The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 182: The Void (Part 1)
Subtitle of this chapter: The style of painting continues to change
Monday morning, April 25, 1921.
"Long time no see, my Mr. Ten of Swords. I heard you brought your wife and children from Florida to New York?"
"Mr. Fool, it seems you're pretty well-informed even without me."
General ZOD is not a good-tempered person. Even if he has something to ask of our Master Yuan, who has now become the Little Arcana of the SCP Foundation, he still refuses to be weak in momentum.
Yuan Yan shrugged her shoulders and said innocently, "Victor, don't say that. I didn't deliberately find out this news. Your colleague at the Pinkerton Detective Agency told me."
"Haha..." Mr. Aiden sneered, took out a few documents from his briefcase, and said businesslikely, "Mr. Yuan, this is the recent whereabouts of your 'friends'."
"Please call me Neo. After all, you are my 'friend' now." Master Yuan took the information and started reading it immediately.
Because of the later Soviet intelligence agencies' illustrious reputation and the ruthless Wall Street BOOOOM, he was very wary of Professor Gill and his gang. So he always sent people to keep an eye on the professor of Eastern European languages.
According to this information, Professor Gill recently organized a group of American Communist Party members and progressive elements to go to the Soviet Union, including the red capitalist Armon Hammer, who has now left the United States.
Well, probably because he failed to woo Miss Enyuka, his life trajectory did not change.
"Very good!" Yuan Yan snapped the file shut and said to Sword 10, "Victor, give all the information about Professor Gill to the Hermit in Washington. I think he'll be interested."
General ZOD nodded, and then a conflicted look appeared on his face.
The American hero hesitated for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "Neo, I remember you said you could cure tuberculosis..."
The Fool did say that the problem was that the "Quest: Mentor of the Soul" series hadn't provided him with a single disease removal card so far, only a bunch of random spells. They were practically useless except for showmanship.
Yuan Yan, who was at a , was just about to think of an excuse to delay when he was surprised to see that the Master Ball floating in the air... had transformed!
The broken system changed from red and green to a black disk with a purple outer ring.
Master Yuan's heart moved. This seemed to be the holy emblem of a certain existence.
"Nothingness, you indeed recognize my mark."
A hoarse and sexy female voice rang in his ears, causing the "Void One" to tremble involuntarily...
Compared to Xirik's crazy voice that could drive people hysterical, this beautiful and elegant voice made his eyes go dark, as if he was in eternal night. However, this darkness that completely blocked his vision did not make him feel afraid, but excited, the kind of excitement you know.
Feeling a change in a certain part of her body, Yuan Yan bit her tongue hard with her teeth. Only then did she regain some consciousness and stammered, "You, you, you are... His Majesty the Night Singer?"
"Void One, you are indeed a wise man. Yes, I am Shar!"
Well, the special physique of the time traveler has attracted a big boss from the evil camp, the Night Singer, the Unseen Woman, the Dark Betrayer, the Shadow Seducer, the neutral evil goddess of the night - Shar!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. What brings you here?"
"Nullion, you blacklisted my men last night, so I had no choice but to come here myself."
As a fan of Dungeons & Dragons, he remembered that after the death of the former God of Murder Baal in the Years of Troubles, his maiden of pain, Loviatar, switched to the Goddess of Night and became Shar's subordinate.
As a Dungeons & Dragons fan, he felt incredibly regretful. Why would he bother studying D&D when he had nothing better to do than Warhammer 40,000?
In fact, he also likes Warhammer 40K very much, but Yuan Hongjian is a poor guy and can't afford those expensive war chess pieces, so he can only join the DND group which is free and can also pick up girls.
"Nullator, if you like Warhammer 40K, I can recommend you to my four good friends next time."
The Goddess of Night has four friends. Who else could they be except the four evil gods of the Warp - Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh?
As a loyal subject of the Emperor and a staunch Great Humanist, how could Master Yuan defect to Chaos? If he were to go to the Warhammer 40,000 world, he would definitely become a Grey Knight.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I feel fine now. By the way, why do you call me the Void?" The Lord Grey Knight immediately changed the subject.
"Isn't someone who makes history nothing a nihilist?" Shar said angrily, "I was the one who brought you to this plane. You were supposed to be my apostle, but that lunatic got there first!"
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right… Yuan Yan suddenly felt that something was wrong with the style of the painting, because his style didn’t quite match the Prince of Lies.
The madman Xirik is obsessed with making big news, while the even crazier woman Shar prefers hidden secrets, black box deals under the table, and all kinds of deceptions and excuses.
By the way, among Shar’s followers there are anarchists and nihilists.
The Wall Street BOOOOM created by the anarchists made him travel back in time to his great-great-grandfather, and it really is related to this Night Singer.
So, to be honest, the Fool is more suitable to be Shar's apostle. The only problem is that the Goddess of Night is always planning to destroy all civilization and order in the dark...
Thinking about it this way, that madman Xirik is more "normal". He just has a small goal, which is to replace AO and become the god among gods.
Master Yuan really didn't want to have any more dealings with these cosplay enthusiasts, so he quickly said, "Your Majesty, I am now the apostle of the Prince of Lies. You know he's a bit... you know, I wouldn't dare betray him!"
"Nutribe, I don't intend for you to change jobs right now, otherwise that guy Xirik... humph !"
The Night Singer also sounded a little afraid of the Prince of Lies. She snorted softly and said, "We have been paying close attention to your performance..."
"Your Majesty, wait a moment. You mean us?"
"Yes, of course it's us. We all appreciate your performance during this period, and the organization has decided to give you more responsibilities."
It turns out that the Goddess of Night is the organization minister of "us".
Yuan Yan, sweating profusely, said in a panic, "I appreciate the organization's trust, but I'm worried that I'm not capable enough, not aware enough, and not strong enough in my faith..."
Shar said coldly in an undeniable tone, "Vanisor, please don't be so quick to refuse. Why don't you listen to what the organization wants you to do?"
