franphil Chapter 380 Poor Zaratu
Chapter 380 Poor Zaratu
Chapter 380 Poor Zaratu
College graduates these days are so easily fooled.
Chaer opened her eyes from the recliner, a faint smile on her lips.
Admittedly, as long as one uses an unfamiliar but empathetic identity to expose certain things, then dear Mr. Fool will not suffer from mental illness due to the real-world consequences.
When faced with real-life hardships and encountering others who may have experienced even greater suffering, men are often too embarrassed to shed tears.
How much Klein imagines is none of Xia'er's business.
Klein is not yet a demigod; his rank is too low to understand the mystical knowledge above the order of things. But physics is much safer. The knowledge on the real side—the truly valuable, high-level knowledge that can be called treasures—is incomprehensible to him and is not as corrupting as mystical knowledge.
"The ability of the 'demon of knowledge' to connect reality, mystery, matter, and energy through information is itself quite abstract."
Shael extended his left hand, and two flames ignited at his fingertips. The two flames were indistinguishable, but one was at least a product of hydrogen and oxygen, while the other was a flame that defied all reason. When the two flames overlapped, a slight disharmony appeared.
"A world where physical laws and mystical laws coexist, whichever level is higher will be distorted, which is why it is unstable. It is like a product pieced together from various sources, full of contradictions. Contradictions will lead to chaos, and the ultimate chaos and disorder is the return to order."
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Xia Er extinguished the two flames dancing at her fingertips, rolled over, and lay back down. Today was another day of slacking off.
Monday, October 5.
Xia Er treated Klein to a meal.
He celebrated his return to Bayam alive and took the opportunity to see the extraordinary weapon, the "Death Knell," worth 9000 pounds.
It was clear that Klein's mind was still a bit muddled, but even when people are confused, they don't lack fighting spirit. In order to shift his attention, Klein focused on advancing to demigod status. After all, Xia'er's ambiguous answer earlier had given Klein a great sense of crisis.
After sending Xiaer away, Klein summoned Arodes to inquire about the whereabouts of the sorcerer's potion recipe.
"My esteemed master, your loyal servant Arodes has finally caught up with you once again."
It's clear that this mirror's emotions are still active. Not only that, it even used a wireless telegraph to send a smug emoji: "Great Master, Ruler of the Spirit Realm, I can sense that you are one step closer to returning to the Holy Throne. Has something good happened?"
"You have a lot of questions..." Klein nodded in response, then asked Arodes about the whereabouts of the Trickster's potion recipe.
The power of the "Magic Mirror" Arodes distorted the paper, revealing a somewhat blurry image: a dimly lit hall containing a huge, writhing creature, but the depiction or the image quality was extremely blurry.
"Master, this is Zarathustra. He lost control while advancing to Sequence 1, Mystic Servant. However, this might be a trap; this guy is very cunning."
Arodes gave a scathing critique, then explained that Zarathustra gave the Secret Order ready-made potions, so they were a no-go. As for why the image quality was blurry, the reason was that looking directly at such a monster would cause harm.
The second and third pictures are much simpler.
The Antigonus Family Notebook in the Church of St. Samuel, in the Hornach Mountains.
As for other possibilities, Arrodes did not mention them; it was merely a mirror that issued missions.
"Very good, it's your turn to ask a question."
Klein thought for a moment and said.
"Master, I must extend my belated greetings. March 4th, 1327, was the birthday of this body of yours. Please forgive me for not being able to keep up with you then. Can you forgive my incompetence?"
Arodes's message was extremely humble.
what?
Klein was taken aback; it was the original owner's birthday.
He thought of Benson and Melissa, feeling a pang of sadness and guilt, but his gaze softened as he looked at Arrodes. "I forgive you."
"Thank you for your kindness and understanding."
Arodes sent a bowing emoji and was about to leave.
"Your origins."
However, after seeing Shael frequently end conversations according to her own whims, Klein had already mastered it.
He does now somewhat acknowledge Arodes, but there's a prerequisite for accepting it: figuring out its origins.
He believed that one must be wary of anything whose depths are unknown, and he held the same view on the "first generation of time travelers."
The other party intentionally withheld a lot of information, but clearly had their own plans. Although it might not be detrimental to them, this ancient god was different from Roselle.
"Arods" paused for two seconds, then sent a new picture.
Slime gushed from the holes in the ground, turning into viscous monsters. A point of light was ejected and combined with the stone, transforming into an intricately patterned silver mirror.
the other side.
Chael was also looking at a silver mirror, in which he could see a dark palace and wriggling cocoons.
The so-called vulnerability of observation to reverse attacks did not materialize.
Am I that...bad?
Xia Er asked, seeing the translucent, twelve-ringed worm wriggling on the silkworm cocoon.
"No, Chael, I saw it. You just did it on a whim."
Arodes certainly knew how to say it, and that's what it thought too.
"How convenient is it?"
Xia Erduo asked a question.
"I just... saw him on the edge of the cliff and gave him a push."
Arodes's answer was not very tactful either.
Why did it have to come to this?
Xia'er didn't know what to say. His historical projection was cut off by the Goddess of Night and imprisoned in a hidden town. His real body was also parasitized by the Time Worm. Why did he suffer like this when he was perfectly fine as Sequence 2? The leader of the new generation of angels almost disguised himself as a villainous supporting character.
So theoretically, Shael controlled a runaway Zarathustra during the Fifth Age.
This laid the groundwork for all communication with the source fortress.
None of the members of the Gui San family who surpassed Sequence 2 had a good ending, except for the dear Mr. Fool.
"Is the Lord of Mysteries important?"
After experiencing many things, Xia Er felt more and more that, over a longer period of time, fear was never the direct danger from outside Earth.
"Do you want to become the ruler of the spirit world?"
Arrodes countered with a question.
"I don't really want to, but it's okay."
"The absence of a ruler of the spirit world does not prevent me from being the master of the spirit world."
Xia'er quite liked the Source Castle, but she disliked the Lord of Mysteries. She felt that becoming the Lord of Mysteries meant wriggling around in all sorts of things like a worm, and she didn't really want to face the Celestial Venerable who might have only lived for less than 500 years.
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