Book of Gods and Demons

The flame.

Blood.

Thick smoke.

The corpse.

Pouring rain.

Hysterical lightning.

The biting cold, suffocating high fever, severe headaches, fainting and convulsions again and again.

Who is holding yourself?

That familiar face?

Lightning flashed across the sky, bringing a flash of light.

The little face turned blue from the cold, the face of the young Gorkin.

He hugged himself tightly, trembling all over, muttering something in a low voice in panic and horror.

There was lightning and thunder in the dream, and a suffocating black shadow shrouded in the depth of one's soul. From in the depth of one's soul, the pain from every corner of the body hit Joe's throat There was a chuckle, and the body twitched violently.

Then Joe woke up from the chaotic, fragmented dream.

Deeply sweating all over, Joe blankly opened his eyes and looked all around.

This is a huge room, a room that Joe is very familiar with.

A comfortable four-poster bed is placed in the corner of the room. Joe is lying in a thick bedding. Brocade, silk and velvet make up the main body of the bedding. He lies on the bed as if lying in the sky In, light and fluttering.

The spacious room is messy and filled with all kinds of fun that young people like.

Flintlock rifles with ivory handles, antique long swords, sabers, dozens of rifles, and nearly a hundred swords, all piled indiscriminately on several benches made of ebony wood .

What is suffocating is that in the center of these sword flintlock guns, there is an uncharged, eight-hundred-centimeter-caliber'Tor' giant artillery shell!

More than a dozen sets of armors called works of art lie crookedly on the ground, and some armors are decorated with gorgeous birds of paradise, birds of paradise, sunbirds, rainbow birds, etc. Feathers of birds.

Dozens of gorgeous dresses are scattered all over the floor. These dresses are all made of high-end silk and brocade, and the buttons are made of gold, silver, pearls, and gems. Inlaid.

In the middle of the house is a gorgeous specimen of a white peacock with a large screen. In the other corner of the room, there is a billiard table, a few sofas and two rows of wine cabinets diagonally opposite. Echoing each other.

On the four walls of the room, there are dozens of huge specimens of beast heads.

The heads of these beasts have wide open mouths, and their sharp fangs are all covered with thick gold.

Joe eyes opened, staring blankly at this messy, but comfortable and safe room. That's right, this is his bedroom, in a coma, he went home.

Shaking his head vigorously, Joe recalled the scene in his dream just now. Then, a burst of dizziness hit.

It's still flames, still blood, and also thick smoke and corpses.

Joe shook his head vigorously. He had never had the dream before. And this dream, and the cruel scene of last night, merged chaotically.

How could there be Gorkin in the dream?

And it was Gorkin in his childhood. Where was he curled up while hugging himself?

Countless mixed thoughts were quickly dispelled by a strong nausea, Joe suddenly woke up, he killed someone. He killed someone last night. And the method of killing is so tyrannical and terrifying, just like the legendary devil.

Don't mention the black figure who ran away.

That mad slaughter is indeed true. Joe saw clearly and remembered clearly that he was smashed by a punch.

The punch that exceeded the limit, the flesh and blood that covered the entire alley. Also, the policemen who were brutally killed, his colleagues!

The Adams apple twitched violently, and Joe jumped up. He slammed open the small table beside the bed, and several ivory and crystal water pipes on the table fell to the ground.

He kicked off a beautiful pure gold opera mask, stepped on a silver sugar bowl and almost fell, swaying from a few yards of ivory on the display rack. After that, he plunged into the bathroom.

I opened the lid of the toilet and almost stuffed his head into the toilet. Then Joe vomited violently.

The internal organs are all tumbling, the bile and gall are all vomiting clean, Joe is vomiting violently, the bathroom is full of unpleasant smells, and his heaven-shaking, earth-shattering vomiting The open door passed out.

Several young girls wearing black and white, two colors and fine linen maid dresses walked into the room and got busy lightly.

In the room where there were only two candles on, the heavy velvet curtains were pulled open. In the afternoon, the lazy sunlight entered the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the messy room was brightly illuminated.

A tall, thin, black long hair wrapped in a towering bun, wearing a simple black dress, a middle-aged woman with a rather elegant temperament followed the maids walking in .

The middle-aged woman is very beautiful in life, and is well maintained. There are no wrinkles on her white face. In the sun, her face and slender palms shine like pearls.

She stood beside the bad luck white peacock and asked worriedly: "Joe? Is it okay? Oh, the kind Muteste is up..."

Joe lifts the head, closed the toilet lid heavily and pressed the flush button.

He went to the washstand, turned on the cold water faucet, took a glass of water from the cup, and rinsed his mouth vigorously.

He loudly said without looking back: "Mother, I'm fine, ah, the benevolent Muteste is on top, I don't even have a small hole in my body."

Put down the water glass, Holding up a handful of cold water and splashing it on his face, Joe asked loudly: "Mother, what happened yesterday... Are Tifa and Weimar okay? Okay, I shouldn't worry about Tifa, how is Weimar?"

Middle-aged woman, Joe's mother Liya pressed her hands on her chest, exhaled heavily, and smiled softly: "Everyone is safe, Joe. It's just you, which worried us too much. You slept all night. And the whole morning!"

With a low praise of the benevolent Muteste, Liya scowled, loudly said: "Joe, I regret it, how could I agree to let you go to the Judicial Academy? I shouldn't have agreed to join you in the police station."

"The benevolent Muteste is here, you know, yesterday Tulum Harbor..." Liya tilted her head slightly, and she babbled. Liya has many best friends in Tulum, so she is definitely one of the small group of people who have the best information.

Last night, the port of Tulum was hit hard.

Near the new Pier No. 3, more than 2,000 homes were destroyed by gunfire. Tulum Port City Hall did not announce the number of casualties, but informed sources claimed that there were at least a thousand ordinary citizens casualties last night.

Fortunately, on the night of Mid-autumn, many of the mansions were empty, otherwise the casualties would be even worse.

In addition to civilians, 129 mounted police died in the line of duty, and more than 200 mounted police were slightly or seriously injured; even more miserable are the ordinary police in Tulum, whose battle strength is far inferior to the mounted police. A total of 383 people died in the line of duty last night, and the number of wounded is even more alarming.

The garrison of Tulum Port and the naval fleet stationed in Tulum Port responded promptly. The two armies were dispatched in an emergency and effectively deterred the enemy. Those who attacked the enemy were defeated by the army. Cause greater losses.

Joe leaned forward to the crystal mirror and carefully looked at the round face in the mirror.

Black's short hair, round and soft face, slightly sunken eye sockets, and two black eyes are quite agile.

Liya was still complaining, and when Joe closed her eyes, and then opened it again, the magical array of three six-pointed stars appeared in his pupils again.

The pupils were slightly flushed with rays of light, and Joe looked at the face in the mirror seriously.

"Hello, Joe."

"Hello, Crimson."

"So, what am I, Joe; Or, I am actually Crimson "

"There is no doubt that we are the same existence. So, what kind of existence am I?"

"Blush, what is it?"

< p>There was a burst of pain in my mind, and Joe quickly let go of the problem.

When the pain in his head disappeared, Joe looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly, "This question is too profound, and its not something I can discuss now. Then, put it later. This is the wisest choice."

With a sip of cold water, and then wiped his face, Joe straightened up and stared at the mirror.

"Then, let me think about it, I should have heard Gorkin and Tifa have said. No, not just them, even Weimar has said something in front of me."

"The sea of strength, the sea of energy, the Divine Sea."

"The endless Dirac Sea."

"The roots of everything, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind Elements...Three Seas 7 meridians cultivation method."

In Joe's pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic array began to rotate. He lowered his head and looked at his tall, fat body.

"Because of physique, my family concealed the way of power from me? Well, I am afraid that I will try randomly and hurt my body?"

"This body is extremely When I was a child, I was extremely traumatized."

"Before I didn't care about strength. At that time, I was very satisfied as long as I had enough gold marks in my pocket."

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"Well, I can't think about it."

After another headache hit, Joe paused to explore his own situation.

At this moment, a thin layer of water vapor suddenly appeared on the crystal mirror in front of him.

Joe looked down at the hot water tap in the sink.

He didn't turn on the hot water faucet at all, so how could there be steam in the bathroom?

He took a step back, and the hexagram in his pupils rotated slightly faster. His heart beats vigorously, and waves of heat continue to spread from his chest to his whole body.

A strange creature, about one foot tall, quietly emerged in the hazy mirror.

The body of this guy is a bit like an elongated seahorse.

And his head is a bit like a bald Little Old Man with a sad face.

He has no feet, his tail is looped like a seahorse, and he flicks it easily. He has two short arms, and he is carrying a small pipe, smoking a cigarette'click, click,', and small smoke rings continue to emerge from the pipe.

"Hello, Joe. Or, hello, Blush."

"When we meet for the first time, introduce myself, you can call me Laplace."

"Or, you can call me the omniscient."

"Of course, I know all but not omnipotent."