The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

The corpse king, who found it interesting, did not rush to stand up, but sat up straight: "Okay."

"Haha, don't be so serious." The woman covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled, "My name is Agnes, what's yours?"

Me, what is my name?

The Corpse King was stunned when he heard this question. By the way, what is his name?

Whether it is the memory before waking up or the current memory, he seems to have no name. He has always called himself the Corpse King, but he certainly cannot answer like that now.

The stumped Corpse King suddenly glanced at the book he was reading, Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila".

"You can call me Ruslan."

"Oh?" The woman seemed to have not expected the person in front of her to have such a name, and said with a half-smile: "Ruslan, it's exactly the same as the name of the protagonist of a long poem by Pushkin."

"That's right, that's why I read this book." As he spoke, the Corpse King Ruslan waved the book "Ruslan and Lyudmila" in his hand.

"Haha, then let's say goodbye~Ruslan."

There was a hint of smile in the woman's eyes, and this inexplicable smile puzzled the Corpse King. What was so funny? Was there something wrong with the name Ruslan?

But the Corpse King could never have imagined that the woman was not laughing at the name, but at his reaction.

It was quite pleasant to play with the Corpse King. Shen Kong, who was in a good mood, stopped communicating with the Corpse King and slowly left the place, leaving only the confused Corpse King.

Looking at the woman leaving, the Corpse King felt inexplicably annoyed, but he couldn't get angry. He could only secretly think that if he met this woman next time, he would make her his subordinate.

The main task now is to continue reading books to understand the current era. After suppressing the emotions that arose in the Corpse King, he immersed himself in the ocean of books again.

As the King of Corpses, he naturally knew what he needed. He was resurrected in an unclear era, and the signs of his resurrection were abnormal. He could only understand the current era bit by bit.

What is the best way to understand the times? Only by reading books, which is applicable in any era.

He is the resurrected corpse king, and he will change the world sooner or later!

Shenkong left humming a song happily. The Corpse King was designed by a comic book he had read in his previous life. Although his memory was fuzzy, he still vaguely remembered the appearance of the Corpse King and some comic clips.

The scene I remember most clearly is the resurrected corpse king going to the library to read books, but I don’t remember the rest very clearly.

However... I believe that the Corpse King also noticed that there was something wrong with his resurrection. Not only were the signs of his resurrection wrong, but other senses of incongruity were also very strong.

This was naturally a setting that Shenkong had made long ago. According to his setting, the Corpse King was divided and sealed. Now only a part of him has been resurrected, and he has not yet decided where to seal the remaining part.

Anyway, it’s just his idea, so there’s no need to rush.

slip away.

………………

On the street, Shaq looked at the beautiful woman with big waves passing by him, and his depressed mood improved a little.

It is true that looking at beautiful women can make you feel better.

But although he felt a little better, he was still depressed. Shaq, who had just left the government building, was naturally not in a good mood.

It was not until this morning that he learned that Arthur and Melina had left Chita. Then who could he follow to find his father? His father's whereabouts were unknown, and the most likely possibility was that he was dead.

Either they have passed away or have turned into zombies.

Thinking of this, Shaq was overwhelmed with grief. How should he tell his mother about this? His mother was already in tears because of his father's disappearance. How sad would she be if she found out that his father might have passed away?

Why did they have to encounter zombies? Why did they have to go up the mountain that day? Damn their fate!

Just as Shaq was feeling sorry for himself, a figure in the alley ahead suddenly caught his attention. The figure was very familiar, as if it was the person he was talking about.

The figure slowly turned around, glanced at Shaq, and then walked into the alley without stopping.

"Daddy!!!"

The moment he saw the profile, Shaq felt as if he was hit by thunder on the head, and his whole head was buzzing.

The man just now... was his missing father.

"and many more!"

Chapter 308 The Power of Death

There was no way Shaq would mistake the profile at the corner of the alley; it was his long-missing father.

But... why am I seeing him here? He is obviously infected, but he doesn’t look like a zombie at all. He seems to be safe and sound. Why doesn’t he come back?

All these questions stimulated Shaq to take a step forward and run towards the corner of the alley. The complex emotions in his heart almost made him explode on the spot!

"and many more!"

The familiar figure disappeared in a flash. Shaq used all his strength to chase after it, but what he saw was an empty alley without even a footprint.

"and many more……"

Shaq, unwilling to give up, kept muttering to himself as he ran towards the only exit, hoping to see that figure again.

But no matter how hard he searched, it seemed as if what he had seen before was all illusions, unreal hallucinations. Not only did he not see any human figures, he didn't even see any clues.

"Why...why!" Shaq collapsed and leaned against the wall. After all, he was not very old and did not even have much life experience. Why did he have to encounter this!

Shaq, who was leaning against the wall, was no longer able to support his body. He slumped down against the wall and held his head in his hands in regret.

It’s as if I want to hug myself tightly so that I won’t feel the sadness.

"Snapped!"

But a slight sound suddenly appeared in front of him, as if someone had thrown something in front of him.

Shaq raised his slightly red eyes, and in front of him fell an ordinary notebook, which was exactly the same as the one in the roadside store.

But this was not what attracted his attention. What really attracted his attention was a sentence on the notebook.

"Дайтедорогомусыну."

"To my dear son?"

After being stunned for a moment, Shaq immediately realized that this handwriting was his father's handwriting, which he was very familiar with.

And it says "for the son" on it, and that son must be referring to him. This is what his father just threw to him!

"Old man! Why don't you come out to see me!"

Shaq roared in anger, but all he got in response was silence. The alley was so quiet, so quiet that not even the squeaking of a mouse could be heard.

"Old bastard!"

Shaq wiped his eyes with his sleeve, took a deep breath, and reached out with a slightly trembling hand to pick up the notebook on the ground. The handwriting was very new, and he could even get ink on his hands when he wiped it.

"You're looking at me! Then I want to see what you wrote that you don't even dare to meet me!"

Shaq yelled loudly in anger. He didn't know if his father could hear him, but he just wanted to do it, as if doing so could vent his anger.

[I'm sorry to have worried you and your mother, but I'm still alive. ]

The first sentence of the article was an apology. Shaq pursed his lips and silently turned to the next page.

[Perhaps you are wondering why I don't meet you, but there is a reason for this, and this reason is not good for you. I don't want to see the impact of a hasty meeting, so don't be confused or angry. Now is not the time for us to meet, and we will meet again. ]

"Who would be confused and angry?" Shaq curled his lips, "Self-righteous old bastard."

[You and your mother can just continue your normal life. Don't come looking for me, and don't get involved in the vortex of supernatural events. This is a catastrophe that affects the whole world. Although it will affect ordinary people, the impact will not be significant.]

[I am unlucky because I am caught in the vortex of this catastrophe, but I am also lucky because I have seen the hidden face of the world.]

[Although the government has long announced the existence of the supernatural, including news of the resurrection of gods, it is still too far away from us, so there is no sense of reality. Moreover, the government only has a limited understanding of it, and what they know is just a glimpse of the leopard. ]

[Since I'm caught in this vortex, I can't stay out of it, but I can't just ignore it either. My family is my weakness, so I'm going to leave here until all this is over.]

[A brief separation is only for a better meeting next time. Goodbye, son! ]

There were not many pages in the notebook, but the contents were extremely heavy. After reading them, Shaq was speechless.

After staring at the notebook in a daze for a long time, Shaq suddenly turned over the page with the content recorded, and then tore it all off with a "swish".

After flipping through the notebook three or four times and seeing that he had missed nothing, Shaq threw the notebook into the trash can beside him, then folded up the page with the contents and put it in his pocket.

Shaq sniffed and felt a lump in his heart. He stood up silently, patted the dust off his back, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and left the alley.

A moment later, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the trash can and took out the notebook that Shaq had thrown away. After flipping through the notebook, the man raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Sure enough, I am still too young. Although this notebook is inconspicuous, it is still a problem after all.

The man threw the notebook to the ground, and a group of tiny mice suddenly appeared with squeaking sounds, gathered together and climbed onto the notebook.

The gray and white furry creatures gathered together, squeezing each other and gnawing on the notebooks on the ground. If these furry creatures were kittens, the scene might be very healing, but these furry creatures were skinny mice, so the scene could only be very depressing.

In less than half a minute, there was not even a scrap of paper left on the ground. The man waved his hand and the gathered rats scattered instantly.

The alley was quiet again, and there was no sign that a group of rats had just gathered there.

"The plague can actually indirectly control rats. The supernatural is really unreasonable."

Alexei felt the scattered white spots of light; those were the little mice he had just controlled.

However, it is the rampant rats that bring plague and disease. This is the same in any country, as rats are usually the culprit of the plague.

"It's time to leave."

After controlling all the rats here and leading them into the sewer, Alexei himself flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Alexei obviously knew more than the little that the Corpse King knew, both his true identity and the role he was currently incarnating.

"All of them are scattered powers. Now it depends on who can unify the power first."

Alexei sneered in his heart. The current Corpse King didn't know anything yet, and although he didn't know much, he was always close to the water.

"Two of the powers of death, the sword, famine, pestilence, evil beasts, and the dead, have now been revealed. Now it depends on who can obtain the remaining three powers and completely incarnate death."

"It's just... there's no clue at the moment. It really isn't that easy."

………………

In the library, the Corpse King, who was still reading a book, suddenly trembled all over, then raised his puzzled eyes and looked around.

He is the King of Corpses, so it is impossible for him to tremble due to physical reasons. It is only his intuition that reminds him.

Something was happening that concerned him but he was unaware of it.

"Interesting, it seems I can't continue reading. I really need to investigate the world now."

While muttering to himself, the Corpse King put down the book in his hand. Although he is in a dormant period now, he is the Corpse King, so how could he not have any special abilities?

"It's time to leave."

Chapter 309: Holy Light Apostle

The City of a Thousand Peaks, Danilov Monastery.

Arthur and Melina returned here in the night, and were called to the conference room before they had time to catch their breath, because the matter of the Holy Grail was not to be treated lightly.

Whether it is the inscriptions on the cave walls or the magical powers of the Holy Grail.

After expressing their guesses, Arthur and Melina left the meeting room. Of course, they carried the Holy Grail with them.

Before the discussion could come to a conclusion, it was a fact recognized by everyone that they were the best protectors of the Holy Grail.

The next day, in the inner room of the monastery.

After a short rest, Arthur and the others' spirits have almost recovered, although it would not have much impact if they did not rest.

Holy light is omnipotent. Melina's platinum holy light is the best proof. It is naturally easy to restore a tired spirit through holy light.

At this moment, Arthur and Melina were discussing with the top leaders of the Russian Orthodox Church how to operate the Holy Grail in order to obtain the greatest benefit.

They are the Lord's warriors, they fight with the Holy Light, and they must have unique insights.

"So, you two, how do you think the Holy Grail should be used?"

Archbishop Kirill sat at the top seat, next to him were the senior archbishops in charge of various departments, and opposite them were Arthur and Melina. In the middle of the table was the Holy Grail.

"Well, I think the Holy Grail can turn an ordinary person into an Apostle of Holy Light and gain the sacred power of Holy Light." Arthur said.

"Apostle?" Patriarch Kirill muttered the word, and then smiled. "This word is quite appropriate."

The original meaning of Apostle is one who is sent, referring to believers who are sent by the Lord, have authority and ability to preach the gospel, have the gift to teach the truth, and establish the church.

For example, Peter and John were apostles among the Jews, and Paul and Barnabas were apostles to the Gentiles. According to the Bible, the Old Testament is: Moses, David, and Zerubbabel, and the New Testament is: Peter and Paul.

Therefore, the word "apostle" cannot be used casually in the Bible, but if one obtains the power of holy light through the Holy Grail, it seems that one can also be called an apostle of holy light.