Abyss Express - #696 - Chapter 675 Act7 Im OK Actually it’s not bad

Chapter t.7 I’m OK·It’s actually not bad

[Part①·Story of the Dark Ages]

“General Crying, are you asking about my real name? Or are you asking about my past and background?”

Old Bones helped Meteor go to the cloakroom, talking as he walked.

“Who am I? Is it that important?”

“It’s very important, really important!” Meteor climbed up the steps with one foot deep and one shallow. His eyes had not fully recovered yet. The eyeballs were stabbed by a spindle, and the sensitive and complex optic nerve could not resume its work. so fast.

He glanced at the old bones with one eye, and his mood became complicated——

——If the “Judge” next to you is the hunting king of BOSS, this king has become the toy of the immortal. What a sad and miserable ending.

Perhaps dying in battle is also a kind of transcendence, and it is a well-deserved death.

But after becoming Gloria Sebastian’s collection, Old Bones had to work for this devil all the time, setting up a duel stage for her and performing the curtain call for this master.

“I won just now because I relied on the psychic qualities of [The Power] to find crucial clues.” Meteor continued: “Without this pair of castanets, I would be dead, Old Bones – you are right It’s very important to me, you saved my life.”

“I still have the same attitude and the same statement – I have never harbored evil intentions, and I have never meant to take sides.” Old Bones spoke softly and softly. He first denied the fact of helping Meteor, and then asked curiously Said: “How did you find the opportunity to win from my soul?”

“Relying on a test attribute.” Meteor sat back on the steps and entered in a hurry: “In the cloakroom, your soul power arranged the order of attack for everyone. The first person to enter the duel round was actually not me – it was Xi Reese Parker.”

“After Derek and I’s round ended, Sirius Parker could still move for one round. I was thinking, [The Power·Power]’s enemy-seeking mechanism, how does it activate?”

“Generally speaking, there are many triggering conditions for soul power and spiritual energy, such as touching with the physical body, striking with both hands or the spirit body.”

“The activation conditions change with the strength of the psychic tide. The power of [The Power·Power] comes from your castanets. So judging from my learning experience in the Secret Library – this is a kind of power spread through sound. Psychic.”

“It wasn’t until later that the maids and sisters in the cloakroom all left naturally. They couldn’t hear the sound. I took Derek out of the cloakroom, and the butler Sirius couldn’t hear the sound of the castanets. Naturally, there was no turn for him, no one for him. It’s my turn—then that means my guess is right.”

Old Bones smiled and said: “You have amazing wisdom, and you can actually use my psychic qualities to target the enemy.”

“Yes! It’s because of these pair of castanets!” Meteor opened his arms in a lively manner and described excitedly: “If Derek’s daughter can hear it, why doesn’t she have her action wheels? I felt strange at the time, could it be Has she lost her hearing?”

“It wasn’t until the life-and-death round that I was slightly convinced that Christina was a dead person, a walking corpse created by the soul of Derek Jokic – because during the lobbying stage of the first round, Derek also said One word.”

“He said – do you look down on me? Do you look down on my daughter?”

“I did remember this. At that time, I thought what he meant was that Christina’s physical body still had some fighting power. If it weren’t for the power of your soul, Old Bones, I would have to deal with two powerful enemies at the same time.”

At this point, Meteor was still a little scared. If he was attacked from both sides, he would have no way to fight against Gloria Sebastian’s magic dice.

“You have temporarily deceived the devil.” Old Bones talked about Meteor’s self-inflicted sword attack that turned defeat into victory: “Using an arm as the price, how did you come up with this method?”

“I almost couldn’t think. Old Bones, I didn’t have a chance to think at that time.” When Meteor talked about this matter, a sad look appeared on his face: “I just felt that my arms were in the way, and my fingers were broken, so I couldn’t use my full strength. Sword – an attack of this quality, even if the counter roll is successful, it is impossible to completely kill Derek Jokic in one round.”

“Since it is in the way, I will cut it off, regain my body’s balance, use pain to stimulate myself, and let my body wake up temporarily. Adrenaline will help me, and it will never let me down.”

“What happened next is as you can see. When I cut my arm, it could only be considered self-inflicted and there was no need to roll the counter dice.”

“Belloberg flew towards Christina. This girl is already dead. She is not even a living creature. She is not worthy of possessing Gloria’s dice at all. On the contrary, the soul power hidden in her body will be affected by Belloberg.” Berg’s light blade damage.”

“I didn’t think too much about it at the time, I just thought that maybe I could find a chance of survival by doing this – I was also betting, but I just didn’t want to bet according to Gloria’s dice rules.”

“Your courage is amazing.” Old Bones clapped his hands again, and his topaz-like bone fingers made a tinkling sound: “The goddess of luck still favors the brave.”

“Hey.” Meteor raised his head and looked at this mysterious evil spirit: “Have you asked clearly, is it my turn? Tell me your story, Hunter King?”

It’s just past twelve o’clock——

——There were only a few people left in the cloakroom of the reception hall of the Church of Dionysus. Sirius Parker hurried out and saw the body on the lawn. The young butler said nothing, shook his face at the old bones, and then led the way. The maids were busy cleaning.

A dense fog rose from the Queshan Highway not far away. It covered the lights of the industrial park and everything became quiet.

Old Bones first put his hands behind his back and walked a few steps in front of Meteor, and then sat down side by side with the young unknown general.

“The reason why I ended up like this is all due to greed.”

“As Derek Jokic, the little tailor, said, I was originally the person who became the king next to the proud and ruthless Mingde Lord of the Nine Realms.”

“I was born in 1900 in a small fishing village on the Rhine River in Rotterdam. Like other children, there was nothing special about me.”

“Until he was seven years old, my father contracted malaria, and then his condition worsened. When winter came, he passed away.”

“After the funeral, my mother remarried and had a younger brother with my stepfather. From then on, I became a marginalized person in the family. I moved out of the room and slept in the attic. My original bedroom was transformed into my younger brother’s baby room. .”

“Children always cry when sleeping. I was very afraid of the dark at that time. Once I started crying, my infant brother seemed to have telepathy and cried too.”

“Later, my stepfather found me and tried to reason with me. He thought it was my crying that disturbed my brother – but that was not the case.”

“At that time, I could see that my father’s spirit body had not gone far. At that time, I thought that my father was not dead, but just crawled out of the coffin and cured his illness.”

“Once I start crying, this stupid and ignorant spirit will go to the bedroom to look for me. If it can’t find me, it will look for trouble with my younger brother. My younger brother will naturally be frightened and cry.”

“Finally one day, my stepfather couldn’t bear the torture anymore, so he found the priest in the village and wanted to perform an exorcism ceremony for me.”

“I was scourged, with holy candles and hot holy oil dripping on my skin. Even after I was fed the Holy Communion wine, my father still refused to leave.”

“This kind of life lasted for eight years, until my younger brother grew up. Every week I had to go to church and chant sutras with the priest. I suffered both physical and mental torture – my spiritual sense, spiritual pressure and spiritual vision were getting better and better. powerful.”

[Part②·The road to becoming a king]

“When I was sixteen years old, newspapers reporting on the First World War were sent to Rotterdam. Although the Netherlands was a neutral country, my stepfather became greedy and wanted to go to a country at war to try his luck and make a lot of money. Because of the whip marks on his body and his face, I didn’t have time to grow up with the scar, so I didn’t have the chance to go with it.”

“Without a man to take care of her, the mother had to take care of two children. She soon fell ill from overwork.”

“My father’s ghost has been watching all this silently. I can feel my father’s mood – it is a complex emotion that is both sad and happy. It seems to be blaming my mother for her infidelity. Because my mother is about to die of illness, he is pitiful. This woman also hopes that her mother can embrace death and return to him as soon as possible.”

“I stayed by my mother’s bedside, asking about the family’s money collection and taking it to change the medicine.”

“There is also a family heirloom under my stepfather’s bed. My stepfather is an Italian and has a set of commemorative coins printed in 1517.”

“I thought at that time – since my stepfather went to the battlefield, his life or death is uncertain, and he may not be able to come back. It is better to sell this set of family heirlooms to raise money for my mother’s medical treatment.”

“As a result, I opened the suitcase and learned from my mother that these commemorative coins were indulgences sold to believers when St. Petersburg was built.”

“They are worthless and should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago.”

“I made a good promise and went out with the box, but the antique collectors in the town didn’t want this junk either from a religious point of view or from a collection value – these indulgences with a history of more than 200 years. , almost worthless in the war years, a bitch that even a mouse wouldn’t eat.”

“I found two tickets for Tianqiong Station. I thought it was a job recruitment revelation, so I came to BOSS by accident.”

“It’s a very difficult road to walk.”

Old Bones raised his head and tried to remember.

“I can hardly remember how I traveled by car and boat from the Rhine to London. I talked kindly to people along the way, worked as a tavern boy and sang songs to make people laugh, and all the money I earned turned into travel expenses.”

“I got the panacea, cured my mother, and drove away my father’s ghost.”

“The BOSS attaches great importance to my psychic talent, and luck has always been with me—until I participated in the harvest season, fought in World War II, and returned to the Council of Five Kings to take a sinecure. People called me the Hunting King. “

“My soul power can divide infinite time into rounds, making the ritual process of the harvest season clear and simple. It is also a key factor in my becoming a king at the age of twenty-five.”

“For the next thirty years, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to hunting, using this extraordinary power to record the weaknesses of disaster beasts and monsters and find their Achilles’ heel.”

“It wasn’t until I retired when I was over sixty years old that I returned to the secret library and started writing books. It took me twenty-three years to write The Great Split of Everything.”

“In the last ten years of my life, I want to go to Shambhala while my body is still strong.”

“Although BOSS has issued a warning, Shambhala is a strange land where there is no blessing from Ao Mingde.”

“I am such a greedy person. Perhaps those few years were the time when BOSS needed company the most – it once again had to face the test of the harvest season, but I thought that my mortal body was about to die, and I couldn’t help even if I stayed. What’s the matter?”

“When I finally made full preparations and boarded the ship to Shambhala, it was already 1984. My eighty-four-year-old body was overwhelmed, and I finished writing the bound volume of The Great Split on the ship. I asked my students to send it back to the secret library, and I set out on my own to explore the mysteries of this unknown land.”

“Similar to your experience, I met Gloria Sebastian because of a storm. The ship ran aground off the coast of East Malaysia Port. The crew became bets. I had a bet with the Baroness—— But in the end, he was no match for her.”

“I can use the power of the soul to seize an opportunity to attack first and leave. As before, when facing an invincible opponent, I will explore the information and record the door of death, and then come back next time.”

“But this time I didn’t flinch. Gloria’s power is really charming——”

“——I feel that my time is short. If I escape here, I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

“So this devil got my soul and turned me into a crystal skull. My pyroxene prop became a catalyst for sealing the spirit body. My body was skinned and boned to make a box to contain it. My soul.”

“That’s it. Now I have become an evil spirit. As long as the box is still in Gloria’s hand and the medium’s coffin activates the magic spell a little, I have to return to her palm obediently.”

“It turns out.” After listening to this story, Meteor was filled with emotion: “So you are really the Hunting King?”

This hunting king comes from a previous era and is the predecessor of the cat climbing frame lady.

Similar to how most psykers awaken, Old Bones also came to the underworld to seek medical advice. His psychic talent is extraordinary. He has become a Morpho butterfly at the age of twenty-five. He has a strong will to survive and can participate in harvest season rituals.

After becoming the king, Old Bones was unwilling to be lonely and continued to focus on his job of hunting the king. The only thing worthy of discussion and weighing was to leave for Shambhala during the harvest season when the boss was at his weakest.

Perhaps if Old Bones had not left, the harvest season in the late 1970s would not have had such a miserable outcome——

——The BOSS will not eat four kings, nor will only one Igarashi Chinatsu be left, nor will the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult spread so much that it builds hundreds of platforms on the subway.

“Say, if I take you back!” Meteor suddenly became interested: “When the boss sees you, won’t he be very happy?!”

Old Bones hesitated for a moment. It could be seen that he was a little embarrassed and his eyes became complicated.

He also learned about what happened next from Gloria Sebastian’s mouth – including Platform Zero, the BOSS’s harvest season, and the story of Anonymous.

Nearly half a century has passed, and he doesn’t know which camp he belongs to or who he is working for.

In front of the magic power of [Sing For Me·Sing For Me], Old Bones is like a puppet who obeys every word. Gloria refuses to give him freedom, and he is completely unable to resist this magical power. As long as the devil opens his mouth, the dice will fall to the ground – no matter how wronged he is, no matter how hard he struggles, Old Bones will obediently go to work and assume the job of refereeing the gambling game.

Once you lose your soul to the devil, there is no turning back.

Old Bones thought for a while and was speechless.

“Actually, it’s okay. Just continue with your bet.”