After the mad night of ghouls.

Ackerman had initially awakened his power, and the feeling of power gave people an indescribable experience.

It's as if a third eye has grown, viewing the world from a different perspective.

Even if there is just a little extra mental perception ability now, it already makes people feel that they are detached from the mundane world and are no longer an ordinary person.

Ackerman feels.

His heart that was imprisoned in the cage was torn and released, just like a beast that broke free from the cage and ran towards the endless wilderness.

When you have power, you feel bolder.

I didn't dare to think before, I used to wince, I used to be confused.

have become before.

He walked at the front of the crowd with a mask and the chief of the secret sect of the ghouls. He didn't have to hold his head up, and he felt a sense of confidence in his heart.

Not because of strength, but the confidence when a person can completely control his body and his will.

"From now on, you will be different."

"Ackermanmon!"

Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked behind him faintly.

Although the people behind him are also wearing masks, he can probably recognize a few.

Many of these people have come to see him before, and they are all nobles of the royal court.

And after this crazy night banquet, they all obviously became part of the darkness. Ackermanmon, who had no strength and foundation, has changed the ladder from now on.

"The chief of the ghoul cult is using me."

"And I can also use him and them."

It's like if a person holds a sharp weapon in his hand, he will be vicious.

After mastering the power, it doesn't matter whether the power is one's own or external; whether it is real or nothingness.

It will invisibly push people forward.

It's as if calling and growling to tell you.

"Use me now."

"Use me to achieve your unspeakable desires and evil thoughts."

Some can suppress it, some are driven by it.

Ackermanmon followed the chief of the ghoul esoteric sect through the passage and came to an intricate fork in the road, where all the people in cloaks and masks nodded and said goodbye.

And Ackermann did not leave, but walked up with the chief of the ghoul secret sect.

On the way, I saw many members of the ghoul esoteric sect transporting things out through the channel to the boats on the other side of the river.

Even with magic and dirt, the crazy night banquet hall just below was filled up.

Get out of the ground.

Go up the dusty stairs of the house to the roof.

Ackerman asked the other party, "Why did you give up here?"

Secret Sect Chief: "For everyone's safety."

Ackermanmon: "You look careful."

The esoteric chief did not say what happened before: "Only those who are careful can live long."

Ackermanmon went on to ask another question: "What you said before, empowering people who don't have talent, you did."

"But what should I do next, or can I practice any magical inheritance after I have power?"

The chief of the secret religion: "Except for the inheritance of the temple, ordinary magic can be practiced."

"However, Your Majesty!"

"We still have our own path of cultivation, a path that can quickly become stronger, as long as you have enough resources."

Ackerman looked at the other party, but did not speak.

The chief of the secret sect wanted to sell out, but when he saw Ackermanmon's appearance, he directly took out "The Secret Ritual of the Corpse Eater".

"His Majesty!"

"It looks like you are different from the usual nobles."

"But I can see the majesty of the king's bloodline from you."

Ackermann stretched out his hand, but saw the chief of the secret sect withdraw his hand. Ackermann looked at the other party, thinking that the other party was up for sale.

However, the secret sect chief handed over a glove and told Ackerman.

"You can't just touch it like that."

"Wear leather gloves, with the poison of the abyss on them."

"This ritual is very important and must not fall into the hands of others."

Only then did Ackerman put on the gloves. Although he looked a little calm, he still revealed his inner excitement when he flipped through the content.

The words, pictures and strange symbols on the book each represent the key to the door to the supernatural world. Ackerman was not allowed to enter the door before, but now he has pushed the door in.

Ackerman took a cursory look at it, and then asked the chief of the ghoul secret sect.

"What does the curse of the purgatory king mean?"

The chief of the corpse-eating secret sect: "Your Majesty, do you think that there is no cost for mortals to break through the limitations of talent to gain power?"

Next, the chief of the secret sect told Ackerman about his origins.

"My name is Thurro, and my father is a well-known physician."

"I was born with the talent of power, but the talent is not strong. I can't enter the temple to become a **** attendant, and those famous power inheritors are not willing to accept me."

"I can only follow my father to become a physician, but I have always been looking for a way to become a powerful person."

"If others don't give it to me, then I will create a path myself."

"Isn't that the way those ancient powers walked out of their own way?"

"Aren't those powerful divine arts created by ancient powers?"

Ackermanmon looked at the chief esoteric cult.

Sure enough, everyone who can go from the bottom to the top.

Anyone who can break the rules.

Neither is easy.

No matter how evil or righteous they are, no matter what kind of will they hold, they must have talent and perseverance that ordinary people don't have.

Just like the dark moon once.

Ackermanmon thought of that man again, he hated him very much, but he had to say it.

He is yearning.

Yearning for that kind of willpower and strength, yearning for that kind of unfettered freedom.

"Some people's will can break through the bondage, can achieve true freedom."

"They can break everything."

"They can even change the world."

Ackermanmon, who has been imprisoned all the time, doesn't even have physical freedom, but he has already begun to yearn for that kind of strength and freedom of will.

The corpse eater secret sect chief Thuruo didn't know what Ackerman was thinking, and then he talked about what happened later.

"I have collected a lot of knowledge about magic, but no matter what, I can only hover on the edge of the most superficial power."

"So I, who am proficient in medicine, began to try to learn from the secrets of the human body. I think that the body of the Wisdom species contains the secrets left by the gods; that is the most powerful power, the power beyond everything."

"one day."

"I couldn't help eating people's corpses according to the rumors."

"I want to find that kind of power left by the gods, what mythology gives us."

Sero's face was full of madness.

His expression was gloomy, and there was no pity that a human should have in his inhuman eyes. In his eyes, the same kind seemed to be only experimental material.

But Ackermann just stood by his side calmly, and he didn't seem to be too afraid of such a person.

Maybe it's because they both fell into madness.

In the next words, Thoro finally talked about the curse.

"I seek the power I want from within the Wisdom Seed, again and again."

"Until one day I suddenly found out that I was cursed."

"It's an invisible force that wraps around my spirituality, like a dangling knife."

"In the beginning, I was terrified."

"But after the fear, I started thinking, why don't I study and use this power."

"Isn't this power that can be felt, this real power, more direct than my blind search for other powers?"

"It's just that I didn't expect that my original experiment had progressed beyond imagination after being cursed."

"Through what this curse refers to, I have discovered the true secret of the human body, I have discovered the blood vessels in my body."

Thuruo said this, and was very excited.

This discovery is Thoro's proudest achievement.

"Myths are true."

"When God created us, he hid his extraordinary blood in our bodies."

"This is the source of our wisdom, the source of our strength."

"It's hidden in the deepest part of our body, as long as we can extract it and integrate it into our body; we can keep getting stronger, we can break the boundaries."

It was the first time Ackermanmon had heard this theory, and he listened very carefully.

Thurlow: "In the beginning, I didn't understand where this curse came from."

"But it only took me a few years to use this discovery to become a second-order power user."

"However, I began to summon the monsters of the abyss through rituals, then killed them, and then devoured them with rituals."

"This step is also very smooth, I have become a third-order power."

"I stand on the top of the mortal."

Having said that, Thuruo's words began to become low.

"But at the same time."

"I saw."

There was fear in his low voice.

"The flaming star, the **** sitting on the throne, wields the whip of flames, tormenting fallen sinners."

"He's staring at me and telling me I'm running out of time."

"I eat people, and he eats me. This is a curse and a destiny."

After Thurro finished speaking, he didn't speak for a long time.

Ackermanmon suddenly spoke up, and he asked Thurro, "That's why you found us in a hurry. You want to do something big."

"You need manpower and huge resources to help you get rid of the curse?"

Thurro looked at Ackermanmon: "That's right."

"Accurately speaking, not to help me, but to help us."

"The curse of the Lord of Purgatory is not mine, but all ghouls."

"Trust me."

"If you could see that purgatory with your own eyes, you would know that death is also a gift."

Ackermanmon: "You tell me these things alone, and there must be something else I need to do."

Thurlow: "I need your full cooperation. I can teach you my knowledge without reservation, and I can tell you how to gain power."

"But I also need your unreserved support for me."

"It's a deal."

"His Majesty."

Ackermanmon is the king of snakes, even if it is a king without any rights, he is also a king.

As long as he stands up, the secret ritual of the corpse eaters will obtain unimaginable resources, and the forces under his banner will rapidly expand.

Ackermanmon asked Thurlow, "What do you want to do?"

The head of the corpse-eating secret sect, Thurro, looked at the "Ghost-eating Secret Ritual" in Ackermanmon's hand, and asked Ackermanmon a word in return.

"Don't you think that a curse is like another thing?"

Ackerman thought for a while, and suddenly replied: "A kind of invisible and intangible thing that only spreads among certain groups of people."

"This power is a bit like a plague."

Thuruo was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he did not expect Ackerman to think of this aspect so quickly. He had thought about it for a long time before linking the two together.

And it's a big deal because he used to be a doctor.

But now Ackerman has thought of it in the blink of an eye. Sometimes your infinite thinking is not as good as someone else's flash of inspiration at a certain moment.

"That's right."

"My next experiment is related to this."

"I don't know how the curse of the Lord of Purgatory came into being, but I learned something from this power."

"I can use these things to gain some more power and create some amazing things."

"I need more power."

"As long as the power becomes stronger, there will naturally be a way to solve the curse on us."

Serona looked at Ackermanmon with inhuman eyes, but Ackermanmon didn't see the ideal from it either.

The other party is like a mad beast, a desperate corpse eater.

Thurlow is a total lunatic.

After he was cursed, the first thing he thought of was to use the curse and create the corpse eater ritual.

And now, he still wants to use the power of the curse to escape the fate that the **** in his mouth has set for him.

Thurro held the scepter of bones and looked at Ackermanmon eagerly.

"I need your help."

"I need a huge force to complete my next experiment."

Ackermann did not speak for a long time.

Thurrow said, "Your Majesty."

"Those with power can control their own destiny."

This sentence made Ackerman raise his head.

Master your own destiny.

What an admirable sentence.

Ackermanmon said to Thurrow: "I will do my best to support you, lunatic."

Thurro smiled: "Your Majesty, aren't you crazy?"

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in the next days.

Ackermanmon began to follow Thurlow to learn "The Secret Rites of the Ghouls", and even became an assistant to Thurrow's experiments.

He learned anatomy and all kinds of medical knowledge, and learned all kinds of secrets about life.

He has learned all kinds of rituals, and even knows how to summon those hideous and terrifying abyss monsters.

More than that.

He is also constantly learning the extraordinary knowledge stored in the royal court.

His thirst for knowledge is no different from that of the lunatic Thurlow.

In an experiment to summon abyss monsters.

He even devoured an eagle demon.

Ackerman gained powerful power from the opponent, became a second-order power in a short period of time, and also learned a magical technique about the spell of the wind.

He, who went in and out of the corpse-eating secret sect every day, faintly became the second figure of the corpse-eating secret sect, and the gloomy and murderous aura in him became stronger and stronger.

Even those corpse eaters were a little afraid of him.

Devouring transcendent existence is the craziest move, and only Thoro has succeeded in the entire ghoul sect.

A person who can devour the extraordinary existence and survive, and can maintain a sane state.

Then this guy is absolutely impossible to have real sanity.

Everyone knows that Ackermanmon is an unimaginably crazy guy.

Not the same as crazy Thurlow.

Thurrow is like a crazy artist every time he experiments, he uses corpses, monsters, and abyss as drawings for his own paintings.

Every experiment will stop and appreciate again and again, and the mouth will chatter.

But Ackermanmon was always on the sidelines calmly and meticulously completed the experiment.

In contrast, it feels even more terrifying.

Because Thurlow is a lunatic, but at least a lunatic who still looks human.

late at night.

After Akermanmen returned to the palace, he just fell asleep in the dormitory, and suddenly felt a chill in his body; in the middle of the night, his whole body began to twitch.

He rolled over and opened his long sleeves.

I saw a strange change in my arm, terrifying black feathers grew on it, and my palms began to swell and become like claws.

Ackermanmon knew immediately what was going on: "Not good."

This is the aftermath of devouring the eagle demon, and he has not yet fully digested the power of that corpse-eating ritual.

Gain strength.

is to pay a price.

Especially this kind of unconventional power, the price is even more terrible.

Ackermann got up immediately and wanted to close the door tightly, but he couldn't be sure what he would do next.

Ackermanmon walked to the door, and at this time his power was out of control.

Layers of black wings broke through flesh and blood, and Ackerman turned into a monster in an instant.

"call!"

Accompanied by a gust of wind.

A strange shadow suddenly appeared above the palace.

The guards in the palace immediately noticed this situation and came together.

"Someone." The soldiers shouted.

"There are shadows in the sky." Someone pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Someone broke in." Immediately, several powerful people also woke up and chased out.

"catch him."

But before they acted, the other party took the wind and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, someone in the palace discovered a bigger problem, and the King of Ten Thousand Snakes was gone.

"No, the king is gone."

There was chaos in the palace, and everyone was looking for the trace of Ackermanmon, the king of snakes.

Ackermann rushed out of the palace, flew to the river of the Shepherd in the blink of an eye, and fell into the water.

It didn't take long for a few chasing figures to search around, and then went in other directions.

At the bottom of the icy river, Ackerman seemed to be frozen into a block of ice, but his abnormality gradually recovered.

After a long time, Ackermanmon finally returned to normal and changed back to human form.

And at this time, the sky was getting brighter.

Ackermann walked down the street in pajamas, looking a little embarrassed.

At this time, there were already scattered figures on the streets, and there were still vendors selling food on the side of the road.

It was a kind of pasta that was cooked in a bowl with the meat of the tooth beast; steaming hot, the smell was especially enticing on a cold winter day.

Ackerman was very tired, and something really happened at night. He could be said to have struggled back from the front line of life and death.

Ackerman said to the stall owner, "Please make me one too."

Ackerman did not know why, but said a word.

Although he felt that there was only himself here.

Beside him, a witch doctor was watching Ackermanmon; recently, the supreme gods may want to experience some folk flavors, so they often let the witch doctors go out to buy some human food.

Although the power of the goblin can be changed after analyzing the food, but it is boring to use this kind of change after coming to the world.

So the witch doctors became errands every day.

Looking at Ackermanmon, the witch doctor suddenly remembered someone for some reason.

Holy Hand Lester, her former student.

The other party later had a name.

Stern.

The witch doctor suddenly opened his mouth and said something.

"Give it up!"

"It's a road of no return."

Ackermanmon didn't realize that there was another person beside him until the other party spoke.

The other party was standing beside him just now, and he saw the other party with his eyes, but his consciousness miraculously regarded the other party as non-existent.

Thinking back at this moment, Ackermanmon suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

What is this existence?

"Who are you?"

The female witch doctor stood on the side of the road, and the two looked at each other like that.

The witch doctor looked at Ackerman's eyes and finally shook his head.

"You are not him, his heart is full of light, even if he ends up falling into darkness."

"Your heart is dark, and there has never been a moment of light."

Ackermanmen suddenly clenched his hand: "That may be because the light has never come in."

The witch doctor picked up the wooden box and left.

In the end, Ackerman did not know what the existence in front of him was.

But he turned his head and noticed the strange pattern on the witch doctor's robe.

The shape of the **** with open hands, accompanied by mysterious circles and symbols.

That pattern is so magical.

"Shape of God."

Ackerman was stunned, and the shadow of the other party had completely disappeared.

Ackermanmon also suddenly lost the desire to eat. He hurriedly returned to the palace through a hidden passage, and then appeared in front of people.

The person who looked for Ackerman all night and surrounded him at once, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again.

"king!"

"Where have you been?"

Ackermanmon: "I saw a terrifying figure jumping down from the outside, so I hurriedly escaped from the inside and hid in a hidden place."

"I saw it was bright outside, so I came out."

The old snake man, who was a court teacher, came up and sighed in relief when he saw that Ackerman was in good condition, and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's fine."

Ackermanmon: "Teacher, I'll be fine."

The old snake man looked at Ackerman and said something very strange: "Ackerman, why do you feel like you have changed recently."

Ackermann didn't answer, but after the king appeared, the chaos finally dissipated.

The entire palace was also restored to order.

And Ackerman walked into his room, he picked up a pen and paper, and drew on the paper.

Before long, he drew a mysterious pattern.

It was the pattern behind the witch doctor's robe.

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Eclipse City.

There have been some strange infectious diseases in the city recently, and people are panicking.

Infected people develop bizarre symptoms, such as an itchy, unbearably rash, or parts of the skin that become as hard as animal hide, but not fatal.

Long recently left everything about the Deeds Bar Association behind.

He had been investigating Keaton's death, and he finally found the strange building, but in the end found nothing.

And now there's the plague again, and he had to be summoned again.

This plague seems to be formed by supernatural forces.

As a result, it attracted attention, and the **** servants of the temple, the witch spirits of the lawyers' union, and the powerful people of the royal court also began to deal with and investigate.

But because the people who are infected are ordinary people, these people don't really care much; if it weren't for the extraordinary power and the recent panic discussion, it is estimated that there will be no investigation and treatment.

And they don't have a good way to deal with this strange disease that seems to be caused by extraordinary power.

Industry specializing in surgery.

The servants of the gods practice magic, but most of them are enlightenment-type magic.

Witch spirits are good at making scrolls and have the power to seal.

The powers of the royal court are good at fighting, and use props to fight in melee combat.

And only the treatment of illnesses stumped them.

Moreover, even in the investigation of the origin, if there are too many people, it will not be of much help, and there are all kinds of prevarication and intrigue all day long.

"It may be a conspiracy of the Abyss Religion. We should conduct a large search, and we will definitely find the shadows of those evildoers."

"I haven't even found the source. How can it be said that it is the Abyss Religion? We have guarded the Eclipse City so that no water leaks out. Where did the evil people come from?"

"It may also be an accident. Maybe a monster died in the river of shepherds. Some people were eroded by extraordinary power, resulting in some abnormal phenomena. There is no need to make a fuss."

Long was tired of listening and left the stage early.

He came to the cemetery again to pay homage to Keaton.

On the street, he saw the mysterious figure he had met before.

"gentlemen."

"meet again."

Long waved to the other side, the tall and mysterious man turned around and nodded to him,

"Hello."

Recently, Long has met each other on the street several times, and Long also said a few words to each other.

The other party should also be a powerful person, making Long feel a common language.

The witch doctor with a large box nodded to Long.

The two stopped by and chatted.

Long then casually mentioned his troubles. The death of Keaton was not easy to mention, so he talked about the strange disease that everyone knows about recently.

"gentlemen."

"I heard that you were a doctor before, so you should know more about this."

"It's so weird, we don't know what's going on."

"You said that we can do anything else. Where can we treat the disease? I can't help this kind of thing!"

"Those fat-headed bureaucrats in the royal court will all blame us. I think they just don't want to solve it. In order to avoid public opinion, they put the blame on us."

What Long didn't expect was that the other party gave him a suggestion.

"There is a person who will pass by Eclipse City recently, and he is going to go to Suinhol via the Serpent Road."

"You can go to him and he can help you."

"His name is Feather Snake."

"He possesses the power of spiritual origin, and this power can cure various diseases and even deal with curses."

Long was stunned for a moment, he noticed a word in the other party's words, it seemed to mean something.

"curse?"

"You mean curse? What does that mean?"

Ryu raised his head and looked around as he hurried on the road, wanting to ask more.

But the other party has disappeared, disappearing without a sign.

"Eh?"

"Sir, don't say anything!"

"I still have questions to ask!"

He thought that the other party was in a hurry to leave, and it was related to the strange illness, and he had to ask the other party again.

So he followed his memory and chased again to the house where he saw the other party for the first time.

But when he arrived, he found that there was an open space in front of him.

"Gone?"

"How can it be?"

Long was stunned. He had seen a lot of mysterious characters who came and went without a trace, but he had never seen a house that could come and go without a trace.

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We are about to leave Eclipse City.

The witch doctors have been very busy in recent days, shopping and buying in Eclipse City.

Most of what they purchase is some more distinctive things, even works of art.

E.g.

Some white pottery jars filled with the style of the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Snakes are painted with various story patterns with paint.

There are also paintings by unknown artists, who may have been unknown throughout their lives, but no one knows, and their paintings are placed in the hall of the creator.

There are also various handicrafts, as well as some rare things.

After all, the human world understood through the mirror is completely different from the real feeling.

These things decorate the hall, and perhaps after thousands of years, the precipitation of history can be felt from above.

Yin Shen stood under a painting.

The painting described above is the mother of all snakes and the ruler of life.

It's a myth about trials.

The Master of Life hopes to create a devout race. He tested the belief of the snake people. The Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes completed the previous tests, but finally fell to the test of the winged people.

Yin Shen's eyes are far-reaching, and it seems that he can see everything through time and reincarnation.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said to the several witch doctors standing behind him.

"Stories become epics."

"Epic becomes myth."

"Finally, myths are drowned in the years."

Yin Shen's voice echoed in the empty hall, as if it was out of tune with this new and bright hall.

This is an indescribably ancient deity, the beginning of it all.

As long as He stands there, it seems to represent the ancient years. He does not seem to be standing in the present time, but in the past.

He turned his back and said to the witch doctors.

"now."

"You can also call it a myth."

The witch doctors immediately fell to the ground: "Everything comes from your gift, God Insai."

Yin Shen turned around, and the gaze that fell on the witch doctor made them feel extremely heavy.

God Insai seemed to see something in his eyes and said to the witch doctors.

"I said it once."

"Gods with power can do whatever they want!"

"This is the right of the gods, it is also the willfulness of the gods, it is the arrogance and arrogance of the existence called gods."

"Because we have the power."

"However, everything we do doesn't necessarily end up where we want it to be."

"No one can know what the ending will be~lightnovelpub.net~No one can really control all fate."

The **** Insai looked at the witch doctors.

"You think you're saving others, you're reaching out and saving the city."

"but."

"Perhaps a bigger disaster is also planted by you."

It was the first time in this era that the witch doctors appeared in the human world and were released by the **** Insai.

Therefore, they have not fully realized that they have become myths.

They still, as usual, thought they were a physician who was walking around the earth in search of secrets.

At this moment, they were lying on the ground one by one, shivering.

Bewildered.

Insai didn't say much, just walked past the witch doctor who was crawling on the ground.

"It's almost time to leave."