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Mr. Men said calmly, "Do you think it makes any difference to me if I have one more or one less Beyonder characteristic of the Star Key?"

Edward narrowed his eyes, not caring whether Mr. Men could see it or not, and stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, then give it to me?"

"My conditions remain unchanged, let me go back. Fantasy Ji, first release￠"

"You know this is impossible, and even if I wanted to, the Seven Gods would never allow it!"

Mr. Men said, "The reason why the Seven Gods don't want me to go back is because I will be promoted to Sequence 0 as soon as I go back. But if I hand over a copy of the Beyonder properties of the Star Key in advance, what they are worried about will not happen. No, they will be very happy to see this result."

"I can sign a contract with you. I will first give you a copy of the Beyonder property of the Star Key, and then you will release me. You can even ask the Seven Gods for their opinions first, and then decide whether to agree to my deal."

Mr. Men's words made Edward's thoughts wander for a long time, and in the end, he inexplicably felt that there seemed to be some truth in them - damn, did I get some kind of IQ-reducing halo?

But the problem is, He also specifically reminded himself that he could ask the Seven Gods for their opinions first.

Edward was frowning in thought when he suddenly felt a cold breath coming towards him. He was startled to find that the crimson moonlight scattered around him had turned blood red at some point.

Looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, it has already turned red as blood!

"Fuck, there really is a problem!"

He immediately ended the summoning and wanted to forcibly return to Sefirah Castle.

Three seconds later, Edward was still standing there, the bloody moonlight falling, as if it had become a living thing, desperately drilling into his skin -

The forced return that had always worked before failed the first time. He felt as if he had lost contact with Sefirah Castle, just like when he was in the black town in Klein's original novel.

Sure enough, what the goddess can do, the Fallen Mother Goddess can certainly do as well.

He decisively used [Destination] again, but still nothing happened.

[Destination]is also invalid?

impossible!

This was his first reaction. Shouldn't this ability belong to the "rule system" and be effective in any situation?

But...it doesn't seem to be the case.

The failure of [Delusion] during this promotion, and the slight reaction of the body when facing the pollution of the Chaos Sea in the Honesty Hall last time, all indicate that these abilities may have limits.

Even if [Destination] is a rule-based ability, the Fallen Mother Goddess, as one of the three pillars, controls all kinds of authority that are also "rules". It doesn't make sense that the rules controlled by a "pillar" would be weaker than those of a Sequence 3 like me.

As for the conventional ability [Roaming], it was unexpectedly effective, but just before he used it, a terrible sense of crisis came over him - once he used Roaming, he would be forced to go directly to the moon!

Grass,

The Fallen Mother Goddess came for my wandering from the very beginning!

"Deconstruction!"

He stared at the bloody moonlight and directly used [Deconstruction]. His eyes penetrated the moonlight and saw its essence: As expected, this bloody moonlight was indeed mixed with the power of authority.

The moon is a power held by the Fallen Mother Goddess, and it seems to be related to space (the vampires can gain the ability to teleport within a certain range of the moonlight)

However, compared with the barriers of the Goddess of Night or the mirror world, they are much weaker. They should have been greatly weakened when passing through the barrier outside the earth and entering the earth.

"Yes!"

Edward's heart moved, and he quickly accelerated the injection of spirituality.

But suddenly, his whole body began to tremble, and a few seconds later, a crack suddenly appeared in the air not far away, and then a long leg stepped out, accompanied by a helpless sigh: "Hey, it's been so long, why haven't you escaped yet?"

Chapter 612: Good Days Are Yet to Come

"…"

Edward looked up, his pupils shrinking: How is it possible? How could this person... Christine appear here?

Isn't she over a hundred years old?

Why did it appear in the past?

Could it be that she traveled back through time with me?

Christine was slightly surprised: "Huh? Why are you looking at me so strangely? It feels like... you know me?"

She doesn't know me?

Edward was stunned, and quickly guessed in his mind: Either the woman in front of him just looked like Christine in the future, or... Christine existed in the past originally!

"Is there a possibility...that she was me from the beginning?"

He suddenly remembered what Christine had said in the future. It turned out that the "beginning" she mentioned actually started more than a hundred years ago?!

Da, da, da. *墈? Fengyu Literature `Xiao¨Shuo¨徃, !First￠Published'

Christine walked closer with a smile, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, I don't want to take your life, I just want you to... give me a child."

OK,

This woman is the future Christine!

The next second, Christine disappeared out of thin air.

Edward only felt that the blood-red moonlight falling on him suddenly turned into a solid liquid and enveloped him.

Almost instantly,

Edward felt as if every cell in his body had its own life. They were rapidly expanding and growing - giving birth to life!

This is not pollution, but the power of "fertility" held by the Fallen Mother Goddess.

He immediately stepped back and tried to hide behind the illusory door.

At the same time, thunder flashed between his palms, and he slammed it on his chest, using the power of thunder to suppress the changes in his body. Then, with each flash, it turned into a series of illusory doors, which continuously expelled star-shaped insects with bellies as big as round balls.

But the blood-red moonlight that Christine transformed into was like a maggot attached to his bones. No matter how he fled or moved, he could not get rid of it. "There is only one last point left. The last point will complete the deconstruction."

The continuous discharge of a large number of star worms in a short period of time placed a huge burden on Edward. It not only accelerated the consumption of his spiritual energy, but also made his body weak. He felt waves of stabbing pain in his brain that were almost enough to make him faint.

No,

I can't hold on any longer.

Edward gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky: "Leo..."

Yes, he's going to zoom in again!

But at this moment, the blood-red moonlight that was entangled with him suddenly withdrew, and doubt appeared in his eyes. He swallowed back the word "Leodedo" that he blurted out, and then paused:

"[Home]."

Edward disappeared from the deserted island.

After a few seconds, the blood-red moonlight that had turned into liquid quickly gathered and transformed into the appearance of Christine. There was a hint of surprise on her face: "It's amazing. She was able to escape even through the spatial seal that could block Sefirah Castle."

She looked up at the blood moon in the sky and spread her hands. "You saw it, it's not my fault. It was you who failed to isolate this space properly and let him escape."

"I used the power of authority you gave me right away. After all, the body I'm inhabiting is only a Sequence 9. You can't expect me to exert the strength of my original body, right?"

"What? Fine then, just descend directly into consciousness."

Christine suddenly raised her eyebrows, sat down, closed her eyes, and looked like she had given up resisting.

But after a while, nothing happened.

She stood up slowly and brushed off the dust on her body: "If you are sure that it will not come, I will go back."

She took a step forward, tearing through the air and stepped in. But before she entered the spirit world, she suddenly looked back at the place where Edward disappeared and smiled: "Don't die, whether you can really get rid of His control depends on you."

...

In the city of Calderon.

A large group of wriggling insects formed by countless starlight, with their heads and tails merged into the void, appeared out of thin air in the ruins. Each insect had a belly as big as a ball, and it was desperately trying to drill around.

However, the gray-black mist lingering around the insects prevented them from escaping and forced them to return the way they came and gather together again.

Then the insects quickly vaporized and gathered into an invisible black "smoke" with starlight flashing inside - this was obviously an Obscurus.

It dragged a long line of black smoke and ran madly through this city that had been abandoned for thousands of years. All the buildings were destroyed wherever it passed, making this already dilapidated ancient city even more fragmented.

More than ten minutes later, the crazy Mo Ran gradually calmed down. He circled in the air and returned to his original position. Then he quickly condensed into a solid and turned back into Edward's original appearance (a child).

He sat down on the ground panting, and hurriedly looked down to check his body. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn it, this is not asking me to give birth to a child, it's asking every insect that makes up me to give birth to a child?"

"Luckily, the deconstruction was completed at the last minute, otherwise it would have been killed by Leodero's thunderbolt and entered the resurrection state by now."

but,

Why did Christine, or the Fallen Mother Goddess, "show mercy" at the last moment?

If she hadn't stopped suddenly, I would not have been able to concentrate all my energy to complete the final deconstruction. Moreover, from beginning to end, she had used no other means except the power of "reproduction".

Is she worried that I might accidentally kill me and I wouldn't be able to give her a child, or is there some other reason?

The Fallen Mother Goddess used Mr. Men to trap me with such great effort, she must be determined to get me, there is no reason for her to hold back on me at the critical moment.

Combined with the "Mother Goddess Save Me Game" that Christine played with me in the future...

Edward's mind moved: Is there a possibility that although Christine is the Fallen Mother Goddess, she is not completely the Fallen Mother Goddess?

It's like all Amons are Amon, but each of Amon's clones is relatively independent, with his own ideas and considerations - some of Amon's clones even wish the original to die, so that they have the opportunity to become the new original.

"If that's true, it makes sense."

No matter how trashy or careless the Seven Gods and the Russian priest are, they can't possibly allow Christine, the "Fallen Mother Goddess", to roam freely on Earth for more than one hundred and ninety years and do nothing, right?

Unless... they think Christine's existence is beneficial in fighting against the Fallen Mother Goddess?

This was the only explanation Edward could think of.

Huh?

This is very similar to my idea of ​​raising "Amon". Use yourself to deal with yourself. Even if it does not achieve the desired effect in the end, there will be no loss and it is not too dangerous.

It is basically a sure win.

But when did this "Christine" sneak into the earth?

The missing heart on the pristine island!

As this idea popped into his mind, the digestion progress of the Deconstruction Scholar's potion moved forward a little bit again and was completely digested!

"Tonight's adventure was indeed worth it. \b_a!i`m￠as/y+.+c·o`m￠"

At this moment, Edward showed a slight smile on his face.

Lilith,

Wait for me, I will come to you soon!

...

The Russell family's luxurious villa.

It had been several days since he got the Antigonus family's notes, but he had not passed the news to the secret society until today, and then waited for Zaratul's arrival.

The reason why I dragged it on for so long was to prevent the church from coming looking for me after discovering the notebook was missing. At that time, I would only need to give the reason I had prepared in advance and return the notebook - and I would still be the Son of Steam that the church trusted.

However, the Church did not seem to be aware of the loss of a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, or it is possible that they knew it was lost but did not link it to themselves.

Just like when he helped Klein borrow the seal from the church that was said to be able to answer any question, the archbishop told him calmly that the seal had disappeared not long ago.

By the way, are the people in this church too unreliable? The sealed objects keep getting lost one after another? Are the people in charge of the care all useless?

Oh, I took one of them?

That's okay.

Roselle picked up the wine glass and took a sip, muttering, "I don't know when Zaratul will come."

He was more worried about

Even I felt that it was a bit too easy to get the Antigonus family's notes this time. Given Zaratul's character, he must be even more suspicious, right?

Would He see that this was a trap?

He is the angel of fortune-telling. Whether it is a trap or not, and whether it is dangerous or not, can be known by flipping a coin. However, if the president is really a god of fortune-telling, there must be a way to destroy Zaratul's divination, right?

Oh, I just hope that if something goes wrong, I won't get blood all over my face.

Thinking of this, Roselle couldn't help but feel angry. In the past ten years, although he had encountered inhuman High-Sequence Warriors like Zaratul and the Archbishop, these did not affect his protagonist mentality.

To Roselle, these people were just stepping stones that the protagonist was destined to step on one by one on his way forward, and he would surpass them sooner or later. But since he made the silver medal and went above the gray fog, Roselle had been hit again and again, and felt more and more that he was weaker.

"Am I not the protagonist at all?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately killed it: "No! Maybe I'm just not the hero in the cool novel who cheats all the time, but the real hero who needs to go through trials and tribulations."

Um!

Good days are yet to come!

He clenched his fists and secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

At this time, a burst of brisk footsteps came, and Bernadette, wearing a pretty little skirt, ran to Roselle, then braked and stopped, posing a leisurely ladylike posture, looking at him with a pair of big blue eyes, and asked expectantly:

"Dad, do you know what day tomorrow is?"

Chapter 613 Amon, You Have No Mother

Tomorrow is May 19th, a day that should have been an ordinary one.

But seven years ago, his baby angel Bernadette was born, making this day very special for Roselle.

He looked at his daughter who was full of expectation. He naturally knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't help wanting to tease her, so he asked blankly, "What day is it?"

"…"

The expectation on Bernadette's face gradually disappeared. She bit her lip and looked away: "Oh, nothing, I just want to ask Dad."

Russell touched her head and said with a smile, "You scared me. I thought I missed your mother's birthday?"

It's my birthday!

Bernadette wanted to shout out loud, but suddenly she felt bored: What's the point if she has to be reminded of her own birthday?

Dad is a big idiot!

"Then I'm going back to sleep. Good night, Dad. \Zero^point/墈/book^ \Crown!Free!Reading\"

Bernadette turned around and left unhappily, but Roselle quickly grabbed her and asked, "Don't you want to give Dad a goodnight kiss?"

The little girl snorted and broke free: "You haven't even washed your face or brushed your teeth yet, I won't kiss you!"

You even forgot my birthday, yet you still say you love me every day!

They're all fake!

They are all kidding!

You still want me to kiss you even after this?

No! No!

Watching Bernadette sulking and kicking away, Russell scratched his head: If I pretend not to know her birthday, will it really make my baby sad? Otherwise...

No, you have to criticize first before you can praise!

Only in this way will there be bigger surprises tomorrow!

Thinking of this, Russell turned his attention to the pile of parts on the table. He was going to assemble the world's first camera tonight!

...

The night deepened.

Bernadette curled up in her bed, looking at the fairy-tale characters her father had carved for her at the head of the bed, her eyes wide open and her mouth pursed. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.

I've been missing my dad so much during this period. I've been pestering Mr. Sparrow every now and then to ask him to take me to see you secretly, and I've been looking forward to tomorrow.

The result is,

He didn't even remember my birthday!

Mom is right, all men are pigs!

"Will it be…"

Suddenly, she frowned and thought, "Is it because Dad has been so tired during the time he was out at sea that he doesn't have the energy or time to think about these things? He came back tanned this time, and there always seems to be anxiety in his eyes."

Bernadette was very sensitive to other people's emotional changes, so she trusted Mr. Sparrow very much not long after she met him - because she could feel his kindness towards her.

Therefore, she was very sure that her father was indeed a little more uneasy after he came back. Although he quickly covered it up every time, she still caught it.

But why did Dad become uneasy?

Is it because of something that happened during this trip to the sea?

Should I pay more attention to him? Should I not blame him just because of a birthday? Should I...

Ahhhh!

Bernadette, you fool!

My dad doesn't even remember my birthday, why should I be so considerate to him!

Even if, even if he really encountered some troubles, how would we know if he didn't tell us? Besides, it was he who insisted on going to the sea in the first place, and he didn't even want to take me with him!

So it's still Dad's fault!

Thinking of this, she pouted her lips again.

As she was mumbling, she suddenly saw an endless white mist in her sight, and then Sparrow appeared in the gray mist, smiling and saying, "Beibei, it's past midnight, happy birthday."

"Ah! Mr. Sparrow, how do you know that tomorrow... today is my birthday?"

Bernadette was very surprised.

"Oh, are you stupid? We just discussed whether Russell could come back to celebrate your birthday." Edward smiled and waved at her. "Okay, it's too late. Go to bed."

"Wait, Mr. Sparrow!"

She shouted loudly, then lowered her head and twisted her fingers, hesitating for a long time: "Can...can you take me to the Fairy Tale again? I want to celebrate my birthday with everyone."

Edward sat in Sephira Castle, looking at Bernadette, a little hesitant: it wouldn't be difficult to take her to the Fairytale to celebrate her birthday, but he really wasn't in the mood right now.

"I've always been curious."

Amon suddenly asked, "Why do ordinary people care so much about the time of their birth and even commemorate it as an important festival?"

Edward turned his head and glanced at him, saying calmly: "Of course, a guy like you who was born abnormally cannot understand this feeling."

"Oh? Why?"

Amon tilted his head and looked at him, "I don't think there is any difference between the two."

"…Is this what you wanted me to say?"

Edward sneered, "Because you don't have a mother!"

Amon: "…"

Yes, Amon was "born" by the ancient sun god through the excretion of extraordinary characteristics. He was born without a mother, and He never felt that He needed a mother, nor did He ever think that there was anything wrong with this.

But at this moment, facing Edward's words "You have no mother", I felt inexplicably: so angry!

"very good."

After a moment, Amon laughed, "It seems that you have really succeeded in injecting humanity into me. I am really looking forward to what I will become next."

bite.

Edward slowly threw the gold coin and used [Madman on the Right] again while catching it. "I am looking forward to your next performance, Amon."

After saying this, he disappeared into Sephira Castle.

"Oh my, this kid is getting more and more arrogant. Is he sure he can defeat me?"

Amon held his head and shook his head: "It's really difficult."

...

After asking Mr. Sparrow if he could take him to the Fairytale, he never responded again, and the gray mist in front of him quickly dissipated.

Bernadette was extremely disappointed.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes. "Maybe he didn't see my last sentence. That's right. It's so late. Mr. Sparrow must be in a hurry to go to bed."