Chapter 43 Crossing the Ocean

Morse sat on the tiles at the top of the bell tower, leaning against the gilded spire that stretched into the night sky, closing his eyes.

He could not get an answer when asked, and he was always opposed to the delay in taking action after all fallen things manifest themselves and do evil.

His morality always refuses him to rashly wipe out the objects that Chaos entrusts when he has the ability to peel off the evil things of Chaos; while his patience sternly refuses him to endure the anxiety one by one and carefully examine the hearts of mortals. Decide in turn which form of purification to use on mortals.

So he was self-reliant in advance.

Some black strips of cloth wrapped around the fingers quietly loosened, and the cold spiritual energy poured out in all directions. The sharp change in entropy caused the temperature to drop, and the cold air carved crystal frost flowers on the surface of the tiles.

However, thanks to the precise control of the psychic owner, the frost flower took the top of the tower as the center of the circle, spread out only thirteen inches, and then stopped accurately, surrounding an extremely standard circle.

If someone could magnify the tip of the frost flower infinitely at this time and peer down to the tiniest structure of frozen water vapor, then he would discover that every bend and outline is a component of countless ancient runes.

These countless runes fall like heavy objects, attracting each other with magnets, and automatically respond to the call of the psionic owner. He lifted it up to the sky above the vast ocean, and stared at each other across the bottom of the boat with a vaster and boundless nothingness.

Morse opened his eyes, his body did not move, but his spirit stepped on the surface of the colorful sea of ​​living beings.

He seemed to be rising extremely slowly, but the next moment he was already outside the entire planet of Olympia.

The planet, which was extremely large compared to an individual human, shrank into a round colored glass bead within the field of vision, and the surface of the planet that was originally covered with mountains and rubble turned into a vast ocean with surging undercurrents.

He saw lamps extinguishing in the shadow of the vast ocean, and lamps gradually lighting up in the darkest and brightest places, blocking the rising tide of darkness, and at the same time burying something in the wick. Burnt cotton silk.

Countless souls think of themselves as performers of activity, yet that activity is carried to completion only by the surge of nature.

The endless dark void and the light of reality erode each other to create a variety of colorful colors. Just like the countless other planets scattered randomly in the vast galaxy like beads and broken chains, the tide rolls, comes and goes, and is eternally balanced in competition.

Morse blinked, his perspective locked, and layers of redundant patterns peeled away from his observations.

Olympia re-magnified in his perception, becoming a spherical projection similar to a divination crystal sphere.

All his distracting thoughts were cleared before he started observing, because he would take the initiative to touch the edge of the fallen will, and the desireless person was the most unpalatable piercing blade for hungry things.

His thoughts became pure and sharp, and he cautiously plunged into the sea of ​​emotions, pursuing those particularly manic, changing, turbid, and extreme breaths.

Maybe it was the next second, maybe it was the last second, and an extreme sweetness suddenly surged out of his tongue, like the thickest honey and the strongest spice, rushing towards his will in an instant.

The tip of a sword with runes like gold cut off the invisible object. Morse immediately walked against the edge of this erotic fragrance. In one breath, he seemed to be in Kaldis thousands of miles away.

In the artificial crystal hall with six empty seats, the six chief priests are in the east and west. The goddess of life and blessings looks down on the earth with a golden face of mercy, eliminating people's trembling and anxiety, only harboring great compassion and great kindness, always accompanied by bliss.

Regardless of whether the previous divine religion was a simple native religion with good intentions, or whether it was really the tentacle of the Prince of Darkness, from this moment on, it was, is, and will always be.

This fishy fragrance is still being nurtured and has not yet been born into the real universe. It spreads from the sacred mountain of Kaldis, the origin of the divine religion, through the fountain of the birth of the goddess.

This is the best time to eradicate contamination.

Morse's black robe billows in the nonexistent wind. The cold golden sigil emerged from his robes. Without wasting a moment, his thoughts followed the six empty seats, tracing the whereabouts of the six chief priests of the divine sect.

He heard laughter whispering in his ears, male and female voices, old and young children, their joy was real, its joy was like a shadow.

But this trick had never had any appeal to him. It didn't take long before the curtain began to sway in the blazing wind before he got used to lying on the wicker chair and drying himself.

"The usurper's accomplice..." the young voice sang to him in a low voice, and then suddenly turned into a sweet and bitter chant, "Why should we take him away too! We can no longer see him clearly, that steel The echo of soul and iron..."

"We remember you, nothingness..." She sobbed softly, "What can you pay for this heir to repay the debt of his birth..."

Morse ignored the thing.

His only concern is to control his power, lest he tear a hole in the curtain of this place before the great pain annihilates the world.

The first priest of the cult was in Kaldis. He was having a lively conversation with the tyrant.

There was a text message lying flat on the sand table beside them. The paper was as soft as gauze and as pale as snow. It was definitely beyond the reach of Kaldis' current technology; in fact, there was only one country in Olympia that had such a technical level.

Morse immediately crushed his soul and sealed the remaining contaminated units that were temporarily inconvenient to decompose in the invisible ice. He ignored the horrified call of the Tyrant of Kaldis and the looks of everyone around him and left.

In the real universe, a crystal gem that transformed into a thousand kinds of brilliance appeared in the center of the palm wrapped in black cloth, but for no reason it made people feel filthy and panic.

The second priest was in Ax, giving a passionate speech in the military camp. Morse noticed that at least half of the Ax military camp was empty. He killed this man as well.

He knew the dilemma that Perturabo would face, but he would be surprised if the child could not solve it.

The third priest was wandering in the wilderness of the mountains. Morse confirmed that he was still on the road to an unknown destination, so he killed him.

The fourth priest fell into the boundless joy of the night, and Morse killed him.

The location of the fifth priest made Morse almost laugh. Of course, a religion that always talks about the awe of the end of the world and judgment is undoubtedly strongly related to this black doomsday itself.

He killed the fool who was sending a message to the Olympia satellite through the few remaining communication pagers.

As for the satellite itself, the stark contrast between the stability of reality and the lack of bottom line of behavior there is laughable.

He did not intend to force a conflict with their anti-psychic heritage from dark technology before making adequate preparations - especially since he had other important things to do at the moment.

The remaining breath of the sixth high priest was particularly fragrant, like a dream, like dew, pure and beautiful. Morse's calm pursuit continued until he located the specific location of this person.

He opened his eyes, took a quick breath, put the five gems in his hand into a black cloth bag that appeared out of thin air, and jumped down from the top of the bell tower.

Thanks to the big boss of Ku Deng Ye Hua orz