Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Just before I came to the Braid Territory alone, a mysterious guy found me and said that his master wanted to join forces with me to destroy the world together.

“Although Discord Abyss loves Discord, it has no interest in ruins and nothingness, and I don’t know what the other party thinks.

"But I couldn't see through that person's personality and strength, and I could vaguely feel that his power came from a deep malice.

"For some reason, this feeling always reminds me of the saint you once pursued and who is pursuing you now. It's like two opposing forces."

Thackeresin picked up the wooden cup, took a swig of the wine, and then told Logos an incident that suddenly made him wary.

"Is he wearing a gray robe and a crying mask on his face?" Rogers thought about it for a moment, then asked solemnly.

"How do you know? Have you really awakened and become a prophet?" Sacredson's face showed surprise, and then he said seriously: "You must hide it, a prophet is not a good identity."

"I understand. It's precisely because I am you that I dare to be so straightforward." Rogers replied with a chuckle.

In the end, before the BOSS was born, he had a servant who acted as his plan, and that person was dressed in a gray robe.

Then Luo Gesi did not go in depth, and recalled old times with Sacraesen for a long time. It was not until the sun went down that Sacraesen reluctantly said goodbye.

Thackeresin couldn't stay in one place for long, so he had to leave Braidland tonight, and he didn't know when the next time the two of them would meet.

In the next three days, Luo Gesi continued to inspect the construction status of the magic network in his own territory and helped with various optimizations.

During this period, he also fully disclosed his ambition to massively fund the construction of public schools and allow civilians to have a glimpse of the mystery.

But leaving behind these waves, he left home alone and headed to the edge of the Green Valley, into the mountains at the junction of the Eastern and Southern Realms. He used the usual method of using the Shadow Demon to cover his whereabouts.

According to the original plot, the gray-robed servant would not appear until a long time after the four major disasters. The opponent's premature appearance made Luo Gesi return to his previous slightly urgent mentality of wanting to quickly improve his strength.

If the other party will actively look for the Son of the Abyss of Disorder, they will most likely try to use the Son of the Abyss.

Therefore, he must gain strength as quickly as possible, and then go after the gray-robed man after escaping. Even if it is not for world peace, the other party should be able to serve as a good piece of firewood.

Deep in a cave, soft light falls from a skylight-like round hole in the roof of the cave, illuminating this deep space.

The rock walls inside the cave reveal mottled colors and rich textures due to the light. The breeze blows the light from the skylight, causing the light spots to dance in the space, casting mottled and intertwined shadows.

However, unlike this picture-scroll-like scenery, dozens of guys wearing various strange costumes gathered around it, worshiping a large stone corona under the overhead light.

The corona is like a natural tilted altar, outlining delicate lines and exquisite carvings. Under the sunlight, the corona surface shines with a slight crystal light, and there is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere surrounding it.

More than half of the people worshiping the sun corona were old people, and they all exuded a rather strong aura inadvertently.

【inform! The gods of the Abyss cast their gaze upon you. 】

After Luo Gesi entered the cave, everyone present touched their chests and saluted Luo Gesi, and consciously gave way to a path leading to the corona.

"If you want to start fighting later, don't get too close to Green Valley."

He slowly scanned the crowd and spoke a warning in a calm voice.

Until now, the gods have not yet determined which one will be in charge for which period of time, but the believers do not want to waste time on this, so they came up with the idea of ​​establishing a time sequence first, and then gaining time based on their ability.

After many religious groups offered sacrifices to communicate with the gods, this idea was also approved by the gods.

Logos could imagine that in the future, for the power to control time, the battles both overt and covert would definitely increase exponentially.

As for the period of time that the gods hold, I am afraid that it will continue to change with the passage of time, but for Luo Gesi, this is nothing to care about.

After all, what the gods valued about him was only his achievements and symbols obtained by thoroughly clarifying and refining the concept of time using clocks.

All he has to do is to use his achievements and symbols, as well as his ability to connect to the bottomless pit, to allow the gods to better connect time.

When Logos put his hand in front of the crown needle, all the surrounding believers gathered around the crown, slowly knelt on the ground, and whispered the unique prayer songs of each sect.

With their own prayers and beliefs, their songs were intertwined in an orderly manner, creating an atmosphere that was sacred and solemn but also grotesque due to their costumes.

Light and shadow pass through the cave, outlining every curved rock wall and every hanging stalactite. Prayers float in the air like cigarette smoke rising.

Luo Gesi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, waiting for the reflection of the crown needle to reach due north.

“I divided the hours, minutes and seconds to make a clock, and then hung the clock in the air to imprint the flow of time on the material.

"It has nothing to do with the sun or the moon; it is not a creation of nature, but my creation..."

As the mantra emanating from the true name was uttered, the originally broad hour grid on the sun's corona gradually became more detailed, until the needle shadow reached true north, and the majestic bells resounded in the cave, causing the earth to tremble.

The tremor began to spread, like the wind rising quietly, like music playing from the boundless void, and like a pair of invisible hands caressing the strings of time.

Logos felt the feedback from the gods of the Abyss, and felt the surge of accompanying bonuses after the mission was completed.

He can clearly realize that he can no longer only backtrack and pause like before, but can affect the speed and slowness like turning a roulette wheel.

His mood was ebbing and flowing, and he tried to focus on his breathing to calm the chaos and noise.

Due to the blessing of the gods, the world's curtain has modified the present world, making the prompt box that the gods cannot look at pop up. Logos also slowly retracted his palm.

He carefully felt the passage of time with a completely different perception than usual.

In the end, Rogers' eyes calmly swept over the group of believers who were about to move. After repeating the initial warning, he took out the silver ring given by Alice, filled it with magic power, and returned to the Earl's Mansion in an instant.

[Name: Timing]

[Type: Companion bonus]

[Effect ①: Time retrieval, the duration is based on changes in one's own strength, and can be activated three times a day. 】

[Effect ②: Time stops, the duration is based on changes in one's own strength, and there is no limit on the number of times. 】

[Effect ③: Time toggle, the speed is based on the change of your own strength, there is no limit on the number of times. 】

[Note: Because of your contribution to nailing the new era into the world, a brand new time is flowing at your fingertips. If you don’t abandon it, it will not abandon you. 】

Luo Gesi sat on the sofa in the bedroom, staring at the panel, reaching out and slowly touching the empty time in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

He could sense that the [Time Series Special Code] was just like the [Enlightenment Special Code], and now he had the foundation to be promoted to a miracle.

And his achievements have been completed. All that is missing is the ascension of his status.

At present, he relies on [Enlightenment Miracle], and the time he can set is between three seconds, but because there is no limit to the number of times, as long as he has enough saved power, he can become the king of time unscrupulously.

It's a pity that the activation of [Timing Special] still requires nearly a second of forward movement, and this forward movement will become longer and longer as the power is lacking, otherwise it would be more perfect.

"It's almost time for the Pantheon Tournament. When do you plan to get the Wind Catastrophe?"

Elena looked at Luo Gesi groping around in the void, with an inexplicable silly look on his face, and raised her hand to pinch his cheek and asked.

“As time passes and fate changes, I am the only one who holds this intricate clue in my hands.

"I will go on stage, I will sing loudly, I will pave the way for a death that can carry great significance, and I will let the world compose songs for me and praise me..."

Logos waved away Alina's outstretched palm. He suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms, and with a solemn face recited words that were full of Chuni's breath, like lines from a drama.

However, as Alina also stood up and stared at him with her amber eyes, he turned around and coughed softly: "Pack up, we will leave tomorrow."

Chapter 4: Wind-Driven (k)

In a corner of the backyard garden of the Earl's Mansion, there stands an elegant pavilion.

It is built of white marble, the vaulted roof is decorated with exquisite patterns, and is surrounded by beautifully carved railings. It is open on all sides, so you can feel the comfort of the breeze.

All kinds of precious flowers and plants are planted around the pavilion. The bright flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the vines spread on the railings, forming a green fence.

Luo Gesi sat in the pavilion, smelling the fragrance of flowers carried by the breeze, and feeling the comfort that passed over his skin.

Wind, among the four symbolic origins, is the most formless, qualityless, infinite, and uncertain thing.

It is both hot and cold. When it is sparse, it is fire; when it is concentrated, it is cloud, water, earth, and stone.

Some sages even directly compared it to chaos, saying that its gathering, separation, separation and union constitute all things in the world.

However, at this moment, Luo Gesi only felt that the wind made the years grow longer here, and time seemed to be frozen in this ethereal place, making people feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment.

The wind brings the sound of gurgling water from a distance, and the birds sing happily among the treetops, as if they are composing a hymn for this beautiful summer.

However, Earl and Lady Breed, who were sitting next to Rogers, completely ignored the wind.

"I thought it would take a while..."

Earl Breed's eyes were deep as he stared at Rogers. This little guy who once only acted like a spoiled brat has now grown up and grown to the point where he can no longer look down.

He had this hunch when he heard that Rogers funded public schools to offer magic courses, but the emotional fetters still prevented the earl from thinking deeply about its implications.

"The world outside the pavilion moves too fast. I have to go ahead of it in order to achieve my goals."

Although Luo Gesi saw a smile on his father's lips, if he looked closely, he could see that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes showed reluctance and worry.

Mrs. Breed gently took Rogers into her arms, letting him cling to her like a child, describing her attachment with a wordless hug.

"Is there no way to come back?" Her tone was slightly hoarse, and she asked the unbearable question softly.

"When my brother or sister is born, if circumstances permit, I will find a way to come back." Luo Gesi replied softly.

There are many smart people in this world. After he has dealt with the catastrophic wind disaster, he will inevitably make various associations with the name "Prophet".

After all, this series of events cannot be excused by luck or coincidence, and Luo Gesi becoming a prophet is not a bad thing for most people who are hostile to him.

He didn't want to cause endless trouble to his parents because of himself, and he himself needed to create an isolated and helpless environment in order to launch his own plan.

Mrs. Breed hugged him harder and harder, as if she wanted to convey all her love and blessings to Rogers.

The curtains beside the pavilion were moved by the wind, making a soft rustling sound. The sunlight shed mottled light and shadow through the dome of the pavilion, and fell on the ground to form beautiful spots. Together with the wind, it blurred everything in the pavilion.

……

The four majestic horses raised their heads and necks and let out a low and powerful neigh.

As the driver tightened his grip on the reins and tilted his body slightly backward, the horses also began to leap in unison, tapping the ground regularly and making bursts of hoofbeats.

Rogers sat on the right side of the carriage, leaning his elbows against the window sill, looking calmly at the scene of speeding out the window that was gradually accelerating.

In addition to him, there were Alice, Elena and Lufia in the car, the latter two of whom ran out with Rogers without informing their parents.

The vampire was ordered to hide by Logos and would be summoned when he needed it. The events of the Wind Catastrophe were not suitable for the other party to participate too much.

The three girls seemed to be able to feel Luo Gesi's unspeakable emotions, so they did not say anything, and quietly looked through the window at the scene in the distance.

Time flew by, and the four of them rushed to the Western Territory through the White Teleportation Tower. When they walked out of the teleportation array, they did not look for the carriage. Instead, under the leadership of Luo Gesi, Yufeng flew towards their destination.

Lufia was not yet proficient in mastering the flying magic, so she was carried on Luo Gesi's back, and together they looked down at the endless grassland.

The grass is yellowish, as if it has been dried by the sun, the distant horizon is blurred, and the grassland and the blue and clear sky are glued to each other.

The Wind Catastrophe is completely different from the previous three disasters. The difficulty in dealing with it does not come from external factors, but that it has grown extremely powerful.

It is only because of the characteristics of the symbol of wind itself, coupled with its moderate residence in place, that the world did not notice its existence before it completely exploded.

"Go down." Luo Gesi said softly, and the four of them landed on the ground.

Just when they were standing on the grass, a clear and quiet feeling enveloped them. There was no sound of wind or human voice, only the sound of heartbeat echoing in their ears.

The silent grassland reveals a kind of loneliness and desolation, as if it is a forgotten and imprisoned world.

"After I draw out the Wind Catastrophe later, I will follow the previously rehearsed plan to expel it in a large area, and then you will help me block subsequent attacks while I devour it.

"If the nearby high priest of the Pantheon arrives earlier than expected because of the noise, Alice will tell him that everything is going well to prevent the other party from intervening..."

Luo Gesi told about the plan that had been deliberated several times in advance. However, in the middle of the sentence, his eyes suddenly froze and stared straight into the distance.

If it weren't for his caution, after entering the Western Territory, he had been expending energy to maintain the operation of the [Enlightenment Special Code], and he was still unable to effectively detect the guy snooping far away on the horizon.

"Is it a miracle? People who have achieved miracles by virtue of their merits at this young age are considered to be astounding and brilliant throughout history."

Accompanied by slightly slow applause, a figure wearing a hooded gray robe appeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

The other person's face was covered with a pure white mask. The exquisite carvings on the mask made the eyes slightly closed, and the corners of the mouth were slightly tilted downward, as if silently expressing sadness and grief.

The texture of the mask is fine and even, and the smooth surface reflects weak light. A pair of light gray eyes can be vaguely seen behind the two gaps.

"I have had many names and titles. The earliest name has long been erased by time. You can call me the Sorrowful One."

The Sorrowful Man was extremely tall, and when he approached them, Rogers and his companions had to raise their heads to look him in the eye.

In addition, the opponent's method of moving out of thin air just now was completely at the level of gold level, which invisibly added a lot of pressure.

"Do you have a magic eye? For example, when you activate a very powerful skill, you will shout some lines about destroying reality and smashing the world?"

Lufia observed the mourner curiously. After looking at him for a while, she asked curiously.

"Huh?" The Sorrowful One was obviously stunned, and then replied to Lufia in a deep tone:

"Language does have its power, and the tongue has the power to influence the world. Our words are not just a sound, but will continue to vibrate and spread in the dark to affect things that people can know and things that people cannot know.

"In this regard, the young man you are accompanying should have a deep understanding of this. His exploration of language is unprecedented."

Lufia nodded repeatedly when she heard this, especially when the other party mentioned Rogers, her face became even more determined: