Let the whole universe drop SAN together

This scene was so weird that even if Antonio was determined, he couldn't help closing his eyes subconsciously.He opened it again in the next second, and found that whether it was the basement with the weird noise or the statue visited in the hall, everything had become extremely normal, as if the scary feeling of the hair on his back was just his illusion.

On the contrary, the head and face of the ballerina rolling down in the center of the hall was still facing his position, the eyes were blackened by the flames, and the joint of the neck was a broken stone pillar destroyed by the explosion. It looked extremely desolate with the surrounding scene.

Antonio watched this scene silently, then turned around and walked back to the study, and saw Bishop Gilbert lying on the window sill, looking sadly at the dagger stuck in the soil of the garden outside the window.

"I'll get someone to retrieve it for you." Seeing that the bishop seemed to have the urge to climb out of the wall by himself, he said hastily.

Bishop Gilbert hesitated and said: "It's not impossible, but you must be careful, it might hurt the holder when it breaks free from the scabbard."

Antonio nodded, closed the window, ignored the surrounding chaos, and said abruptly, "The queen's birthday celebration will be a week later."

The so-called 'Queen' refers, of course, not to the current chief executive, Sabrina Guevilla, but to the national coat of arms under the constitutional monarchy many years ago, when the federation had not yet been established.The Federation became the main force in opening up the human interstellar era at the end of the magic era, and inevitably passed on many old traditions.Today, the Queen's Birthday celebration is not only an ordinary statutory holiday, but in the hearts of ordinary people, it basically has the same status as the 'National Day'.

Bishop Gilbert replied in an old voice: "I know that the Holy See will cooperate with you to complete the ceremony."

Antonio, who was wearing a black military uniform with one hand in his pocket, looked out the window at the countryside and said indifferently: "I hope this year's ceremony can also be passed safely, but I always have a bad feeling."

Bishop Gilbert was always thinking about the dagger that escaped, and seemed absent-minded: "There is nothing to worry about. The Holy See has hosted this simple celebration for many years, and it is just repeating the past process." "Be sure to be safe." Antonio Emphasized, "This is the first year of the truce. The Zerg will send people to the capital to watch the ceremony. However, our internal problems have not been resolved. I suggest that the Holy See should focus on maintaining stability for the time being, rather than causing unnecessary disputes .”

Bishop Gilbert gradually came to his senses: "You mean not to spend a lot of manpower and material resources looking for Wendy Sullivan?"

But what does this have to do with him? !

I'm really just an ordinary bishop serving in the capital!

Gilbert, who held a sacred object due to supernatural powers and frequently received the attention of big figures, felt distressed. He stroked the white hair on the top of his head that had gradually thinned recently and said, "I will pass on your suggestion."

Otherwise, resign.

Or apply to be transferred out of the capital like Margarita, the head of the logistics department of the Red Line Corps. This is really not a place suitable for ordinary people to live for a long time.

Thoughts of not being very motivated, the bishop, who was physically strong when he was young, is now in good health, but because of his recent life, the bishop continued to politely chat with Antonio about the current situation of the federal political situation, and gradually put the troubles behind him.

**

Azathoth came under the window sill.

He could feel the urging emotion conveyed from the main body in Dr. Garcia's home, and he couldn't help being a little impatient.At this time, all the tentacles had the same idea—quickly bring Igor back into the human body, who wants to stay in such a place to mold!

Isn't the body of the favored person fragrant?

A tentacle picked up the dagger that was stuck in the mud under the influence of gravity, and couldn't get rid of it by itself. It was obviously a very common movement, but it gave people a feeling of being picky and even disgusting.

The dagger buzzed for a while, as if trembling.

Azathoth 'opened his eyes' to observe it carefully.

One after another, deep black slits emerged from the surface of the tentacles. They pointed in different directions and were gradually filled by black and white eyeballs.Soon, the eyeballs in the wrong position rolled, squeezed and moved towards the right direction, and the dagger was instantly surrounded.

It shook violently, hung on the tentacles and began to play dead.

But the dagger's siren-like flashing red light gave it away.

Another tentacle with a mouth protruded from the shadows.

"Hurry up," it urged, "the two humans in the study are done."

Then the tentacle rolled up the dagger, not caring about the possibility of getting hurt: "This dagger feels a bit like Wendy."

Its idea is the idea of ​​all evil god tentacles.

They agreed one after another, ignoring the spoils of war with no conscience, notifying Igor, notifying Igor, and directly scaring people away or fainting, as for whether there will be any mental sequelae caused by this, that is It is not within the scope of Azathoth's consideration.

If someone observes the house from the outside, they will find that it is full of tentacles except for the study room.This makes the originally empty and luxurious old house become like a pasta stuffed with too much meat, giving people the illusion that the contents inside will be squeezed through the wall at any time.

Several army soldiers guarding outside have long been frightened and unconscious.

The humans in the study still don't know anything about it.

The only dagger that could provide warning was captured by the enemy.

I'm afraid he won't realize what he just passed by until Antonio walks out of the house or receives a call for help from his subordinates.At that time, the sluggish fear brought about by hindsight is like a blunt knife cutting flesh, enough for him to savor it carefully for a long time.

**

"We've had enough trouble in the capital." Azathoth, who was in Dr. Garcia's home, said to the gray bird lying on his lap.

His fingers ran across the fluff, and Garcia caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he felt that the pale fingertips and the dull bird feathers complemented each other, as if some kind of light came from the fire. A hard substance that can only be formed after quenching.

The noon sun shone on Azathoth's black robe, and also coated the gray St. Martin bird with long tail feathers with a layer of golden light, which made ordinary daily conversations suddenly feel a little more sacred, adding Two lines of verses popped out inexplicably in Xi Ya's mind:

"There is no evil shadow on a capsized ship. Greetings for pain, unheard of in my land."

"We don't believe in the beliefs of the conquerors... In my country, people are grateful."

The god in black robe lowered his head gently, even if he couldn't see his eyes, there must be compassion in them.Compassion and cruelty constitute the two sides of the contrast, which are equally displayed to the world.

Surrounded by the blood and soil that gave birth to life, the beautiful death rose slowly from the pile of pearls and stone bones, and was carefully treasured by Him.The dead will not know what kind of soil was sprinkled on their heads, and what kind of flowers spread over their graves.

When such a beautiful and terrifying picture appeared in his mind, the doctor raised his hand and slapped himself, cursing himself to make up for nothing.

The quiet and sacred atmosphere was broken, and Azathoth looked at him in surprise.

Could it be that there is a problem with the brain due to excessive psychological pressure?

The evil god looked at Igor on his lap with a guilty conscience, wouldn't his family members be angry because of this?

He could feel that his tentacles were leading his other half, Igor and Wendy, towards this side.

I hope that Mr. Antonio will do what he says, and it will really slow down the Holy See's search for Igor's sister.

The St. Martin made a crisp cry, and its beak lightly touched Azathoth's fingertips.

Azathoth immediately understood what the other party meant.

— Do you want to leave the capital?

Igor asked.

"No." Azathoth replied, this scene seemed to be talking to himself, "Although the most important goal has been achieved, Erica still has to go to school here. Although Hugo didn't say it, but I know it likes crowded places."

— but you don't like it.

"To be precise, I don't like any place where people are crowded and crowded together." Azathoth said, "Or it's not limited to humans. Noisy creatures make me tired."

He looked down at Igor, such a vibrant life, he could imagine the scene of blood flowing in the blood vessels from under the gray fluff.

Igor is different.

Azathoth thought calmly.In his mind, the other party appeared when he was younger... maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, a little more mature than Wendy but not much.The gray-haired, red-eyed boy would never show such a calm and composed expression. He held a messy book in his hand, folded it with draft paper to form a paper airplane, and rubbed the surface with his slender and strong fingers in an attempt to polish it even more. bright.

The summer sun, which is almost different from today, will shine in from the open windows of the campus and reflect on his healthy and strong arms. He may put down the book, prop his head and look at the scenery outside the window absently, holding the lightly He was thinking about taking something home to give to Wendy... His eyes would not be filled with so many thoughts that even the gods couldn't explore as they are now, he could see through them at a glance like a piece of white paper.Looking at the distant sky outside the window, the young man fell into a daydream that seemed to never wake up in the afternoon of doing nothing.

It would be one of the most beautiful, dream-like times that will never come back.

Just like the birds on Azathoth's body, when you close your eyes, your heart is soft, and you can't see the wind, frost and knife marks hidden in it.

This is where Igor grew up, Azathoth thought.

"Maybe I can think of this as a place to live for a long time..." He said slowly while thinking, "Make this planet more suitable for living."

As soon as Azathoth finished speaking, Garcia, who was busy in the living room, lost his legs and accidentally bumped into the coffee table, making a loud 'bang'.