Chapter 844

"Omebella..."

Hearing the voice of the "Pustule Severed Hand," hearing this name it called out, a chill rose from Lu Mian's tailbone, rushing straight to the back of his head, leaving behind standing body hair and cold sweat along the way.

Although he didn't know when the "Pustule Severed Hand" grew bones and flesh from the ashes and grew back to its original appearance, he had already prepared for the possibility of the opponent having an abnormality when passing by him, after all, there was a contract based on the power of the "Fate" pathway between them.

Lu Mian wasn't too worried about this; the two sides could be considered "colleagues" now, and the situation shouldn't become dangerous. But what he didn't expect was that the "Pustule Severed Hand" would actually call him by the name "Omebella."

This was simply a horror story!

For a moment, Lu Mian couldn't help but think about whether he had already been quietly eroded to a certain extent by Omebella, the divine child of the "Great Mother," and was gradually being replaced by the opponent.

Standing in the pure darkness, the "Pustule Severed Hand," which hadn't revealed any figure, paused for a few seconds, then continued to walk forward with that pile of steel puppets and undead soldier corpses, dull and wooden.

Only then did Lu Mian come back to his senses and think about the reason for the situation just now:

"According to Ludwig's statement, some creatures that don't possess necessary intelligence, created directly by the 'Great Mother' or having received Her grace, can sense the bit of Omebella bloodline in my body and regard me as the divine child of the 'Great Mother'..."

"The severed-hand brother's revival was interrupted by the divine descent, and subsequently controlled by '0—01,' becoming its puppet. That feminizing trend of change seems to have stopped because of this, which is to say, it doesn't count as a true revival now, and it has lost its own will, so it indeed doesn't possess necessary intelligence."

"It was created directly by the 'Great Mother,' or received the 'Great Mother's' grace? Hmm, that source of contamination that caused it to turn into a woman and develop toward the limit of beauty originated from the 'Great Mother'?"

"It does look quite similar. Being able to grow a complete body from just a drop of blood feels very much like a new birth..."

"But that's not right. According to this logic, the severed-hand brother should call me the respected divine child and show a certain degree of submission. Hehe, daring to call the divine child by name, this is a kind of blasphemy!"

Lu Mian muttered a few sentences, becoming even more puzzled:

"Also, if it's really explained that Omebella itself is an honorific, the severed-hand brother should only know that I am a divine child and couldn't possibly clearly grasp what the divine child's name is. An evil god like the 'Great Mother' definitely wouldn't have only one divine child. Maybe She has been giving birth all along. How could the severed-hand brother, who doesn't possess necessary intelligence, distinguish who is who and what they are called..."

"Unless, unless Omebella is the most special divine child, or the severed-hand brother knew Omebella before it died, that former Giant Queen?"

Lu Mian raised his right hand and rubbed his chin, feeling that after going out, he had to report these things to Ms. "Magician" as soon as possible to see if he could investigate the original identity of the "Pustule Severed Hand." Perhaps there would be some clues hidden in the historical classics of the new Silver City.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lu Mian's figure disappeared from where he was abruptly. He "teleported" back to the position near the top of the mountain of corpses.

After being distracted by the matter of the "Pustule Severed Hand," he remembered that he still had spoils of war that hadn't been picked up.

That was the "Painful Witch" Beyonder characteristic precipitated by Celeste, which could be used for Jenna later.

As for Zhu Li's portion, after experiencing the divine descent and the falling of foul blood, Lu Mian had no way of knowing where it was.

In the dead, pure darkness, Lu Mian put the "Painful Witch" Beyonder characteristic of unknown shape into the "Traveler's Bag."

He even packed two chunks of Celeste's corpse inside.

"Maybe it can be used as auxiliary material. If not, it can also be given to Ludwig. Since the Godfather has been out for so long, I have to bring him some gifts. It's just that I don't know if this counts as dirty in Ludwig's eyes..." Lu Mian muttered two sentences and "teleported" to the edge of the wilderness, leaving this area sleeping in dead, silent darkness.

Relying on the identity of an agent of "0—01," he walked out of the underground mausoleum quickly and smoothly, returning to the entrance area.

Lu Mian then opened his eyes and saw the azure sky.

At this very moment, the morning sunlight was bright but not dazzling, and the air after the rain was fresh and natural but carried a bit of a scorched smell.

Lu Mian, who had stayed in the eternal darkness of the underground mausoleum for more than ten hours, suddenly had a feeling of being in another world.

Immediately following, he saw heads, each dragging a white, blood-stained spine, circling in mid-air.

They were dense, numbering in the thousands, and their gazes all fell on the entrance area of the underground mausoleum, falling on Lu Mian.

Lu Mian had seen some of these heads before; they were regulars at the "Carnivore" bar.

"The consequence of '0—01's' activation?"

"There must be thousands or tens of thousands here..."

"Does this count as a kind of sacrifice?"

"'Red Priest'..."

As Lu Mian's thoughts flickered, he raised his hands.

The space between his eyebrows became scorching hot, with a bit of stinging pain.

Woo!

A violent hurricane suddenly blew up, blowing those thousands of heads dragging white spines that had gathered above the cemetery back into the city area.

Those flying heads seemed to feel Lu Mian's will, drifting with the wind while falling down, falling back onto their own headless bodies.

Is this the special nature of an "agent"? It's a pity, it can only be used in Morora... Lu Mian withdrew his hands, lowered his head to examine himself for a few seconds, and walked out of the cemetery with great regret.

At the entrance of the cemetery, an exile was pressing his returned head and twisting it with force.

Crack!

His head turned from facing the spine back to the front.

Seeing Lu Mian watching him, he revealed a smile and said like a normal person:

"Today, the weather, is really nice, ah..."

"Yeah." Lu Mian returned a relaxed smile.

He "teleported" directly back to the "Carnivore" bar, his figure outlining itself at the door of Zhu Li's room.

The corpse of Lies, which had been lying on the bed, was already gone, and even Zhu Li's collection had lost its trace.

"The law enforcers have been here... Did they bury Lies's corpse in the cemetery?" Lu Mian disappeared from where he was thoughtfully.

This time, the position where he appeared was the entrance of the Church of Knowledge.

He walked in, walked to Madame Hela-Berg, who was wearing a plain white robe with brass threads, and smiled as he took out the books he had borrowed earlier from the "Traveler's Bag":

"Archbishop, I've finished reading them all."

While speaking, Lu Mian felt that Madame Hela-Berg seemed to have aged a bit.

"Really finished reading them?" Madame Hela-Berg asked back with a smile.

Lu Mian said "Uh" and answered honestly:

"There are two more I haven't listened to, but I can't listen to them anymore."

Madame Hela-Berg nodded with satisfaction:

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing. There's no need to pretend."

While taking those books, he said:

"There's indeed no need to read these anymore. I must remind you that these books have already been infected with disease, as have the other items in your bag. You must handle them subsequently; burn what should be burned, purify what should be purified. You cannot let the disease spread."

Is Celeste's Grade 1 Sealed Artifact that powerful? It's constantly creating "disease" even while inside the "Traveler's Bag"... Lu Mian said sincerely:

"I will be careful. Thank you, Archbishop."

"Archbishop, how should items that spread fatal diseases be sealed?"

Madame Hela-Berg looked at Lu Mian for a few seconds and laughed.

He pointed to another brass bookshelf:

"That one, that one, that one. Take them and read them, learn and learn."

Sure enough, a teacher won't give the answer directly... Lu Mian didn't resist continuing to learn, took out those books, and put them into the "Traveler's Bag."

Then, he piled up a smile and said:

"Archbishop, what must I do to leave Morora?"

Madame Hela-Berg, with graying hair, said meaningfully:

"No one has ever forbidden the residents here from leaving Morora; it's just that they are unwilling to leave."

Lu Mian paused for a moment and asked back with some realization:

"Leave the same way I came?"

Madame Hela-Berg revealed an approving expression and then pointed to Lu Mian's body:

"Do you want to change your clothes?"

Lu Mian lowered his head to look, only then discovering that his clothes, pants, and shoes had become tattered in the previous fierce battle.

He was about to take spare clothes from the "Traveler's Bag," but then he remembered that these must have also been infected with occult disease.

Madame Hela-Berg pointed to a room near the stairs:

"There are clothes there that can be changed."

"Thank you, Archbishop." Lu Mian breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly into that room, and saw several plain white robes with brass threads hanging inside.

These were the vestments of the clergy of the Church of Knowledge.

Lu Mian looked back at Madame Hela-Berg, who had started flipping through books, with a thoughtful expression, and nimbly changed into a plain white robe with brass threads that was similar to his own size.

Then, he opened the heavy wooden door that was left ajar in the church and went down layer by layer along the stone steps, deep into the ground.

That corridor had no changes compared to when he came, and the glowing gems embedded in the walls still provided a certain amount of illumination.

That indescribable, terrifying sound rang in Lu Mian's ears again.

Lu Mian walked toward the exit at a pace that was neither fast nor slow. Having become an agent of "0—01," the further he walked, the more he felt that this place might truly be a long esophagus.

What kind of creature would have such an esophagus? Lu Mian thought for a while but couldn't think of an answer.

With such vigilance, he didn't transform into a flame spear to rush on his way here, nor did he "teleport" directly. He walked honestly for several hours and finally walked back behind that pair of brass doors.

He stretched out his hands, used force from his waist and back, and let the door make a heavy sound, letting it be slowly pulled open.

There was no one outside the door, and no one was on duty.

Lu Mian said "Heh" to himself and walked out.

He didn't forget to close the door.

Wearing the plain white robe with brass threads, he walked all the way back. There was no one along the way, but he felt invisible gazes from unknown sources.

After walking to the prison where he had been held before, Lu Mian sensed it and activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

He chose to "teleport" directly back to Trier, "teleport" back to the apartment he had rented.

His body and spirit were quite good, but he had a strong sense of exhaustion in his heart and wanted to rest for a while.

Lu Mian had just outlined his figure when he saw Ludwig enjoying afternoon tea.

Ludwig looked up, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Clang!

The silver fork in the little boy's hand dropped into the snack plate.

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Introduction: In the tenth year of Tianbao, the hero emperor Gao Yang played the femur pipa, singing and playing by himself. The accompaniment music rang out, grotesque, absurd, terrifying, desperate, and painful.

This year, Liu Taozi, who lived by the Zhang River, caught some fish, and the story began.

(End of chapter)