She Is Not a Witch Chapter 187: Another diary
After walking out of the exhibition room, Lorrain Hill came to another room aside.
As soon as I walked into this room, what appeared in my eyes was the model of the sky warship suspended in the center that was thousands of times smaller. Its technological matte black, with faint lines on the surface, is like a sophisticated circuit. There are two dual main guns in the center, and blast holes can be exposed on the inclined side armor.
The appearance of this model reminds Lorraine Hill of the shapes of many sci-fi concepts in the past, which are slender, concise, and efficient.
And on the surrounding walls are bookshelves full of books, in which books of various sizes, large and small, are placed. Lorraine Hill stepped forward, took a copy, and opened it to watch.
Many of the design sketches developed in the past, as well as the conceptual basis, etc., describe step by step how this sky battleship was built and operated. Even with the excavations in the twilight era, many improvements, optimizations, or compromises have been made in order to further adapt to the manufacturing capabilities of this era.
It can be seen that the creation of sky warships in Oz was only the first step, and their bigger goal was to build ships for interstellar travel, ready to sail into space and explore the galaxy universe.
After a long time, Lorrain Hill walked out of this room, and then opened a room on the right. There are also many books displayed here, but unlike before, the display here is obviously arranged according to the year. There are also chronological marks of various eras on the bookshelf.
Take off a few books and open them, Lorrain Hill flips through the text and drawings in them, and then continues to open a few books to watch.
These books record many early prototypes of magical technology, as well as the forks and ideas encountered in the step-by-step development, and then how history chooses and advances. Like a clear context, it tells the glorious process of the magical sequence from the barrenness of the initial stage to the blossoming, all-round development of the magic sequence.
Looking at the stories of those masters and pioneers in history can not help but make people excited. Many of them have indeed devoted their lives to research and development.
And this also made Lorrain Hill lament, lamenting the ruthlessness of time and the changes in people's hearts. Even the country that was full of expectations in the past has gradually degenerated to extreme extremes step by step.
After losing the witch, Dorothy, the descendants of Oz have lost not only a trailblazer of the magic sequence, but also the helm for a long time, so that the descendants of the last group of wizards We slowly lost our way in the ocean of technology and knowledge, without the clear-sightedness we had in the past.
After walking out of the room, Lorrain Hill turned to the door in the middle, but the strange thing was that the door could not be opened. In Lorrain Hill’s perception, there was solid soil and rock behind the door, and there was no room. .
For the time being, holding back her curiosity and incomprehension, she came to the last room in the corner.
The perimeter of this door has a unique golden pattern, and the top of the main entrance is also inlaid with a precision-cut obsidian, which symbolizes the fate of its owner and black.
After holding the hand on the handle, suddenly, a strange cooling sensation spread along the handle to the arm, and in the girl's eyes, her fingers also turned into crystalline white in an instant.
A familiar and dangerous power surged into my heart.
Oh, it's a trap. But under the crisis, she has no chance to escape.
A bright starlight suddenly appeared in the light blue pupils, and then only a broken noise was heard, Lorrain Hill broke free and stepped back, half squatting on the ground.
When she looked up again, a white crystalline statue appeared in front of her.
The appearance of the statue is exactly the same as myself, just like waiting to be copied. And this statue was holding the doorknob in astonishment, motionless.
She gasped with lingering fears, and then touched her neck, only to find that the pendant Tidesi had given herself before had broken.
Recalling Tidesi's warning before leaving, which meant that this pendant had withstood the assault for herself. It seems to be a phantom replacement, replacing the shadow with himself, instead of accepting, being crystallized and petrified, but he becomes a shadow for a short time, free from this curse.
When she calmed down again and stood up, the statue of herself in front of her had turned into gray crystalline powder and piled up on the ground.
Every witch can't underestimate, after all, the power is more conceptual than extraordinary power. Lorrain Hill thought to himself in his heart, then backed more than ten steps, and a blood-red spear emerged from the air.
She held the hairpin that Trinasha had left her in her palm, and then projected the spear.
Sure enough, when the spear shot on the door, it instantly crystallized and turned into white salt grains.
However, the more blocked, the more Lorrain Hill wanted to find out.
She condensed blood-red spears again, and this time it was not just a single one, but a long, nearly hundred spears emerged from the void, aimed at the front, and projected them densely.
Like a red streamer, red marks cut through the underground space and shot in the walls and door frames.
The snow-white color continued to emerge, and the surrounding walls were further cut. In the end, only a single door frame remained in place, and the surrounding walls more than 3 meters thick all collapsed, exposing the small space behind.
Carefully bypassing the cursed door, Lorrainhill came to the room behind.
If it weren't for the vandalism just now, it should be a very warm room, she thought.
The decoration in the room is relatively simple, and the color of the furniture is mostly light blue and white. The furnishings inside are probably a bedroom, and it should be some years old, Lorrain Hill can see a little in the corner Traces of wear.
Is this the place where Dorothy used to live? She couldn't help thinking like this, looking at the familiar dressing table, walked forward to ~IndoMTL.com~ unconsciously opened the drawer, as if she was instinctively proficient.
The diary that appeared in the drawer seemed to respond to the familiar feeling in my mind.
Sure enough, Dorothy also left her own record. Was it Lagertis’ teaching or was she unconsciously imitating it.
With a feeling of nostalgia, Lorrain Hill touched the diary inlaid with black gems. Turning it over, looking at the note on the back of the diary, she opened her eyes slightly.
[If you see this note and diary, it must be that I am gone. What a pity, there are obviously many things I want to do, but unfortunately I can't see it anymore. Even so, I still left this diary, hoping that there will be latecomers to fulfill that unfulfilled dream.
If you want to break free of the fog of history, see the truth behind it.
Say the activation spell so loudly, I will tell you the cruel truth about this world. ]
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