Russell is not weak, nor does he feel crazy.

On the contrary, his voice was very dignified, but it was intermittent, and it seemed that the signal was not very good.

Beside her, Bernadette's eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help but take a step forward.

Jon pressed his hand to signal the other party to be calm.

In the blink of an eye, he inserted a few more transparent filaments into the card of blasphemy.

This time, the signal finally got better.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?" Jon held up the 'Black Emperor' sign and shouted several times in succession.

Russell, who was on the opposite side, was even more confused and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? How can you contact me?"

Jon didn't answer, but pulled Bernadette over, "Come and talk to him."

Bernadette seemed a little at a loss. It was hard to imagine that the 'Mysterious Queen' galloping on the sea would show such an embarrassed posture.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth several times but swallowed the words back.

Jon turned his head and glanced at Bernadette, "Speak...ahem, speak, what are you waiting for?"

Bernadette suppressed her turbulent emotions and spoke with a slightly trembling voice, "Father."

This sound?

Could it be that!

Russell, who realized something, looked in disbelief at first.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into excitement and ecstasy.

But when he thought about it again, he doubted whether this was his hallucination.

One's own family knows one's own affairs.

Because of the Starry Sky Evil God's pollution, his condition has never been optimistic, so much so that he dared not even step out of the mausoleum...

"Father, it's me, your daughter." Bernadette stared at Russell on the 'Black Emperor' card, as if staring at Russell himself, "Are you really still alive?"

This is a question, which represents Bernadette's anxious heart.

She was so afraid that everything she was experiencing now was just an illusion and would turn into nothing in the blink of an eye.

"I..." The majesty faded away, and Russell was also speechless.

Because he is a little confused about the current situation.

I was overjoyed, but at the same time I was afraid that this was a boring trick played by external gods to corrode my mind.

Father and daughter each have their own concerns.

For a while, I couldn't be honest with each other.

Jon blinked.

No, it shouldn't be this plot.

You are crying with runny noses and tears.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Your Majesty Russell Gustave, on behalf of the Fool who does not belong to this era, I would like to offer you my sincere greetings."

Hearing this, Russell in the mausoleum shrank.

Fool?

He has seen the entire Tablet of Blasphemy and understands what "The Fool" represents.

That is the true god of the 'Soothsayer' path.

But, who became the "fool"?

Zarath?

still……

Jon rolled his eyes and said lightly, "By the way, she also asked me to tell you something."

As he spoke, he cleared his throat and said word by word in a language that Bernadette had never heard before: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed."

Um?

The bright moonlight in front of the bed!

Russell, no, it should be said that Huang Tao was extremely excited.

He almost answered in the most excited tone of his life: "I suspect it's frost on the ground!"

I, obediently, have been working on it for a long time and found out that Sequence 0 of the ‘Soothsayer’ path is a fellow countryman of our Lao Huang!

The kindness of meeting an old friend in a foreign country even made Russell temporarily forget the loneliness and pain of being enclosed in the mausoleum.

He was very sure that no one could know the true meaning of these two poems except his compatriots who came down from Source Castle like him.

Bernadette kept those sentences in mind calmly.

At this moment, Russell, who was a little relieved, took the initiative and said: "How have you been these years?"

Bernadette forced a smile and said, "It's okay."

"That's it." Russell's tone was a little complicated, "It's okay."

Um?

That's it.

No more?

You two, father and daughter, really have nothing else to talk about, right?

Jon twitched his lips in disappointment.

Bernadette asked her doubts, "Father, have you really become the 'Black Emperor'?"

There was silence for dozens of seconds, and then Russell said quietly: "If you can use the 'Black Emperor' card to find me, Bernadette, you must already know something.

Yes, I became the "Black Emperor"."

"Then why did you..." Bernadette asked hurriedly.

But this time, Russell didn't answer him.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.

Because knowledge is poisonous.

He couldn't let his precious daughter be polluted.

"Your strength is too low and you are not qualified to know the truth."

Jon tried to smooth things over and took over the conversation, "Your Majesty Russell, there is bad news here. A new "Black Emperor" is about to be born.

I think you can understand what this means."

Russell:!!!

The Black Emperor, the twister of order, the immortal king.

But the premise of all this is that there is no second "Black Emperor".

If a new "Black Emperor" is born, Russell himself will die completely and never be resurrected.

"Who is it? Forget it, it doesn't matter who it is. Anyway, I know." Russell's tone was slightly low.

For him, knowing the news was worse than not knowing.

Sudden death is sometimes a kind of happiness...

In the ninth secret mausoleum, Russell sat on the throne and secretly clenched his fists.

Bad luck.

The pollution on the moon was harder to clean than he thought.

Even if you successfully ascend to the throne of God, this pollution will still be like a tarsal maggot.

Speaking of which, he was also unlucky.

The first half of his life was smooth sailing, just like the male protagonist of a cool novel, cheating all the way, gaining fame, strength, wealth, and beauty.

But in the second half of life, everything changed.

First, the Church of Steam forcibly dehumanized his children and turned them into angels without emotions.

Then the way forward is cut off and there is no room for improvement.

After finally transferring to an adjacent path and becoming the 'Emperor of Knowledge', I found that the uniqueness of the 'hermit' came back to life.

At this time, he had already gone to the moon under Mr. Men's ravings and was contaminated by the evil god. If he couldn't find a way to get rid of it, his complete self would soon be erased.

There was no other way. Russell, who felt that he could not defeat the 'Hidden Sage', had to engage in rebellion in his later years, holding high the banner of restoration and jumping up and down in the name of the emperor.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The good news is that he succeeded.
To be continued...