For her, no matter what the reason is for cutting off her connection with her homeland, it is fine for a short time, but if it lasts too long, it will inevitably lead to Namiia nurturing a new mother tree will.
In fact, Namiia has done this before. On Bartlett Beach, it tried to break the restrictions and bring back the mythical particles, that is, the magic energy particles.
What? You're calling Namiya a fool? Because it doesn't know that this is like lighting a torch and a light bulb in the "dark forest"?
Nonsense... Of course it doesn't know this taboo.
It is vital, it is alive, but that does not mean it is intelligent.
Although it is believed to be billions of years old or even older, in terms of intelligence, it is at best equivalent to an immature human embryo.
Or to put it more simply: Namiya does not have the elements of intelligence.
It only has instinct, the instinct to survive.
It was this instinct that pushed Amen-Hawin to ascend to the throne of god in the previous era, and it was also this instinct that would give birth to a new mother tree will in the new era.
Who knows what it was thinking... Maybe it felt unsafe because the place was empty, so it subconsciously arranged it that way and did it that way.
It doesn't care if there are any consequences. It doesn't even know what the word "consequences" means. Anyone can yell at it and call it a fool, but it doesn't care.
How to stop it - that is the most important thing to worry about now.
"So the mother tree is reviving? This is the disaster you were talking about?"
After hearing the figure's description, Hitzfeld immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
They had thought that the Bartlett incident was a special case, and that pressing it down would provide comfort for at least a few decades. But according to what the crown said, that is, the analysis of the information it received from the origin of the mother tree, the birth of the new mother tree's will was much faster than they had imagined.
This must be related to the invasion of gray fog.
Namiia... must have felt threatened, but the god who was supposed to protect it was dealing with more important things. No one could explain the reason to it, so it made this choice spontaneously.
It's just like a newborn baby who can't communicate in human language... He cries when he wants to cry and makes a fuss when he wants to, making people feel helpless and helpless.
Then if we allow the will of the mother tree to be born, it will definitely bring the magic particles back, right?
Didn't the little crow say that the mother tree is also a rule book? The power of blood is engraved on the branches as a rule, so there is no reason why magic energy particles should not be engraved on them.
If we let it develop, it would be like lighting a torch in a dark forest full of monsters.
Stupid Namiia will certainly pay the price for her "crying behavior", but it will take all of us with it...
Hitzfeld's face looked unhappy because she could not guarantee that her mysterious master's power could block the detection of the gray fog.
Currently, there is only one active evil eye in the outside world, which comes from Abu-Gesar. Therefore, the eternal night will still come.
But because of the existence of the Mysterious Lord - because the Mysterious Lord and Ji Yang suppressed the Eternal Night together, it was difficult for the Evil Eye to detect the coordinates of Namiia through the Eternal Night.
Since she became the Lord of Mystery, not only Sarah, but also the natural evil incidents in the surrounding areas have been greatly reduced, and the safety of traveling in the eternal night has been greatly improved. This is because those things can no longer figure out their location and cannot accurately deliver pollution through the gray fog.
If the mother tree is resurrected as Wang Guan said, and the magic energy particles return, perhaps many people including her and Xia will be able to become the "controllers" in ancient mythology and cause changes in the sky and the earth with a wave of their hands.
But it's hard to say whether this unique rule will produce a greater increase in those monsters.
Because the blood source can also merge with them...
The essence of devouring is to devour rules and knowledge together.
Those great men, the knowledge they possessed was not necessarily all thought up by themselves...
Don’t let the time come when our combat power soars only to find that the enemy has directly ascended several gods, and they are even more powerful than Amen Harwin who has rushed back. Wouldn’t that be a disaster?
The first thing Hitzfeld looked at his shoulder was to find the little crow standing there motionless, with a serious expression on its face.
"tutor?"
She called out tentatively.
"Is there any way to relieve it... do you have any solution?"
"Have."
Crow nodded.
"Just call back the Sun God Kingdom."
"The reason it created the will of the mother tree is because this thing is missing. The mother tree is missing. As long as Harwin returns as the mother tree, it will not act rashly again."
Is not this nonsensical?
Hitzfeld was speechless.
If the Sun King could return, he would have returned long ago. His return could solve almost all current problems. The question is, can she come back?
"I can't come back."
The little crow sensed her thoughts and shook his head and replied: "This kind of thing is still too advanced for you... Maybe when you completely absorb the power of the seven evil eyes, I will tell you what happened, but you can't do that now. Telling you too much will harm you."
Is it.
Hitzfeld recalled that when he was first drawn into the memory space, what was reflected here was actually the memories from the crow.
She wanted to say that she didn't really think so, but that would be a little too rude for Ms. Yussirion.
She simply gave up and asked, "Is there any other way?"
"There is no other way."
Crow said in a firm tone.
"Either we both surrender to the gray fog and lure those things down to suffocate the gestating mother tree - this is something only a person of that caliber can do, or we find a way to lure Harwin back. It's your choice."
"You mean we're dead?"
"I didn't say that."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever thought about this, little Annie, that..."
The crow stretched out its wings and pointed at the crown incarnation. "Its concept of time is different from ours?"
Hitzfeld was stunned, and the crow took the opportunity to ask the figure: "According to your estimate, how long will it take for it to take shape? Convert it into units that humans can understand."
[27年零6个月又13天余2小时9分41秒。]
The figure said.
The little crow turned to the girl again and spread its wings.
So I was worrying for nothing?
Hitzfeld's eyelids began to twitch.
There are still twenty-seven years and six months to prepare for this matter...there is no need to worry too much.
But, that's not right... Isn't it true that the world will end in twenty-seven years and six months? How can I be so lax just because there are "twenty-seven years left"? This time is quite tight.
She felt her mind was a little confused, and it took her a few seconds to sort out her thoughts.
"That is to say."
After taking a look at the figure, Hitzfeld spoke tentatively.
"For me, for Aisun Hitzfeld, her most important task in the future is to find all the evil eyes as quickly as possible."
"That's right." The crow raised his head proudly.
"Only in this way will you have a chance to participate in a war of this magnitude. Hmm... then I can name you the 'Goddess of Dark Night' or the 'Goddess of Shadow Night'. You will be eligible to contribute to the efforts of the Kingdom of God. I'm not referring to the little fights you played on earth in the past... Remember the Gray Mist Temple you mentioned?"
"Remember." The girl nodded.
That was where she first came into contact with the Lionheart Sword, how could she forget it.
"That may be your future battlefield." The crow nodded with satisfaction and flapped its wings.
"Okay, that's it."
"I thought it was some kind of big crisis, but this is it."
"I'm running away."
"Ask it more about what you have to say about the secular world."
With a bang, the little crow exploded into a ball of smoke. It was not affected by the retracing at all and just slipped away when it wanted to get out.
"..."
"..."
Hitzfeld and the crown incarnation stared at each other.
She suddenly began to regret the cool words "Mr. Crown" she had said before.
It would be great if we could say it now.
It's so embarrassing now...
After saying goodbye to the crown vaguely, Hitzfeld tried to activate his divine eyes to control the scene before him.
She decided to try and see if she could get out of here on her own.
The answer is yes - it's quite easy. The specific implementation is similar to when she cancels the flashback, but she can clearly feel that there is something in front of her during the process, an object with an extremely strong presence emitting waves, which causes her to always see some messy memory fragments from people of all walks of life in the process of canceling the flashback, and tens of thousands of noisy voices suddenly appear in the void whispering to her.
Fortunately, she had already adapted to this kind of mental pollution. She quickly pulled her consciousness out of it, opened her eyes, and found herself still sitting cross-legged in front of the password box.
Xia Yibing was squatting on her right side. Before she opened her eyes, the woman must have been looking at her face closely. She clearly noticed a hint of panic in the other person's expression the moment she opened her eyes.
"Ah..." Xia Yibing quickly suppressed her embarrassment and coughed, "Well, you really came out... I was thinking about whether I should touch it and try it..."
"So, what was the result?"
She was very curious, because indeed, "a crown that allows one to know everything once worn" was too mysterious, even more exaggerated than the tree of wisdom.
Although Hitzfeld was not wearing it but just touching it with his hands, it should not be without gain.
Hitzfeld had nothing to hide from her, so he first told her that the crown had been awakened, which caused the woman to be a little surprised.
Xia Yibing had also seen the world. She had actually received more ancient memories than Hitzfeld, so she was not particularly surprised by this.
But when she heard the last two secrets, namely how Richard Barish influenced the awakening of the crown, how he awakened his rebellious will, and the future crisis described by the crown, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"That's not what we should be concerned about right now."
Hitzfeld emphasized to her.
"Or we should say that it is precisely because we care about this 'future war' that we must fight every battle at this stage well."
Her voice was as gentle and soft as ever, but it revealed a firm strength.
Now that the crown is in hand, according to the little crow's description, it is the key item that determines whether this side can absorb the power of the three evil eyes.
The three evil eyes, plus the divine eye she possessed and the evil eye she absorbed in the red soil plains, add up to five eyes.
That leaves two.
Excluding the one hanging in Yongye, there is still one left.
There weren’t many goals left, twenty-seven years… She even felt that it was a bit of an underestimation.
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More coming soon.
Chapter 91: Art Exhibition (I)
After the incident, Hitzfeld said she wanted to take a nap in Xia Yibing's office as director.
She originally planned to sleep on the floor, but Xia Yibing disagreed. The girl watched her walk around the desk with her long black silk legs, throwing aside the messy piles of documents and newspapers, each nearly 1 meter high, and patted the empty desk for her.
The table...isn't this harder than the ground?
At least there was a carpet on the floor. Although she had moved the telephone away, the entire table was just enough for Hitzfeld to sleep on her side with her legs curled up, but wouldn't it be too tight...would she fall if she turned over?
Hitzfeld had an idea of his own, and as the woman watched he squatted down and lifted up several stacks of newspapers, dividing them evenly into several piles, and laid them out on the tabletop like floor tiles, covering it completely.
very good……
After finishing everything, Hitzfeld nodded with satisfaction.
The thickness and toughness of the stacked papers meant that at least her butt wouldn't hit her when she slept on it. She immediately took off her shoes and planned to lie on it to feel the texture.
"..."
It turned out that the newspapers were piled a little too high, and the table top, which I could originally reach by raising my legs, was now completely out of reach.
