[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 161 The Eye of the Secret Star 01

Bruce frowned slightly, communicating with fanatics is always a headache.

"I can't recycle the warriors for the time being." The pope said, "Leave it to you first."

"Recycling?" Bruce was slightly taken aback.

"Ah...you don't know yet." The Pope's voice carried some smiles, "That child chose not to wake up in order to trap the beautiful dream in the dream. Although the universe is already in danger, it will last a few more days. There is still no problem in a hundred years."

Bruce's pupils trembled slightly, and after a while, he seemed to have regained his emotions, and asked as calmly as possible: "So, besides the traveler, you are the only one in Star Nest now?"

The pope said: "O traveler..."

There seemed to be some trance in his voice: "Star Nest... yes, it's almost over."

It's almost over.

"What's over?" Bruce asked.

"All of this." The Pope said, "The tide of faith has been successfully aroused, and everything to be done next is very simple."

As soon as the words fell, Bruce felt an extremely cold breath spreading from the depths of his soul, almost making his hands and feet numb.His pupils narrowed slightly, and he raised his head to look at the source of the strange aura in the air.

There was a gap in space.

Behind the gap, countless bright and magnificent starlight flows like a long river, and a humanoid creature slowly walks out of it. Every step he takes is in the air, and his appearance gradually changes with the sound of his footsteps. From conceptual to concrete.

The black-haired young man was floating in the air. He looked down at the golden tentacles winding several kilometers away, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face.

"Abraell, how did you get yourself into this?"

"Mr. Traveler." The Pope said, with a little imperceptible fanaticism in his voice, "Long time no see."

"I don't want to see you like this." Hawthorn landed on the ground and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, those spreading golden tentacles trembled suddenly, and then began to shrink inward at an astonishing speed. Almost in the blink of an eye, those tentacles all retracted into the Pope's body.

The Pope, who had recovered his human form, was lying weakly on the root of an ancient tree. He managed to get up from the ground, and bent down to salute Hawthorne: "Thank you for your help, sir."

Although, this is just an illusion.

His pollution level still hasn't changed at all, but it's just a whitewash on the outside.

And the gods will not allow a body that has been polluted to such a dirty state to exist.

His death was near.

Hawthorne smiled as if he didn't care, and said, "I don't have much time. The tide of faith in the metropolis gave me 5 minutes. I must complete the plan within 5 minutes."

He looked at Bruce, who was silent because he couldn't figure out the situation clearly, and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter? See someone you know, don't you want to say hello?"

"..." Bruce looked up at him.

The young man seemed to be in his early twenties, with a pair of green eyes as deep as fireflies, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.Bruce couldn't feel any energy fluctuations in him. He seemed to be a mass of air without any sense of existence, which could not be sensed or detected.

"Hawthorne Dylan." Bruce said the name.

Hawthorne was slightly taken aback, and then he took another serious look at Bruce, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth: "You know, this is really the first time...someone can call my name in person .”

He thought that he was going to go to the end without a name like this.

"So you are him," Bruce said quietly.

At the moment when he really faced Him, he no longer hesitated and was anxious.As He said, it was just an acquaintance.

"I don't have much time," Hawthorne said, "so... would you be interested in coming with me?"

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It is obviously not a comfortable thing to walk with the incarnation of the Outer God.

Before Bruce could react, he suddenly disappeared in place. After some unexplained phantoms flickered in front of his eyes, he felt that he had suddenly fallen into the bottomless dark sea.

The cold water flow and air pressure came from all directions, but in just a moment, he felt that the sea water suddenly receded as if he had seen some natural enemy, and the surrounding circle seemed to be wrapped in air bubbles. He was suspended in the air, looking at the endless darkness.

Hawthorne descended beside him: "Isn't it a bit too dark?"

"Obviously." Bruce said a simple pun.

"Haha, I can't tell that you are such a humorous person." Hawthorne said with a smile, "What kind of power is the god's power that you humans have fabricated? Is it like this?"

He snapped his fingers lightly and said, "Then, let there be light."

Almost instantly, the light without a light source spread out, evenly illuminating this extremely deep sea area.

Bruce saw what was in front of him.

Here is a bottomless trench, and he can see what seems to be a huge, endless creature wriggling like a mountain range.He couldn't see clearly, but the huge body was slowly rising and falling, and every tiny movement made almost every nerve in his body scream, urging him to flee.

"That's—" He found that his voice was a little dry.

"A certain Old One who sleeps on the earth," said Hawthorne, "or you can call him Amos."

"Is this the old days when the seal came loose?" Bruce asked.

"That's right." Hawthorne nodded, "I came this time because I responded to the old man's invitation to have a good talk with him."

As soon as the voice fell, the huge creature in the trench suddenly moved, and a certain resonance sounded in the bottom of the sea. Bruce snorted and subconsciously covered his ears.

"I know you're curious, so..." Hawthorne snapped his fingers again.

Bruce found that the sharp resonance frequency that could almost stir his brain seemed to have suddenly lost its attack power, and he could understand what the old man was saying.

"The eye of the secret star... no... you are..."

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Clark takes Ian back to the Fortress of Solitude.

They still have such a long time, so he is not in a hurry.

He can wait.

Perhaps one day, the child will be willing to wake up.

The rest of the superheroes stayed on that rooftop in Metropolis, looking at each other.

"So, this matter has been successfully resolved?" Tony shrugged. "Strictly speaking, there are even zero casualties."

No hero dies, no villain dies, and everyone's happy.

Strange was about to say something, when suddenly he felt something was wrong, he frowned suddenly, and looked towards the direction of the sea level.

Constantine and Zatana were also slightly taken aback.

Constantine: "...is that thing awake?"

Zatana had a serious face: "I guess so."

"Two powerful forces." Strange narrowed his eyes, "And they are not fighting."

"Want to take a look?" Constantine eagerly suggested.

Zatanna & Strange: "..."

What are you going to see?Going to die?

Zatana hesitated for a moment, but still made a gesture of a telescope with her hand in front of her eyes, turned slightly twice, and quietly took a peek at the situation over there.

"How is it?" Constantine asked.

"...I don't know." Zatana just took a look and quickly released the magic of prying eyes, showing some confusion, "But I saw Bruce."

Everyone: ...

When Tony heard this, he simply took out his cell phone and called Bruce.

"Will there be a signal on the high seas?" Peter scratched his head aside.

"Stupid boy." Natasha chuckled, "Of course ordinary operators don't, but Wayne's mobile phone has a separate satellite."

Peter: ...

Poverty limits my imagination.

Shockingly, the phone was connected.

It's just that Bruce's voice didn't come from the opposite side, but some kind of weird resonance that almost ruptured the eardrums. Strange's face changed slightly, and he immediately cast a spell and took pictures on the phone. Those voices finally It is isolated from pollution.

"I'm afraid it will be more ominous than ominous." In the silence, Constantine said coolly.

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"Ames." Hawthorne said calmly, "Should this be the first meeting?"

"..." Jiu Ri said after a moment of silence, "I, not, want to be your... enemy."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about this problem." Hawthorne said, "I was in a dream at the beginning, although I didn't control myself most of the time, but it was never my turn to wake you up... I can do this kind of problem unless my brain Something's wrong."

"You... No, wake me up." Old Day said, "The eye of the secret star has woken up, me."

Bruce frowned slightly.

So... Hawthorne Dylan and the Eye of the Mystic are really two different entities?

Or is it that the Eye of the Secret Star is one body with two souls?

As if aware of Bruce's confusion, Hawthorne smiled and said, "I think you should have been to my hometown—that small island in the South Pacific."

Bruce nodded.

He had been, and he had seen a tablet there signed Hawthorne Dylan, and that was the first time he had seen anything associated with that name.

He still remembered the contents of that slate.

……

……friend:

...Decisions, I can't...hometown, their decision...I agree with it or not, I will follow...customs, or someday...understand my intentions.

Doubt...takes root, everything...comes back to civilization, history...proven.

...death...in vain.

My faith is always pure.

Hawthorne Dylan.

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"That stone slab is already incomplete." Hawthorne said, "I can use time to go back and see its original appearance."

He reached out and grabbed the slate lightly in the void, then grabbed the slate in his hand and handed it to Bruce.

"This is the full version of that letter."

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my dear friend:

I have made my final decision.I can't betray everyone, this is my hometown after all, their decision is also my decision, whether I agree with the sacrificial ceremony or not, I will follow their arrangement, but I will not follow the route they arranged Deciding my own fate, hastily devoting my humble life to this absurd custom.Maybe one day in the future, they will really understand my intentions.

The seeds of doubt will take root in their hearts, and everything will prove that there is a misunderstanding in their cognition. Even if there is a slight possibility of bringing them back to the civilized world, I will sacrifice my life without hesitation.Everything I say will remain on the slate, inscribed in the long river of history, and it will surely be proved in the future.

My death will not be in vain.

My faith is always pure.

Hawthorne Dylan

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