Volume 6 Agate Chapter 607: The Secret Religion of the World
After a while.
Only when he felt unwell and had a dull headache did Chen Lun slowly stand up, leave the White Throne, and walk down the stairs.
The White Throne is the embodiment of "No Homecoming". Whenever Chen Lun sits on it, he can experience the feeling of being in control of everything and looking down on it. He enjoys this feeling very much, and can also use this feeling to do many things.
Like thinking completely without distraction.
Even like an omniscient true God, he can make divinations at will. Whether it is clues or information, they can all be obtained in this way, and the authenticity is extremely high.
Chen Lun stood on Tianyuan, feeling the gentle breeze from the old spiritual world.
He had never felt so peaceful.
Even though he knew very well that the battle in the spirit world was just a prelude, and the real malice from his father Lie had not yet arrived...
Chen Lun glanced at Maggie who was napping under the sacred tree and let out a long breath.
He slowly took out a mahogany music box.
[Unknown Token - The Music Box of the Epoch Immortal]
This is a mysterious item obtained from Sigmund the Clown of Fate after he was hunted down.
Chen Lun was sufficiently wary of this unknown token at the time, so he did not do too much research on it.
But now he was completely fearless.
With a light click, Chen Lun opened the lid.
A male doll was revealed inside.
It has no facial features, stands upright, wears a striped white suit, and has a scarlet tie on its chest.
No matter how you look at it, it feels weird.
Chen Lun's face was calm as he slowly turned the spring on the right side of the box.
Click, click, click——
After twisting ten times and reaching his limit, he let go.
A soothing and crisp ding-dong sound was heard. The tune was quite strange and it made people imagine a lot. If you close your eyes, you can seem to see a ball of fire swaying and dancing in the darkness.
The red-tie puppet in the middle of the music box began to move.
No, to be precise, it came alive.
A set of three-dimensional features slowly emerged on the face that originally had no features. After opening his eyes and seeing Chen Lun, the man revealed a hearty smile.
The white and neat teeth contrast with his dark skin.
Very impressive.
The man touched his chest and bowed, saluted towards Chen Lun, and then spoke:
"Respected Lord of the Spirit World, King of Cang Yi, Your Majesty Jackspeter, it is an honor to meet you..."
Chen Lun narrowed his eyes slightly.
He didn't expect that the puppet in his hand would recognize him.
"Who are you?"
Chen Lun asked calmly.
The red-tie man had a bright smile on his face, as if it had never changed. He answered:
"My name is Knight Sofitel. You can call me Knight. Of course, I have many other names over the past few eras, such as 'The Invulnerable One', 'The Eternal Walker' and 'The Great Spreader', etc. Of course, my favorite name is 'The Eternal One of the Era'..."
"'Eternal One', Nat Sofitel."
Chen Lun repeated the name.
He always felt that this guy was very strange. Since he had lived for several epochs, it proved that he was at least an angel...
But Chen Lun had never heard of this name.
And his intuition told him that this guy was definitely not simple.
Knight touched his chest and lowered his head in response.
Chen Lun thought about it and decided to give the other party due respect, so he said:
"Your Majesty Knight, what is the purpose of this token?"
"Respected King of Cang Yi, this is the admission ticket to the 'Midnightly Secret Sect'..."
Nate explained with a smile.
"The Esoteric Cult of the World?"
Chen Lun felt strange again.
"Yes, this is an ancient organization. There is no hierarchy within it. Members get along with each other, the rules are loose, and it is quite free... Of course, because of this, the conditions for membership are more stringent. Only internal members will be recommended, and half of the members must agree before they can join."
Knight explained.
Chen Lun looked at Him, thought for a few seconds, and then asked:
"Who are the members of the 'Midnightly Secret Order'?"
"I am truly sorry, Your Majesty, the King of Cang Yi, the identities of the members are confidential, so I cannot reveal them... However, the Midgard Esoteric Cult was born at the end of the Second Era, and most of its members are ancient beings."
Nate chuckled softly.
Chen Lun's eyes narrowed.
Ancient existence...
Ancient God!
The Midgard Cult is a secret organization of the ancient gods!
"It seems that His Majesty Knight is also an ancient god."
Chen Lun looked deeply at the little man on the music box and said in a deep voice.
Unexpectedly, Knight Sofitel shook his head to deny it.
"No, no, no, I am not an ancient god... I am just a humble messenger of a great being, and I also serve as a disseminator of the 'Earthly Secret Religion'."
Just as Chen Lun was still secretly guessing which god the "great being" he was talking about was, Knight said:
"I wonder if Your Majesty Jack is interested in joining the 'Midnightly Cult'? I can make the decision and recommend you... I have often heard of your great name recently. I believe that the members of the Midnightly Cult will be interested in you. Who knows, they may even lend you a helping hand in the fight against the Empire?"
Chen Lun thought about it and felt that it might not be a bad thing to get in touch with that group of ancient gods.
Anyway, with his current strength and trump cards, he has enough confidence and qualifications to talk to the ancient gods.
"Then I'll leave it to Your Majesty Knight."
Chen Lun nodded.
"You're welcome. It's my duty."
Nat Sofitel touched his chest and saluted again.
At this moment, the ding-dong sound of the music box stopped abruptly, the movements of the man with the red tie became stiff and frozen, and the original sense of liveliness disappeared.
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Present world.
Night falls.
The purple moon hangs high in the sky, casting tranquil moonlight.
However, within the empire, countless residents looked up and were surprised to find that the moon tonight was exceptionally round and bright, while the stars that should have been shining were dim.
Almost at the same time.
In the seven states of the empire, with a total of 132 main cities, all the spectacular "Daytime Obelisks" standing in the Sun Cathedral areas began to tremble.
The buzzing sound echoed across the country.
Ordinary civilians and even powerful and wealthy businessmen were puzzled by this.
Then, all the obelisks pointing straight up into the sky emitted strong white light, shining brightly in the night.
If you look down, you can find that the entire empire is shining, and each daytime obelisk is like the most dazzling node, connected to each other, seemingly forming a strange array diagram with an outer circle and an inverted triangle nested inside.
Amber City, Gem State.
Pompeii Estate.
On the lawn outside the courtyard, Viscount Pompey and Mr. Siebert were drinking and chatting.
The two had long since put aside their past grudges and restored their friendship as friends and comrades-in-arms.
"Speaking of little Rebecca, she should be twenty-one this year, right?"
Sibert took a sip of wine and asked casually.
The slightly plump Viscount Pompey smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but sighed:
"Yes, in the blink of an eye, this little girl has grown up so much... The birthday dinner for her coming-of-age ceremony seems to have happened just yesterday. The great Jack was Rebecca's tutor at that time."
"Okay Pompey, you've said this a hundred times, I don't want to hear you brag anymore."
Sibert cursed with a laugh.
Pompey glared and pointed at the other person with his cupped hand.
"It is a fact, not a boast, Rebecca is a student of a mythical existence..."
"I have a sword used by His Majesty Jack in my collection!"
Seeing this, Sibert retorted unyieldingly.
The two bickered with each other, and after a while, they burst into laughter.
"Alas, I never thought that we could have a relationship with such a great being..."
Pompey shook his head with emotion.
He didn't know what he was thinking about and sighed again.
"It's a pity that Rebecca can never forget Him. No matter how her mother persuades her, it's useless. But the little girl doesn't understand that this is just a dream that will never come true..."
"Come to think of it, the same is true for General Malediz's granddaughter, Miss Rui Yi."
Siebert whispered.
The two were silent for a moment, both of them knew what being in high position meant in this world... Never mind that they were just nobles, even if they were members of the royal family, they were meaningless in front of the existence of myths.
After a hundred years, mortals have long since turned into dry bones.
And they are still shining.
"Siebert, I heard that the old general has not been in good health recently. Do you know what happened?"
Pompey changed the subject and asked.
But after a while, he didn't hear any answer from his friend, and he looked over in confusion.
Immediately, he was slightly stunned.
Because Sibert was keeping his head up, with his hands raised to cover his eyes, but his eyes were staring blankly at the purple moon in the night sky.
"Siebert? Siebert!"
Pompey called out twice but received no response, and gradually realized that something was wrong.
He stood up, quickly walked to his friend's side, and shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.
However, I could only hear Sibert murmur faintly:
"What a dazzling sunlight, Pompey, do you see it?"
"Sunshine? What sunshine? It's night and you're drunk, Sibert..."
"I'm sure I'm not drunk, Pompey, it's true, the sun is so bright... It's so hot, my skin is so hot, help me, Pompey, help me."
Siebert fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face and slurred words.
It was as if the scorching sun was really exposing him to the sun. He curled up completely, his skin turned red and purple, and even had countless blisters on it.
Pompey felt his hair stand on end when he saw this scene.
It was still winter and night, and everything Siebert said and felt was so bizarre that Pompeii thought for a moment that his friend was suffering from some illness.
But he quickly rejected the idea.
"It's a mysterious incident!"
Pompey took a deep breath.
"Siebert, hold on, I'll go notify the shelter..."
He turned and ran towards the villa, intending to ask the old butler Binoz to prepare the carriage , but he had not gone far when a muffled bang was heard behind him.
Pompey turned around, looking stunned.
The former comrades and friends had exploded into a ball of blood foam, and the high temperature even made the remains emit thick hot steam...
Such scenes were not isolated in one corner, but were happening simultaneously throughout the empire.
No matter they were commoners, middle class, or powerful and wealthy businessmen, countless people gazed at the purple moon that night and were subsequently "sunned to death" by the light.
Of course, a very small number of them underwent mutations and successfully became Sun Path Transcendents...
But these people are also crazy.
