I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"Wrong...I was wrong." Vanessa's eyes blurred, she sat on the ground with her legs spread out, and the carpet was dripping wet.

"Really?" Roland picked up Vanessa and whispered in her ear, "Then prove it to me."

An hour later, Roland, who was shirtless, got up from the bed and looked at the girl who had been tossed into a coma. The joy in his eyes dimmed little by little, and finally turned into a ruthless indifference.

He left this bedroom and went to his study.

The sun shines through the cracks in the clouds outside the window, but is gradually obscured by more shadows. Roland turns on his desk lamp, but reaches out to turn it off.

The next moment, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The clouds moved outside the window, engulfing the last ray of sunlight.

Snapped.

Roland turned off the desk lamp and sat in the shadow without saying a word, but the manuscript on the table was emitting a faint light.

Nine of them exude a dim yellow light, like the setting sun at sunset; the other nine exude a quiet blue light, like a winding alley at the moment of midnight dream. Like the falling moonlight.

The "Book of the Scorching Sun" was divided into four by a certain force, and now half of it is in the hands of Governor Roland.

......

It rained enormously.

There were not many pedestrians on the street anymore, only a few resentful people covered their heads with objects and hurried forward.

In the alley at the junction of the Kasbah District and the New District, there are dark shadows passing through quickly.

Hei Ying wore a round white hat on his head, cowhide shoes trampled on the rain under his feet, and was dressed in a dark Arabic robe, unobtrusive like this gloomy weather.

Behind him, a figure in white with an umbrella followed closely.

Snapped--

The expensive leather shoes stepped into the mud puddle on the side of the road, and the black shadow stopped suddenly.

The rain curtain fell on the surface of the robe on his body, making the color a little darker. The black figure in the rain suddenly turned his head, and under the round white hat, his sharp long eyes swept behind him like a falcon.

There was no one around, only a piece of silent rain.

After scanning left and right to no avail, the black figure turned back, pressed down the brim of his hat, and quickly left the alley.

Not long after it left, a white figure poked its head out cautiously, and squirmed like a slug against the wall to keep up.

Quickly rushing out of the alley, the white figure turned his head and scanned the surroundings, but he didn't see that figure, and at this moment, there was a slight rustling sound behind him.

The pupils of the figure in white shrank suddenly, turned his head quickly, and threw a punch!

"Fucking magnetic field turns 100 million power Haihu blasting punch!"

The fist hit the empty space, and a few drops of rain were splashed on the wall by the wind of the fist. The arm was driven by inertia, and the figure in white was spinning like a top being whipped by a copper-headed belt.

"Mi woo."

At the corner of the alley, a white kitten hiding under the trash can was startled by this move and barked at the white figure.

The figure in white looked at the white cat who was half wet, his sharp black eyes gradually softening.

——The lid of the tin trash can was inserted obliquely in the garbage dump, and the area covered was not enough to cover the cat's entire body. It could only squat on the only piece of dry newspaper left, with its tail flicking slightly.

The white figure walked towards the cat.

The white cat didn't seem to be afraid of people, it just looked up at him and let out a soft cry.

The figure bowed slightly, put the umbrella beside the kitten, and then left the alley without looking back.

After walking out of the alley, the white figure frowned, looking across the gradually empty street.

It's just a delay, and I can no longer find my goal.

The rain gradually wetted the clothes on his body, his hair clinged to his cheeks, his messy black hair covered his forehead, and a coolness trickled down from his neck to his back, chest and abdomen... The white figure shook his head and lost track of him.

The color of the rain is getting thicker, the sound of the rain is getting louder, the rain curtain is getting thicker, and the dull thunder is scattered in the thick dark clouds.

The white figure finally gave up searching and walked into the mosque at the end of the road.

The sound of prayers in the mosque and the footsteps of the faithful drowned out the sound of the rain.

The white figure stood in the wind and rain corridor in front of the mosque, listening to the sound of the bell ringing not far away. The rainwater slid along the surface of the body and gradually accumulated into a puddle under the feet.

Many people came to take shelter from the rain, but he was the only one who was soaked.

Not caring about the strange gazes of others, the white figure wandered aimlessly outside the mosque like a drowning ghost. Unknowingly, he came to the empty square in front of the mosque, but saw a black shadow flashing away in the promenade beside the square.

Regardless of the exclamation of the surrounding crowd, the white figure rushed towards the black shadow.He smashed away the crowd in front with lightning speed, and chased the black shadow all the way into another long corridor with few people.

The two stood in the corridor, looking at each other a few meters away.

A trace of doubt flashed across Hei Ying's face.

A sinister smile gradually appeared on the face of the white figure: "You fucking keep running?"

"Did we make a mistake?" Hei Ying hesitated, before he could finish, the white figure rushed forward, tripped him to the ground with a kick, and then sat on him to retaliate. Take the old punch.

"Grandma, dare to run in front of your grandpa Li?"

Sombra struggled: "Misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!"

After dozens of beatings, a young woman wearing a headscarf hurried over not far away, looking left and right at the same time, as if she was looking for someone.

Li Lin, who got cheap money, ran away when he saw this.

The woman couldn't catch up with Li Lin, so she had to come back crying to help her lover up. The two didn't dare to speak out, so they had to hurry to their tryst place.

On the other side of the wind and rain corridor, the real national liberation movement informant has been waiting for an hour.

302 "Latent"

boom--

A figure smashed through the blocking crowd in front, and quickly came to the informant.

The informant looked Li Lin up and down, and a look of disbelief gradually appeared on his face: "You are Said?"

"I'm not Said, are you?" Li Lin lowered his voice, and at the same time, his eyes kept scanning left and right like a thief, giving the informant in front of him an infinite sense of oppression.

The document Mustafa gave was destroyed after reading it, but it said clearly that Saeed was originally a fabricated identity, who was responsible for contacting the National Liberation Front organization.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Doesn't the joint need a sense of ritual?" Li Lin's eyes widened.

In the TV series, underground gang members lower their voices and act furtively, fearing that plainclothes police will follow them all the way.

The informant hesitated to speak, and sighed after thinking about the identity of the person in front of him: "Okay...but why are you chasing that passer-by?"

Although he had been waiting just now, he also saw Li Lin and the black shadow staged a scene of chasing and fleeing.

"Oh, you said that." Li Lin showed an undisguised disgust expression on his face, "Damn it, this bastard is having a private meeting with his lover."

"...?"

That's it?You just rushed over and beat up that innocent passerby?The informant seemed to have an old trough and didn't know how to spit it out. Seeing that the crowd around him cast interested eyes on him from time to time, he had no choice but to change direction.

"Let's go get a cup of coffee."

"Is only black tea okay?"

The informant didn't understand why Li Lin was going crazy again, so he had to obediently take him to the joint coffee shop specially for meeting.

"A cup of coffee, a cup of black tea."

The two came to the corner of the cafe and sat down. Looking at the pouring rain outside, the informant sighed, "How much do you remember about the mission?"

"Into the city of Algiers, one female student per person?" Li Lin asked tentatively.

The informant was startled: "It's not impossible... No, it's not this!"

The sallow-faced informant slapped his forehead and was almost taken into the ditch by Li Lin, and he even sighed when he came back to his senses.

Li Lin's ability to say such words shows that he is completely ignorant of the mission. Who did the organization send here...

The informant shook his head and repeated the task to Li Lin: "Our ultimate goal is to welcome the eternal achievements of the No. and your goal is to get the copy of the "Great Muslim Purana" at the University of Algiers!"

Li Linxin said what kind of shit mission this is, anyone can be a leader.

Moreover, Halal and Puranas are paired together, neither Purana nor Halal.

But right now, Li Lin is making a living under the National Liberation Front, so naturally he can't make a show of breaking the stage so quickly: "Tell me about the Puran, what does it look like?"

The informant said that you came to work without knowing anything, but considering Li Lin's previous performance, he said one thing, and two things, so he simply said it again.

"Those pagans call it the Book of the Sun, because they have not experienced the truth, and because the Puranas were destroyed by the demon named Mithras..."

The informant at the desk was chattering, but Li Lin's thoughts gradually drifted away: the so-called Mithras should be the Mithraism long before Christianity, and in the records of the Remodeling Hand, Mithraism The religion also has a more glorious name - the Invincible Sun God Sect.

The reason why they dare to call themselves the invincible sun is because the object of their worship is none other than the real sun that has not yet been divided into four parts and has infinite brilliance—the scorching sun.

Although with the passage of time, the worship of Mithraism gradually went underground, and even their Christmas was appropriated by the Orthodox Church and became the birthday festival of the Messiah, and even the sun cave that worshiped the scorching sun, It was gradually destroyed in the suppression again and again.

The sun doesn't seem to care about this, because whether there are believers who worship him or not, it will not have any impact on him, just like an old saying in the East: Heaven behaves in a proper way, neither to survive for Yao nor to perish for Jie.

The four elements of religion are external and internal: internal religious concepts and thoughts, internal religious emotions or experiences, external religious behaviors and actions, and external religious organizations and systems.And the most important core layer is the religious concept.

Even if the organizational system of Mithraism falls apart and there is no longer a place of worship, as long as the scorching sun still exists, Mithraism will not truly perish.

However, after October 1582, 10, the real scorching sun no longer existed. In Mansu’s tempering field, Sichen·Bairi Forge split the scorching sun with his own hands. The former Supreme Sichen is now divided into four, except for Him In addition to the three faces, there is also Si Chen·Wolf of Split, which symbolizes the wound at the time of splitting. In addition, the signers and immortals who once belonged to the scorching sun all disintegrated together.

Since then, the virtual world has fallen into a real cold, and there will be no more light in the woodland, but the wailing of the sun when it splits and the light of His dying time still echo in the training ground.

In the waking world, the Gregorian calendar replaced the old Julian calendar, and huge historical differences emerged. The Celestials quarreled violently in the Mansu, and the churches and nations that worshiped them fought with each other.Mortals who had no idea about this just thought that the calendar had changed, but few knew that the world had changed permanently at that moment.

What used to be truth has become fallacy, and what used to be the underlying logic of the world has loopholes—the heliocentric theory has been abandoned, the theory of heavenly movement has been swept into the ground, the Philosopher’s Stone can no longer be truly practiced, and the alchemist They can only replace their own ideas with a universal solvent called Azot.

"Hell" collapsed, and "heaven" no longer existed. For people 400 years later, this is a distant legend.

Few people know that Mithras's real name was Mithras, and Mithras was once one of the many glorious names of the blazing sun.

Of course, all the above information comes from the internal archives of Remodeling Hand, the popular science of "Silence" magazine from time to time, and the notes left by the key hunters - relying on these things, Li Lin is not just superficial. A game player, but an extraordinary person who has truly penetrated into the mysterious world.

Thinking of this, Li Lin said that he fully understood that he must get the remaining pages of "The Book of the Sun".

The informant expressed great satisfaction.

Li Lin was also very satisfied. After all, he never said that he would hand over the remaining pages of "Book of the Scorching Sun", and would he return the things in his hands to others?That must be impossible.

The informant spoke highly of Li Lin's consciousness, and at the same time silently revised his evaluation in his mind: Although he seemed to be out of tune, his loyalty to the organization was unquestionable, and his determination towards the goal was also very firm.

Thinking of this, the informant gave Li Lin another task: "Students at the University of Algiers, if there are any activities, you should leave them alone."

As if thinking of Li Lin's unparalleled personal action ability, the informant quickly added: "You don't want to get involved!"

Otherwise, the small fights of the students might really turn into a big event of "storming the governor's mansion and hanging the white pig".

303 I Have Shocking Wisdom!

Several figures appeared at the door of the apartment. They looked at each other, and they all saw tiredness and fatigue from each other.

It has been more than two hours since Li Lin left the note.

"Ah Choo!" Xing Mo sneezed.

"What's the matter?" Wilding asked, and Nian keenly noticed that Xing Tie had the smell of the sea that she hated.

"I discovered the ruins of a monastery." Xing Antimony was very excited when he talked about this, "It's about twins."

"That's really gratifying." Wilding thought about it and understood why Xing Mo was so happy.

The shrines of twin witches and twin witches share the same location. They are regarded as the same individual in the sense of mysticism, but they have different focuses, fields, and preferences, although there is not much difference between them , it seems that the status is equal, but there are always some ministers who are more equal than others.

Just like the scorching sun in the past, the current night watchman, the pupil in the door, the red cup and the day forge, this naturally includes the twins of the sea.

"But the twins of the sea are extremely threatening to human beings. Whether it is their power or preferences, they are too dangerous for the immortal." Wilding remembered the glimpse he had when he was in the foundation. The note-shaped containment made a comparison of the level of threat to the Si Chen from one to five levels.

Among them, Night Watcher·Tongzhongfei and Wandering Traveler are both 2, Day Forge is 4, and Ant Mother and Red Cup are out-and-out 5.

The twins of the sea are quite special, they are 3 and 4 when they are counted separately, but no one dares to count them together.

Wilding deeply suspected that they were able to rank five because the threat level limit of the containment was only five.

"I know, I know." Xing Tiao waved her hands happily, and she didn't know if she had listened, "What about you? What are you doing?"

Wilding's focus was originally on antique shops in Algiers, but Nian didn't seem interested in that, so their route changed from "studying antique shops, investigating through mythology and history" to surveying factories Smelting with ore, generally speaking, the harvest is not even as good as that of the stars.