Chapter 414: The Next Record
Chapter 414: The Next Record
Although she had known Maurice for many years, Maurice had always been a gentle and elegant scholar in Vanna’s eyes – when he was still in the city-state of Prand, this old gentleman had spent most of his energy in the school classroom, and the rest of his time was spent either soaking in the library or being dragged by certain schools to give speeches.
Vanna didn’t have much of a chance to get to know the elder’s “strengths” in the realm of the transcendent.
But since boarding the Lost Country, she had finally begun to see a different side of Morris, and realized what the harmless-looking scholars who followed Rahm, the God of Wisdom, really did for a living – the most dangerous place on earth.
It was one of the most dangerous jobs in the world: the pursuit of knowledge.
But if you think about it, this is normal, scholars are supposed to have unique and strong power, after all, there are many existences chasing knowledge in this world, from the profound demon to the spirit world phantom, but in the end, the vast majority of the knowledge let the mortals catch up, based on what? It is the strong and powerful academics of mortal scholars ……
Vanna rubbed her brain, trying to control the nonsense in her head, and muttered casually, “So you’re so good …… I should have known that I took my classes seriously back then, too, maybe ……”
“No, too many points off,” Morris shook his head expressionlessly, “It’s better for you to work out seriously.”
Vanna was a bit embarrassed at once, “I at least successfully graduated from the City State University as well ……”
Morris gave her a look, “One-third of the credits for sports specialties and one-third of the credits for church advancement.”
Vanna didn’t say anything, and after a brief few seconds of silence, she cast her gaze to the surrounding thick fog, and changed the topic in a raw manner, “The cultists you eliminated, should be the controllers of those fake freaks?”
“One of the controllers at best,” Morris shook his head, “Hear the commotion coming from the other neighborhoods? The entire city-state is now filled with those monsters, and I don’t know how many cultists have taken advantage of the fog to enter the real world …… I’m afraid that we alone can’t eliminate them cleanly.”
Vanna nodded with a grave expression, but just as she was about to say something else, she suddenly noticed something out of the corner of her eye and let out a soft “eek”.
She came to the dead Annihilationist’s side, squatted down to inspect the body’s condition, and reached out her hand to pull on the collar of the other party’s shirt, ripping it open with her hand.
The flesh and blood underneath the clothes was melting and writhing, appearing to be contaminated and infiltrated by black mud, and as the body died, the speed of those mud writhing slowed down, and gradually appeared to be drying up.
“…… This is also a fake!?” Vanna’s eyes widened in shock, unable to believe her discovery, “These cultists …… even made a fake of one of their own?!”
“No, it’s not that simple,” Maurice but frowned as he too scrutinized the cultist’s body and recalled the details of the battle just now, shaking his head slowly after a few moments, “I’ve sensed the fluctuations of his mind and it’s not the same as a fake- -Those fakes have a fault line in their thinking process that is clearly alien to humans, even if they can behave like normal people, they will not be able to maintain a stable consciousness due to the instability of the ‘primordials’ themselves, but this cultist does not have such a problem.”
With that, he reached out again and pointed to the piece of bloody flesh on the cultist’s chest that was covered in black mud.
“And what’s more important is this part, you see, he’s not made up of protozoa – protozoa and normal flesh and blood coexist at the same time, it’s more like a symbiosis, or …… self-pollution. ”
Vanna stared at that spot for half a second, her brow gradually furrowing, “These heretics actively contaminate themselves with protoplasm? Even replacing parts of their own flesh and blood with protoplasm …… This is a bit disgusting, even if it is placed on the Annihilationists, it is still an impressive level of perversion.”
Maurice’s tone was quite calm, “I don’t think it’s much different from those Annihilationists who transformed themselves into Profound Demons, this bunch of crazy people are sick of earthly flesh and blood, and they’ve never minded transforming themselves in the craziest way possible.”
With that, his attention was focused elsewhere.
He looked to the large black leather book that the cultist had been holding in his hands.
After a slight hesitation, the old scholar reached out his hand and forcefully pulled the book out of the cultist’s deathly clenched fingers.
“Be careful,” Vanna warned immediately at the sight, “this book may contain blasphemous filth! Now that the sun’s power has waned, rashly touching ……”
“Scholars are always turning the pages of brand new and mysterious books, for us every reading is a challenging and adventurous process,” Maurice shook his head gently, “There is no need to worry, the Cult of Rahm has specialized training and coping techniques for the act of reading in such cases, you only need to be on the sidelines to help me with my vigilance , as well as if something is attracted to this book, help me get rid of it.”
Vanna hesitates and nods with a serious expression, “…… Good.” Maurice hmmm’d and completed a quick prayer in his mind, then took the vial of powdered herbs out of his pocket, poured half of it on the ground and lit it on fire, and sprinkled the other half on the book in front of him, and then confirmed the state of the string of colored stones on his wrist before he solemnly sat down on the ground and placed the book in his lap.
The book’s cover was pitch black, with no words or symbols on its surface, and only a fine mesh pattern could be vaguely seen imprinted on the hard-shell cover, making it completely impossible to judge its origin.
Morris flipped open the cover of the book and looked at the contents in the inner pages.
Vanna, who was on the side, averted her eyes and tried to avoid being affected by the book.
Some messy lines and symbols came into Morris’s eyes.
At first, he couldn’t understand what he was seeing, the messy symbols and lines didn’t match any language or ancient script he knew, but when he tried to turn the next page, the marks on those pages suddenly began to move – the ink marks turned into living, writhing creatures that darted through the cage constructed by the paper. The jumping characters stimulated the old scholar’s vision, and in just a few seconds, he felt that he had begun to understand the notations in the pages.
The symbols and lines twisted and turned, the pages trembled before his eyes, and the Knowledge was mapped directly into his mind!
Maurice’s heart moved, the protection and stress measures set up in advance in his own sea of consciousness were instantly activated, and in the next second, the main consciousness was withdrawn, reason solidified, and it was as if he had instantly become a bystander, standing behind his real-world “self” from a transcendent yet illusory perspective, calmly and soberly reading the contents of the book that were surfacing in his own brain. content.
“…… The meeting of the kings of the Forsaken was held again and again, and the initial plan was finalized. ……
“That the Forsaken, their flesh and blood would melt in the light ……”
After reading only two sentences, Morris’s illusory “self-projection” suddenly frowned.
This is what was written on the note brought back by the young informant named “Raven” when the captain first led the team to explore the second waterway! It was the “holy writing” that was unclear, of unknown origin, and suspected to be some kind of ancient record!
Maurice’s eyes changed slightly, and he immediately turned the pages of the book with his own body, letting his eyes read the blasphemous and twisted words, and formed a corresponding intellectual memory in his mind, and then read the contents of his own mind from the viewpoint of a spectator.
He saw more of the Holy Scriptural notation, and after the passage that the raven had transcribed, there were indeed some more fragmented sentences that appeared:
“…… After the departure of that forsaken clan, the creation of all things continued as planned, and the Forsaken Kings began to devise the first and final blueprint ……
“But that first blueprint was soon discarded, as the aftermath of the Great Annihilation shook the earthly world …… The kings gathered dust into stone, and stone into stars, but the stars disintegrated and broke apart, and could not last ……
“Thus fell ‘Salmir,’ king of the pale giants, on the first long night of creation ……
“The kings then began to devise a second blueprint, and they chose one of themselves to be the Creator, and the first to be chosen was the King of Dreams, the Great One, also known as the ‘King of Knowledge and Memory,’ for this Great One had indeed shown the way of creation. who did reveal the wonders of creation ……
“But the second blueprint also failed, and so the King of Dreams was torn apart on the second long night of Creation, and a part of Him floated on the borders of the real world ……
“The third blueprint was given to another king to carry out, whose name was ‘The King of Creeps,’ also known as ‘The Lord of Clusters,’ and who is the co-owner of countless invisible and small things, and reigns over creation, and over the opposite of creation …… and truth, calling Him as ‘the elder brother of wisdom’.
“…… The King of Creeps then began His work, and on the third long night He gave the blueprints to the clusters and sought a helper from the surviving clans, and to avoid repeating the mistakes of the King of Dreams and the King of the Pale Giants He divided that blueprint so that there would be no more kingdoms in the earthly realm, and so that they would be transformed into twelve hundred cities, and so that He made that clan rule the first ten cities, and gave them the name ‘Crete’.
“And so the third long night passed peacefully. It was good.
“But the kings of the Remnant, displeased with the King of Creeps for changing the blueprints, barred His way back to the Holy Throne, but the clans of the Ten Cities were grateful to the King of Creeps, and, not daring to glorify this King before the kings, they gave Him another revered name, which they called Holy, and also the name of–
“The Holy Lord of the Profound.”
(End of chapter)