Dust of History: Awakening (medium)

In the prison, the black elf slowly woke up. Her whole body was soaked in the cold sweat she had just had, even her hair was soaked.

In fact, it is accurate to say that she is not awake, because she has been sober all the time, but all consciousness is completely overwhelmed by the unimaginable pain. In addition to pain, there is pain in my mind, as if there are a thousand small knives soaked in fire and poison, digging out the flesh, scraping on the bones, and picking up the nerves and muscles. But this sensory shock, which had already exceeded the limit of her nerves and consciousness, could not make her faint, like a person whose throat was stretched open and countless red-hot coals were poured down, but he had to hold on to swallow it all up. Digested the same.

Although the finger is broken, the damage is not very serious. Now under the effect of white magic, it doesn't hurt much. It's just that under the effect of those magic just now, the pain magnified a hundred times made her completely lose self-control. Jessica couldn't help but be heartbroken. Compared with the **** methods she knew about extorting confessions by torture and these high-tech ones, they were indeed child's play. She couldn't imagine that someone could not give in when they went beyond the limit and couldn't pass out.

If she could surrender, she would have already surrendered. But the purpose of those who tortured her was not her.

On the ground, the man who made her suffer so much is now lying flat with a calm face.

"This bastard. It hurt me badly." Jessica kicked Asa hard.

Asa on the ground didn't respond at all, but trembled with the black elf's kick. Jessica hastily reached out her still intact hand and pressed it on his neck. But Jessica immediately withdrew her hand with a scream, and she felt that she had touched a piece of red-hot soldering iron.

Was wondering whether this was her hallucination or a problem left over from the place where the previous magic was produced, Jessica found that the clothes on Asa seemed to be slowly changing, and the cotton clothes were slowly deforming. , zoom. Then peeled off from his body.

Jessica still doesn't understand what's going on. It was discovered that the temperature in this cell had gradually risen a lot unconsciously, and the center of the temperature was here. Asa lying on the ground seemed to have turned into a burning charcoal, roasting the entire basement. She carefully put her hand to the end of his nose, and indeed felt his breath, although the airflow he exhaled was almost the same as that overflowing from a blast furnace.

But Asa himself didn't know all this, he only felt a slightly scorching warmth right now.

If he is to escape his present predicament, he knows that the only hope is to use meditation. But once he fully activated, he was unknowingly completely immersed in this unprecedented experience. Because his current mood and state of mind are also unprecedented.

The human heart and human emotions are really wonderful things. You may already have some things, and you may already understand some truths. But you have to go through enough and strong enough emotions to enrich your heart, so that you can truly melt into one with what you know and have. The power honed by emotions is the source of motivation for a mature person.

Asa's current mood is still that kind of sadness, helplessness, pain, and remorse. But these emotions are no longer boiling and burning in my mind and chest like they did at the beginning. After he had fully accepted these things they slowly cooled down and fell silent. Settling into the deepest part of emotion, the deeper a person's emotion is, the more things he can carry, because in this way, the more things he can face calmly.

For the first time, Asa was able to transfer the meditation technique to this level. Now he can feel not only his body, but also his own spirit, emotion and heart. It's not that the body is separate, it could even be said that it should be something deeper and more fundamental to the body. Every bit of sorrow, anger, joy. The most subtle emotions are integrated with muscles and nerves. This is the fusion of heart and body, the fusion of spirit and emotion.

I don't know whether it emerges from the depths of spiritual consciousness or emanates from every cell in the body. Asa could see a warm golden light gradually enveloping him, slowly permeating his body and soul again.

He had felt this kind of light a long time ago, and knew that it should be something lurking in his body, but he had never felt it again. Until this time, it seemed that he had finally reached a certain spiritual opportunity. With the help of meditation, he finally saw it again, and it was completely captured. He only felt a piece of warmth. This warmth is not gentle, not the kind of safe and gentle warmth soaked in the amniotic fluid in the mother's belly, but rather scorching and dry, like the scorching sun in the wilderness. It's rough, but full of power.

At the same time, there was a burst of vitality emanating from his chest. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could 'see' an extremely tiny seedling sprouting and growing in his chest by feeling. The vitality brought by this seedling and the power of the golden light complement each other, slowly filling every corner of the body and soul.

In the cell, Jessica, who was naked all over, had retreated to the farthest corner of the cell, looking at Asa on the ground in horror but concern. The clothes on her hands had been taken off, and all the sweat on her body was squeezed on Asa's body. She even tried to stick to him to dissipate the terrifying temperature, but the result almost burned the skin off her body .

All the burning things on Asa's body have been turned into ashes, and the entire basement has been turned into an oven by the temperature radiating from his body. But he himself didn't seem to have the slightest discomfort, but his face became more and more calm.

Finally, his body emitted a dazzling light.

In the underground prison of the cathedral, Bishop Jiawei, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was fixed on a wall in the deepest part of the prison.

Just now, the feeling that he has been relying on meditation to find it suddenly appeared. He looked at the wall with unbelievable surprises in his eyes: "Sure enough, it's here..."

In the cathedral, the Marquis just broke through the barriers of the guards and rushed into the cathedral. He went straight to the underground entrance where the statue had been removed.

"Inham?" Seeing the situation, the great priest Ryan stepped forward and stopped in front of the Marquis. "The bishop ordered that no one is allowed to enter here. When did you come back?"

At this time, the Marquis lost his usual calmness and composure, and his handsome and elegant face had been tortured into a murderous look and ferocity. He was about to dodge the block of the great priest in a flash: "Get out of the way."

The great priest Ryan also followed him. Still standing in front of him. Although the priest of the Academy of Magic. But even in terms of skill, Ryan is not even inferior to the small captains in the Holy Knight Order. He is recognized as the first person in the Academy of Magic following the downfall of Bishop Ronnies, otherwise he would not have been appointed to manage the Academy of Magic temporarily. But now he felt very surprised, because with his skill, he was barely able to stop this guy who seemed powerless at ordinary times, and he used all his strength to just block the entrance of the tunnel, and shouted: "What are you doing here? It is the Academy of Magic, this is the order of the bishop."

But the Marquis pushed him away, and said in a loud voice: "I am following the orders of His Majesty the Pope. There is an urgent matter to tell Bishop Jiawei, you go out and block the others."

"Hm? His Majesty the Pope..." Mr. Ryan was just taken aback. The Marquis had already rushed into the tunnel and disappeared. He measured it, and could only sigh and walked quickly to the door of the cathedral. Although the words of the Marquis are somewhat unbelievable, they are not completely impossible. And he was not sure about the future of the Magic Academy during this time, if Celeste really took back the control of the Magic Academy, then he...

In the underground prison, Bishop Jiawei was caressing the cold walls of the dungeon.

The walls are covered with wet moss, but Bishop Jiawei's expression is both amazed and satisfied: "There are so many traps set up. From the outside, it seems that a magician who specializes in illusion has been hired to arrange a permanent The mirror image magic, no wonder I didn't see the clue last time... But this time I really found the right place."

He took two steps back and pulled out his long sword. He chanted the prayer in a low voice, and added all the auxiliary white magic that could be added to himself. At the same time, fighting spirit also surged from the body. Although this mechanism is very clever, it only needs to be destroyed directly.

Just as he raised his sword and gathered his strength to swing it down, there was a shout from behind: "Stop."

Bishop Jia Wei turned his head to look at the person coming, his surprised expression appeared strange, and he asked, "It's you? What are you doing here?"

"Of course it's to stop you from doing stupid things." The Marquis snorted coldly. "You know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know. Is there anything wrong with taking back what originally belonged to Di Yagu?"

"It was Vidnina who told you about this. Unexpectedly, she would instigate you to find this thing. She is just using you, don't you understand?"

"Who is not using whom? The teacher taught me to practice complete real meditation and her lifelong knowledge, so that my strength can be improved by leaps and bounds, and I promised to help her do something outside. This is fair."

"Do you want to play with her even if you have a little bit of thought? She told you that this thing exists, even if you count it right, you will definitely not be able to resist it. She taught you the complete meditation of reality, but it is just to let you I just thought I had a chance... I don't want to talk about the details right now, so stop it for me anyway. You must never touch this thing."

Bishop Jiawei snorted coldly: "It's strange. As a member of Dejagu, a necromancer who inherited the will of the great Archibald. Retrieving this thing for the great Black Star It is a natural duty, but you, as the acting guild leader, want to stop it?"

"Who dares to say that he can really understand His Excellency Archibald's prophecy? Everyone understands it according to what you mean, and you are just driven by your own desire." The Marquis snapped: "Anyway, I forbid You touch this thing."

"No? As the acting guild leader, it is impossible to not allow it. You know what this is. As a necromancer, it is already the upper limit if you don't take the initiative to take it back. Do you want to change it and continue it? Five hundred years of guild rules?" Bishop Jia Wei no longer looked at the Marquis, but raised his long sword and slashed at the wall, a fierce light extended and struck the stone wall the moment he drew the sword .

There was a muffled bang, and the entire dungeon shook. But after the stone chips splashed. There was only a shallow imprint on the opposite stone wall. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all, but when the sword light hit the stone wall, you can see countless magic symbols flashing around the stone wall.

Bishop Jiawei looked at the shallow marks on the wall in surprise. He knew how powerful his sword was, even if the opposite was a granite hill, this sword could smash it to pieces. But the magic rune that appeared on the stone wall at that moment also made him understand that he came to the right place. "It's actually a mixed guardian barrier of white magic's top-level sealing technique and black magic's suppression of chaos, and most of the power of this barrier is to suppress the things inside... This must be Sandro and Ronis It was built together. It is already certain that there is that thing behind this."

"I said stop, can't you hear me?" The Marquis' voice became cold, and it was as cold and sharp as a blade. What also became cold and sharp was the slightest breath emanating from him.

This voice and momentum also made Bishop Jiawei stop suddenly. He slowly turned to look at the Marquis, his expression and voice also became cold: "Why do you want me to stop?"

The Marquis didn't answer, but just looked at Bishop Jiawei with that cold look.

"Why are you? Why are you the acting guild master?" Bishop Jiawei's voice turned into a mocking tone. "Or. Because you are my father?"

"No matter what it is, you just need to know that you have to stop." The Marquis replied lightly.

"What if I don't stop?" Bishop Jiawei said lightly.

"Then I will tell you to stop." The Marquis' voice was still cold. Although this sentence seems to be indistinguishable from the previous ones, the implied stress of individual words indicates his meaning.

After a long silence, Bishop Jiawei smiled strangely, sheathed the long sword in his hand, and said, "Okay. I know, I will stop this time. Because I know that if you really want to make a move to stop me, I will stop you." I really really have to stop. But when I have the opportunity and ability in the future, I will definitely come back again."

"I'm doing it for your own good. Don't you know? I'm your father, will I still harm you?" The Marquis frowned. His voice was unprecedentedly harsh.

"I'm sorry, to be honest, I always felt that I didn't have a father." Bishop Jiawei said suddenly.

The Marquis was startled, his tense expression dimmed a bit.

After a long silence, Bishop Jiawei turned his body around, turned his back to the Marquis and said slowly: "You know? Since I was sensible, I have always resented why I don't have a capable, at least decent father. No one even knows who my mother is. Everyone knows that my father has countless sons and daughters in the whole continent, but he just took me back to the family and announced that I was his only son ... I don't know if this is good luck in the eyes of others. But at least for me, I would rather not, otherwise at least I can live a quieter life. He threw me into a world full of dreams and ** In the world, I was only given an identity that was spurned and rejected. Since I was sensible, I lived in the ridicule and disdain of my family, so I desperately looked for opportunities to climb up. Looking down on everything including the top of this father..."

The Marquis listened quietly, with no expression on his face.

"But suddenly one day, when I was completely hopeless and thought that I was doomed, this father suddenly appeared in front of me again, and shattered all my previous concepts. Originally, this father was so profound. Unpredictable, powerful. All my efforts, struggles, and life goals are as ridiculous as a puppet show in front of him. Then I have been walking on the path my father gave me. This path is higher, brighter, and I can stand directly At the top of the world that I never dared to dream of before... This man I called my father suddenly became the sky over my head from a dispensable shadow. But I am not happy at all. I feel I seem to be a doll, first he secretly looked down at me from a high place, watching me perform ridiculous puppet shows ~IndoMTL.com~ Now he is manipulating me again, letting me walk in a place he has completely designed for me On the way... I wanted to go my own way, but he stopped me. I understand that this time it's just because I don't have enough strength..."

"I'm sorry." The Marquis said suddenly, his eyes looking at Master Jia Wei's back were now full of a touch of sadness and sadness.

"There's no need to talk about it. We always do our own things, don't we? I'd be embarrassed to be so polite." Jia Wei didn't turn around, but just replied lightly.

After a while of silence, the Marquis sighed, nodded and replied: "I understand... I won't interfere with you in the future. But at least a few things must be done before this, the first is to kill that kid..."

"No, I have already promised Teacher Widnina, I will definitely save that kid's life. I will send him to Celeste. It seems that the Pope will not kill him, but at least he will be imprisoned as long as he It’s fine if you don’t come out and get in the way.”

"Don't you understand what Vidnina is using you for?" the Marquis said sharply.

At this time, a rush of footsteps came down from the passage, and at the same time there was the voice of Priest Ryan: "Master Bishop, are you all right?"