Deep Sea Embers Chapter 413: Next record

Although I have known Maurice for many years, in fact, Maurice has always been just a gentle and refined scholar in Vanna's eyes. Part of the energy is spent in school classrooms, and the rest of the time is either spent in the library or pulled by some schools to give lectures.

Fan Na didn't have many opportunities to understand the "excellence" of this elder in the extraordinary field.

But since boarding the Lost Country, she finally began to see another side of Maurice, and realized what those seemingly innocuous scholars who followed the **** of wisdom, Raheem, relied on to complete their work. of work——

That's one of the most dangerous jobs in the world: the pursuit of knowledge.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. Scholars should have unique and powerful powers. Knowledge has been caught up by mortals, what is the reason? Relying on the strong academic level of mortal scholars

Fan Na rubbed her forehead, tried her best to control the wild thoughts in her head, and muttered casually: "So you are so good... If I had known that I was serious in class back then, maybe..."

"No, the difference is too much," Morris shook his head expressionlessly, "It's better for you to exercise seriously."

Fan Na was a little embarrassed: "At least I graduated from City State University..."

Morris glanced at her: "Sports is one-third of the credits, and the church is one-third of the credits

Points. "

Fan Na remained silent. After a few seconds of silence, she turned her eyes to the thick fog around her, and abruptly changed the subject: "The cultists you eliminated should be the controllers of those fake freaks?"

"At most one of the controllers," Morris shook his head, "Have you heard the movement from other blocks? Now the whole city-state is full of monsters like that, I don't know how many cultists have taken advantage of the thick fog Entering the real world... I'm afraid it won't be wiped out by us alone."

Fan Na nodded solemnly, but when she was about to say something more, she suddenly noticed something out of the corner of her eye, and she let out a soft "Huh".

She came to the side of the dead Annihilation Cultist, knelt down to check the condition of the corpse, stretched out her hand to grab the other's collar, and tore it open.

The flesh and blood under the clothes are melting and wriggling, showing the appearance of being polluted by black mud, and with the death of this body, the speed of the wriggling of the mud is also visibly slowing down to the naked eye, and it gradually appears to be drying up like.

"...This is also a fake!?" Fan Na opened her eyes wide in astonishment, unable to believe her discovery, "These cultists... even made fakes of their own?! "

"No, it's not that simple," Morris frowned. He was also carefully examining the cultist's body, recalling the details of the battle just now, and shook his head slowly after a moment, "I have sensed His thinking fluctuations are different from those of fakes—those fakes have gaps in the thinking process that are obviously different from those of human beings. Maintaining a sense of stability, but this cultist has no such problem.”

Speaking, he pointed to the piece of flesh and blood covered in black mud on the cultist's chest.

"And more importantly, this part, you see, he is not made of elements—elements and normal flesh and blood exist at the same time, which is more like a symbiosis, or...self-pollution."

Fan Na stared at that position for a long time, her brows gradually frowned: "These heretics take the initiative to pollute themselves with elements? They even replace part of their own flesh and blood with elements... This is a bit disgusting, even if it is placed in annihilation There is also an impressive degree of perversion in the believers."

Morris' tone was quite calm: "I don't think it's much different from those Annihilation Cultists who transformed themselves into deep demons. These lunatics hate the flesh and blood in the world. They never mind using the craziest There is a way to transform yourself."

As he spoke, his attention was focused elsewhere.

He looked at the one that the cultist had been holding in his hand

This **** book.

After a little hesitation, the old scholar stretched out his hand and pulled the book out from the cultist's gripped fingers.

"Be careful," Fanna reminded immediately upon seeing this, "this book may contain blasphemy and filth! Now that the power of the sun has weakened, touch it rashly..."

"Scholars always open new and mysterious books. For us, every reading is a process of challenge and adventure." There are special training and coping skills for reading behavior in this situation, you just need to be there to help me be vigilant, and if something is attracted to this book, help me solve it.”

Fan Na hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a serious expression: "...OK."

Morris hummed, finished a quick prayer in his heart, then took out a small bottle of herbal powder from his arms, poured half of it on the ground and lit it, and sprinkled the other half on the book in front of him, and then checked his wrist In the state of wearing the string of colorful stone bracelets, he sat down solemnly on the ground and put the book on his lap.

The cover of this book is pitch black, without any words or symbols on the surface, only a fine mesh pattern can be vaguely seen printed on the hard cover, making it impossible to judge its origin.

Morris opened the cover of the book and looked at the contents on the inside pages.

Fan Na on the side looked away, trying to avoid being affected by the book.

Some messy lines and symbols came into Morris' eyes.

At first, he couldn't understand what he saw at all. Those messy symbols and lines didn't match any language or ancient script he knew, but when he tried to turn to the next page, the words on those pages The traces suddenly began to move—the ink marks turned into living creatures, moving quickly through the paper cage, and the jumping characters stimulated the vision of the old scholar. In just a few seconds, he felt I have begun to understand the descriptions in the pages of the book.

Those symbols and lines were twisting rapidly, everything in the pages trembled before his eyes, and "knowledge" was directly mapped into his mind!

Morris's heart moved, and the protection and stress measures set in advance in his consciousness were activated instantly. The next second, the main consciousness was withdrawn, and his reason solidified. The perspective stands behind the "self" in the real world, calmly and soberly reading the content that is emerging in his brain.

"...The meeting of the lost kings was held again and again, and the original plan was made..."

"The forsaken, their flesh and blood will melt in the light..."

After reading a few sentences, Morris's illusory "self-projection" suddenly frowned.

This is what was written on the note brought back by the young informant named "Crow" when the captain led the team to explore the second waterway for the first time! It's the "hieroglyphic" description that is vague, unknown, and seems to be some kind of ancient record!

Morris's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately controlled his body to turn the pages of the book, allowing his eyes to read those profane and distorted words, and formed the corresponding knowledge memory in his mind, and then read the book in his mind from the perspective of a bystander Content.

He saw more hieroglyphic descriptions, and after the content copied by the crow, there were indeed some fragmented sentences:

"...After the abandoned clan left, the creation of all things continued as planned, and the lost kings began to design the first and final blueprint...

"However, that first blueprint was soon abandoned, because the aftermath of the Great Annihilation was in constant turmoil in the world... the kings gathered dust into stones, and gathered stones into stars, but the stars disintegrated and shattered. Come, it won't last long...

"Thalmir, the king of pale giants, fell on the first long night of Genesis...

"...The kings began to design the second blueprint. They selected one of themselves to be the creator. The stalwart of the "King", because this stalwart has indeed demonstrated the miracle of creation...

"But the second blueprint also failed~IndoMTL.com~so a dream

The king of the realm was torn apart in the second long night of Genesis, and a part of him drifted on the border of the real world.

"The third blueprint is to be executed by another king, whose name is 'King of Creeping', also known as 'Lord of the Swarm', who is the co-lord of countless invisible and small things, and is in charge of creation. The authority of the creation, and the authority to create the opposite... and the truth, called 'the elder brother of wisdom,'.

"...the Creeping King began her work in the third long night, bestowing blueprints on the swarm, and seeking help from the surviving clans, in order to avoid the same fate as the King of Dreams and the King of Pale Giants In the wrong way, divide the blueprint, so that there will be no more countries in the world, and the countries will be turned into 1,200 cities, and the clan will be in charge of the first ten cities, and they will be named 'Crete'.

"The third long night passed safely like this. This is good.

"But the lost kings were dissatisfied with the change of the blueprint of the creeping king, so they blocked the way back to the holy seat. The clans of the ten cities were grateful to the creeping king, and they dared not praise the king They gave him another title of reverence, and they called him a saint, also known as "The Lord of the Deep."