Michael's gaze followed the direction of Augustus' finger. After a long while, he frowned, "Rachel?"
He couldn't clearly perceive the fate of the same level, not to mention that the other party was related to the owner of the bookstore who had completely jumped out of fate. The original trajectory was completely messed up and became very vague.
He could only vaguely feel that Augustus was talking about his scholar companion who was studying the Androids.
Michael had a headache.
He vaguely found that his companions seemed to be unavoidably approaching and converging with the bookstore, including himself.
As a high-ranking person who was tired of observing and playing with the fate of others, Michael naturally knew that this situation was not normal.
Those who formed the Path of the Fire Sword were all gods who had existed for a very long time. In terms of mysteriousness, they had long surpassed 99% of the extraordinary existences in this world. However, they were like water in a funnel, converging towards the center — the owner of the bookstore.
There were only two possibilities for such a situation.
The first was that the mysteriousness of the owner of the bookstore exceeded the sum of all of them, causing them to involuntarily move closer to him under the torrent of fate.
The second was that the owner of the bookstore, like Michael in the past, was deliberately pulling the strings of their fate. Everything was his plan.
Michael leaned towards the second possibility. Remember: http://m.9biquge.com
Because when his avatar faced the owner of the bookstore, he heard the owner of the bookstore say the code names of the ten members of the Road of Flaming Sword.
This was an absolute secret! Even the other members didn't know all the code names of the others!
So far, Michael had unilaterally contacted the two parties who wanted to cooperate. Some of these people were eccentric, some were extreme, and some didn't even want to know who the other members were. The entire organization's upper echelon was actually very loose, but the banner they used was the Road of Flaming Sword.
But things like cohesion were really not important to them. After all, the individual strength of each member was enough to suppress everything.
However, that was in the past …
In the face of the owner of the bookstore, the gods were as fragile as a balloon that would burst with a poke.
Michael only used his avatar to test the waters, so it was understandable that he was beaten up without dignity, but Gabriel was the real body.
Although Michael had expected Gabriel's fate of death, and when he recruited Lin Jie before that, he had thought of letting him replace Gabriel's code name.
However, he didn't expect that he would be killed without making a single sound.
The Dome Church, which had been operating for a long time, was also uprooted and became the Sun God Sect's wedding dress. It could be seen that everything must be Lin Jie's plan.
In addition to Lin Jie's familiarity with the code names of the ten angels, as well as his current conversation with Augustus, Michael had reason to suspect that the owner of the bookstore was actually an emissary sent by the Witch of Origin to stop them from prying into the Dream Crack.
"If that's the case … the possibility of recruiting him is almost zero."
Although he thought so, Michael's gaze became even more determined.
"So what if they were the Original Witches? They built the Gray Fog Wall to isolate the Dream World, but they hid in the Dream World themselves … This proves that only my path is correct, and that the Dream World is the real place to become a God. Back then, our fear of the Dream World made us lose the opportunity to touch this path. Now, it's up to us to grasp it."
"Lin Jie … Even Augustus can't see through this guy's strength. It looks like the Path of the Flaming Sword can't continue like this. We have to work together!"
Michael looked into the distance, his expression unfathomable.
But before that, Rachel, who had been pulled to the bookstore, was probably doomed …
He sensed the fate that was almost a cloud of fog. After a moment, he turned around and said, "Giant King, are you interested in joining us?"
Augustus laughed loudly, causing the entire mountain range to rumble. "Are you going to give up on your angel companion?"
He emphasized the word "companion" with a hint of mockery.
He already understood that Michael had decided to give up on Rachel, so one of the ten spots was empty. That was why he suddenly invited Giant King Augustus to join.
Michael did not mind and said, "Since even you don't dare to spy on him, with our own strength, we have no chance of winning against the owner of the bookstore. Rachel's fate is already decided. There's no need to waste any other living forces."
"There are always sacrifices on the path to realizing one's dreams, aren't there?"
Augustus stopped laughing and looked at Michael with gloomy eyes. "Old friend, do you really think your dream is correct?"
Michael said firmly, "Of course it's correct. I've answered you this question many years ago."
Augustus did not comment. "Just because of the book you found at the edge of the underground dream?"
Michael asked, "Isn't that book enough?"
He opened his arms, somewhat intoxicated. "Everything described in that book is a brand new world. Heaven, Eden, God, angels, the Kabbalah Tree … I've never heard of it before! The realm above the material world … That must be the path to becoming a god in the dream! "
Augustus smiled and said, "Then, I've already answered your question many years ago. I'm the king of the giants, the eternal king. This place is my independent kingdom. I won't leave this place, nor will I associate with anyone else."
Michael restrained his expression and pulled out the red cross again. He snorted. "Being alone … might not be a good idea."
His body gradually turned into specks of light and dissipated. "The cracks in the dream have been expanded by us. The collapse of the gray fog wall is only a matter of time. I hope we'll have a chance to meet again."
Augustus watched Michael disappear. He did not say anything. He only sighed.
Behind the throne of the giant was the high wall that surrounded the whole of A Zier. If the high wall collapsed, the darkness from the dream would swallow him immediately.
"Boom …"
The mountain was still collapsing. Under the throne, Augustus' lower body was exposed. Even his dried flesh and blood had been connected to the throne and the mountain.
The giant's body was as thin as firewood. When he sighed at this moment, his age was visible to the naked eye. He was just an old man.
As a giant, he had lived for too long …
Augustus stretched out his finger and wrote a string of words in the air. He broke off the gem on his ring and conjured a winged envelope. He sent it away and smiled. "My last disciple, I wish you good luck."
— —
"Margaret's sister went to the bookstore to ask for help?"
Rachel pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose as he listened to Zerom's report. He waved his hand, and the mirror in front of him showed the surroundings of the bookstore.
But his eyes were attracted by the bookstore next door.
Behind the glass, the busy girl's figure was like a beautiful red gem in his eyes.
"Clay S-227?"
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