Mystery: Chaos Path

“The Pale Disaster…” Klein frowned. Although he hadn't personally experienced it, just reading the records was enough to understand what a catastrophe it was.

Will seemed to recall something as well, shaking his head and saying, “To be honest, I never thought the God of Death would dare to do that back then. He really wasn't afraid of…”

As Sequence 1, and as an old-timer who had lived since the Third Epoch, Will naturally knew many secrets, including information related to the Outer Gods and the Pillars.

So he knew that Night, God of Death, War God, plus the Hunter and Witch pathways, and the corresponding two Seer uniquenesses, could be combined to form the Fourth Pillar. But the Fourth Pillar was different from the other three Great Pillars. The birth of this Pillar would mean the destruction of the universe.

Although the God of Death back then was far from synthesizing the Fourth Pillar, the distance wasn't that far either—after all, the Hunter and Witch pathways were already present, the River of Eternal Darkness was also there, and he himself was the God of Death. If he really conquered the Northern Continent and killed the Night Goddess and War God, who knew if he would really go crazy and synthesize the Fourth Pillar.

“It's normal. After all, he even dared to cooperate with that madwoman, the Original Witch. What wouldn't he dare to do?” Lorraine said with a smile, then glanced at Medici and sighed softly.

“What do you mean by that?” Medici narrowed his eyes at him.

“I just think that compared to other Red Priest uniqueness owners, you're really too normal, Little Red.” Lorraine said earnestly, looking at Medici. “Sometimes I think you're more suitable to be a warrior.”

Lorraine really thought so. Although Little Red was born with a Yin-Yang strange sacred body, firstly, there were already many good Hunter seedlings in other pathways, so it was fine for Little Red to become a member of the 'Hunter Seedling Other Path'.

Secondly, although Medici was also good at scheming and plotting, in some ways, he was really too upright. He was completely inferior to those madmen and women like Cheek, Tudor, and even the God of Death when it came to inspiration in creating people.

“Well, doesn't this count as Little Red encountering a talented player and being unable to defeat him despite his best efforts…” Lorraine summarized in his heart.

“Huh? If I'm not suitable, are you suitable?” Medici didn't think he was unsuitable to be a Red Priest and immediately glared at Lorraine.

“Just a little sigh.” Lorraine didn't mind his reaction, smiled, and looked at Azik.

As before, Azik had fallen into memories, looking like he was still fiercely continuing the tug-of-war between humanity and divinity.

Lorraine watched for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he looked at the Death Consul and saw that he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. He couldn't help but smile and asked, “What's wrong, Little Consul?”

“The Pale Disaster you mentioned, is that what Father is going to do next?” the Death Consul asked, his eyes slightly curious.

“Ah, it seems I really haven't introduced it to you. The Pale Disaster, a disaster launched by your father in the Southern Continent, caused countless deaths, and also made the Seven Gods, who had always been at odds, choose to join forces for the first time…” Lorraine smiled and briefly introduced the history of the Pale Disaster to the Death Consul, and finally said:

Now Azik would feel guilty and painful about the Pale Disaster, and would have all kinds of complex emotions, but the former Death Consul had not yet learned these emotions. His human part had been suppressed for too long, and he had always only had a scumbag father as a role model. Even now, because of Lorraine's mask, he had some emotions that could be called love, but he still lacked too much compared to ordinary people.

“No need to apologize, no one will ask too much of a puppet. It's enough that you understand this is a terrible thing.” Lorraine shook his head. He naturally wouldn't ask too much of a puppet who had just developed a trace of self.

After all, as a Little Nyarlathotep, Lorraine knew better than anyone how difficult and long the process was from an empty puppet to learning the various emotions that ordinary people possessed.

The Death Consul pursed his lips. He planned to think for a few more seconds, and suddenly said, “Is there anything I can do?”

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Death Consul with some surprise, and said, “Why do you ask?”

“I really don't understand many things, and I can't feel any emotion for the upcoming disaster, but…”

The Death Consul paused here. He tilted his head and glanced at Klein, his eyes swept over the others in the room, and finally landed on Lorraine, and said, “You don't like this.”

After a pause, the Death Consul seriously added a sentence: “Friends should help each other, so I should help you.”

Lorraine raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled and said, “What, are all the people in this room your friends? You've only met them for the first time!”

“But you are my friend, they are your friends, then they are my friends.” The Death Consul said with a serious expression, and glanced at Azik again, and continued to speak:

“And they are also his friends, then they are my friends.”

Lorraine laughed when he heard this, and seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the Death Consul and murmured as if sighing, “You've learned much faster than I did back then…”

The Death Consul looked at him in confusion.

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“But this matter, to be honest, you probably really can't help much.” Lorraine shook his head. Even if he didn't mention the difficulty of changing the key nodes of history, even if it could be changed, a Sequence 2 Death Consul would hardly be able to do anything under the eyes of the God of Death and the Original Witch, both Sequence 0.

If this matter could be easily solved, the Seven Gods wouldn't need to unite.

On the contrary, if the God of Death discovered something wrong with the Death Consul, a Sequence 2, the trouble would be great. Even if he didn't die, he would definitely be punished, and he might be beaten half to death and locked in a small dark room—this is not a key historical node, it would just happen if it really happened.

The Death Consul seemed a little disappointed.

Lorraine looked at him like this, thought for a while, and suddenly said, “Although you can't help much with this matter, I do have something related to it that you might be able to help with.”

“What help?” The Death Consul looked like he immediately cheered up.

“Can you sense where your other half, besides Azik, is in this era now?” Lorraine asked with a smile.