"You have to make sure it's called that name - let it speak for itself and answer for itself!"
“What if it’s wrong?” Hitzfeld asked.
"Then come back quickly!"
The flames in the skeleton's eyes jumped violently.
"The gray fog can even corrode undead like me... No one can predict what kind of changes it will undergo after being left there for so long!"
"You can return here if there is anything unusual."
"We can try a few more times..."
"Or if you can find a way--"
Having said that, the skeleton paused.
Then, under the inexplicable gaze of Elwin and the silver-haired goddess, he said word by word:
"You can also try and eat it."
Chapter 47: The King of Lies (Two in One)
Eat?
How is it possible for a person to eat a book?
Alvin looked at the green mist skeleton in surprise, then at Hitzfell.
She had thought that the silver-haired goddess would express some surprise, after all, this request seemed a bit unreasonable to her, but she did not expect Hitzfeld to be unmoved at all. She just nodded and stepped directly into the gray fog.
This is the main entrance connecting the corridor and the prison hall. Behind him is the darkness of two rows of columns, and in front of him is a thicker gray airflow. Hitzfeld disappeared almost as soon as he stepped in - Alwin's raised finger was forced to freeze in mid-air.
I'm still wondering whether to go with her...
That's really embarrassing, Alvin. The other person is actually married to someone else, so there's no need for you to be so deliberate.
No...! This is just caring for a friend!
Her expression was changing constantly, and she was torn between two different thoughts.
I just simply don't want her to be in danger.
That would not only make me sad, Xiasha...most importantly, Emily, they would all be sad...
Hitzfeld was completely oblivious to Queen Sarah's inner struggle as she had already walked about ten steps into the gray fog.
What Lika Harwin said about “eating books” reminded me of the “forbidden fruit of wisdom”.
She observed the environment as she walked, while also thinking about various clues and details in her mind.
The forbidden fruit of wisdom, Harry's library. Through an evil spell, a large area is covered within the range of the altar. As long as certain conditions are met within the required time - such as enough negative emotions driven by desire in this case, a new gray fog evil god can be created with the condensate.
The Dark Serpent is such a product, and the method used by Harry's Library is very simple. It actually did not do much work at all. It just took advantage of the dark side that already existed in people's hearts - and gave it a push behind it.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This is probably what it means.
It’s so unfair…
Greed is one of the characteristics of being a "human", and it is one of the characteristics that is least likely to be abandoned. No matter how many people criticize it, it cannot change its role in promoting technological development. It is almost impossible to counter it by using such a thing as a foothold to attack the weakness of human nature.
It’s really a headache. From this perspective, the Gray Mist Evil God, also known as the Outer God, possesses various abilities of bewitching, interfering, and polluting, as if they were naturally prepared for creatures like “humans”.
They obviously originally came from different universes, different dimensions, and different time and space, but coincidentally produced such a restraining effect... Can this really be described as a "coincidence"?
Teacher Yusilian also told me the story of Namiia and the so-called disaster of the last era in bits and pieces. She said in person, "The mother tree is unwilling to merge with anyone, even if that person is the Sun King or Amen-Haven. The instinct of life is selfishness."
The world has indeed lived up to this assessment.
Because of selfishness and the desire to survive, they chose to allow alien viruses and blood-based spells, such a distorted path, to be born here.
If these unorthodox methods had a chance to extend the life of the mother tree, Hitzfeld had no doubt that it was Emen Harwin who was abandoned, and history would be very different today.
It was because none of these roads were feasible. After trying all the roads, it found that none of them worked and it could not survive in any of them. At the last moment before death, it reluctantly and awkwardly chose His Majesty Hawin at the last moment.
Isn't this utterly selfish?
But this is not the focus of Hitzfeld's current thinking.
Many principles in the world have something in common if you think about them carefully, such as the alien virus she just thought of, and the "Holy Spear of Disaster", a divine weapon that was created specifically for destruction.
The full name of the Holy Lance of Disaster is "Moins' Holy Lance of Disaster". Moins is the god of disaster and goddess of disaster. Along with Victoria, Sophia and Benita, they are the first "fruits" born from the mother tree.
She had also seen this person in the flashback of the beach case. He gave people a feeling of indifference and rationality.
"Destruction is also a kind of gift."
The image of a little crow flapping its wings on the blackboard seemed to appear before my eyes.
"Too many grass seeds will squeeze the growing space of crops, and too much grass eaten by livestock will damage the land ecology. Without enough grass, the number of herbivores will decrease or even become extinct, which will in turn affect the entire food chain. This shows that indulging life is not the way of nature."
"I'm afraid all life dislikes disasters. Tsunamis, earthquakes, strong winds, lava... every time these disasters occur, they kill a large number of lives. But you have to admit that this is part of the natural cycle. New flowers will bloom on the land after the tide recedes, the remaining corpses will become a hotbed for new life, storms will bring seeds from the other side of the sea, and lava is performing the work of creation..."
“These are all rules and order.”
"The ancient catastrophists believed that everything in the world is made up of fixed particles. The death of life is not the end of a journey, because the particles that make them up will be scattered and reorganized after the body dies. Whether it turns into nutrients for other life or becomes part of fossil sand, it is just another way of arranging the particles - that is, the total amount of particles in the whole world remains unchanged."
"Of course, from today's perspective, this argument is definitely unscientific... We still have consumption, and it is a mysterious, irreversible consumption that has not yet been discovered. But the reason why I tell you so much is not to make you think about this, but its prerequisite - when the development of something is obviously excessive, the environment will spontaneously produce means to curb its further development."
Therefore, sheep are a means to curb the development of grass, and wolves are a means to curb the development of sheep.
The alien virus...is Namibia's attempt to curb the development of the Namibians.
What about the gray fog?
Gray fog... could it be the means by which the entire universe curbs the development of Namibia?
Is it because of this reason that the Outer Gods can restrain humans just right?
In the end, her thinking and insights were beyond the times. This kind of question, which was almost entering the field of philosophy, was probably something she was the only one in Namibia who would think about.
However, even though she was thinking about such mysterious questions, she did not forget the important things.
"45...50...55...it's about here."
After counting to exactly 55 steps, Hitzfeld stopped in the middle.
This is the dividing line. Going further back, from step 54 onwards it is closer to the entrance, and going forward, from step 56 onwards it is closer to the center.
After less than a second of hesitation, Hitzfeld took the 56th step.
I didn't keep walking forward, but followed Lika-Haven's method and paused after walking a certain distance, in order to confuse the evil spirit in this way.
As she walked, she began to pay more attention to her surroundings.
The evil gods here were probably originally tied to pillars with those thick chains.
Even with the density of the gray fog in the prison hall, she could still vaguely see two huge stone pillars standing tall in front of her. They were so big that it was unimaginable that they seemed to support the sky, and there were circles of irregular protrusions on the outline of the pillars - those were the thick chains wrapped around them.
Along the way, Hitzfeld saw the evil god.
It was a huge shadow... just like the pillar, she couldn't see it clearly, only some hazy outlines... They were tightly wrapped around the pillar with chains, some were motionless as if they were asleep, some were constantly struggling and squirming, and after noticing her, they tried to spread out tentacles nearly a hundred meters long towards her.
She avoided them all and they couldn't escape. This kind of avoidance was not too difficult.
Most of the pillars were empty. There were indeed chains wrapped around them, but the chains had stretched out a line that spread into the surrounding mist, which meant that the things originally tied to the pillars were in a "semi-free state".
They could not leave the temple, but at least in the prison hall, in this hall, they could move freely as far as the chains could extend.
She had also heard them calling on her for help.
She didn't understand the structure of the sound; it wasn't any language she knew.
The weird syllables, without any grammatical rules, seemed to transmit the meaning into my heart out of thin air.
Just by "listening", her left eye was eager to move.
The alienated tissues in the brain were originally suppressed by the will and grew in reverse - after the life completed its sublimation, most of the swollen tumors and grown tentacles retracted into the eyeballs, and it can be said that it has returned to normal.
But now it started again, the area behind her left eye began to swell again, and the goddess could feel a familiar sticky touch spreading towards her brain.
Then it slowly entangled it, wrapped it, and inserted it into her brain, trying to control her nerves and thoughts.
The divine blood undoubtedly played a key role. The golden light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, and combined with the collar she wore, the violent eyeball tentacles were violently suppressed, and they were controlled and retracted as soon as they passed through her jaw.
This impact should be controllable.
Hitzfeld began to think so until she looked back once and saw the shadows beneath her feet.
Most of the shadow was normal, but at the head of the shadow, at the top part, seven or eight wriggling tentacles had emerged from the darkness and were protesting against her in the mist.
"..." He frowned but said nothing. Hitzfeld continued to walk forward.
Step by step.
Keep your sights firmly on your direction.
woo-
A low, horn-like sound came from the distance. It was intermittent and unclear at first, but soon it became deafening.
So desolate... so bleak...
It's as if it was blown from ancient times across the long river of time...!
When Hitzfeld heard the noise, he ran away without any hesitation!
The next moment after she took a step forward, the chain on the stone pillar on the left trembled violently, and a huge, hazy shadow at least a hundred meters high suddenly swooped out from the fog, stretched out a giant palm and slapped it in the same place!
If she had dared to hesitate for even a second, she would have been turned into meat paste!
Woohoo——
woo-
The giant monster that sprang out was like a swollen meat ball. It had no face and no expression organs. The so-called "palms" were just a bunch of squirming things that formed the outline. Such "palms" were almost all over its tumorous body. Every three or four "palms" would hold a "horn"-like object. They kept pulling out and inserting the object into the tumorous body. Every time it was inserted, a vast tune would come out of the horn!
He is still chasing!
At first, it just used its condensed "giant palm" to simulate human legs running, but later found that the speed was not fast enough, so it simply shrank back and rolled like a spherical ball, getting closer and closer to this side... as if it would crush me in the next moment!
"Zheng——!"
A sharp sound was heard in the distance.
It's obviously metal, and the sound is caused by the friction between the metal and something.
At the same time, the rolling movement of the tumor monster came to an abrupt halt.
It was like a kite being pulled. He even paused in the air for a brief moment before falling back to the ground with madness and unwillingness. All the empty "giant hands" on his body were madly stretching and climbing towards the girl, and the "woooo" horn sound was endless, just like a desperate patient suffering from a cerebral infarction.
Hitzfeld saw everything through the shadow. She didn't dare look back or stop for even half a second. She kept running until the thing completely disappeared in the fog and the sound of the horn could no longer be heard. Only then did she slow down.
Bending over to catch her breath, she didn't seem to notice that something was being awakened by the noise.
An enchanting tentacle drew an arc and wrapped around her.
It looks like a tongue and a tail.
It was in a spiral shape, starting from around the top of her head, making sure not to touch her, for fear of alarming her if it was done wrong.
Soon……
Soon……
Blood food of "fellow countrymen"...
That was a taste I hadn't tasted in many years...
The tentacles transformed into an inverted bag of flesh, which slammed down like the bag of a pitcher plant, trapping the silver-haired goddess and her shadow inside.
clank clank——
Then the bag of meat was chopped to pieces.
The gathered flesh and blood exploded, and a slender figure chased out. It was seen jumping in the fog like a ghost, chasing the retracted tentacles. It did not raise its hands, but on its head - each of the wriggling tentacles extending from its head held a long black shadow of a knife!
clank clank——
The shadow instantly extended out and chased to the root of the tentacle - which was a stone pillar. Hitzfeld mercilessly manipulated the "Shadow Blade" to completely cut it into pieces.
At this point, a weak authentic Outer God, who was probably unable to resist due to his weakness, was chopped to death by her.
I didn't even have time to learn His name...
His tense nerves relaxed slightly. Hitzfeld knew he couldn't stay here any longer, so he retracted his shadow and continued running forward, trying not to think about what the noise here would attract.
