I Became the King of Villains In the Game Chapter 671

  Chapter 671 Double Ceremony

  【Virtual thought ring】

  Mission description: After experiencing the scouring of endless time, you have become the eternal you. You have completed extremely profound accumulation in a corner that no one knows, and you have realized the true meaning of the cycle of fate.

  Mission Objective: The Ouroboros symbolizes the closed loop of fate. You need to fabricate a complete destiny, let this destiny interfere with reality, change the major processes or events at the current stage, and complete the closed loop in history.

   (Note: The greater the impact, the more perfect the closed loop is shaped, the stronger the ritual feedback, and the faster the authority will be digested...the success rate of promotion is related to it.)

  Chen Lun looked at the promotion task of [Ouroboros], and couldn't help but look solemn.

  He frowned slightly and took a deep breath.

  'Fictitious destiny, used to change the course of major events in the current timeline, and at the same time create a "head-to-tail echo" connection with past history? '

   In his heart, he tried his best to interpret the requirements of the task.

   But it was discovered that the difficulty of promotion for Sequence One is probably much higher than that of [Anonymous].

  Description is not only general, but also difficult to implement.

  Chen Lun sat quietly on the white throne, meditating for a long time.

  In the end, there was a sigh.

  'I'm afraid it's unrealistic to come up with a complete plan in a short period of time, so let's take it easy and prepare for a while longer. '

   The matter is of great importance, and he intends to prepare well.

  Chen Lun stood up, and the pale robe changed accordingly, returning to the image of a black dress.

   "Ronan, Douglas."

  He called softly.

   "Your Majesty the King of Cang."

  The hat boy and the earl suddenly appeared from the two sides behind him, lowering their heads respectfully, like two competent retinues following around.

   "Follow me."

   As Chen Lun said, he took off his black top hat and handed it out.

  The hat boy hurried forward in small steps, holding up his hands like a living coat rack, supporting Lord Cang Wang's hat.

"yes."

  The two answered quickly.

  Chen Lun nodded, slowly walked down the steps of the White Throne, and strolled on Tianyuan.

   Looking at the endless green grassland, the breeze blows from time to time, giving people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

  Chen Lun's gaze scanned, penetrated Tianyuan, and overlooked the fairyland below.

  He saw in the Dawn Cathedral, Maggie was wearing holy makeup, wearing a gray nun robe, and a bamboo hat, leading many believers to sing praises about the gods of the fairyland.

  The humming church organ is used as the background sound, which is sacred and solemn.

  The human voice sang loudly, echoing in the church.

  "Under the sky, there are towering mountains, lush flowers and plants, dancing shadows of trees, clear streams flowing, fish playing, the sky is blue and lofty, and clouds are lingering..."

  Among the crowd, there are two students Ahsoka and Felice Anno, as well as white cats, black cats and ordinary fairyland residents.

"Great King Cang, I forget the troubles of the world in your arms, feel infinite love, every moment is beautiful... There are flocks of cattle and sheep on the grass, the shepherd is blowing music, the birds are fragrant, we whisper softly, talking and laughing in the fairyland The colors are colorful and dreamlike…”

  Every believer has a peaceful and pious smile on his face, singing from the bottom of his heart.

  Chen Lun had a gentle expression.

   Another glimpse of Anton outside the church, listening to hymns, while playing with Bab, Bib, and Ding Ding. Noah sat quietly by the door and painted, recording the scene inside the cathedral.

  In the attic of the White Tower, Carmen was studying the ancient magic tome at his desk.

  Martin Gustus is in the basement of the church, melting all kinds of mythological materials, concentrating on making a set of ladies' dresses...

  Everything is so peaceful and serene.

   "Come with me to visit Mr. Angela."

  Chen Lun withdrew his gaze and said softly.

  The hat boy and the earl could not help but be taken aback.

   Angela?

  The true **** of magic, Mr. Jing Yao? !

  The two ancient gods thought of something, and trembled all over.

   "Yes... yes, Your Majesty Cang Wang."

   Chen Lun smiled when he saw this.

  He knew that in the ancient era, Huangong, Jingyao, Shengshu, Guangming and the giant had the best relationship, and the rest of the ancient gods could only rely on them.

   But Chen Lun didn't bother to care about the mood of these two guys.

  He visited Mr. Jingyao this time, hoping to get advice and inspiration from him... As the knowledgeable and wisest **** of magic, Mr. Angela will definitely give him correct advice.

   In this way, Chen Lun can also have greater confidence in completing the promotion ceremony of the "virtual circle".

   Stepping forward, Chen Lun's figure disappeared in place.

   At the same time, the hat boy and the earl of the tongue also disappeared.

  When Chen Lun came to the sleeping door again, there was no one there.

   Lady Sigh no longer guards here.

  He took the two ancient gods' followers, went straight through the gate, and entered the dream world.

  Going all the way, the dream creatures and polluting creatures along the way couldn't find the existence of the three of them, even if they passed by.

   After entering the "Crystal Mountain Range" area, he went down the huge crack in the depths and reached the "Abyss" at the bottom of the mountain range. Here, he saw a familiar sight...the azure kyanite cave filled his vision.

  In the dark and secluded environment, thousands of mouths chanting songs echoed, filled with solemn and crazy rhythms and tones.

   That's the song from the mural god...

  Chen Lun looked up and saw a man in a velvet blue robe, leaning lazily against the stone wall, reading an ancient parchment scroll in his hand.

   On the other side of him is the out-of-control mural **** Clarenso, who is floating on the dome in the form of a mythical creature, neither daring to approach nor leaving.

   "It's that guy Clarenso... It's too miserable, he has been wandering here since he went crazy."

"It's too awful."

  The hat boy exchanged a word with the Earl of Learning Tongue in a low voice.

  Chen Lun glanced at the huge floating head from a distance, then stroked his chest and saluted the man in the robe under the rock wall.

   "Mr. Angela."

   "It's Jack, come here."

  The short-haired man stopped reading and looked up, smiled slightly, and waved to Chen Lun.

  Chen Lun agreed and stepped forward quickly.

   "It's been a long time since I came to visit 'Little Kai Suo'...I happened to be here to read a book."

  Mr. Jingyao turned his head, looked at the floating behemoth, and said calmly.

  Chen Lun understands that "Keso" is Mr. Angela's nickname for the slave **** "Clarenso".

   "I heard that His Majesty Clarenso once fought against Mud Man, but lost control and went crazy after losing... Sir, can He still be saved?"

  He followed Mr. Jingyao's words and asked in a deep voice.

   Angela raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Lun.

   "There is no hope."

  Mr. Jingyao said lightly.

"This is the collapse of faith and anchors. The last trace of Kelso's humanity is preserved only by his attachment to Xiaofei...If one day in the future, the eternal sleeper Sebastian Pardo wakes up, or falls , Kelso will disappear together with the dream world."

  Chen Lun fell silent.

  In the entire cave, there are only bursts of chanting, and Clarenso murmuring in a daze:

   "Fee...Fare..."

  Chen Lun felt inexplicably heavy.

  If in the future, I fail in the face of the Seven Gods or even the old Outer Gods, I am afraid that the end will be much more miserable than that of Clarenso...

   "Jack, you came to me, presumably because of [Ouroboros]'s promotion ceremony?"

  Mr. Jingyao's vast and deep eyes looked at him for a few seconds, and then he spoke.

  Surprise flashed in Chen Lun's eyes, and he immediately responded:

   "Yes, Mr. Angela, I am confused about this, and I hope you can give me some pointers."

"Um…"

  Mr. Jingyao nodded.

   After a brief pause, He continued:

   "Jack, since the birth of the sequence pathway, the existence of rituals is only to help digest knowledge and accumulation... Theoretically speaking, promotion can be completed even without rituals."

   "I know, sir."

   Chen Lun said softly.

  Mr. Jingyao showed a faint smile.

"Conversely, if the ceremony can be overfulfilled, it will naturally obtain even greater feedback and benefit endlessly... The promotion ceremony of Sequence One of Destiny is unique, that is, to complete the closed loop of the historical process. My suggestion is that you can Try to end the War of the Century."

   "End the War of the Century..."

  Chen Lun looked thoughtful.

  At the beginning, it was he who personally killed the Sun King Andre, which caused the empire's strength to be greatly reduced. The three subordinate kingdoms took the opportunity to besiege, and thus set off a century war on the Sun Continent that has continued to this day.

  The Seven Gods don't care about human beings, and the martyr father even uses mortals as containers for pollution. Chen Lun is determined to end all of this, so he adopted the strategy of "short-term pain is worse than long-term pain".

  Now, taking action to end the war by yourself will not only bring an end to the entire process of the big event and form a closed loop, but also reshuffle the beliefs and temporarily reduce the persecution of the Seven Gods on the world.

   "I think I understand, Mr. Angela."

  Chen Lun said thoughtfully.

  Next, he asked Mr. Jing Yao a few more questions to supplement the details of the ceremony. Often a few simple words from the other party can give Chen Lun great inspiration.

  After the doubts were almost answered, Chen Lun planned to leave.

  However, at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

  Chen Lun hurriedly asked:

   "Mr. Angela, if... I arrange two ceremonies at the same time, so that they can be performed at the same time under the premise that they meet the requirements, and form a closed loop with each other, will it take effect?"

"oh?"

  Mr. Jingyao frowned, looking surprised.

   "Theoretically, it is certainly possible. Once successful, the feedback several times that of the ceremony is enough to allow you to instantly obtain quite amazing accumulation, and it can also help you digest more authority..."

   As he spoke, He warned:

   "But I don't need to tell you, you should also understand that the difficulty of the double Sequence One promotion ceremony is far from being as simple as one plus one... Originally, the promotion of Sequence One is extremely difficult, so..."

  Mr. Jingyao shook his head and did not continue.

   "At least throughout the ages, no one has been promoted from God in this way... Jack, I suggest you make a cautious decision."

   Unexpectedly, Chen Lun grinned.

"As long as it's feasible...Mr. Angela, of course I want to play it safe, but time won't wait for me. In less than twenty years, the martyr's father will completely lose control. At that time, the round-the-island ceremony will be destroyed. The erosion of the Outer Gods will be unimpeded... If I can't grasp enough power before then, this world will be destroyed."

   he said, his voice lowered.

   "I have people and things that I need to protect, sir. This is a desperate salvation, and it is also the last attachment to beauty as a human being."

  Besides, the hat boy and the earl of the tongue bowed their heads and remained silent.

  The hearts of the two were a little shocked.

  Mr. Jingyao took a deep look at the man in front of him.

   What he can be sure of is that the strong emotion in the other party's eyes does not seem to be fake, it is an emotion unique to human beings, an emotion called "determination".

   "Go."

  Mr. Jingyao pondered for a moment, then said softly.

  The tone is mixed with appreciation and praise.

   Even a hint of admiration.

   "If you fail, Mia and I will try our best to buy you more time..."

"Thanks."

  Chen Lun took a deep breath, saluted respectfully, and left immediately.

   After he leaves.

  Mr. Jingyao did not read any more, but walked slowly under the huge floating head with his hands behind his back.

  He raised his head and stared at the behemoth for a while.

  Clarenzo was still chanting Frederick's name repeatedly.

   "Thank you for your hard work, little Kai Suo."

  Mr. Jingyao said something softly.

   "Your mission is complete, rest..."

  The former magic master, Angela's past student, and the out-of-control mural **** Clarenso bowed his head.

  Under the huge crystal mask, the true face cannot be seen clearly.

  But His anchor point protected by love, that ray of humanity, has the upper hand at this moment, and an old, deep and relieved voice came out of his mouth:

   "Teacher, please send my regards to Fei."

"Will do."

  Mr. Jingyao nodded with a smile, and stretched out his hand.

  A bright dark blue magic circle bloomed from the dome, interlocking with each other, with tens of millions of small seals embedded inside.

  Gentle light fell, and the huge and deformed head withered like a petal, turning into endless dust and drifting away.

   "It's a pity that I can't travel with you anymore..."

  'I want to make up two fates at the same time...'

  On the moon, in the flower shop on the first floor of the apartment at No. 7 Denton Street.

  A black hat gentleman is sitting by the French window, holding an ivory white pen, writing on paper.

   rustle...

  The tip of the pen scratches across the paper, making a subtle and soft sound.

  He was engrossed, the ink flowed from the golden quenched blue pen tip, and gorgeous letters fell one by one, and there was a cup of steaming scented tea in his hand, which was fragrant and elegant.

  Floye, who was wearing a black gauze dress, was sitting opposite the small round table, propping her chin with her white hands like jade, tilting her head, and quietly watching her lover.

  Those purple eyes were filled with happiness and attachment.

  The flower shop is still quiet.

  A long while.

  Chen Lun looked at the two manuscript papers in hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

   Here is the revised and improved preliminary plan…

  His heart beat faster.

  I am excited and looking forward to my "crazy" arrangement.

  The two ceremonies preset by Chen Lun are located in the Sun Continent and the Outer Continent respectively. These two fictional destinies will be unfolded by a key person.

'First, I will use the fairyland re-enactment of the fate line of "Scorching Sun" as a blueprint to fabricate a brand new Arnold Trisul, turn the fiction into reality, let him serve as the ritual carrier of the Sun Continent, unify the war, and restore the chaos Become orderly, establish a new empire, become the emperor of the new era, and be Andre's closed loop... Feedback from this ceremony will not only allow me to be promoted to Sequence One smoothly, but may also allow Arnold to regain control of the two sun powers, complete Another kind of resurrection. '

  Chen Lun examined the first draft in his hand, his mind racing.

'Secondly, I made up another opposite character at the same time, like a mirror image, born in the Outer Continent, let her destroy the stability of the Nine Great Empires, and make order go to disorder, so as to form a closed loop with Arnold's progress... In addition , it would be best for this fictional character to go on the path of the holy fire, so that when the ceremony is completed, I can take advantage of the power of "overlapping fate" and perfectly inherit the accumulation of the fictional character. '

   Chen Lun has considered this point carefully.

  If you wait until you are promoted to [Ouroboros] and then use the power of "turning reality into nothingness" to create a blank space and walk the path of the holy fire, it may be too late in time.

  Remove the year and month required for the promotion ceremony.

  How much time did Chen Lun let Blank "grow"?

  So "overlapping fate" is very helpful to the plan!

   This is completely equivalent to a "dress rehearsal" in advance. It is a "no file deletion test" set up by Chen Lun, the GM, for himself.

  At that time, I only need to let Blank inherit the power of the fictional characters in the Outer Continent...

   "Old...husband?"

  At this time, Floyd spoke a strange language with a quiet and ethereal voice... The tone was a bit tentative and playful.

  Chen Lun couldn't help being taken aback.

  He raised his head, and saw that pretty but flushed face.

  Floy lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and said:

   "Have some tea, husband."

  Chen Lun smiled.

   This "local dialect" was taught by him to Floyd, and it was a little fun between the two. Although it sounded a little strange, it was still more intimate.

  Chen Lun picked up his teacup and took a sip, his eyes fell on Floyd's face, seeing her slightly embarrassed expression, he couldn't help feeling amused.

   "Master Jack, some 'Astral Iris' is added to the flower tea. I checked the information and found that this material can increase the fertility rate of mythical creatures..."

  Floy's beautiful eyes flowed, and she met the gentleman's gaze.

  A look of anticipation on his face.

   "Are you done with work?"

"ha?"

  Chen Lun was taken aback.

  The next second, he saw Floy standing up, her little hand was already holding his arm, planning to lead him to the door.

   "By the way, Master Jack, some special postures seem to increase the probability, Floy wants to try..."

   "Cough, isn't it bad in broad daylight?"

   "This is the moon, Master Jack, and it is night for twenty-four hours...and if you think it is too bright, Froy can lower the field of night."

  The voice gradually faded away, heading upstairs.

  The Sun Continent, the Far East Misty Sea.

   On the boundless sea, the waves are rough and the wind is strong.

  The sky is thundering and lightning, and the storm is raging in the ocean.

   Click!

  A blue-purple lightning flashed across, illuminating the drowsy vision.

  Two huge deep divers fought bravely in the sea, the waves rose, and the loud noise continued...The sharp claws wrapped the arc, tore off the hard fish scales, and blood splashed in the sea water.

  The fierce fighting lasted for several hours.

  When the head of one of the deep divers was taken off by the opponent, the body sank into the sea, and the storm stopped.

   After a while.

  At the beach of a deserted island dozens of kilometers away, a slim figure appeared on the sea surface, and she slowly climbed onto the beach.

  The woman was covered in cuts and bruises, soaked in blood, her long flaxen hair was soaked in sea water, clinging to her cheeks, her pursed lips were bloodless, trembling slightly, she looked quite miserable.

  But those blue eyes were extremely determined.

   After taking two staggering steps, the woman couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the sand with a plop.

  Her consciousness was a little fuzzy, and she struggled to stuff the several mid-sequence deep-sea substances into her mouth, swallowing them in one gulp.

   This is her spoils after killing her opponent, which is enough to make her accumulation go further.

   Not long after, the woman passed out.

  During her sleep, she appeared in the familiar bay again.

  Under the gloomy sky, a huge square stone pillar stood on the distant sea, covered with barnacles, seaweed and the remains of marine life.

  A fish-headed monster hundreds of meters high clings to it, casting its gaze indifferently.

   "Irina, congratulations, you killed another 'Honor Carnival' contestant... Now, including you, there are still four people left in the carnival."

  The woman named Irina knelt on the ground and crawled towards the sea.

  She looked frenzied and said tremblingly:

   "The seeker of Bailiye, the great Heart of the Abyss, Your Majesty Dagon...Irina begs you for new guidance."

   "Of course, as the blood relative of Lord Abbasye, Irina, you are eligible to receive my guidance..."

  The voice of the giant fish head was like thunder.

  The next second, Irina felt the corners of her eyes a little itchy, and immediately two blue-black fish scales grew out, with fine and mysterious patterns on the surface, resembling Bailiye characters.

  Irina was ecstatic in her heart.

  She knew that this was a reward and power bestowed by Dagon.

   "Go, fight, fight, and be the last winner... Only in this way can you get the gift of the father."

  The voice of the giant fish head suddenly appeared in her ears.

  Irina's consciousness was blurred again.

  When the woman on the shore disappeared, Dagon was still clinging to the huge stone pillar on the sea surface, and there was a trace of expectation and hatred in those bulging, dark eyes that never closed.

   "It's almost... King Cang, your death is coming soon..."

   Dagon's huge webbed claws brushed against his neck.

  It seems that the sharpness of the past still makes him feel deep pain.

  Desert island in the present world.

  Irina woke up and found that it was already the next morning.

  She quickly raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye, only to see that she touched the cold fish scales, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

   Standing up, Irina's blue eyes looked around.

  Three groups of distorted horizons flashed in the southwest and northeast directions respectively, and two of them almost overlapped and were in the same position, which seemed to indicate something.

   "The extreme north of the continent, and the middle of the continent..."

  Irina took a deep breath and sneered.

   "The final winner must be me!"

   Time quickly passed half a year.

   It came to the spring of 4429 in the solar calendar.

   Wonderland holiday month.

  On the second floor of the apartment at No. 7 Denton Street, Froy stood in front of the kitchen stove, glanced down at her flat belly, and sighed in disappointment.

   Then, he took out the fried pork chops from the pot, cut them into strips and placed them on the rice, poured a spoonful of black pepper sauce on them, and then took the dinner plate and went downstairs.

  By the floor-to-ceiling windows of the flower shop, the straight and elegant figure was still immersed in writing.

   This has been the case every day for the past six months.

  Floy gently placed the steaming food on the side table, and poured another glass of milk.

  At this time, I heard a deep but mixed with joyful emotion:

"Finally finished…"

"Um?"

  Floy raised her eyebrows and turned her head curiously.

  But found that the lover closed the pen cap, and there were two thick "scripts" with hardcover book covers on the table.

  A gold and white carved book, inscribed "Anotrisul".

  Another blue engraved book with the words "Diny Lucius" tattooed on it.

   "Master Jack, are you ready for the ceremony?"

  Floy asked in surprise.

  Chen Lun stood up from the chair, walked slowly, and gently hugged Floyd in his arms.

   "Well, it's all ready..."

  Chen Lun's eyes flashed with anticipation.

   It took him half a year to get everything ready, and finally he could officially start the promotion ceremony.

   "Well, Floy, the food you made still smells so tempting...Before the ceremony begins, let's eat something."

  Chen Lun was in a good mood and chuckled lightly.

  The corners of Floy's mouth raised slightly, and she tied the napkin for him with her own hands.

   Still another day for Calvin...

   Thailand is painful! !

  (end of this chapter)

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