Chapter 258 Praise to Allah The day has dawned and the sun is rising. …
Gao Mengtang fell from a great height, groaning in pain and feeling dizzy. The white mist in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, and after his vision was restored, the first thing Gao Mengtang saw was a complex and precise black and white magic array.
The magic circle covers an area of 400 square meters, with no end in sight. The 12 moon phases are distributed on the edge like clock scales. Gao Mengtang is lying in the full moon symbol in the moon phase diagram.
Above my head was a semicircular dome that looked like closed petals. The walls were pitch black and I couldn't tell where it was.
He tried to walk out, but just as he touched the edge of the moon phase chart, a barrier blocked his way.
"Boss!" Bai Jie's voice came from the left, "How are you?"
He Lun was on Gao Mengtang's right side. He had just woken up. He held his head which was hurt from the fall and stood up in confusion.
Directly opposite Gao Mengtang was Wei Wei, who was standing in a pure black moonless moon phase pattern. Behind him was a sculpture of Wise King Eleven. He was wearing a black robe and holding a gemless staff in front of him with both hands. His wide sleeves hung straight to the ground.
"Why are we here!" Duan Song shouted.
He Lun: "Brother Mengtang, what kind of magic circle is this? Is this a magic circle that teleports back to the Moon Banner?"
Gao Mengtang really wanted to explain it to them, but there was no suitable opportunity because a narrow door appeared in front of Gao Mengtang and Xiao Tien walked out in the void, followed by two rows of expressionless servants.
"How are you, Wise King Twelve." Xiao Tien's body was very hunched. He put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice. In just a few seconds, his bent back gradually straightened up, and the wrinkles on his skin like an old tree were quickly smoothed out.
From an old man in his twilight years, he quickly became a tall and straight young man. His skin was as smooth as white wax, which could not be melted by fire or penetrated by light.
Gao Mengtang showed his unhappiness clearly on his face: "I'm sick."
Xiao Tien: “…”
"You killed four of us, so stop being so hypocritical and polite," Gao Mengtang said calmly, but didn't give him any face at all. "I'd rather teach a puppy to bow than play tricks with you."
"Heh..." Xiao Tien chuckled, and the servants behind him dispersed, in groups of four, and walked towards the 12 players in the moon phase chart.
The cuffs of the black robe slid down along the skinny arms, revealing Xiao Tien's strangely smooth arms. He passed through the barrier and stroked Gao Mengtang's cheek with the back of his hand.
"You hate us...that's normal. Who are you...the perfect twelfth wise king." Xiao Tien spoke to herself, not caring whether Gao Mengtang listened or not.
"Kind, beautiful, noble, powerful, sincere, and loving. The soul closest to perfection. But--" Xiao Tien's voice suddenly turned cold. He pinched Gao Mengtang's chin and pulled her in front of his face. Their noses were almost touching, with only a thin barrier between them.
"——Have you ever thought about who made you perfect?" Xiao Tien exhaled coldly through his teeth, "It was the Eleventh Wise King! He carved your soul! He is the perfect master!"
Xiao Tien turned around abruptly and walked slowly to the center of the magic circle, where there was a sun painted on it. He opened his arms and embraced the statue of the Eleventh Wise King.
"Return, my true master, my true saint."
The magic circle rotated, making a creaking sound like gears rubbing against each other, and the black and white lines lit up and went out alternately. The servants' hands penetrated the water-like barrier and held down the arms of the 12 players.
Those flickering lines seemed to break free from the ground, turning into twitching worms, drilling into the player's temples, eyes, and ears... The complicated whispers in his mind became louder and louder.
At first, the players were still able to struggle, but as the speed of the magic circle became faster and faster, their spirits were severely polluted. They stood there in a daze, their eyes empty and their lips pale.
Only Gao Mengtang remained conscious. The black swamp broke the servant's arm. He rushed towards Xiao Tien, and the barrier stuck to Gao Mengtang like a very elastic film.
15 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters... getting closer and closer to Xiao Tien, the tension of the film also reached its limit. Gao Mengtang's fingers were less than 10 centimeters away from Xiao Tien.
The Spear of Azathoth vibrated hummingly. Its instinct was to attack any existence that threatened the safety of its master, even though Gao Mengtang had ordered it not to attack automatically.
At this moment, the Spear of Azathoth was like a mad dog trying to break free from its chains, and the previous orders could not completely restrain it.
The magic circle was still spinning rapidly, and except for Gao Mengtang, all the other players were drowsy.
Gao Mengtang picked up the spear floating beside him and pointed it at Xiao Tien's forehead.
Xiao Tien turned his head and glanced at him with the corner of his eye: "Hey, Spear of Azathoth...are you going to use it to attack me? No, it won't do that."
The vibration of the spear made his palm numb, and the film was stretched to be almost transparent. Several arms stretched out from the black swamp, grasped the end of the spear, and exerted force together.
The cold light approached two inches closer, only two fingers away from Xiao Tien's forehead. He did not dodge, but turned around awkwardly and stiffly: "Your biggest enemy is not me. I believe that the spear will kill Wei Wei first."
Gao Mengtang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his lips moved, and he asked silently: What did you say...
"Chief, save us!" Song Zhong was lying at the 7 o'clock position, next to Wei Wei. He saw the ominous purple spear, shuddered, and sobered up a little: "Save us, don't let it point in my direction!"
Xiao Tien took two steps to the side, but the spear was still pointing in the original direction, towards Wei Wei. Gao Mengtang tried his best to turn it around, but the spear didn't move at all.
"Wise King Twelve, please think about this carefully." Xiao Tien said in his voice that was between old and young. The black pupil of his left eye split in the middle and was torn into two halves like mitosis, forming an ∞ symbol.
The color of the newly split eyeball gradually faded, and finally turned into the light gray color unique to moon creatures.
The flickering light reflected in his strange eyes, and the runes crawled between Xiao Tien's cheekbones and jaw. The shimmering magic circle in front of him gradually merged into a series of pictures like a revolving lantern. Dust-covered memories flooded into Gao Mengtang's mind.
In front of him was a note, with beautiful and cold handwriting. Gao Mengtang had never seen it before, but he knew that it was the note of the Eleventh Prince.
[He is a madman who brings doomsday]
The note found among the relics of the Eleventh Wise King. The "He" in this sentence refers to the Twelfth Wise King.
"Hui Shi, is this really the case?" The Twelve Wise King looked at the note on the table, as if he was asking a question, or as if he was talking to himself.
Hui Shi, the loyal servant of Wise King XII, holds a scepter in his hand - the scepter specially bestowed by the Supreme Order to Wise King Eleven, and the gem on the top is the Stone of the End.
After a moment of silence, Hui Shi said softly, "No, Your Highness, there must be a chance for things to turn around."
The twelfth wise king came over, picked up the scepter, and looked at it for a moment. With a click, he broke off the gem on the top. Hui Shi lowered his hand dejectedly and did not stop him.
The appearance of the End Stone is exactly the same as the Moon Ore Ore that is very common in the other world. But this stone contains the energy that can cut through all barriers...
He clenched his fingers tightly around the gem, injected energy into it, and then Wise King Twelve held the stone and drew it in the air.
There was no spatial rift, no narrow door, and even no energy fluctuations. Everything was the same as before. The five fingers of the twelfth wise king gradually clenched, and the smoky blue blood vessels bulged. The gem was shattered into powder.
This is not the Stone of the End at all, but ordinary Moon Ore.
They look the same, and Wise King Eleven carved a moonstone into the exact same shape as the Stone of the End and replaced the gem on the scepter.
And the Eleventh Wise King wrote in his suicide note that the replaced Stone of the End was carved into the soul of the Twelfth Wise King.
"The unique twelfth wise king, a life shaped by the Stone of the End," Xiao Tien put his forehead against the tip of the spear, "Have you ever thought about why other wise kings can't even leave the Black Tower, but you can travel to the surface world and jump around for so many years?"
Gao Mengtang kept raising the spear to stab, staring at him coldly.
"Once the End Stone is activated, one of the inner and outer worlds is destined to be destroyed." Xiao Tien became a little younger, and the magic circle gave him a lot of energy.
"Wise King Twelve, you have fought against fate countless times. You wanted to suppress the power of the End Stone, but you still followed the instincts of the End Stone and became a madman. The inner world is heading towards doomsday because of you."
Xiao Tien took two steps to the side, leaving enough space, and continued, "You can't die, because the Stone of the End has only one natural enemy, the Stone of Saprolingence. It is the stone that merged into Wei Wei's body."
"Great blind man, do you want to kill Wei Wei? Please." Xiao Tien bowed gracefully.
The sound of the magic circle turning became sharper and sharper, like the whistle of hot water before boiling. On the opposite side, the scepter in the hand of the statue of the Eleventh King disappeared, it spread its palms, slowly opened its arms, and pulled its sleeves open like a curtain.
Behind the sleeves was a narrow door. With his skinny arms, Xian Wang Thirteen clung to the door sill and climbed out little by little.
The murderous intent coming from the narrow door gave Song Zhong a flash of inspiration. He shouted, "Gao Mengtang, don't let go of that spear! Take it back quickly!"
"Come, kill your friend." Xiao Tien smiled confidently. He knew that Gao Mengtang would not do this. He was set up as a saint. Even if a homeless person starved to death on the roadside, it would touch his soft nerves...
The strong wind blowing out of the narrow door whistled through Gao Mengtang's hair. He smiled brightly: "You don't know me at all."
Xiao Tien's confident smile froze for a moment.
"The End Stone is destined to destroy a world, and I have killed countless people." Gao Mengtang said calmly. The Iron Lady appeared behind him, holding the Spear of Azathoth with a bronze metal arm, and pushed forward.
The membrane was stretched to the extreme and could make a loud noise like a guitar string and then break at any time.
Gao Mengtang whispered as if telling a secret: "What if we kill one more Wei Wei?"
Clang! The membrane was pierced, and the powerful elastic force that erupted scattered Gao Mengtang and the others. The Spear of Azathoth flew straight out like an arrow from a bow.
At the same moment when the film shattered, Gao Mengtang shouted to Song Zhong: "Teleport!!"
All the fear accumulated in the past seemed to turn into potential at this moment. Adrenaline rushed into every part of his body. Song Zhong felt that the scene in front of him was very slow, flashing by frame by frame like a time-lapse photography.
Teleport.
That's right, teleport.
At the moment when the Spear of Azathoth lost control, Song Zhong made a motion to tear open a crack.
The spear pierced into the dark red crack, leaving a purple mark in the air. In midair, another crack appeared almost at the same time as the first one, hanging directly above Xiao Tien's head.
All this happened in just one second. Before Xiao Tien could even raise his head, he felt a large amount of fluid flowing out of his body and blood hanging on his eyelids.
His eyelids became very heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried. Xiao Tien's pupils were dilated, and he fell straight back. The last thing he saw was a pale arm hanging on the neck of the Thirteenth King.
The arm of the half-dead man. His beloved master.
Xiao Tien raised her hands with the remaining strength, wanting to throw herself into the arms of God, like a child throwing herself into the arms of her mother.
The Spear of Azathoth was driven into the ground one meter deep, still trembling. The soil cracked, the magic circle collapsed, the whistling sound caused by the rotation stopped, and the membrane that trapped the players disappeared.
The narrow door only had a gap of half a meter wide, and the Thirteenth King climbed out sideways.
"Attack the Thirteenth King!" Gao Mengtang pulled out his spear, "Song Zhong, hurry!"
"Okay!"
They repeated their old tricks, and when the spear flew towards Wei Wei, they used Song Zhong's teleportation rift to deflect it. The spear of Azathoth pierced the nose of the wise king Thirteen and passed through his body.
A drop of dark brown blood dripped onto the floor, instantly corroding the ground into pits.
"Oh no, he is the Deathborn..." He Lun ran to Gao Mengtang with a pale face.
They had experienced in many instances how powerful the life force of the dead was. The thirteenth king was pierced all over, but before the second drop of blood fell, the wound healed and the twisted nose grew back.
"We should run away." Song Zhong was so scared that his legs were shaking. "I feel that their target is only Wei Wei."
Song Zhong's grasp of the situation was correct. The target of the Wise King Thirteen was indeed not them. He spread out his five fingers, pinned down Wei Wei, and unfolded his arms that were clasped behind his back layer by layer.
But... Gao Mengtang smiled helplessly: "Where to run? The only exit is the narrow door, which leads to the other world. I can survive, but you can't."
Song Zhong wanted to teleport out, but the magic circle still had some power left, so his skills could only be used within this semicircular stone cover.
After the Spear of Azathoth pierced the Wise King XIII, it flew through the narrow gate and into the other world. They had lost their most powerful weapon. Attack with skills? The Wise King XIII should not need to be tickled now.
What's more, Gao Mengtang didn't think that the Thirteenth King would let them go easily.
His arms were blooming like flowers, and thousands of fingers were twitching in the air. The Thirteenth Wise King said nothing, but everyone present could feel his enthusiasm.
Finally, the last layer of arms unfolded, and the players held their breath unconsciously. This time, they had to face the half-dead... Where was the half-dead?
Dong dong dong dong dong. A series of knocking sounds rang out as Bai Jie knocked the ground with his walking stick [Ruyi], and the broken lines of the magic circle rippled in layers.
"Are you looking for this?" A withered body appeared out of thin air in Bai Jie's hand. He grabbed the half-dead body by the neck and threw it to the ground. He put his cane against its throat and said, "I stole it."
Everyone's faces changed instantly, and they quickly realized that the half-dead man was just an empty shell. A higher-level corpse. But it was just a corpse.
Bai Jie couldn't steal particularly high-level items, such as resurrection coins or mirror lake fragments. But his skills, coupled with the enhancement of the [Wish] cane, were more than enough to steal a corpse.
The remaining nerves of the half-dead body made the corpse react conditionedly, and it grasped the cane and struggled weakly.
But Gao Mengtang and others still underestimated the Wise King Thirteen.
He roared, and the players immediately started bleeding from all seven orifices, and fell to their knees. Even Pegana barked wildly, looking crazy. Countless arms pierced into the ground and pierced out from under the players' feet.
In a rage, the arm of the Wise King Thirteen pierced through the dome directly, tiles fell down one after another, and the barrier collapsed.
The black quagmire instantly covered all the land under the stone cover, creating a wave that pushed the players away, barely avoiding the attack.
Several arms carried the half-dead man back into the arms of the Thirteenth King.
The Eleventh Wise King had been dead for hundreds of years, and his body was already extremely fragile. It was only thanks to the blood vessels of the Thirteenth Wise King that he was able to keep from turning into dust and being blown away by the wind.
After this ordeal, the half-dead man's body was shattered. If he delayed for half a second, he would be completely dead. Xian Wang Thirteen had no time to pay attention to Gao Mengtang and others. He held the half-dead man's body, gently supported the pale arm with one hand, and pressed it on Wei Wei's forehead.
It's already daybreak, the sun is rising.
They were at the top of a high mountain, looking down, they saw the vast snowfield and densely packed heads wearing black hoods. All the people who participated in the birthday party gathered at the top of the snowy mountain to witness the arrival of the half-dead.
After the stone cover was pierced, they knelt together, clasped their hands together, bowed their heads and prayed.
The warm sun shone on Gao Mengtang, and the light flickered and danced. A tear of blood flowed from the corner of his eye and slid down his cheek. When Gao Mengtang's consciousness was scattered, he suddenly thought of a question: Is there a sun in the other world?
In my memory, there is no such thing. The other world is eternal night.
The world he destroyed with his own hands...
Willow catkins floated past his eyes. It was freezing cold here, how could there be willow catkins? Gao Mengtang propped himself up and saw the hand of a half-dead man pressing on Wei Wei's face.
"You are... the king of the new world." The voice of the half-dead man was as light as poplar catkins, and like poplar catkins, it floated far away so that every believer could hear it.
"At the end of time, the beginning of decay. I, the Half-Dead, crown you."
Wei Wei had completely lost consciousness. The lines rising from the magic circle merged into a galaxy and merged into his body.
In his chest, soft white light rose up. It was the light of his soul, floating high into the sky like torn cotton. Behind the mountain top, a red sun rose up, making the light of his soul shine even more brightly.
"Praise be to Allah, the Supreme Being."
The half-dead body was completely turned into powder, which was blown away by the cold mountain wind, and then gathered into a black butterfly and flew towards the cotton-like soul.
The moment the two touched, the soul, which was as light as a feather, burst out with an incredibly heavy force and fell straight down into Wei Wei's chest.
"Praise be to Allah, who is supreme over all things," said the Thirteenth King.
It was like the arm of a drowning man, reaching out to where there was air. The five slender fingers could not wait to grab Wei Wei's ankles and calves, and the fingertips hanging at his sides.
From a distance, the half-dead body looked like an ochre-red bud of death, and the arms were closed petals.
Wei Wei stood on the arm of the half-dead man, and behind him, the sun burst out from the horizon. The dazzling light illuminated the tearful eyes of the believers.
All the people shouted: "Praise be to Allah, the Supreme Being."
"Praise be to Allah, the Supreme Being."
“Praise be to Allah, the Supreme Being!”
One sound after another, the snow-capped mountains trembled and the ice fields cracked.
Wei Wei...or rather, the Eleventh Wise King, stared at Gao Mengtang from a distance, with a faint smile on his face.
What is even more heartbreaking is that even after Wei Wei's body was taken over by Xian Wang Eleven, he was still judged to be a member of Yue Fan, and he could still use the mind link.
That familiar voice rang in Gao Mengtang's ears: "Run, Twelve,"
"I can't kill you in front of so many believers, because I want to pretend to be a saint. A saint like you." The smile of the Eleventh Sage King deepened, "Run away like all losers."
"If you don't run now, my followers will kill you. I'll have to pretend to say 'I forgive the blind man, don't hurt him'. Just imagining it makes me sick."
Gao Mengtang looked at the familiar face and was so calm that even he was surprised.
"The fight between us cannot be exposed to the light. I will find a quiet corner and end your life." The Eleventh Wise King said quietly.
The revelry of believers swarmed towards Gao Mengtang. The summoned creatures and Moon Banner members surrounded the city, ready for battle.
Song Zhong was already panicking. He grabbed Gao Mengtang's sleeve and kept urging him to leave quickly.
"Why do you want to be the only king?" Gao Mengtang asked. He did not ask through a telepathic link, but in a voice that everyone could hear.
The eleventh virtuous king looked away from him, and the answer echoed in Gao Mengtang's mind.
"Go ask the sun why it shines so brightly."
"Run!" Song Zhong tore open a teleportation rift and stuffed his teammates in one after another. This time he was the last one to come. When he got in, the rift was about to close. A believer grabbed Song Zhong's ankle.
Puff, the sound of blood spurting out.
"Song Zhong!!" Helun Baijie and others surrounded him and saw Song Zhong lying on the ground, screaming in pain. His blood melted into the snow and the muddy blood was stained on his trouser legs.
Duan Song breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just a broken leg, a minor injury, don't be so pretentious, run quickly."
"Watch out this time! I'm the last one to run away!" Song Zhong screamed and shouted, "No one is allowed to poke my spine and call me a coward!"
"Okay, okay! Shut up!"
The figures of 11 people merged into the vast snowy plain. Gao Mengtang subconsciously looked back. In the distance, there were towering snowy mountain peaks and a dazzling sun. He could not see Wei Wei.
Gao Mengtang turned around and ran in an unknown direction.
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