Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 718 Monday
Silently, a rusty face was reflected on the surface of the mirror.

The facial features on this face were all abnormally tilted and distorted, stained with a layer of dark red rust like dried blood, one eye popped out, and the other eye was abnormally shrinking.

His face lacked expression, like a shoddy puppet barely pieced together from flesh, blood, and discarded rusty materials.

It had no body to support it, only a head floating in the air with the back half missing. Its crooked mouth opened and closed, making a low, hoarse sound:

“Who are you communicating with?”

On the mirror it was staring at, a circle of water ripples swayed, and one after another, Loenese words flowing with bright red blood emerged:

"Besides you, there is no one else here."

"Who are you communicating with? With who? With who!!"

The strange head floating in the air did not pay attention to the answer that appeared on the mirror, and continued to ask, with the tone becoming more and more excited, and finally turned into a roar.

The silver mirror on the table was rippling again, and the bright red words on it changed:
"This is the second question. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, you need to answer a question for me first."

"You're not actually Horamyk Hayden, are you?"

The roaring head suddenly stopped, and looked at the words appearing on the surface of the silver mirror in unusual silence, without moving, without any expression on its face, as if it was frozen in place.

After an unknown amount of time, the head suddenly became hideous, with black hair tangled and extending continuously, turning into black cables that, like flexible tentacles, wrapped around the silver mirror and brought it to the front, to the mouth where black oil-like liquid was constantly dripping.

Boom!

A silver-white lightning flashed out of nowhere in the carriage and struck the head of a person floating in the air with cables growing out of him.

The electric arcs kept jumping with a crackling sound, and pieces of iron-black chips fell from the human head. The flesh on the surface of the head became charred and fell off piece by piece, revealing the mechanical parts underneath.

On both sides of the silver mirror wrapped in black cables, a pair of illusory little hands condensed and dissipated, and scarlet words floated up on the mirror surface again:

"The punishment is over. Second question."

"You are not a creature of this world. You are a stowaway, a stowaway parasitizing on Horamick Haydon, right?"

"Hehe~"

As the skin peeled off, the human head turned into a mechanical sphere with black cables growing out of it. It uttered a few hoarse low laughs and brought the entangled silver mirror closer, as if looking into the mirror face to face.

After a while, the mechanical sphere seemed to regain some sanity, put down the silver mirror, and whispered like an old man:

"No, I am Horamick Hayden, an honorary professor of physics at Backlund University, the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of Steam, and a member of the former council of my Lord God."

As it spoke, its tone gradually became frantic:

"Do you know what waves are? The world we see is just an appearance. It is the changes in waves that are received by our bodies and then fed back to the brain. The essence of the world is a mixture of countless waves of different frequencies and amplitudes."

"Information is also a type of wave, so your communication with the outside world cannot be hidden from me."

The carriage suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

On the surface of the silver magic mirror, silvery white words appeared one after another:

"The great Arrodes knows everything."

"Your question has been answered. Do you have any other questions?"

On the coast of the Disi Bay in Loon, the bright and blazing afternoon sun suddenly dimmed, and rays of starlight fell from the sky, turning into dazzling starlight, surging and circling on the sea.

The starlight flickered for a while, then turned into pieces of starlight and reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.

Looking at the waves hitting the beach in front of him, he lowered his head and sighed:
"It ran away again. Although it keeps circling, we can roughly figure out its destination. It's southwest of Feynaport. I wonder what's attracting it there."

I looked up at the sun above my head and estimated that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for this week's Tarot meeting.

He shook his head, causing the emerald green pea vines to hang down, quickly submerging his figure and disappearing on the beach of reality.

Above the gray fog, in an ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence, crimson rays of light rose on time, forming blurry human figures on both sides of the mottled long table.

Klein looked around at everyone and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
War is indeed the best way to make people grow, but it is a little too cruel. Now the weakest in the Tarot Club are already Sequence 5 Beyonders, and most of them have already passed the level of demigod. While he was thinking, "Justice" Audrey had already stood up and bowed to the figure at the top of the mottled long table, saying:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Audrey's tone was no longer as relaxed as before. Although the war was over and both the North Continent and the South Continent, as well as the Five Seas, had fallen into a rare period of peace and stability, her heart was still heavy. Like most people, she had not yet fully recovered from the war.

After everyone saluted and nodded to each other, Klein leaned back in his chair and nodded slightly:

"You guys start."

The first person to speak was "Star" Leonard. He looked around and coughed lightly.
"According to the information I have learned, more than one war of gods took place before. Among them, the ones who appeared in Backlund, Loen, Feysac, and Feynaport were the 'Goddess of Night', the 'God of War', and the 'Emperor Mother Goddess'. As for the result, I think everyone knows it."

Cattleya, the Hermit, glanced at Leonard meaningfully, then continued his words:
"On the Violent Sea, a battle also took place between the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', the 'Lord of Storms', and the 'True Creator'. The process is unknown, but the result is obvious."

"In addition, from what I have learned, there was also a war of gods in the astral plane. The Hidden Sage joined forces with the returning Emperor Roselle to defeat the God of Steam and Machinery. He became a true God of Sequence 0 who mastered two paths and called himself the All-Knowing One."

After a brief silence, Alger, the Hanged Man, raised his hand, straightened his body, and said in a slightly heavy tone:
"The atmosphere in the upper echelons of the Church of the Storm has been very heavy recently, even a little weird. The Lord of Storms has sent down an oracle, changing the honorific name used in prayers and sacrifices to Him. At the same time, the frequency of His responses to prayers has also decreased."

"'The Lord of Storms' changed his name. What did he change it to?" "Tank" Anderson asked curiously.

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Anderson and was about to answer when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Mr. Fool at the top making a move. He immediately collected his thoughts and looked up.

Shrouded in the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his chair and smiled leisurely:
"He lost his Sequence 0 status."

As he finished speaking, the Tarot Club fell into an eerie silence, and no one spoke.

This was the first time that a war between gods had broken out since the Fifth Epoch, and it was so intense that two of the original seven gods had fallen, and one had fallen from grace. As her thoughts wandered, Cattleya subconsciously turned her head to glance at Renekton across from her.

The latter leaned back in his chair leisurely, looking as if he didn't care about the issues they were discussing and already knew them.

Sensing Cattleya's gaze, Renekton looked back and guessed what she was thinking. He chuckled and said:

"Although many things happened at once, it was very chaotic and intense, but everything was traceable. This war involving many parties was the result of multiple promotions in the symbolic, spiritual and real realms. The fact that it ended so quickly is already the best result."

"The key to this war is the 'Mother Earth', which involves a conspiracy that has been planned for two to three thousand years."

"Why?" Cattleya asked subconsciously.

"Sun" Derrick raised his hand and said, "I think I know why."

"You?" Emlyn the Moon asked back with a hint of sarcasm.

Everyone looked over there, with confusion and doubt.

Seeing that the topic had developed to this point, Klein manipulated the trumpet "World" and said, "He does know."

With the World's assurance, the Tarot Club members became even more curious about what the Sun Derrick knew. Magician Fors couldn't help but ask:
"why?"

"Sun" Derrick looked around at everyone, then said:
"'Mother Earth' is not the Giant Queen Omybella. The real Omybella has long been dead, and her remains are in the City of Silver."

Gurgle~The sound of swallowing saliva was unusually obvious in the quiet hall.

After a long silence, "Tank" Anderson murmured to himself as if he had difficulty accepting the news:
"How is this possible? If the 'Earth Mother Goddess' is not Omybella, how did she hide it from the Seven Gods? Especially the 'God of War', they are mother and son."

Renekton chuckled and said, "Nothing is impossible."

"Among the known great beings there is a 'Mother of Secrets' and an 'Ancient Sun God' who once held the 'wrong' authority."

Magician Fors took a deep breath and sighed, "What a terrible conspiracy."

"Tank" Anderson raised his head and leaned back on the chair, looking as if he didn't want to think anymore, and sighed softly:

"No wonder the Earth Church in the southern continent has always been ambiguous about the new regime. The 'True Creator' who inherited the legacy of the 'Ancient Sun God' must also know this secret."

"Hehe, I suddenly feel that the defeat of the God of War and the Lord of Storms was not unfair. Or, the Lord of Storms who survived the war of gods is already very powerful."

(End of this chapter)