Friday helped Robinson kill the savages because he knew nothing, but Avatar would never do that - this kind of cultural rebellion would never occur in the development process of backward civilization.
Is it because they have learned human language?
Language itself has logic, and thinking in a different language will subtly change the entire thinking mode.
To put it more mysteriously, this can also be considered a kind of memetic pollution.
"We just know more of the truth," Felkin said softly.
"About the ancient gods, about the origin of our race... We are sure that if we want to be free, we must get rid of its control. We don't want to be your enemy, and I am not sure now whether what we saw in the past is correct..."
Felkin may be too old, and his basic logic is not very clear when he speaks up to this point.
It sounded exhausting and it was hard to understand exactly what he meant.
Hitzfeld was a little disappointed.
Rip said that Felkin was the smartest among them, and she thought she could have a good communication with him, but she didn't expect it to be this limited.
"You can think about why our organization is called the Awakening Alliance." Felkin looked at the air next to him.
"Wake up, wake up."
"Have you seen those wild men around Pun?"
"You are right to look down on them and think they are ignorant and slow."
"Yes, we think they are on the wrong path... This group should wake up. It's not that they can't do it, but no one tells them what to do... Pun could have been such a person, but unfortunately... Alas."
Having said this, Felkin sighed again.
The female creeper next to it also lowered its head.
He was honest.
After talking about the goals of the Awakening Alliance and Pun's background, it seemed like he really wanted to work with her.
"The priest was supposed to be Puen's job," she said. "What would happen if there was a priest?"
“The rate of conversion increases dramatically,” Felkin said.
"They only have two ways to transform you now. One is through an acid pool—"
Hitzfeld thought of the man she had stabbed to death before.
"The other is the Breath of the Void."
"Breath of the Void...?"
"That's the power from another world." Felkin nodded and pointed at the ceiling.
"Inside that thing."
"The acid pool is formed by the emperor's stomach acid and worm blood. There are not many of them, and the number of people that can be transformed at one time is also limited."
"And the priest can master the breath of the void."
"As long as you sacrifice your own flesh and blood to the ancient gods, borrow the breath of the void and gently scrape it, the people you touch will quickly become your followers."
Chapter 81: Not an Illusion
Sacrifice...So this is what the name means.
Hitzfeld was a little surprised at first, as "sacrifice" seemed more of a verb than a noun to her. Now she understood that it was called that because of its function.
Sacrificing one's own flesh and blood...what is the exact number of sacrifices?
Thinking about Pun's usual behavior and considering Felkin's description of his background, Hitzfeld felt that Pun was completely capable of doing something like "ordering her to dig out all her flesh and blood and exchange it for the Breath of the Void with the evil god."
Whether judging from the perspective of a native creeper or from the perspective of awakened ones like Felkin, Pun is not a normal person.
Next, they began to discuss the details of the cooperation in detail.
"In three or four days at most, the camp outside the city will be ready," Felkin said. "Pun will definitely turn you into a sacrifice during the ceremony. There is a high chance that he will lead you up to the tower and bring you into close contact with that thing."
He was referring to the glowing red ball of flesh where the Breath of the Void came from.
"Tell me what to do," the girl asked.
"If the information we have is correct," Felkin hesitated, "you should be able to see a long sword inside."
"A sword?"
"Yes, the sword. Then you will see the core wrapped by those things - it should be an eyeball, but the center is empty, with a hole, and in the hole is the starry sky - remember, don't get close to that thing."
Hitzfeld frowned as he listened; the description sounded too abstract.
"You are the Devourer." Felkin looked at her covered left eye. "Although I don't know which god that eye came from, you don't resonate with that thing, which means they are from different sources."
Are they really from different sources?
His eyelids twitched, and Hitzfeld felt that this was hard to explain.
Her left eye is closely related to the seven-day theory in the myth of the Sun King, and it just so happens that "Abu-Gesar" also has seven eyes.
Too similar, really too similar. She actually thinks that the probability of their common origin is very high, and the reason why there is no resonance is because both sides are suppressing each other.
My left eye is divine blood, and that thing on it... maybe it's the long sword they were talking about?
But the basis of their cooperation was entirely based on another possibility, and she did not dare to put forward this hypothesis, as it would make her lose all value in an instant.
"Find the sword, pull it out, cut your wrist with it, and smear your blood on it."
"and then."
"Then just throw it into the starry sky in the middle."
"That's it?"
"Well, the rejection reaction of the divine blood is enough for it to bear. Add to that the sword, its resurrection will be delayed by at least a hundred years."
"I think..." Hitzfeld hesitated for a moment, "I mean, what if, what if I don't find the sword?"
"Impossible." Felkin stared. "The records cannot be wrong. The sword must exist."
"This is just a hypothesis... Never mind, let me try another one. What I mean is, if I find a sword, but it's too blunt - after all, it must have been there for a long time and might have rusted a long time ago. If it, well, it can't cut my skin..."
Felkin, Rip and the maid immediately stared at Hitzfeld with strange eyes.
Hitzfeld's scalp tingled.
She really admired Darent now, because he could keep talking nonsense despite such embarrassment.
"Your skin shouldn't be that thick." Ruibo said to her seriously, "There's no possibility that it can't be cut."
"Remember to move quickly." Felkin continued to remind him, "That starry hole is the source of the void breath. If you don't want to end up like us, you'd better finish everything before you get blown away."
Hitzfeld was completely numb.
If her left eye came from "Abu-Ghasar", then she really couldn't guarantee that her blood would have that effect.
On the contrary, her blood might become an excellent tonic, greatly accelerating the resurrection process of this evil god.
So should she take the risk?
She still refused to give up: "But Pun was with me at the time, and he would not sit idly by and watch me do this."
"All we can do is give you your bag and gun on your way up," Felkin said. "That's the limit. How you do that under Poon's supervision is up to you."
"What if I can't do it?"
"Then you can just hide behind that big eyeball. As long as you are not swept by the breath of the void, you will at least be a human being when Puen kills you."
This is an extremely irresponsible statement.
But she also understood that it was rare for the Awakening Alliance to provide so much information, not to mention that she would have a chance to get the white whale in the end - at least she would not be completely powerless to fight back.
The negotiation time passed quickly, and Felkin signaled that it was time for her to leave.
"Felkin, are you really going to throw all the burdens on her?"
Watching Hitzfeld being taken away by the maid, Rip looked at the old leader.
"I mean, you know the effects of aesthesia...if it works, I can chant the name of God, too."
"You can't defeat Punn." Felkin interrupted, "You don't have the blood of the eclipse, so you can't pollute the starry sky."
"But she can't win!"
"She has companions. I know Poon well. He will take them up with him."
"He is so sure? That's not a good thing!"
“So I asked her to help as well.”
"It's no use!"
"Don't rely on the power of aesthesia!" Felkin raised his voice and said sternly, "Rip! Why do you think I asked you to tell her that?"
On the other side, Hitzfeld returned to the dark corridor.
The maid who led the way disappeared at some point. She groped around in the corridor and suddenly bumped into something, losing her balance and about to fall backwards.
At the critical moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and brought her back.
"……Thanks."
Hitzfeld suppressed his nausea. "Are you the person they asked to play me? Nice to meet you... I'm Hitz--"
"Jona."
A voice came from the darkness ahead.
Simple and cool.
The most important thing is that it is not sharp and you can tell intuitively that it is a female voice.
Hitzfeld's nausea mostly dissipated - she didn't like having these monsters touch her, but it would be much better if they were female.
The cloak swept across her face, and she realized that Jonah was leaving, and she stared at the blurry shadow in a daze.
Rumbling--
Jonah pushed the stone wall open again, and the light coming from the tunnel below slightly illuminated the outline of its body.
She seemed to be holding something in her hand.
His eyes fell on the other person's left hand, and Hitzfeld gradually saw clearly that it should be a bone flute.
Bone flute...Musical instrument...
Wait, musical instruments?
The inspiration that was once elusive suddenly emerged from the depths of her mind again, and Hitzfeld was sure that this time she would not let it slip through her fingertips again.
She knew something was wrong!
Musical instruments... music... piano music!
When she was communicating with Bruce, Bruce once mentioned the sound of the piano!
She didn't care at first, because when she compared her hallucination experiences with Xia and Darent, they also mentioned the sound of the piano.
But that's because they've heard it...
In the stables...
That violin music...
Darent played...
Xia and I happened to be at the scene...
From the time they arrived in Onseen until they set out for the red clay, Darent played only once.
If it was Kak or anyone else present at the time who mentioned the sound of the piano, she would be able to accept it, because they had heard it before, and having heard it could have their memory retrieved and reappeared in the illusion world.
But Bruce…is the Flint Knight.
He was not there at the time.
Then how could he hear the sound of the piano in the illusion world?
There is no such music in his memory, and that thing cannot extract the relevant memory. How can this be simulated?
Bruce did not describe the melody of the piano in detail, but Hitzfeld felt that it could not be any other song but the "devil's trill".
