diskusbooks Chapter 215 Yes or No, I choose "Yes".
Chapter 215 Yes or No, I choose "Yes".
Chapter 215 Yes or No, I choose "Yes".
Aloko was awakened by a chill.
When he woke up, he was dizzy and instinctively tried to open his eyes, but his years of experience as a secret agent stopped him. He kept his eyes closed and pretended to be unconscious.
Besides secretly listening for any sounds around him, he was also piecing together his experiences before he lost consciousness in his mind.
He remembered that after hearing the knocking, his consciousness inexplicably went blank, and he had no idea who caused it or when the enemy made their move.
Could it be them, Five Fingers?
The surrounding environment was deathly silent; the only thing he could hear was his own breathing, and nothing else.
He felt a cold touch on his wrists and ankles, clearly indicating that he had been shackled. He tried to keep his breathing even and pretended to still be unconscious.
"If you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep. Your heartbeat and mental fluctuations betray you."
A loud, boisterous voice rang in his ears, and Aloko involuntarily opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room.
It wasn't the damp dungeon he had imagined, but a dimly lit little chapel with candlesticks on the left and right sides, flickering candlelight, two rows of benches neatly arranged on either side, and a pulpit at the very front.
On the stage stood a man wearing an eye patch. Although the dark eye patch covered his eyes, he was still flipping through a book, seemingly engrossed in reading it.
Arloko was stunned the moment he saw the man, because this man was none other than one of his colleagues who had recently gone missing.
"Bono? What are you doing here?"
A suspicion surfaced in his mind, and panic swept over him. Aloko uttered the question: "Could it be that even you have betrayed us?"
"What kind of look is that? Is this really that surprising?"
Bono closed the book with a smile, holding it to his chest. On the cover, the three words "Blood Nerve" appeared in a unique scarlet hue.
"Having witnessed the greatness of the Blood God, you will realize how corrupt Christo is, and then make the same choice as me."
"You're committing treason!" Aloko roared.
Although he came from the slums, he had a passionate heart; otherwise, he wouldn't have ventured deep into the dangerous heart of the North to gather intelligence for the Kingdom of Kristor.
"Treason?" Bono sneered, gently stroking the cover of "Blood Nerve," his eyes revealing undisguised mockery. "First, let's define what a nation is."
Aloko was a little confused. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"The Kingdom of Christo, in general, has a three-tiered structure of commoners, nobles, and kings, but the king usually represents the kingdom. There is also a saying that the king and nobles jointly govern the kingdom."
Bono's smile faded, and he continued, "In the general sense, commoners are merely assets of the kingdom, and sometimes they aren't even assets, just trash. You and I both come from the slums, so you should understand what this means."
Aloko's face stiffened; he naturally understood what he meant.
The residents of the slums, to put it nicely, are commoners; to put it bluntly, they are rats. Nobody respects them. To the high and mighty king and noble lords, it doesn't matter how many die.
"But what does this have to do with your treason?" Realizing that his thoughts had slipped up, Aloko quickly changed the subject.
Bono ignored him and continued speaking to himself: "The king and nobles make up only a tiny fraction of the kingdom's population, so why do they represent the country, while the majority of commoners are nothing?"
He stared into Aloko's eyes, his tone icy, "Who is the ruler of the kingdom? And who are the parasites of the kingdom? Answer me, Aloko, answer me."
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"..." Aloko's thoughts were in complete disarray, and he felt that he must be under mind control.
After a long silence, Bono smiled nonchalantly.
"I still couldn't get the answer from you, but that's alright. The Blood God has already given me the answer. I received the secret of change and subversion from Him."
"Those parasites that have been robbing the common people for so long should not be allowed to live. We will send them to the guillotine or hang them, just as we did not long ago with the nobles of the North."
"Now, I will give you a chance to access the law, and you will see everything I have seen."
Bono finally revealed his true intentions. He stepped down from the pulpit, went to the immobilized Alok, opened the book "Blood Nerve" in his hand, and slapped it down on Alok's face.
"Go and study the doctrines of the Blood God Cult carefully!"
"Waaaaaah!"
Aloko shook his head desperately, but the book seemed glued to his face, clinging to him tightly.
The skin on my face felt a wriggling, nauseating sensation, which came from the pages of the scripture.
The Blood Nerves stretched and activated, gradually enveloping Aloko's head.
Deep within the etheric layer, the network of laws extended its tentacles, reaching into his soul.
An hour later, the scripture shrank back to its original shape, revealing Aloko's face below.
His expression was blank, yet also somewhat enlightened, as if he had figured something out.
Bono nodded in agreement.
"Looks like you're not completely hopeless."
He had seen people who had access to the law but could not accept the doctrine; in the end, such people often had their heads explode or became madmen.
Privately, they called these people "stubborn ones," who were usually staunch aristocratic warriors or supporters of nobles and kings.
He took out a communicator and reported the results to his superior's messenger.
"This is Bono the ascetic. The newcomer is ready to be guided to become the new ascetic."
"Well, to Bono the ascetic, once the newcomer becomes a formal ascetic, you and he will return to the Kingdom of Cristo with false information, acting as an inside man for the index finger, awaiting further instructions."
"I will follow your instructions."
An unknown number of spies were also sent out along with the false intelligence.
The kings are still observing, while the Blood God's five fingers have already reached beyond the northern border.
The Gates of Oblivion in the North were supposed to have four doors, but three are now gone, including the one in the Deeper Abyss, which was also closed by the Blood God Child.
The forgotten monarchs inside all died under the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, and their respective forgotten domains were fed with a sea of blood.
Only the Lost Realm remains standing, like an insurmountable chasm at the border between the North and the Wilderness, blocking the Blood God Cult's westward advance.
In no time, the Lost Monarch Rost not only became famous in the Forgotten Realm, but was also regarded as a savior by the various families that ruled the Wasteland.
Having witnessed the massacre of the Darkscale Cult, all the major families were filled with dread, fearing that the Blood God Church might send assassins to deal with them in the same way it had dealt with the Darkscale Cult.
Now that the Lost Domain serves as an impregnable fortress, their worries have lessened considerably, and the clan leaders can sleep much more soundly.
However, what they didn't know was that the lost monarch, whom they regarded as their savior, had just escaped death from Modi's clutches.
"This is the paiva I've given you, enjoy it," Mordy said to Rost with a smile.
The ancient artifacts he once picked up have now been integrated into Rost's body, becoming part of his power.
Rost's authority over the lost was thus strengthened, tending to shift towards the realm of fantasy.
In this way, if he is suspected by the other forgotten monarchs, he can cover it up with his own power.
This is also a safeguard, to prevent his succubus goddess from whispering in his ear and causing him to turn against him.
Modi believed that since he could betray the Death Curse Monarch for that succubus, he would probably betray the Blood God Cult for the same reason.
"Lost? Bewildered? No, this power feels unreal. Although it is similar to my lost authority, it is not the same thing."
After overcoming the discomfort of fusing with the ancient god's relic, Rost recalled the perilous moment when he had just fused with it, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Indeed, they are not the same thing. Your authority is inclined to turn reality into nothingness, while this power is inclined to turn nothingness into reality."
After listening to Mordy's explanation, Rost nodded in agreement.
The integration of the ancient god's relics has made him much stronger than before.
He even had an idea: to directly attack the Raven Lord's territory and rescue his Lillian.
But thinking of the consequences of doing so—the wrath of the Death Curse Monarch and the punishment of the Blood God—he suppressed his agitation.
"Be patient, patience is better than cunning." Modi seemed to see through his thoughts, whether it was advice or warning, it was unclear. "Once my plan succeeds, I will leave you the head of the Raven Lord, and your succubus wife will return to your side."
The premise is that she is indeed not involved in a honey trap.
After going over the statements with Rost again, Mordy left the Lost Realm.
He was also very busy, having to find time to respond to the prayers of believers and work with his officers to develop new strategies for conflict.
The Blood God Cult cannot remain trapped in the Northern Territory indefinitely. Not only will Modi's ever-growing ambition not allow it, but neither will his followers.
They all basically followed the same path as Modi, taking the Blood God as their mentor, and their nature was transformed into [Styx], a new nature that appeared due to Modi's ascension.
Their desires were largely the same as Modi's; they all had the pursuit of changing the world. In addition, some people's desire to ascend also urged the Blood God Cult to expand as quickly as possible.
For those who embark on the path of the River Styx, war is the best catalyst and the best ritual for advancement, after all, Modi was promoted through war.
"The northern border is bitterly cold, and its population is still too small compared to the countries of the Central Plains," Du Yuanping said.
The Central Plains have a mild climate and fertile soil, so even a small country there may have a larger population than the North.
Population has always been a disadvantage for them.
"Even if we have people transferred from the Qiancang Realm, it is impossible to make up for the gap immediately unless we expand southward or move westward into the desolate rock region to absorb people from other places."
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The Qiancang Realm is the name given to the previous world after the Blood God Cult occupied the Great Qian Nine Provinces, partly as a tribute to that virtual world.
"Should we expand southward or westward, or do you have other ideas?"
Du Yuanping looked at Mo Di, waiting for his opinion.
Modi smiled slightly and chose "or".
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