Chapter 124 Conversation with a God from the Past (1)

I'm so careless... I just thought that I could travel through the spirit world and leave at any time, but I didn't expect that there would be such a trap. Well, it's also my fault that my own extraordinary experience is relatively shallow, I'm not cautious enough, and I lack awe for those in high positions... This

He just rushed in.

After reviewing it secretly for a second, Gray Lint stared at Rodney and asked in a deep voice:

"Then how can I get 'His' permission?"

The situation has not reached the worst yet!

Since this so-called "Holy Bell" was called "He" by Rodney, it means that the other party is not only a "living" sealed object, but also a reasonably rational being who can communicate.

"As long as we can talk..."

If it really doesn't work, the worst case scenario is to give up this "Servant of Madness" and the extraordinary characteristics of the "Duke of Entropy"... If it still doesn't work, it's not impossible to seek refuge with the other party and become a follower of the gods... Gray Linte has never

They are not people who claim to be noble and sacrifice themselves for righteousness. Between life and freedom, the former is definitely more important!

"As long as the other party doesn't intend to kill me...then we can talk about it."

"Besides, the situation may not really be that bad."

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Rodney did not answer his question directly, but said:

"This is not something I can decide...According to the information I inherited from the previous generation of priests, no outsider has ever come here in the past two thousand years."

It's normal, as long as "He" doesn't want to be disturbed.

After listening to Rodney's words, Gray Lint pondered for a moment and asked tentatively:

"So I need to communicate with Him directly?"

Rodney nodded and corrected:

"To be more precise, you listen directly to His will."

That's right... you call this "formalism". We are also angels in terms of personal status, and we are fully qualified to communicate with Him on an equal footing!

Gray Linte joked to himself in his heart, nodded calmly and said:

"Okay, please take me to listen to His will."

"Okay, come with me."

Rodney's attitude has always been quite friendly. I don't know if it's because of his inherent character or because he was affected by Gray Linte's "bribery". Or maybe it's both?

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At a glance, the valley was only a few miles deep. In a little more than ten minutes, Gray Linte and his party reached the innermost part.

Along the way, Grayling made a rough count and found that there were only a few dozen households here. The style of their houses and the styles of their clothes all made Grayling particularly weird. Although they were the people of the Night Emperor, Night

They are followers of the emperor, but they inherit the asymmetrical style of the Solomon Empire - not to mention them, even Trunsoest himself jumped from "Prince Slayer" to "Judge".

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A sacrificial hall was built at the junction of the two peaks.

This hall is not too big, only seven or eight meters long and wide. It is far inferior to other churches that Gray Lint has seen. But its unique solemn, solemn, majestic and majestic momentum has always been something he has always admired.

I have never experienced this in other churches.

After arriving here, Rodney stopped and said:

"Okay, I can only take you here."

"Except for offering sacrifices and praying, we are not allowed to enter at will."

Who is ringing the bell?

Gray Linte wanted to question him, but suddenly he thought that this "Holy Bell" was "He", maybe he could ring it himself?

So he gave up asking and quietly heard Rodney warn:

"There are two floors here: inner and outer."

"You can only pray outside without His permission, do you understand?"

Nodding silently, Glerint took a deep breath and strode in.

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The so-called outer layer is actually a clean open space with enough space for about a hundred people to sit on the floor.

What separates the inner and outer layers is a thick mud wall. Perhaps because patterns and words containing information are not allowed to appear here, there are only a series of complicated but meaningless stripes on the mud wall, and no patterns or words are carved on it.

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After glancing around with some awe, Gray Lint immediately prepared to kneel down and pray devoutly.

"Dang~"

A gentle bell sounded.

This single-syllable bell had an extremely strange rhythm, and Gray Linte immediately understood what it meant:

"No need to pray, just come in."

What an angel with enough wisdom... Gray Lint muttered in his heart and walked around the mud wall.

What catches the eye is a large trumpet-shaped bell the size of a three-person hug. Judging from the color, it should be made of copper. It has not rusted over thousands of years, but the color has inevitably faded a bit and is not as shiny as new copper. The copper bell

There are many patterns and patterns on the surface, and the one that appears most often is a young man in his twenties with a handsome face. It seems to be telling the hardships of the establishment of the Trunsoest Empire.

This is also the only object engraved with patterns in this area. The words and patterns on other objects will be erased by mysterious and unknown forces, but this one is not.

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After staring at these patterns for a few seconds, Gray Linte felt his eyes blurred, and suddenly he was in a mud-yellow city... There were no living things here, and the buildings were all extremely chaotic... There were hotels hanging upside down, rooms

The roof became the foundation; there was an auditorium that penetrated the city wall horizontally; there was a vertical road to the sky... there was a castle-like bathroom; there was a cathedral like a newsstand... there were restaurants and tailor shops stacked on top of each other.

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Concepts such as upper and lower, traditional and simplified, big or small... are all confused here.

But the strange thing is that in the mess, you can appreciate a unique sense of beauty, which is completely different from the asymmetrical style in the outside world, which can give people a strong sense of awkwardness.

In such an environment, Gray Lint only felt that his spirituality was a little more alive.

"This scene is... the divine kingdom of the 'Black Emperor'?"

While secretly speculating, Gray Lint saw an illusory figure. He looked to be in his early twenties. He had brass-colored hair and golden eyes. He looked very handsome, but also had a nerdy temperament...

He held an open brass code in his left hand, and a slender sword slung across his waist, which he pressed on with his right hand.

The Night King...Trunsoest!

No introduction is needed. The moment Gray Lint saw this person, his identity naturally emerged in his mind.

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"Good morning, travelers from afar from home!"

"I am Trunsoest."

"I haven't asked for your name yet?"

He spoke to Gray Lint very politely and elegantly.

Gulu...

Gray Linte felt that his throat was inexplicably dry, and he swallowed unconsciously. When this kind of historical figure from two thousand years ago, a high-ranking god, really appeared next to him, he

No matter how much you think you are above this world, you can't help but feel a sense of awe from the bottom of your heart.

"Uh, good morning, Your Majesty."

"My name is Grainte Mariano."

Yehuang smiled slightly and wrote down his name carefully.

Then, he politely said:

"Okay, I know."

"I generally understand your purpose of coming...but before you leave, please allow me to tell you some past events..."

"Uh...Okay, please tell me."

His magnanimity completely impressed Gray Linte.
Chapter completed!