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

The promotion has failed, and now the focus is on how to escape.

Roland knew very well that anyone who could be watched and cared for by Si Chen would definitely be able to predict that as a moth-like transcendent, he should not have only one face.

Roland took a breath, looked around, and confirmed where he was at the moment.

- Headquarters of the National Liberation Front.

No one expected that the headquarters of the National Liberation Front was located in a low bungalow in a slum, but on the other hand, as the headquarters of the entire Liberation Front, it should be located in a place with a huge flow of people.

Gathering his mind, Roland immediately opened the drawer after changing his face, took out a small pistol and put it in his pocket, then opened the drawer, and took out a delicate tooth from it.

The tooth could not be seen from any animal, but Roland stuffed it into the pistol solemnly.

Raising his hand and pinching his face, Roland pushed the door calmly.

The moment the door was pushed open, an indescribable noise came from outside, but Roland's movements froze.

The uproar was not a quarrel caused by mutual buying and selling, but the sound of teams of patrolmen beating people with riot batons, the sound of patrolmen shooting down rebels with pistols, and the sound of them using shields and guns. The sound of a sledgehammer smashing the door.

At the front of the group of patrol officers was a girl with short flyer-girl hair, a weird black mask, a string of cheap pearl necklaces hanging around her neck, and a feather-like ornament on her temples.

She stood in the midst of the noise and chaos.

Roland stood at the door with a pistol on his forehead.

"I didn't expect that we would meet in this situation, my lord governor."

The exile greeted him softly, like an old friend reunited after a long absence.

The hustle and bustle of Algiers seems to be far away. This ancient city surrounded by mountains on three sides is extremely silent at sunset. There are whales chirping in the sound of the tide, and a white bird flies across the twilight sky.

Roland opened his mouth.

Then he fell backwards, and there was a string of splashes of blood on the door panel.

318 I see you

Roland woke up again.

This time the memory is very clear, without fragments.

But the process of losing consciousness still exists, and it is longer than last time.

Each replacement of the old self requires a balance between the old and the new, as precarious as a dancer finding just the right tiny foothold on a light-drenched stage.

A large amount of memory is like a rushing river, and Roland recalled what happened before under the scouring of memory.

Ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate his skin unless it was a special bullet, but since the opponent came prepared, he made sure that the bullets in his gun would definitely penetrate his defense.

But the point is not here, but why he was exposed?

Compared with other identities, although the identity of the leader of the National Liberation Front "Ali" is well-known, it is actually more concealed, not to mention the anti-divination measures. Ability.

How did they find themselves?

Roland used to enjoy the unknown, because the true meaning of moths is "knowing nothing", but he never thought that "unknown" would bring him such great fear one day.

He could have calmly used Ali's identity to set off another riot that swept across the city and turn the situation back to the side that is beneficial to him.

However, he just stepped out of the door and was shot in the head?

Neither of the two most useful identities played their role. Roland sat on the chair blankly, feeling like a boxer with no wisdom. A tank came up.

Whether as Governor Roland or Ali Imam, he has set up his own game in Algiers, and he is confident that he will play all these outsiders until their will collapses.

The situation did develop according to his imagination at the beginning-the exile was attacked, and the conflict was transferred to the lover, and then took the opportunity to take over the manuscript fragments they used to help him find the Book of the Sun...Obviously It's normal up to this point.

Why did it suddenly turn into this kind of table-turning situation?

"No, it's not as helpless as I thought."

Roland was keenly aware that he had fallen into a misunderstanding. Li Lin felt that his situation was so difficult that he did not choose to tangle with him, but chose to behead him as quickly as possible.

Although it is difficult to behead a moth-shaped Transcendent, it is much more convenient than following the true or false clues around the city of Algiers.

As long as you give him time, those pre-set games can be revitalized, and I still have cards to play with them slowly!

As long as there is time!

Roland tapped his forehead, and he finally integrated the violent emotions in his body again, balancing the precarious old self with the new self.

At this moment, he is in the Kasbah District where the rich live, and the place where he is located is the leading villa in the Kasbah District.

"So this time I am Mustafa?" Mustafa, no, Roland let out a breath and looked around vigilantly.

Mustafa's villa was arranged by the governor, with emphasis on preventive divination.

Even from the perspective of anti-divination alone, Mustafa's villa is higher than the Governor's Mansion and Ali's house.

Because this is not only the shelter that Roland set up in advance, but also the place where he used to perform rituals to his mentor and the gods he believed in.

The anti-divination ritual buried in the walls and zenith is the first layer of protection, while the strong influence of the basement is the second layer of protection!

It's just that Roland is still a little uneasy at the moment. Since Li Lin can find himself once, maybe he can find him a second time - he is a voter who has been favored by Si Chen!

"Fortunately, the God of Promise is not good at divination... Wait, there seems to be Qi in the realm of God of Promise?"

Roland's face turned ugly for a moment: "No wonder!"

Revelation is the law of revealing, opening and dismantling, and the protection of ignorance is to some extent dismantled by the law of symbolic revealing.

"If that's the case, I might already be in his sights again!"

The sun had already set, and the only thing left in the sky was the deep purple sunset glow. The cool evening breeze came from a distance, but Roland felt hot all over, and couldn't help sweating profusely.

It was clear that he was the one with the advantage in terms of layout, but Roland looked like a gambler who had lost a lot at the gambling table.

The night gradually fell, and there was silence in the elegant study room.

But a creepy laughter sounded from Roland's throat.

"Cluck, cluck..."

It was like the sound of a dead man digging into tombstones and coffins with his fingernails.

He raised his head from his arms, and the deep black light flashed in his eyes again.

Upon closer inspection, it was not light, but the reflection of light falling on the surface of his pupils.

Roland stood up bit by bit. He took out a gold ring from the cabinet and put it on his little finger.

There was a turquoise inlaid in the tail ring made of gold, and he clenched his fist to keep it secret.

Roland pushed open the door, he was ready to meet his fate.

There is a refreshing wind outside the door, no one is holding a pistol to his forehead, and there is no steel majestic giant smashing himself into meat paste with a spear.

Roland stood in the corridor covered with gorgeous carpets, and suddenly laughed out loud, out of breath.

He knew he had won his bet.

But now is still not the time to relax, he needs to race against time to get help from mentors and gods!

Roland ran all the way to his basement.

The bronze key was inserted into the keyhole, turned left three and a half times and then twisted. The heavy door suddenly opened. Roland cautiously withdrew the key and closed the door again.

He walked in the downward corridor, the torches on the stone walls on both sides flickered, as if he was gradually walking towards the underworld and death.

He thought of Mansu, Mansu has no distinction between left and right, front and back, only up and down, the closer to the glow, the more upward, the closer to the void and the lightless sea, the more downward.

Roland quickly drove the ominous thought out of his mind.

Finally he stood on the solid ground, staring at the etched ground in front of him, as well as the ever-burning torches, the golden cups, coins, daggers and bells placed in the four corners.

Roland walked into the very center of the ceremony, picked up the silver dagger placed on the altar, and swiped it around.

The air twisted for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

This symbolizes that the surrounding environment has been "purified" in an occult sense.

Roland closed his eyes, and first chanted the "honorable name" of his mentor.

"In the crevices of the woodland, the unrestrained free one;"

"A shelter from prying eyes in the lightless darkness;"

"In the void of sleep, the unseen forgotten;"

"Among dead and non-dead fossils, the ancients who are not extinct."

"Protector of dancers and musicians in Algiers, scale species flying into the woodlands..."

The candlelight was dim, and Roland felt that his eyes were getting hazy, and the dark shadow of the forest was gradually covering him.

Just when there was a burst of joy in the bottom of his heart, the illusion of the woodland in front of him disappeared instantly, and he was still standing in the circular ceremony, surrounded by the hideous familiar scenery.

Roland stood there sluggishly. From the brief connection just now, he felt...fear?

Teachers are also afraid?

......

"I saw him."

Teresa stared at the woodland, holding the pair of dark glasses in her hand, so that she could only speak with her back to Nian.

But even so, the brilliant light still radiated from her body, making even Nian feel hot.

"One more time." Teresa said encouragingly, "One more time, I can meet him."

319 Namers

Roland stood in the basement with flickering candles, dripping with cold sweat.

The previous feeling of being at a loss as if being watched by a higher gaze returned again.

He could clearly feel that his mentor was about to touch him and pull him into the ignorant shelter of the shadow of the woodland, but what happened to make the mentor feel afraid and give up on himself?

The corners of Roland's mouth raised unconsciously. He felt more and more that he was trapped in an absurd play, and that someone was watching him perform this wonderful show.

"Very good." He heard his voice resounding in the candlelight, "Then let's return to the woodland together."

Roland's heart was filled with hatred, not only for Li Lin, for the exiles, but also for the mentor who abandoned him.

He re-arranged the altar, removed the blackened gold cup and the muddy water, smiled coldly and pierced the dagger into his skin.

"It hurts...it hurts...but why does my heart feel happy because of it?" Roland hissed and laughed, and sliced ​​off the skin on his arm, exposing the bright red tendon In the air, blood spurted out.

Roland knew a ritual that even his mentor didn't know, and the first step in this ritual was to ask the apprentice to peel off the skin on his body.

This was Roland's first time to use this ritual. Logically speaking, it should be a little unfamiliar, but it was not as bumpy as expected. He used the dagger to tear his own skin like ragged clothes.

He didn't plan to call his mentor any more.

Roland knew the nature of his mentor. In the past, before he ascended into the forest, he never took the initiative to cause trouble, unless he was absolutely sure that he would choose to act.

Even now that he has become a scale species and the immortal of the Striped King, the mentor has not become more courageous, but has become more cautious.

The mentor will not help himself anymore, Roland is so sure.

Then you can only bypass the mentor and directly invite the gods to which the mentor belongs—there are only seven signees under the King of Stripes.

Its honor name is [Different Knot Wing], and it ranks first among the seven signees of the Striped King!

There is no doubt that it is dangerous to perform rituals directly to the gods beyond the mentor. The chaotic and longing impulses from the moth phase can easily steal the apprentice's mind, and the influence of the gods' gaze can cause widespread reactions.

But Roland didn't care at all. He even had the urge to ask the Striped King directly if the Different Knot Wing didn't respond to his prayer.

A considerable part of Sichen is extremely dangerous to humans, including ant mothers, twins, split wolves... Naturally, it also includes the striped king, Sichen Moth, who protects the alien species in the woodland.

"Wanderer floating in the night, protector of sleeping soul;"

"Nests made of heterochromatic hair knots, imaginary fossils;"

"Oldest and first of all scale species, forest moth with black and white wings, eldest son of the Striped King!"

Roland smiled crazily: "I am here to pray for your coming, and I am here to call your name, on the land protected by the salt water, under the gaze of the mother of the mountains, in the time of escape! "

"I tan my skin for a garment, I tear my face for a mask, I give my body for an idol."

He tore off his eyeballs and placed them in the palms of his left and right hands.

"I offer my eye like a jewel to the scale species, let him take it to his lair in the woodland."