Isaac seemed to have said everything he wanted to say at once and relapsed into silence. Esme Crane didn't try to talk to Isaac either, she could feel Isaac's kindness and equally his detachment. Zocta South Station is the largest train station in Zocta, and the huge dome design gives Esme Crane a strong sense of the King's Cross station. After the train entered the station, Isaac instructed Esme Crane to get off the train and wait for him at the bench by the conductor's lounge, as he still needed to finish his work before he could leave. Isaac joked with the two while pushing open the saloon door and walked into the bar. esme Crane watched coldly the whole time without saying a word and then also stepped into the bar. The smell of bad tobacco, sweat, body odor, and alcohol made Esme Crane's brain hurt. She frowned and followed Isaac, all the way to the edge of the bar. Suddenly there was a slap on the back, "Ah!" Esme Crane cried out in shock, and her whole body jumped up. "Heh!" E
She thought she couldn't remember so many roads at once, so she just searched for the location of her current hotel and then for the address of the magazine barn given to her by Old Owen, marked them out, and then memorized the way to the magazine barn through the map in advance, in preparation for tomorrow. "Haha, that's true, but Brielle Campbell's job is not a job that many people want to do, and they have to run up almost a hundred flights of stairs every day, and they're exhausted and don't make much money. What... You have someone to introduce?" Old Owen said. "Hey! Owen, remember me?" Isaac greeted familiarly. "Oh, remember, of course I remember, Isaac, the good lad who even bought me a drink last time." The old man chuckled, "I've been Brielle Campbell for so long, my memory is the only thing I have going for me." Esme Crane was not fussy, and after dropping off her luggage and looking at her room, she planned to go downstairs to prepay for her stay, but to her surprise, Is
Esme Crane could not help but feel good as she ran out of the distance with a strong breeze in her face. Esme Crane had been an athlete before, but she had never run with her legs as fast as she did today. When she finally stopped, a strong feeling of hunger grabbed her nerves. By the time she got back to her hotel room, Esme Crane had already eaten her fill at a small restaurant next door to the hotel, which was closed at night because of the curfew in Zocta. In addition to pen, ink and paper, she also bought some miscellaneous but very practical gadgets, compared to pen, ink and paper is really very cheap. For example, a military kettle-style backpack iron pot, the capacity is very considerable, on the back of the body can always be hydrated. A small dagger for cutting things and a pair of scissors will certainly come in handy. Without thinking about it, every cell in Esme Crane's body leapt to its feet, desperate to test out the new powers she had acquired, so she headed straight
A huge clock hung above the front door of the magazine barn, the time read 3:17 and Esme Crane was just in time. She stood still for a moment to catch her breath and surveyed the scene around her by the faint illumination of the sky. Simon was taken aback, for there were few women in this business, and he could not help looking Esme Crane up and down, and then said to Owen, very ungraciously, "Man, I advise you to find a more reliable candidate; how can a woman do our business? Not physically fit to begin with." She couldn't help but wonder if Brielle Campbell's were using this ride to deliver the newspaper? Esme Crane washed up quickly, put her hair up, put on the not-quite-fitting men's clothes again, and walked quickly downstairs. She was hungry again by now, and her eyes were glazed over. All that food she had eaten last night had disappeared to who knows where, and when she got up this morning she noticed that her body seemed less skin and bones, and seemed to have gained some
"May I ask if you allow pets in this house? I have a cat." Esme Crane asked before signing the rental agreement. It is a district library run by the church, not a huge collection of books, but enough to meet Esme Crane's current needs for knowledge of the new world. She stays in this library every day until noon, learning the basics of history, geography, religion and philosophy, culture and even technology. Esme Crane deeply agreed, and she too felt so lucky, as if she hadn't met anything bad since she had climbed out of the grave. She'd found Ann without incident, gotten Isaac's help and met Owen, inexplicably awakened her physical abilities the night before the interview and used them to pass Owen's test, and now she'd gotten a rental without incident. "I've brought you a new tenant, she's my catch, very upwardly mobile girl, I hope you have room for two more rooms." Owen seemed a little unconvinced and said, "You will deliver the evening issue today alone. Don't you give me any
Because the wooden floor in her room rattled with noise at the slightest movement, she arranged her workout on the rooftop of the apartment she rented, which was open for residents to dry their clothes every day during the day, although basically no one would go up there to dry their laundry, and Fuller, the apartment's elderly caretaker, remained diligent and followed the rules. Amelia works odd jobs for little income and her daughter Helen is still out of school. With long brown hair and freckles, Amelia is not a good-looking woman, excessively thin, with an intimidatingly slender body and legs, a protruding belly that adds to the incongruity, and a somewhat nervous look that makes her unapproachable. The following day, November 20, Obsidian Day, Esme Crane was awakened by her alarm clock at the usual time of 3:45. Dazed, she went to the washroom and finished washing up, and after a quick breakfast, she grabbed her Brielle Campbell uniform jacket, threw on her large cummerbund, and
Then she turned the tables and said, "But just two months ago, everything changed. Actually, I'm not sure when the real change occurred, maybe earlier, at least it was two months ago when I noticed it. That day too, as today, Amelia was not feeling well, but it wasn't Louie Fletcher who came to me, it was Amelia herself, she said she had pains in her lower body and her whole body was sweating. She had just found out she was three months pregnant at the time, and the day before, her husband Jefferson had just left home for the mines." "The Davises would have been a very amicable family, and they seemed so nice when they rented a room from me two years ago. Though poor, the family loved each other, and the Davieses were both devout believers in the Church of the Earth, and they were a good family." Mrs. Sutton seemed to be trying desperately to justify something. "I then asked her if she had intercourse with Jefferson, and she admitted that they did intercourse the day before, but that
Checking her kitchen basket of vegetables and rice, there was still one carrot, two potatoes and one cabbage left, and Esme Crane planned to make it all and cook a pot of stew with a piece of chicken breast she had bought and marinated yesterday, and cut two meals' worth of bread to make do with. This pot of stew would probably last her until tomorrow. "And what about Mr. Davies? Is he aware of his wife's current condition?" "I have tried to get in touch with Jefferson, I have telegraphed the mine and written letters, but there has been no reply to the stone. Two months ago was the last time Jefferson returned home and we haven't seen him since, the last time I contacted the mine was seven days ago and the mine people said there had just been a collapse and Jefferson was missing down the mine and may have met his demise." Mrs. Sutton was clearly wary of Jefferson's disappearance; it was too much of a coincidence to feel like a premeditated assault. "What will the Church of Good Coun
"Professor!" Someone called out to her from her side. She turned around to see two female students trotting towards her. "Good morning, Professor. We happen to have some questions for you." She suddenly got a lump in her throat. "Professor?" The two female students looked at her strangely. "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten something. What did you guys want to ask?" She replied as she control her emotions. The two students had no doubts and asked several academic questions. Despite the very different times, she answered their questions without hesitation, as if her academic literacy had kept up with the times. But questions still linger deep inside her. Where is Esme Crane? What the hell is going on? She walked with the two female students to the building, entered the classroom, and started teaching as she was supposed to. It was as if she has done it before, and it didn't feel out of place. The long 90-minute session had finally ended, and she had completed her teaching d
Esme Crane's world... That was her second thought.Suddenly, she realized that she was actually in tears.She felt a moment of unprecedented peace as all the sights of her short life swept through her mind in a flash. She gathered her last strength and used her strongest burst of power to stab at the All-Seeing Eye above the Blood Infant.Polaris could not remember how many times he had fought and killed, so much so that when he turned back, there were few of his companions left around him, and the ground was full of ambulatory bodies, all of the Shadow Assassins who could not maintain their Shadow spells, revealing their bodies in the darkness.The blood baby in Jeremiah Moore's belly then let out a horrible cry, and all of the Shadow Assassins' internal organs were shaken and bleeding, and many of them turned blind and deaf in an instant.He needed to go on a tour of the world and find a place where he could enjoy the dragon's food.A horr
Some field trumpeter, inspired by the sound of the heavens, blew the Internationale on his trumpet. The loud sound of the trumpet stirred up the excitement and pride that had been suppressed for years, decades, centuries and even thousands of years in all of them, and they sang the Internationale in unison, which at once dealt the deadliest blow to the enemy, who fell to their knees and clutched their heads in agony, their eyes wide open.Esme Crane knew it wasn't Anna talking to her, it was Naija."God is eternally alone, and this is the fifth law by which you become a god.Esme Crane, you abandoned me long ago, and you have long since ceased to be a part of me. You replaced me, and you are the world god now." She sobbed with grief and anger.Esme Crane was forced to take a step back, her coat fluttering, but her expression remained calm.From among the seams of the bandage, wisps of black flesh and blood would seep out. It was as if the inside of the ban
"Two of these three great angels are stationed in Zocta and in the Tower of Wisdom; they are the Immortal of the Ages and Avogomont respectively. These two angels are directly under the control of the Pope and are one and the same with him.""Pope Condé has launched a strong campaign, and the two great angels, the Archaic Eternal and Avergomont, have both possessed him, and Jugzotus has lent him considerable power.It stuck in her throat like a sore thumb, and she couldn't speak."I am ready to do whatever it takes to complete the mission, so please escort me.""Destroying the main gate of the tall tower, before the gate could not be destroyed by me alone. But now, along with the earthquake, the gate's sealing formation should be damaged, so with my combined efforts with you, it should be possible for me to destroy the main gate. After destroying the main gate, we will prepare our flying wings or cloaks, prop them up, and pocket the hot airflow to
This tall knight, the leader of the Shadow Knights, was manipulated by Bolaris himself. The leader slowly drew his sword at his waist, while hundreds of red eyes glowed behind him, opening in the shadows.Cecily's words startled Polaris, "What does omnipresent mean?""Because of my particular experience within the Tower, I have a strong aura of Jugzoth, and my spirit world is always trapped in the temporal labyrinth within the Tower, isolated from the world. Only a very small part of it was able to return, and thus I was like a ghost, unable to return fully.The other swirling painting hanging above the wall behind him gradually subsided, returning to the paint on top of the canvas. And at that moment Cecily's state became very eerie as he placed the horse lamp on the floor and slowly sat down, curling up into a ball."The blood pact is still in effect." Pierre removed his glove armor, revealing the back of his right hand with an odd blood mark on it, "We
Only this is the demonized state, I'm afraid it would be a different story if Cthulhu had caused the loss of control.Bella was the first to share a picture of the mental probe with the remaining three, and a blurred image of the exterior appeared in the minds of the group. They could make out the massive outline of the pyramid, and the countless thick, ghastly tentacles poking out from the square hole that hung upside down above it.Without responding to Bella's observation, Doris digressed to say.This floating spell, which belongs to the category of gravitational control, also belongs to the Yellow King Hasta lineage, and higher up, it is subordinate to Jugzoth, a power that restrains Cthulhu.Those were the last words Paulina passed back, words that conveyed only one meaning - jade and stone.Paulina's dark face broke into a placid smile as she addressed the trio.To their dismay, they discovered that the entire ship had been fished up f
"So what's next?" The mission still had to continue to be completed, and staying stranded here, even if she did nothing, was just waiting to die.Even the lights on the ship were out, and the darkness wrapped so densely around everyone's nerves, and the tension so oppressed them, that it was surprising to see dense dots of tiny light appear before their eyes, as if they were hallucinations.As the ship is rapidly propelled by the hurricane and angry waves into the very heart of the storm, the call gradually becomes louder and louder, and when the music of the Internationale playing on the ship can't drown out the eerie, brain-penetrating call, Louis Holmes and Paulina lead the entire crew to start singing the Internationale on their own as a way to counter the call.Apes migrated and began to spread all over the world. In order to survive, they began to walk upright and use tools, moving from Homo sapiens to Homo erectus to Homo sapiens. This population, which w
Esme Crane's death is the condition that triggers the sacrifice; Esme Crane is passively a sacrificial executioner. And there are two ways for Esme Crane to die, one is that she betrayed Anna, which will directly lead to the destruction of the foundation of her personality and the complete stripping away of the Godhead built on it. The second is that she was forcibly separated from her personality and Godhead by an outside force, and her personality fell and her Godhead was recycled and snowed away.Polaris Halsman was so mentally traumatized by his encounter with Dagon's abuse of his master, Old Hunter Suler, during his trip to Ringo that he fell into semi-madness.So only by concentrating on destroying the Church, which is so immensely sacred in the minds of these people, is it possible in a short time to crack their illusionary dreams and awaken their self-will.Macroscopic systems always tend towards a state of extreme entropy, and if an external force exist
There is no starry sky, no future, no past, no life. All is annihilated and dissolved, not a single particle exists, all sorrow and joy is a bubble, millions of years of evolution, not given any meaning.Paulina shouted for everyone to close the audition immediately, stop and crawl down, not to move. They were thus prostrate in the midst of the storm in the thorny jungle below the cliff, until the blood moon that had crowded in suddenly dissipated, and the abnormal sensation gradually returned.And it was the death of Esme Crane that induced Anna's sacrifice.The evil fallen world god let out a shrill whistle that was inaudible to human ears and raised the cross above his head, inspiring the power of the white flesh and blood cross.The process of sacrifice requires the party performing the sacrifice to kill the sacrificed in some way, while the party receiving the sacrifice can acquire some trait of the sacrificed to grow itself. This process must involv