Chapter 80 Unknown Fate 6

Neropo stood on top of a high mountain, quietly watching the huge fireball on the distant horizon silently falling down, just like he had been perched on an iceberg and watching the sunset long ago. The sky was also dyed red by the sunset, and the rolling orange clouds were as gorgeous as ink. A beam of golden light piercing the sky passed through the layers of clouds and fell on the earth. Neropo just stood there, and the comics kept advancing one frame at a time until the last ray of afterglow completely fell into the horizon. The silent night was hung in the sky, and a voice finally emerged from such magnificent scenes.

[Destiny.....Has it been off from the beginning...]

"Have you made up your mind?"

The dialogue bubble that suddenly appeared in the comic alerted and concerned the readers.

[Hmm? You? This word is very meaningful]

[Indeed, Nerup is one of the few gods in existence, so at least he should be addressed as you]

[And the way he asked this question is very much like a peer]

[Isn't that right? There are only four gods left now, the Nerup faction, and the rest are the faction of the goddess of fate. The other god is sleeping under the ground of Ataco]

[Maybe it's Pence? Didn't Pence and Lance reach some kind of agreement? ]

[It's possible, but Pence can't appear openly in Ataco now, right? 】

【But I think it is very likely that it is Pence, otherwise how can there be someone who can be equal to Lance and have a friendly relationship with Lance】

【Conspiracy theory, there are new gods】

【It is unlikely, the official book says that there are only a few gods in the Fallen God Chronicle, and the new gods are counted as one, but they are still underground】

The comics did not give a voice-over to that sentence, but just pulled the camera forward and finally stopped at Neropo's gray and dark golden eyes, which no longer had a glittering color. Those eyes once reflected the vast mountains and rivers, once drew the colorful meteors, and once looked at His people and friends, but now there is only endless abyss and hatred.

Gods cannot be connected, and if they are connected, they will be doomed forever, and the cause and effect ends here.

"Well, I will personally collect these debts, one by one."

After the words fell, the comic suddenly went dark. Just when the readers were curious about what happened, a new scene appeared in the next second. It was a world of ice and snow. The fluttering goose-feather snow was so pure and beautiful. This country was so numb that it allowed layer upon layer of snow to cover its body, frosting its eyelashes and beards, freezing the burning candles with only a base left on the wooden table, and ending one young life after another in this endless winter, and an introduction appeared next to it.

[New Century]

A familiar scene appeared in the comics, where Lance casually took away the lives of a group of people in the auction house. The splashing blood filled the whole room with fear, but this time, the comics used a dotted frame to mark a memory.

The beastman with a face full of flesh stretched out his evil hands to the children of Ataco. The children who cried and shouted to escape from the clutches saw the person coming against the light, and their faces showed hope of grasping at the straw. But when the face in the backlight appeared, the readers could only watch helplessly as the hopeful children were mercilessly pulled into the door, and the heavy door was closed, blocking the last ray of light. The owner of that face was the former owner of the auction house.

"This batch of goods is not good enough, be careful that the people above will punish you."

"There's no way, boss. There are fewer children in Ataco recently, and there are children from other places coming to rob. It's not easy for us to get so many goods."

The readers seemed to understand something, and they scrolled downward with their eyes wide open. Sure enough, every scene that caused heated discussion at the time had a new memory, a memory that made people unable to suppress the anger in their hearts.

They are the children who were kidnapped for human experiments, the superpowers who were deceived with a few silver coins, the exploited girls, the tortured and killed young people, the old people who were trampled and humiliated, and the people whom He failed to protect...

In the white laboratory in the comics, there is a tragic scene of rivers of blood. Large pools of blood flow downwards like blooming flowers. Children dressed in experimenter uniforms are piled up layer by layer, like a mountain, or like fertile soil for flowers, and downwards is the sparse blood, outlining a crying smiling face.

But these words and sentences were soaked with dirty blood, but they were split in half by a knife the next moment, and a hole was pressed from the center like a rotten wood, and the cracks spread wildly around, so fragile and yet so refreshing.

[So Lance is making those who hurt Ataco pay the price? ]

[Do you remember at the beginning, when Lance was teased, he said: "Fortunately you are not from Ataco" ]

[Because you are not, you can solve it without any burden]

[He really is making everyone pay with blood in his own way]

But the next frame of the comic showed some unexpected pictures. Lance stood in the night of Belllit, holding the wall with one hand and covering his forehead. His long hair fell down like a waterfall, covering his pale face. Only the black wavy lines on the screen showed the pain of the person in the picture, which had reached the point where he could not control his body shaking.

This scene also aroused many people's memories. After all, it was at this time that the debate about the direction of the discussion about Lance in the comics began.

However, before the readers could react, the next few groups of pictures brought the sense of unease to the peak. In the picture, Lance, who was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his back, was suddenly covered in blood. Large pools of blood connected into a mandala flower, crossed the black page, and was held by a slender hand.

Following the root of the flower that was being held downwards, the white arm was suddenly pierced fiercely by a sharp dagger. Then the entire picture was pressed down, and the figure became a silhouette. Only bright red blood spread out in all directions like a spider web, connecting one black silhouette after another. These things finally gathered in the next picture. The figure was lying on the snow with his eyes closed, and his long silver hair seemed to merge into the snow.

The camera kept moving forward until only half of the left eye was left in the picture. The eye suddenly opened, occupying the entire page, so detailed that even the red bloodshot in the eye was clearly visible. Through the pair of gray and dead eyes, there seemed to be a figure leaning sideways. When the reader wanted to squint and take a closer look, the illusory brushstrokes pulled the picture into the eyes.

The figure in the gray eyes finally turned around, and most of his face was covered by the standing collar, but the iconic silver hair still made it easy to identify his identity.

The figure turned around, but the camera only stayed on the lower half of his face. In the next picture, slender fingers brushed across the soft lips and drew a bloody mark.

But this series of images, which seemed to contain a lot of information, was unwilling to stop and continued to slide down. A man named Golden Hat appeared in the screen. He was wearing a handmade suit and had a smooth smile, but he didn't look sincere at all. He dragged a wine glass in the direction of the reader, and it was unknown who he was toasting to.

"Hey, boss, here's a toast."

But the next second, a current-like phantom appeared on the screen, as if something had gone wrong in the serious world. The smile of the man in the golden hat was distorted to be quite creepy, and the corners of his grinning mouth were almost reaching his ears, but the screen soon returned to normal, but the person in the screen was a little different. The man in

the golden hat, or perhaps he was younger, he was still wearing an expensive suit, but his tie was not tied properly, and his shirt was rolled out from the edge of his trouser belt, wrinkled. He stretched out his hand towards the screen, his five fingers spread as wide as possible, veins on his neck bulged, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw, his eyes flashed with despair, but also with some hope.

Two similar but slightly different Golden Hats appeared alternately under the special effects of electric current, and were finally painted with a bright red brush, leaving only the deep red spreading around, and finally covering the entire screen.

[What does this mean? Are they both Golden Hats? Or are they talking about new characters? ]

[They should both be Golden Hats, right? Didn't they say that the Golden Hat once had a lover?]

[This should be when the Golden Hat came to Ferrog to ask the Night Goddess for help, right? ]

[But this is theoretically a memory record from Lance's perspective, right? How did the Golden Hat from that time appear?]

[Isn't Lance Neropo? It's not strange to see the Golden Hat from that time, right?]

[No, no! ! ! That's not what he meant before! ! ]

[Ah! I understand! ! Even if Lance is Neropol, this is Ferrog. Theoretically, Lance should have stayed in Artaco at dusk of the gods, and it is impossible for him to appear in Ferrog.]

[Damn, so the problem with the Golden Hat was planted by Lance thousands of years ago! ? ? ]

[If you think about it carefully, it’s very strange!! Why did Lance find the Golden Hat to convey the news that Neropol did not collapse? Could it be because this was also a test? 】

【But Lance and Nero both have the same face, so Golden Hat should not be unable to recognize it. If he did, I don’t believe he could have that attitude towards a god, and I feel that he probably didn’t recognize who Lance was before he died, otherwise he would have directly said Lord Nero】

【Maybe Lance didn’t reveal his true identity when he looked at Golden Hat as Nero. Isn’t it said that mortals can’t look directly at gods, otherwise they will go crazy】 【

There is no such setting in "The Godhead of All Worlds", I haven’t been involved in the Cthulhu setting】

【But as a god, he should be able to do this. I think it was Golden Hat who helped Lance, but maybe he just wanted to keep a trick up his sleeve back then, and he didn’t expect to get a response a thousand years later】

[So, this is really a big game]

The shots of Lance end here. In the next episode, it directly cuts to the Oliver Hotel where Carl, Lima and others live. The next plot is that Tatarina accidentally turns into a wolf and hurts people, and the trio confronts Rowena head-on. But what's interesting is that the comics don't show Rowena talking to Piantiao after she leaves. Instead, they give a long view of Bellit in the dark.

The brightly lit streets are like blood vessels flowing with rolling golden waves, crisscrossing in all directions, and finally converging in the central square, with large tracts of flowers blooming, constantly providing nutrients for this country.

In the last frame, the face that is no different from Carl is half exposed, and the wings cover the lower half of his face, leaving only the cold eyes, which seem to be staring at a certain point.

[It is reasonable to suspect that he looks like Carl. Is it Pence's original intention or a conspiracy between him and Lance? HOT Explosion!! ]