Chapter 822

Martin Sims appeared at this last moment, seemingly mainly to humiliate Walter Cranston.

This is not quite in line with the imagination of the "Saint confessor" in the eyes of the Commonwealth, but it seems very normal here. Tang Qi has always believed that the saint confessor is the worst of the twelve saints. Although his reputation is the most widely publicized, he is indeed the most powerful saint.

Like being careful to revenge his disciples, Tang Qi believes that both the real Martin Sims and the old man in the new node can definitely do it.

However, as the master, Tang Qi can immediately understand the idea of the saint confessor at this time without guessing.

There is no doubt that this bad tempered and grumpy old man belongs to the order camp.

Like Amanda, tyron and other kind dreamlike creatures, they have the core of kindness and justice.

It looks like a poisonous tongue, but he is trying to win a new opportunity for "Walter Cranston".

In the first normal trial, Walter has ended in failure. He has completely failed to live up to Martin, the thorns code, the whistling dream seed, and even more to the waiting Frieda Hersey.

And the baker fast chair.

Still the "FAK" of the sad frog image, the tears in the big eye bag were full, and he cried, "woo woo... It's so touching. The old man reminds me of my old master."

"He is also a bad and shameless old man. He likes peeping, poisonous tongue and pranks, but FAK knows that he is a good man."

Tangqi, who was thinking, ignored FAK's cry, and his eyes didn't even look at Martin and Walter, the mummified teacher and disciples.

Tang Qi's eyes still fell inside the "city of justice".

In the city that should be full of justice and order, the picture in Tang Qi's eyes seems to be contaminated with the plague, full of chaos and evil. With the breeding of dark shadows, this new node is being polluted, and its degradation speed is beyond imagination.

"Although the power of chaotic divinity is only a faint trace, the influence radiated is far greater than that of other divinities."

"Order and chaos, like two sides of a piece of bread, are indispensable."

His thoughts flickered, and Tang Qi's eyes became brighter and brighter. He had an idea of doing experiments.

At this time, he was the "master of dreams", and the idea was born and immediately reflected in the country.

Martin Sims, who was flogging Walter to delay time, suddenly stagnated, a faint smile arose from the corners of his mouth, and soon gathered back. A weather beaten face like a corpse showed a cold look of disgust.

He looked at Walter Cranston, who was about to lose his dream seed, and said in a calm voice:

"Walter, you have a choice now."

"Give up the trial and acquiesce in your failure, but the grace given to you by the 'dream master' will not be taken back. You can leave this country with your lover and return to the star of origin without any harm."

"Or continue the trial, but you will face another situation, which will awaken your pain, and you will experience loss again... Believe me, it won't be a good feeling, it will be very painful."

With Martin Sims's explanation, different changes appeared in front of Walter Cranston.

The first to appear was Frieda Hersey.

She was originally watching the trial with Amanda and others in the ignorance, but the next second she was transmitted to Walter's left.

"Freda!"

"Walter!"

Almost immediately, the couple would jump on each other and hug each other affectionately.

Unfortunately, neither of them can move for the time being.

Freda is limited to where she is. She's just one of the options.

Another option appears at the feet of the three.

An extremely incredible scene happened. The city of justice, which successfully overthrew the tyrant's rule, suddenly began to evolve. In one second, it evolved from a primitive city-state to a modern metropolis, but a city that everyone felt very familiar with.

Blackfire!

On the savage gray dark new world, a modern city rises from the ground.

The view shifted and finally fixed on the roof of a red brick building in an urban civilian area. On the ground beside the rusty water tower, people saw the picture of heart twitching and rage.

That picture is a murder.

The victim was an old couple. The perpetrator was a young man in a gorgeous purple suit and a ghost mask.

With a crowbar stained with blood in his hand, he hit the old man on the head.

But it didn't continue. It was like being pressed the pause key and fixed in the scene of blood splashing. The twisted limbs of evil spirits in the world, harsh and repeated laughter, the painful facial features of the old man, like a black silk rain curtain, the cold and solidified moon, presented all the details like an "immortal famous painting".

Real?

No, it's not just true. If you fall into anyone's eyes, you will only think that's reality.

The experimental tower, the nihilistic book that is turning the pages, stops and faces Tangqi's page, that is, the newly released black fire market picture.

It was the creator Tang Qi who shaped all this.

It is not difficult to reproduce the past according to memory. The most difficult thing is the newly born dream creature "human evil ghost".

He was created by Tang Qi's idea. This process is equivalent to Tang Qi's attempt to steal a complete chaotic divine origin.

It can be weak, but it must be complete.

Now, he succeeded.

A new source force "chaos" was officially added to the divine field of the dreamland.

"This human evil ghost is not as powerful as the real world evil ghost. The chaos divinity in the former is only about one tenth of that in the latter... But that's enough. The source of this chaos comes from the real human evil ghost. His entanglement with Walter Cranston makes the chaos captured by the dreamland."

"Due to the wonderful reaction generated by the collision between Walter and the new node, the extremely weak chaotic source that should have disappeared and fled quickly has grown, and is fully integrated into the country, which can be controlled and used by me."

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While Tang Qi was thinking, Walter Cranston, who was facing a choice, fell into pain again.

He was very ferocious, looking at the fixed scene below. Every time he held a * * *, it could bring him great pain.

Martin Sims's voice is still ringing:

"If you choose to continue, your new trial place is the black fire city below. You will experience the past again, witness your parents being brutally murdered, and then there will be sisters, uncles, lovers, friends... And all the people you love and love you, and you can't change the established outcome."

"When you regain control of yourself, it will be the moment you lose your first girlfriend."

"In addition, the evil ghost on earth will destroy the black fire market. You must stop him, but you can't have the power of the once 'God on the earth'. You will fight him at the current level. You should know that you won't be his opponent without my warning."

"So, choose the first one and leave with Frieda. It's the greatest luck for you, isn't it?"

Every word of the saint confessor shook Walter Cranston's heart.

As Martin said, giving up trial is the best choice.

The very real "black fire city" below, the very cruel scene, is extremely terrible for Walter Cranston.

He didn't know if he would go crazy again, especially when his parents were tortured and killed just at the beginning.

So, choose to give up, at least take Freda away.

Even Stan and Amanda, who are on the sidelines, think so.

Freda wanted to speak, but she was just an option. No matter what the sound or anything else was blocked.

"Woo woo..."

In the air, at the feet of the saint confessor, a mournful sob came suddenly.

It's Walter!

The just son, weak as a mummy, knelt on the ground and was crying. Mixed with extreme sadness and anger, Walter Cranston gushed out of his body. He was essentially an extraordinary in the order and good camp. The choice he was experiencing made him extremely painful.

The forgery owner, Tang Qi, and his mentor, Martin Sims, did nothing.

Just look at Walter and wait for his choice.

Beckfast's chair, sighing constantly.

"Fark, it's too hard. It's too cruel."

"The new master is much more terrible than the old master. Another experience of that painful life is enough to shift the camp of beings such as the angel of light and the believer of the goddess of justice. It is light to fall into darkness, and more is to directly fall into madness and destroy themselves."

"Next, master, change your dependents. This guy is too poor."

Just as FAK sighed and chattered, suddenly the cry stopped.

Walter Cranston, with tears on his face and a runny nose, got up slowly. His eyes were still staring at the extremely cruel and painful picture for him below. Only the breath of sadness and rage was still rising and continuing, but what echoed in his mind was no longer the ferocious smile of the evil ghost, but a weak but always echoing warning.

From his human father, old Cranston.

Gradually, Walter Cranston's self doubt and dejected look began to disappear.

A breath of restraint and firmness filled his body.

Walter didn't immediately say his choice, but whispered: "teacher, is there only the origin star, only the world where human beings are so chaotic and cruel, or is every world like this?"

It was rare that Martin Sims did not give him another thorn or insult him with vicious words.

The saint confessor thought calmly for a second, and then spit out a word that should not have been said from his Saint, the follower of the Lord of thorns.

"Order is only temporary, chaos is eternal."

"So yes, you are right. Every world is so chaotic and cruel. Do you still have to stick to your faith?"

Martin's voice fell and Walter fell silent.

The color of pain and anger did not converge, but became more and more obvious, but the answer he spits out the next second is extremely calm and firm.

"Of course, I'm Walter Cranston. I choose to continue."

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