Not only did he do this himself, he also found the "only" heir, Rola, hoping to pass on this responsibility.
I am a person, and Rola is also a person.
Is there some unique reason why only a single individual should be assigned this job?
Are these strange rules similar to those in the evil god game?
Or... the problem is not with the "individual" factor, but that things will get messed up once there are too many people?
"Aisun? Aisun??"
Hitzfeld was so absorbed in her thoughts that she only reacted after Xia Yibing called her several times.
"Um...what is it?"
"I've asked you many times... they didn't do anything to you, did they?"
"No." Hitzfeld pressed his swollen butt again. "They want to use me as a sacrifice. The condition of the sacrifice is also very important."
"So I think we shouldn't care about that mess right now, we have to find a way out!"
"Oh, I have made arrangements for this. Smail and the others should have received the news. Even if Pun starts arresting the Awakening Alliance members today, it's too late."
"What's the use of Smail and the others?" Xia Yibing wanted to bang her head against the railing, "They can't get in at all! We have to save ourselves! Save ourselves!"
"Save yourself, no problem."
"How can this be okay? Didn't you say that the Awakening Alliance had already been discovered? How can they help tomorrow?"
Xia Yibing spoke hurriedly in a whispering tone.
"Just the bags they promised to give us—"
"At this."
A fanny pack suddenly came through the railing and hit her.
Xia Yibing was stunned for a moment, holding her bag with one hand, but her eyes were wide open staring at the slender wooden man standing in the aisle.
"Mapsdalen?"
"it's me."
"How did you get out?"
"Ah~ You know, when this place was built, they obviously didn't expect people to be this thin."
Darent continued walking forward, throwing another waist bag to the gray-haired girl, and grinning at her when she looked up.
"I told you, iron bars can't hold wood."
"Tonight is the final preparation. Remember to eat more and replenish your energy."
Hitzfeld rolled his eyes and stared at him, while simultaneously opening his waist bag and taking out the white whale and a brown paper bag.
"This thing...what do you want to do?"
Darent frowned when he saw the paper bag, and looked at her with some doubt.
"Is there any need to ask?"
Hitzfeld opened the paper package, took out a pill and put it in his mouth.
“This is one of the few freedoms and opportunities we have.”
"I'll have to do an experiment with it."
Chapter 89: The Secret of Jodin
It can make Darent frown, give Hitzfeld hope, and its appearance happens to be a pill. Naturally, it can only be the "suppressant drug" specially prepared for her by Sixus.
Hitzfeld still remembered the precautions that Sixus had told him - take it orally, it will take effect as soon as it is swallowed, and it can quickly increase the activity of the divine blood from her torso to the brain. The activity peaks within three hours after taking it, and then decreases after three hours, gradually reaching a balance with the flesh and blood of her left eye.
This balance will greatly weaken her resistance to evil spirits, curses, etc. But on the other hand, the three hours after taking the medicine are also opportunities. Because during this period, her mental activity and control over her left eye can reach their peak, and she can try to do things that she can't do normally.
She had already taken the medicine, and Darent could only respect her decision.
But in such an environment, she also has multiple hidden dangers such as insomnia and aesthesia... He did not return to his room but chose to take care of her outside. At the same time, he was a little hesitant whether he should tell Xia Yibing about her taking the medicine.
The effect of the medicine was very fast. After all, it was something that could be called a special medicine. Diluted divine blood was also added to it. Hitzfeld pinched her neck just after taking the medicine. She could feel the tentacles there attacking the seal.
It was not unfamiliar, because it was not the first time she took the medicine, and naturally it was not the first time she experienced this feeling. She knew very well that this was just the instinctive reaction of the evil god's flesh and blood. They were unwilling to continue to be suppressed by the blood of the gods, and wanted to struggle and resist, and even break through the seal of the coil to regain freedom.
This stage was the most difficult, and her brain began to ache. It was as if someone was stabbing her with a red-hot iron rod, tearing her apart. Soon she curled up and lay on the ground, shaking violently from the agony.
"Aisun?" Xia Yibing called out tentatively, but got no response.
She reacted quickly, analyzing what happened from the last conversation between the girl and Darent, and continued to ask Darent tentatively: "Did she take the medicine?"
“……”Dalent said nothing, just stared at the girl’s back and sighed.
This was tantamount to acquiescence. Xia Yibing slammed the railing hard, slid down the wall as if exhausted, lowered her head and fell into silence.
They all didn't want the girl to take the medicine, but it wasn't just because she would feel intense pain in the first few minutes after taking the medicine. The main reason was that she would be extremely weak three hours after taking the medicine, which would be very unfavorable for her to face the situation tomorrow.
Resurrection ceremony... the corpse of the evil god... it sounds terrible. As a God Devourer, she couldn't guarantee that she could escape unscathed. If she lost even this advantage, it would be at least ten times more dangerous than before.
That's why Xia Yibing stopped her from taking the medicine during that intimate encounter.
If they were not in danger, if they were in Wayne, in the old house in Blackwood City, she would not hesitate.
But she was very clear about this situation, and the pressure of survival after taking the medicine was too great.
Hitzfeld was essentially taking all the pressure on his own shoulders, just to use those three hours to control the Divine Eye, to get more information in this way, to give them all hope.
"Don't make it seem like I've been sacrificed..."
A hoarse voice came from behind. It turned out that Hitzfeld had already overcome the initial effects of the medicine and sat up by supporting himself on the floor.
Sweat stuck a few strands of gray hair to her face. She reached out to push away the bangs that were blocking her vision and felt that her clothes were completely wet.
She sweated so much, and it was so hard every time... Fortunately, it lasted only a few minutes, and her condition would only get better and better until the three-hour walk was completed.
In fact, she was already experiencing this feeling. She felt her hands and feet became light and nimble, and she stood up with a leap. When she clenched her fists, she felt a sense of control and power she had never felt before, and her brain was clearer than ever before.
The strength has increased to a certain extent, and the upper limit of physical strength has not been fully tested, but Xixus said that it has increased again...
In addition, the mind becomes more active, and the five senses and mental strength are improved.
The improvement in her physical fitness and strength was not obvious compared to that of ordinary people, at best it was just average. But the improvement in her inner consciousness was a bit exaggerated, and she couldn't help but have the illusion that she could "see everything and be omnipotent", and she had to keep reminding herself to stay calm.
The light and shadows became chaotic, and a slight feeling of dizziness came over her.
Reaching out to hold on to the wall, Hitzfeld opened his mouth and took a deep breath of air.
She knew that this was not because the effect of the drug was recurring. Rather, the divine blood was trying to transform her into a true God-Erosion—relying on divine power with a mortal body, like a fragile wooden carriage being dragged by a steel locomotive, speeding along the road of improving performance.
This consumes a lot of energy. The dizziness is caused by low blood sugar, and the deep breaths are also for taking in more oxygen in a short period of time. Her heart is already overloaded.
"Maps... find me some food and water."
"give it to me."
After sitting back against the wall, Darent brought a bowl of water and a slightly dry roasted spider leg.
Hitzfeld took the food and ate it all in two or three bites. After replenishing her energy, she finally recovered, so she looked up and wanted to say thank you to the wooden man.
But when she glanced over the railing to get the shadow, what she saw was not the lean face of Mapus-Dairent, but an extremely thin and deformed monster that looked no different from a creeper.
She froze, and stood up to look behind her, wondering if Darent had made it back to the cell in time.
"What are you looking at?" The creeper outside tilted its head. "There's nothing else outside except me - I'm keeping an eye on it for you. What are you worried about?"
Hitzfeld paused, slowly turned his head to stare at it, and asked tentatively: "Maps?"
"it's me."
Darent finally realized that something was wrong. He took two steps forward, only to find that the gray-haired girl was retreating rapidly.
"What's going on?" He frowned fiercely. "What did you see?"
"Incredible..."
Hitzfeld didn't answer him, she just shook her head, her eyes full of surprise and shock.
It directly tampers with people's five senses and cognition from the root, turning the people they live with day and night into monsters.
Aesthesia.
Only aesthesia could produce such an effect.
She found out that she was wrong, very wrong.
This is not just a simple curse or plague, but a wide range of cognitive tampering.
She had always considered the creepers a subspecies of humans, seeing them as degenerates, despising their ambitions and feeling deeply fearful of them.
But what if the creepers viewed humans in the same way?
She actually had the opportunity to notice it a long time ago.
Creepers love cleanliness.
They are civilized, can build houses, have a unique language and cultural heritage, all of which are no different from humans.
"The logic of this language is reversed."
Xia's description rang in my ears again.
"Don't worry about how weird it looks, that's how Worm language works."
"It doesn't make any sense... If I didn't know there were really a group of things talking with it, I would have thought it was a prank by some lunatic."
"But who could have thought? This is real!"
"How ridiculous..." She pinched her forehead and stood up shakily under Darent's astonished gaze.
"All cognitions are turned upside down... If you put yourself in their shoes, the alien tribe buried underground is actually the last utopia of mankind... In their eyes, the world above ground has long fallen, and a group of monsters have occupied it, developing a unique civilization that scares them..."
"Esun Hitzfell!" Darent shook the railing hard.
"What the hell are you talking about—don't be scary?"
"Aisun?"
Xia Yibing couldn't see what was happening over there, and was so anxious that she wished she could turn into a wooden frame and force her way out.
"Maps, stop shouting. Tell me what's going on over there!"
"……nothing."
Hitzfeld sat directly on the bed, grinning widely.
"I discovered Jodin's secret."
"No wonder he doesn't want others to join in..."
Imagine an old man who may be able to resist this cognitive tampering by relying on the power of a divine artifact.
But he may not always be able to do it.
At first he thought he was saving a group of lost compatriots, until his mind was gradually polluted and he began to lose track of whether he was protecting or suppressing them.
And he is not necessarily always a good person.
possible.
When Rola met him, he was already crazy.
Chapter 90: Restraining the Animal Nature
Time seems to have no meaning underground.
After gnawing on spider legs for several days in a row, Frick almost thought so.
Ever since he led his team to engage in a head-on attack on the Worm Knights a while ago, but was driven back by the endless swarm of insects summoned by the other side, he realized one thing: trying to fight the other side head-on here is seeking death.
The gap in numbers was so big that it was impossible for him to even imagine winning. He would feel embarrassed to even think about winning... and to create new fantasies based on the current situation.
For example, breakout.
Or fulfill his promise and rescue Hitzfeld and others.
Smail had advised him to give up more than once, because from the current situation, they couldn't even defend the city. The reason why the team could still keep more than 50 people hiding behind the stone pillars was not because they did a good job, but more because of the charity from the enemy - those alien monsters didn't seem to care what they were doing here. Every time a small group of troops was discovered, they were only driven away by them. They never tried to force them into a dead end.
