But the whole city, the whole world is not normal.
The only normal ones are Emera and Haradini.
There were only the two of them.
We need to investigate more.
Hitzfeld remained silent on the surface, continuing to convey his thoughts through "mystery".
[At least we need to understand what is going on...! ]
Because this discovery is a bit too shocking.
The first year of folding...
The Folding Era...
No matter how you interpret and name this period of time, it cannot change the fact that it is just a period of time.
The carrier of time has not changed. From the beginning of the first year of folding to the end of the 327th year of folding, the scene in between is still Namibia, the place where she and Xia Yibing depend on in reality.
So what does what they see mean?
What? This carrier has been successfully eroded before?
What? This erosion has even reached the point where it has completely merged with it?
What about the real Namiia?
Why hadn’t Namiya in real life ever given her this feeling?
Is it because the erosion was hidden too deeply that she was unable to notice it?
If not... if the real Namiia is pure and flawless, without being corroded or polluted, then who completed its purification - who expelled the pollution that had fallen on it since the first year of the fold?
The first hundred years.
The second century.
The third century.
It is no longer just to fill the abyss, but a heartfelt desire to understand the secrets buried for more than three hundred years.
Hitzfeld had a very, very ominous feeling about this.
That is, the hidden things behind this matter may be more terrifying and shocking than what she can imagine at the moment...
"Shall we go to the beach then?"
Xia Yibing turned her head and stared at her, deliberately changing her tone to a light one.
The "mysterious" connection is still there. I can also feel what Aisuen is thinking now...
Hitzfeld nodded, letting Xia Yibing hug him and float with her to the east of the city.
As for why it is the seaside.
Of course it is because the medium they used this time, that is, the anonymous manuscript, depicts the story that happened at the seaside.
Just as the key clue last time was provided by the medium, the Sword of Ahoyin, to trace back, we have to follow the medium.
The spirit had no difficulty in traveling, and soon reached the seashore.
It must be admitted that although Victoria Harbour is larger and more magnificent than Vienno Harbour, the former is actually not as good as the latter in terms of port development.
This may be due to the different terrain. At the very least, there is no high ridge in Weinport to build a castle on the hill.
This ridge, which no longer exists in reality, cut off the coastline during this period of time. The ridge served as the boundary, with the southern part being the harbor and the northern part being the relatively pristine wilderness beach.
Hitzfeld had to maintain that state and could not open her eyes, which made her look like a blind person. Xia Yibing unconsciously took better care of her.
【I'm not blind! 】
Hitzfeld tilted his head to the side, speechless.
I can see the road with my divine eyes.
only……
Ok……
This scene is indeed a bit scary.
They landed on the north side of the mountain ridge. The landscape here was very simple, with only large forests and vast beaches. Looking into the distance along the winding coastline, you could vaguely see scattered wooden houses, and there was a simple dock built with wooden boards every ten meters or so.
This is what Xia Yibing saw.
But the images coming from the "mystery", that is, from Hitzfeld's mind, in the occasional blur and distortion, they saw black tentacles entangled on the ground.
The entire beach and the entire ridge are made up of these living creatures.
The ocean is a fetid swamp of worms.
Seabirds are flying monsters with bloody mouths.
The fishermen are "octopus men" who move on the sand by waving their tentacles.
All of this is intertwined and wriggling slowly, revealing its true appearance only when the picture flashes.
It's hard for Emera.
Xia Yibing thought.
Not only did she have to endure the fear, she couldn't even speak about it.
So why didn't she just tell Haradini the truth...
It’s not like she hasn’t done something similar before - wasn’t the purpose of those two lip readings to bypass the “glimpse of the world” and convey information?
Unless this matter cannot be brought to light.
The truth cannot be told by outsiders, but must be understood by oneself?
While she was daydreaming here, Hitzfeld noticed that the sky had changed.
Just...without any warning, the sky turned dark.
She caught a glimpse of the truth when the picture became blurred and flickering: it was actually a wisp of gray fog that came in from the sky. It merged into the clouds, as if giving it life, driving a large area of thick dark clouds to cover it, and began to twist and rotate from the center.
This process took only two seconds. Soon, the rotating tip dropped like a tentacle and connected directly with the sea surface, forming a terrible "super sea tornado" that was larger and thicker than the one Hitzfeld had seen in the Crystal Sea case.
Before the two of them could react, the tornado split once from the center, changing from one to two, twisting its waist and attacking this side.
Something happened that puzzled them.
Indeed, as the manuscript mentioned, a tornado struck.
If nothing unexpected happens, Haratini will quickly lower the winter temperature and use the extreme cold to freeze the two storms, thus ending this seemingly natural disaster.
Yes – this was all a predictable development.
but why……
Why were the fishermen and fishing boats caught in these two tornadoes?
The scene before us was the backflow of seawater and a group of fishing boats being thrown into the sky by a tornado.
They watched as the storm tore apart the wreckage of ships and people, and the blood instantly merged into the sea, turning into pink foam that rose and fell in the waves.
But how could this be?
According to the truth seen by God's eyes, hasn't the entire world, including the residents of Victoria Harbour, been corroded and polluted by the gray fog?
People are monsters.
The city is a monster.
The earth and mountains are monsters.
Ocean, waterspouts are also monsters.
You are all monsters...then why are you killing each other?
In particular, the true appearance of many fishermen in God's eyes - judging from the appearance of their bodies captured in that flashing moment, they are quite strong!
Some have dozens of thick tentacles, some have gill-like alien tissue growing on their faces, and some have huge flesh membranes between their hands and bodies. It is obvious at a glance that they at least have the ability to glide.
But what is the truth?
A fisherman with many thick tentacles insisted on using only two of them when he was about to be swept away, and then he was swept away because he was not strong enough.
The fisherman with gill tissue fell into the water and struggled in panic and shouted for help, but eventually sank to the bottom of the sea and drowned.
The fisherman with the huge flesh membrane was swept away and thrown onto the land. He had no intention of opening his flesh membrane to fly and allowed himself to be thrown to death.
How could this be?
how so? ? ?
At this moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to both of them at the same time.
Could it be that the so-called pollution is not absolute?
The gray fog successfully polluted Namibia and merged with all things, but it did not completely achieve its purpose.
It is in a superposition state of "both existing and not existing".
As long as the rules and cognition are solid, pollution can in a sense be regarded as never having happened.
But if the rules and cognition collapse, then it is possible that the truth seen by God will tear off the disguise and become the real thing that can be seen without relying on this mysterious state.
"……what is this?"
Xia Yibing's voice was stuttering, she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest.
"'As long as I don't know I'm a monster, I'm not'?"
【This is a 'compromise'. 】
Hitzfeld spoke through “Mystery.”
[The Sun King, the Mother Tree, the Grey Mist Outer God... the result of compromise among many parties! ]
It can only be this way.
This can only be the case!
This is a compromise!
The gray fog wants to devour this world. This is the result of a compromise after multiple parties have negotiated... They are unable to achieve their goals for the time being, so they fold up time and grind it slowly!
【So this is why the Sun King ensures that the seasons remain stable.】
She continued her analysis.
[Four Seasons... Time, this is the basis of the cognitive rules of all things! The Sun King does not want the existing superposition state to be broken, and does not want all things to be induced by the gray fog to suffer real pollution, so she let her four daughters become Sichen, in charge of the four seasons, and consolidate cognition! ]
That’s why there must be seasons left, and the winter of Haradini must stay!
If she leaves too, the concept of the four seasons will completely disappear, and the cognition of all things in the world will probably collapse in an instant! And this collapse will probably bring about the ultimate doomsday!
The four seasons ceased to exist and the earth was plunged into darkness.
They will gradually lose the ability to distinguish between cold and heat, light and darkness, until they can no longer distinguish between life and death, and even lose the ability to distinguish the meaning and value of their own existence!
They will no longer feel that "they are themselves", they will be confused, and will be truly eroded in the process. The world seen by God's eyes will descend in an instant, and the real and the false will be directly exchanged!
No wonder the hidden enemy targeted Emera and Haradini!
Spring and summer are dead.
As long as autumn and winter are removed, Gray Fog will be the final winner of this game!
"..."
After reasoning to this point, many doubts have been resolved.
It turns out that this is the story that happened in the "first hundred years".
A war without gunpowder or even fighting.
Hidden in the cracks of the superposition state, there are only four Si Chens to face.
Haradini is here.
She stood on the top of the palace and looked over here, still as beautiful as when I first saw her.
The temperature began to drop sharply with her appearance. Whether it was the two raging seaspouts or the tide that was rushing in with the momentum, all the ominous signs and disasters were frozen and turned into ice sculptures under the power of "Winter".
