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Chapter 574 Who is the Master? (4k+)

"Uncle, please take a rest first. We are discussing business here. If you are in a hurry, you can have a meeting over there first. Wait until we reach a consensus before expressing your opinion."

Seeing Christos standing next to him and fighting with him, Liu Yonglu became a little impatient.

Seeing that the "living flame" is about to fall from the sky, we have to find a way to deal with it quickly.

Liu Yonglu finished smoking a cigarette, took out another one from the cigarette box and lit it, then looked up and saw the fire cloud above his head getting closer and closer. In Liu Yonglu's field of vision, the fire cloud was only as big as the sun at first. In the blink of an eye, the fire cloud had occupied one tenth of the sky, and it was estimated that it would not be long before it would hit the head of the Hidden World Island.

"Mr. Richie, I want to say that you... everyone from the Investigation Department and the Saint's Sect, can leave now.

After the Living Flame descends, we will find a way to resist it for a while."

Liu Yonglu's mind was still working fast. The last time he saw Huoyun was in Jacob's dream, and it was the old saint lady who saved his life.

This time... where can I find the old saint lady to do the cutting? Setting up an altar, performing rituals, and offering the old lady three cigarettes doesn't seem reliable.

Besides, the fire cloud last time was not that big. It was transformed by Bastoli. This time, his parents are here, and even if the old Saint comes in person, she may not be able to stop it.

Hey...wait a minute, the old man just said...they're carrying it? Let me hide first?
Liu Yonglu turned his head and looked Christos up and down. To be honest, after meeting him for the past two days, he had an average impression of the old man.

This guy is very blunt in what he says and does, and he is not very straightforward. Did I hear it wrong just now?

"Master, are you saying... let us hide first?"

Liu Yonglu pointed at the old man:
"Are you guys determined? Have you discussed this matter? So soon?"

Christos in front of him nodded firmly, his gray beard and hair flying in the wind under the hot sea breeze.

“Andreas, Andreas!

Hurry up and carry the old man away. I think the temperature is too high and he has a heat stroke. Give him some Huoxiang Zhengqi."

Liu Yonglu didn't believe what Christos said at all. It was very difficult for him to do something before, but how come he became more aware after not seeing him for a while?
"Mr. Rich, you heard me right. Christos's meaning is our meaning. You go first, and we will deal with the living flames."

Andreas came over and explained.

"why?"

Liu Yonglu asked with a frown.

“First of all, this is what all the islanders mean.

We are the descendants of the people of Mu Continent. Mu Continent was once the center of the world's mysticism, and every person from Mu Continent is an outstanding mystic scholar..."

"Okay, okay, I don't have time to listen to your painful recounting of revolutionary history. Just get to the point."

Andreas is a man who gets things done. Liu Yonglu believed what he said, but he still wondered why these people suddenly became brave?

“The emergence of consciousness ten thousand years ago was a mistake made by us Mu Continent people. Because of that catastrophe, we summoned the Star of Judgment, which led to the coming of the Virgin Mary.

All of this is our responsibility. We originally thought that calculating the names of the gods could make up for the mistakes made by our ancestors, but we didn't expect... this was another trap.

The Investigation Department and the Saint's Faction have done enough for the Hidden Island. This time, we want to face it ourselves.

Please also allow us, the people of Mu Continent, to preserve our final dignity and glory.”

Andreas spoke very sincerely and with an unusually firm tone, and after he finished speaking he let out a long sigh and looked at his compatriots behind him.

Many young people still have a look of despair on their faces, which cannot be hidden or disguised.

But they seemed to have realized at this time that they had to make up for the mistakes they had made. In fact, after Liu Yonglu and others left, Christos and Andreas held a small meeting with all the islanders.

At the beginning of the meeting, Christos first told the true face of his ancestors and the conspiracy that had been planned for tens of thousands of years. At this point, there was nothing to hide.

The islanders were all silent after hearing this. After a long while, Andreas finally reacted. He turned around and walked towards the direction of the magic circle.

"Andreas, what are you going to do!"

Christos was horrified.

"What? Use forbidden magic to attack the celestial sphere above your head! Christos! Are you getting senile?
Our ancestors were once high-ranking priests of our Mu Continent. They were the ones who made the mistake, but now we have the audacity to let these outsiders clean up the mess for us!
I...I feel so ashamed!
We are the descendants of the people of Mu Continent! Although the Hidden World Island does not have contact with people from other continents, when our children are born, we will tell them that you are from Mu Continent.

That was because we felt proud and proud, but now I feel it is a shame! ”

Andreas beat his chest and roared at the old man in front of him.

Christos lowered his head and dared not say a word. He actually wanted to defend himself. He was previously detained by those people who eat Wei Tian. It was not that he did not want to speak, but they did not let him speak.

Look at these wounds on my face, they were all caused by them.

Andreas was still breathing heavily. To be honest, his impression of these people from the Holy Maiden Sect had changed a lot in the past two days.

First, they used their own boats to pick up the elderly and children on the island, solving the islanders’ worries.

Next, someone used forbidden magic to bring consciousness into the celestial sphere above his head. He was not allowed to bring potions or ancient relics. Andreas knew how dangerous this mission was.

But now he could only wait foolishly on the island like a stupid coward, and Andreas would not allow himself to do such a thing.

"But... Andreas, the forbidden spell has been completed, and we don't have any extra materials to cast it a second time."

Christos said with difficulty.

"My fellow warriors, I want to ask you a question. Why do we count the names of gods? Why!"

Andreas suddenly turned to all the islanders present and questioned loudly, but most of them could not answer his questions. Only a small number of surviving judges stammered a few times and finally remained silent.

Calculating the names of gods is like an established practice on the Hermit Island. As long as the islanders reach adulthood, they must engage in this task, but few people know the reasons and logic behind it.

"Because our ancestors once made a mistake! Yes, they were the ancestors of Mu Continent tens of thousands of years ago.

The sinking of Mu Continent was caused by their own hands, and the disaster is still spreading and affecting other people in the world.

The suffering they have experienced is much greater than ours!"

Only a few magistrates and archons can see the books in the temple library, and most of the islanders of the Hidden Island do not know the truth of that period of history.

“I originally thought that I could make up for this mistake with my own hands in my lifetime, but we… are like a group of stupid pigs, being toyed with and used by high-level priests!
Later, we will face two results, either a complete failure... a complete failure, and the conspirators will control the consciousness as they imagined.

Or someone from the Holy Maiden sect would come out from the celestial sphere, bringing news of victory.

But... next, we will have to face the living flames coming from the starry sky. No matter what happens, it will be a disaster for the Hidden World Island."

The islanders rarely whispered to each other. They all kept their heads down and looked depressed. Lord Andreas was right. It was a dead end, no matter what the situation was.

"Everyone, our fate is already determined." Andreas' tone was mixed with a certain unquestionable power:
"But at least we can choose how we will face the end.

Think carefully and decide for yourself! Will you wail like a coward and wail in self-pity, or will you stand tall and face the mistakes made by our ancestors and ourselves and die with a clear conscience? "

The last sentence was almost roared out from Andreas' throat. It seemed that he had already given his answer.

After a while, Christos slowly spoke:
"I can't run away or cry anymore because of my legs and feet. I choose to face it."

As he took the lead, other islanders also spoke up. Although their tone was not as firm as Andreas's, their answers were the same:
"If you can't escape, there's no need to run away."

"This is our mess, and it's our turn to do something about it."

"Yes! Friends from the Saint Maiden Sect had better escape from the celestial sphere. We will take care of the rest."

……

After Andreas explained the whole story, Liu Yonglu scratched his head. He was the kind of person who cared about appearances. If the islanders of Hidden World Island really wanted to escape for their own lives and swarmed off the island, Liu Yonglu would not be polite.

Anyway, it's just a competition of who can run faster, and Liu Yonglu has a lot of tricks in this regard.

But the islanders in front of him had this attitude, and Andreas had said so much, so Liu Yonglu really couldn't leave!
"Hey! I don't know if I can run away!"

Liu Yonglu waved his hand. This was the truth. Millie Tang had just analyzed the possibility of escape and the success rate was extremely low.

Liu Yonglu turned his head and took a look. He wanted to ask the little genius brother and sister, Kougan and the others to light a signal flare to contact Captain Peleus on the Dog Riding Rabbit and take them aboard, but when he saw the look in his companion's eyes...

Liu Yonglu knew that if he didn't leave, none of these people would be willing to leave.

"Andreas, do you have any spells that can stop the living flames?"

"No."

Andreas smiled miserably and shook his head. The living flame appeared yesterday, and time was too tight to come up with any decent plan.

"Then how will you cover our retreat?"

"There will always be a way."

Andreas took out his ancient relic. In fact, every islander left here is a mystic, and more or less knows a few forbidden defensive spells.

But what we are going to face later is living flames. What effect will these piecemeal spells have?

"Anyway, the Hidden World Island means that you go first and we'll solve it. It's up to you to decide whether to go or not."

Andreas knew that he could not influence Liu Yonglu and the others, so he said no more and returned to his companions to prepare forbidden spells.

Liu Yonglu also made a gesture, asking the people from Shi Weitian to stand as close to him as possible.

There was another reason why he didn't leave. Liu Yonglu whispered:
"Yokoji, Yokoji Keiji, where the hell have you been?!"

……

At the same time, above the sky, in a space invisible to everyone, Keiji Yokomichi was floating and sleeping like a baby.

He closed his eyes tightly, his hands and feet curled up on his belly, and countless fragments of consciousness were slowly merging into his body.

This feeling was very familiar, just like tens of thousands of years ago in the wilderness of Mu Continent. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy. Countless consciousnesses, all kinds of and disturbing, kept crowding in his body.

"You are a god of hope, a kind god. The seeds of gentleness and kindness take root in your body. Order and morality will become your torso, and strength and tolerance will become your legs and arms.

Wake up, child, you are the end point of human dreams and the guardian of all beautiful things. "

"The friendship between righteousness and justice is not a trivial matter. We share life and death, happiness and misfortune. Henglu, I will make an appearance after singing the last line. Please wait for me to finish showing my appearance before continuing the next line."

The two voices in my mind are the clearest. The first voice is a female voice, which sounds gentle and lazy. The second voice is a male voice, and the timbre is... not very serious.

"Clymene...Yonglu..."

Henglu finally opened his eyes, but his gaze was still dull and the sounds he made were unclear, like mumbling.

There are also a lot of fragments of skin floating around the body. This is a long process. Back then, the high-level priests of Mu Continent spent several months nurturing the consciousness body in order to ensure the stability of the consciousness body's mental state.

Henglu stretched out his right hand forward, and five dark brown fragments of consciousness began to revolve around his fingertips under the control of his will.

This is the consciousness of the five high-level priests. When the consciousness wasteland exploded, Henglu preserved them.

Yonglu wanted to know about the Virgin Mary's stone tablet. Henglu remembered this and kept the five dirty fragments to help Liu Yonglu find the answer.

Henglu was not planning to integrate these fragments into his body. Doing so would not only be dangerous but also make him feel sick.

He planned to take a look at the contents of the fragments, and then crush them to pieces once he found any useful information. The small transparent mirror reflected a sea of ​​fire.

A huge star of judgement descended from the sky above Mu Continent, and a giant eye without any emotion opened on the sphere. Black and red flames emanated from the pupil of the giant eye, and all the creatures that were contaminated by the flames rolled on the ground and wailed.

On the ground, countless islanders from Mu Continent sat under a huge magic circle. The high-level priests had prepared powerful defensive spells on Mu Continent to prevent accidents from happening to the conscious bodies.

But under the gaze of the Star of Judgment, the humans in the magic circle could only scream and wail hysterically, some complained about the stupid plan of creating gods, some cried and beat their chests, and some looked around for an opportunity to escape.

The purgatory on earth was filled with all kinds of ugly things, and the consciousness that the people of Mu Continent were proud of, the successful result of countless attempts, also disappeared without a trace.

"That's right... the living flame."

Henglu's baby-like neck suddenly lifted up, then lay down softly again. He was too weak now.

"Yonglu, how are you now?"

……

On the secluded island, Liu Yonglu looked up at the sky. The living flames had occupied one-third of the size of the sky above his head. If he stared at the pure, blazing flames, his eyes would even be burned.

The islanders were now sitting on the grass, with large and small defensive magic circles drawn around their bodies. Magic potions were sprinkled on the magic circles, and as the islanders chanted, halos of different colors rose from the magic circles.

Most of the islanders were shaking uncontrollably because they felt the pressure brought to them by the gods.

The pressure rushed through the bone marrow to the brain and soul. The islanders seemed to see countless desolate planets in the starry sky. Those were masterpieces of living flames. Under the pure and blazing flames, all living things were annihilated in an instant, without even dust left.

But the residents of the Hidden Island still sat there, even though their brains kept sending signals: Run! Hide! Escape! But they still relied on the will in their hearts, the human will, to resist their innate timidity and cowardice.

Don't run away anymore, please, even for the last time, please don't run away!

(End of this chapter)