly sat up from the bed, with a frightened expression on his face and his heart beating rapidly.

However, when he saw the brightly lit bedroom room around him, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be just a dream..."

While muttering like this, he suddenly saw at the end of the bed, a viper with beautiful black scales lazily coiled around his feet, with an elegant posture and closed eyes.

It seems that after eating a full meal, it is using its deep sleep to digest nutrients.

Mellen himself, however, could vaguely feel a sense of exhaustion, which was being rapidly compensated by the influx of mysterious substances from the outside world...

He froze up.

…

At the same moment, the interior of the white church transformed from old and dilapidated to elegant and majestic.

Under the nervous gaze of a large number of people in black, a "metal" typewriter made of woven wooden stakes and buds was completely born, and began to type slowly and firmly automatically.

Unfortunately, due to the distance, they couldn't see clearly what the word was, and could only vaguely hear a typing sound.

The only one who could see clearly was the old man in gray robe who was leading the group.

Sitting on his knees in front of this mysterious typewriter, he stared at the typewriter and slowly spit out a note, his whole body even trembling with excitement.

However, when he saw this line of words clearly, the expression on his face froze.

Because he couldn't understand at all what this line of square-like lines of text was saying!

This is a very amazing thing.

He has lived for more than 180 years, and is proficient in at least thirty languages, and has seen even more languages ​​that he is not familiar with.

From some ancient writings in history that have been lost for a long time, to some hard-to-pronounce languages ​​that are not commonly used in some remote island kingdoms.

Even the rare symbols used by some intelligent magical animals to communicate...

It can be said that in terms of language, there is basically nothing in this world that he cannot recognize!

But right now...

After the typewriter finished running, the old man in gray robe gently pulled out the note.

After memorizing the words above, he put it away carefully, then sat there on his knees, lost in thought.

Behind him were many men in black robes waiting patiently.

Because they were all wearing masks, their expressions couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from the excited and trembling figures, they obviously had great expectations for this. However, although time continued to pass, the old man in gray robe did not speak.

He just sat there on his knees, bowing his head and remaining silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Bishop Luca."

Finally, a man in black couldn't help but speak.

"What... exactly did Destiny's Child reveal?"

"A big secret."

The thin old man replied in a low voice.

"Where is it pointing?" Another man in black asked excitedly.

"I'm still thinking."

The old man shook his head and said: "His words are recorded in an unknown language that I have never seen before. Although it is very brief, I am not sure that I can decipher it."

These words made the people in black in the cathedral look at each other, each of them seemed a little at a loss.

"Will we still have the opportunity to listen to His revelation?" A man in black asked nervously.

"certainly."

The old man answered without hesitation.

"Since He has responded to us, His coming is an indisputable fact. However, if we want to contact Him again, we need a higher-level sacrifice than this time."

"Do you have a goal?"

"The god of cold and death in the land of eternal night is on the verge of resurrection."

The old man said: "Find it, awaken it, imprison it, use it as a sacrifice, and dedicate it to the son of our destiny."

"But that's the territory of the church. We may not be able to penetrate it in a short period of time..."

"Granny Caesar, deputy commander of the Crusaders, Hand of God of the Church, has exhausted his life and is on the verge of death."

The old man responded: "He hopes for a miracle to come and save his life."

"Destiny's child is a miracle."

"So, contact him and spread the light of truth to him. If he doesn't want to die, he will become one of us."

"But whether he can win the favor of the Son of Destiny depends on his luck..."

As he said this, he found that the originally bright and magnificent white church around him had begun to fade and turned into an old and rotten appearance.

This made the old man sigh, but he also knew that some gifts could not be forced.

After bowing respectfully to the typewriter that was also "degenerating" into a wooden stake, he stood up and walked out of the church.

The black-clad people gathered here followed one by one, looking excited, and they were not annoyed at all because they could not understand the announcement of the Son of Destiny.

Because what was preached was not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that through this ceremony, they had thoroughly confirmed the existence of the Son of Destiny.

He has come to this world!

Now that this is known, then are other questions still important?

Not important at all!

"Those vulgar people who say we are crazy and stupid should now know who is the real fool."

Some men in black were talking excitedly about this, and seemed to be eager to see the expressions of outsiders at this time.

However, when they walked out of the church, this excitement was instantly suppressed, and their eyes became alert and sharp.

Because at this moment, there are a large number of wizards surrounding the church square and even in the air.

The number of people is dense, like a group of sharks that smell blood and rush over greedily!

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be another chapter in the evening~