Hitzfeld pronounced the name syllable by syllable.
She didn't expect that she couldn't get rid of the illusion in her mind. The disappearance of the legendary Saint Jodin was actually related to the red soil.
This cannot be explained by coincidence.
If there was only the origin of the monarch bug, it could be a coincidence.
If there were only suspicion about St. Jodine, that could be explained by impression.
But there were too many coincidences here, so many that the illusion seemed like a hint to her - her subconscious or memory was reminding her.
Remind her of the common ancestry of worms and humans.
Remind her that Jordin Frentes disappeared on clay.
At this point, Hitzfeld had another epiphany.
Her physical condition... and her identity as a Devourer, all come from her deformed left eye.
This is an eye of the evil god that has been "polluted" by the blood of the goddess, and there is a high possibility that it comes from the seven-eyed evil god "Abu-Gesar".
Similarly, the power of "softness" also comes from it. If her inference is correct, then these two forces have the same origin.
It just so happened that Hitzfeld had stopped taking the medicine, and the power of the evil god's flesh and blood took over in her body.
Then after being affected by the same power, can this eye really just lie quietly in its socket and remain indifferent?
Will it add fuel to the fire?
Will it be possible to stimulate the consciousness behind that power... and imprint the truth from that consciousness?
If that's the case, then the illusion extracted far more than just my memories...
Turning back mechanically, Hitzfeld rolled his eyes and stared at the red ball of flesh above him.
The ball of flesh hung there quietly, vibrating in a very regular pattern.
It's like a completely neutral spectator, like it's been like this for hundreds and thousands of years and-
Watched everything during this time.
Chapter 86: Sanfeli's Heir 2
Probably at Rou's order, everyone else, including Pun, retreated far away, leaving only her huge shadow to confront the girl.
Hitzfeld's eyes were distorted and blurry for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he found himself on a body of water, watching a hideous worm rising from it.
A familiar feeling...
Another illusion.
Although the worm that emerged from the water was large, it was far from being an emperor. It was only slightly larger than a so-called war worm, and a human figure was clinging tightly to its back.
That was an old man.
He was wearing a cloth robe, with white hair and beard. There was a mole in the middle of his left face near his temple. He was the second pope of the Xieyang Cult, Saint Jodin - Jodin-Frentes.
I don't know how he managed to keep his clothes dry. He controlled the war bug to dive into the water again and pulled a young woman out of the icy river.
The scene changes to a vast plain. Jodin builds a fire on the ground and places the woman beside him.
After a while, making sure that the fire had burned long enough, he put it out, swept all the charcoal dust residue to the other side, laid a soft carpet in its place, and picked up the woman and put her on it.
The scalding soil continuously transferred heat upwards, and soon the woman's clothes were dried. Her fingers began to tremble, and she opened her eyes in a daze.
The moment he saw those eyes, Hitzfeld's brows jumped, and his last doubt was resolved.
“Where is this place?” The woman covered her head and struggled to sit up. “I remember I fell off the shelf… I… I should be dead…”
"But this is... you did this? You saved me?"
"You can understand it this way." Jodin built another fire and sat on a stone protrusion, reaching out to the fire. "You should have died, but I gave you a new life, so you should repay me and do something for me."
"I..." The woman clenched her left hand and placed it just in the middle of her chest. "I am willing to repay you, but can I still do what you want me to do..."
"No." Yodin said directly, "You can no longer use your original name, and you can no longer return to the civilized world. You will inherit my position and stay in the deep red earth until God's grace comes to you."
"But..." The woman's face turned pale, "But I still have family... If I leave for a long time, they will definitely be very sad..."
“They’ve already been sad.”
"……What's the meaning?"
"Everyone thought you were dead. Your injury is incurable in this era. Your mourning and funeral ceremony have long ended. In their minds, you are already dead and no longer have the rights of a living person."
"How...how could this happen?"
It took a long time for the young woman to accept that there was no going back.
She was extremely smart - since the other party had the ability to heal her, to heal her injuries that were said to be incurable in this era, she had no strength or confidence to fight him. It would be better for her to listen to him for the time being and find an opportunity to escape back home later.
"My name is Rola." She began to introduce herself, "Rola-Dalent."
"Jodin Frentes." The old man lowered his head and fiddled with the campfire. "Just call me Jodin."
"Jodin Frentes?" Roula was stunned. "Isn't this name——"
"Yes," the old man interrupted her, "that's me."
After being stunned for a while, shock began to appear on Roula's face.
"I'm sorry... uh... I'm not doubting you, but someone suddenly told me that he is the second Pope of the Order. This is really... do you have any evidence to prove it?"
"You are."
"what did you say?"
"I can't do anything about your injuries either." The old man glanced at her and said, "Only God's grace can save you. You can sense the power left in your body yourself."
“Power…” Roula didn’t understand it at first, but as the feeling became clearer, she widened her eyes, “This feeling… there’s something in my body… warm…”
"'Chigran's Natural Sphere'." The old man raised his lips slightly, "It's a divine artifact from the last era, the great masterpiece of the God of Nature Chigran... It is Fili's only legacy. From the moment you merged it, you have become Fili's heir."
Roula opened her mouth but couldn't say a word. This was too shocking and she couldn't accept it for a while.
Artifact?
The natural god Chiglan?
And Fili...are you talking about San Fili?
"Fili's short life was due to this thing." Yodin looked at her. "In 1817, the people of Serlan were on the verge of extinction under the oppression of the gray fog and the evil god. Some people took up arms to try to resist, but the destruction in reality could not reach the dream world at all... They could only die in despair, and were tortured by terror before they died."
"At that time, everyone was chanting her name. But they didn't know that she was no longer herself. Someone replaced her concept of existence. All prayers were transmitted to the dream world and sent into the void by mysterious hands, attracting the root of fear beyond imagination - the evil god."
"At the most critical moment, a Serlan fell into a deep ravine while fleeing. He discovered that there was a cave underneath, which turned out to be the tomb left by Bishop Ur-Lep of the Kingdom of God."
"Everyone knows that this legendary bishop left behind a book called The Book of Ur, which records the secret method of connecting with the Kingdom of God. It is said that one can communicate directly with the goddess."
"He found the book and the secret method. He told me this... He saw an empty and gloomy gray fog temple and brought back a divine artifact from the temple, Chigran's Nature Orb."
"He insisted that this was a gift from the Sun Goddess. He integrated this thing and gained power. But the most important thing is that he revised his understanding of the Goddess. He began to create the Mechanical Sun Cult, insisting that 'only the Goddess and the truth can lead mankind to victory.'"
Rola didn't dare to breathe as she listened. To her, this history was no less than a myth or legend.
She never dreamed that...she would have such an opportunity.
"But we are not blessed citizens of the Kingdom of God after all. Fili could not bear the power of the artifact for a long time, and left the sect after five years."
At this point, Yodin's expression darkened a little.
“Before he died, he gave me the artifacts and the Book of Ur, and told me that what is important is never these things, nor the people who master them, but faith.”
"Xie Yang has reconstructed hope. People along this path will struggle to survive on their own. We don't need to be their guardians all the time."
"Doesn't that mean I won't live long either?"
Roula was frightened.
"Like those people... the Devourers?"
"No." Yue Ting shook his head.
"The Nature Orb is capable of learning. Over the past five years, it has memorized and analyzed the functional laws of Fili's body. Now it can integrate with us more safely. Otherwise, I would not be alive today."
Only then did Roula breathe a sigh of relief.
"Under his influence, I didn't keep occupying the position." Yoding continued, "I disappeared in front of everyone and went to the place with the thickest gray fog and the most evil seeds."
"Until I came here, to the Soth Plateau."
"Sos Plateau, do you mean the red soil?" Roula grinned, "What you said...what you want me to do, isn't it to kill the evil monsters in the red soil..."
That's an astronomical figure. No wonder he said he would never have the chance to return to the civilized world...
"Not to destroy." Jodin looked up at her, "but to suppress."
"Suppress them like I did, so that they will not be affected by the power of the evil god's corpse."
Roula was stunned.
She paused for a long moment before opening her mouth: "No... I don't quite understand what you mean."
“That’s what it means literally.”
"But why me?" Roula didn't understand.
She saw and analyzed that the Nature Orb possessed healing power, which might also delay aging.
Then if Jodin gave it to himself, wouldn't that mean he would become much weaker?
He was basically choosing an heir...but that was also what she didn't understand the most.
Those knights, the bishops in the diocese, and at the worst, the soldiers.
Aren't they all more suitable to be the heir than her?
why her?
Why did he choose her?
“Because you have the best beliefs.” Jodin smiled.
"Weng Saiyin... There are people who hold this belief, but they are not young anymore and do not meet my requirements."
"Young people are mostly carefree. They are protected so well that they have forgotten that this is not what they should be doing, and that there are deadly threats around them."
"only you."
"I watched the play you rehearsed. You were the only one who was young, kind, and most importantly, understood the meaning of sacrifice."
"It just so happened that fate made you fall down again. If I didn't choose you, you would definitely die."
"Tell me yourself, who else could be more suitable than you?"
Chapter 87: Sanfeli's Heir 3
[My memory is also fuzzy... I can only remember part of the experience.]
Hitzfeld's face darkened.
She was not sure whether the illusion just now was triggered by her left eye or whether the big monster transmitted it to her with its "ability".
Or maybe... that was just the part that Rou had just said, and her left eye was stimulated by her thoughts and took the initiative to present this part of the picture to her.
[Yordin is a good man, he taught me a lot.] There was nostalgia in Rou's voice, [Since bringing me to this ruins, we have been helping each other and working together to try to make all the polluted things more controllable.]
[If it weren’t for our efforts, what you have experienced during this period would have become the norm over the past hundred years.]
[He did make a great sacrifice, and kept his promise, spending the rest of his life here.]
"Is he dead?" Hitzfeld asked her.
[Long deceased.]
"According to what you said, you were still a human at that time? At least in human form... Then why did you become like this?"
[Ah... let's start with the weapon he passed down to me - the Sword of Ahoyne.]
The scene switched, and Hitzfeld suddenly saw Jodin walking with Zola between the bookshelves, talking to her all the time.
"There are also legends about the Sword of Ahoyin in the outside world, right? Tell me what you know about it."
"I don't know." Roula's shoulders slumped. "I've never really cared about this aspect... If you really want to ask me about it... There's an emerald inlaid in the middle of the hilt... A sword that can control spring?"
