She was very sure that she had never practiced those moves. If the sword skills she practiced on a daily basis were only used to fight with others, then the sword skills taught to her by the Fire Knife seemed to be born for the battlefield.
The movements were bigger, the opening and closing were wider. She couldn't help but have the illusion that the sword she practiced on a daily basis was a bit too feminine compared to this set of sword techniques, and her strength could only be fully released through these new chopping movements.
But it is not without shortcomings. The most obvious shortcoming is that her big movements lead to many flaws... Well, but she made up for it in her own way.
While she wielded the fire knife with her left hand, her right hand could still control Changxia.
The two swords complemented each other, and the offense and defense were constantly reversed. If she could get used to this way of fighting, her close combat ability would definitely rise by more than one level.
Everything was caused by this knife. Picking it up was like picking up a deeply buried memory. It was subconscious and instinctive, as if she already knew these things, as if she already knew the Bologna language on the door.
Even as fluent as a native speaker.
This is certainly a good thing...but will pie really fall from the sky?
They all say that I am a Latadian. The history of the Latadian people can be traced back to the remote archipelago on the easternmost side of the Icarolin continent, which should have nothing to do with the "West".
Xia Yibing was a little hesitant. Although the feeling of blood connection when she held the knife was not fake, the better the situation became, the more she felt that the knife was evil.
After all, it is something that can retain "memories", so is it also a living thing?
But why would something left behind by the Borunians resonate with the Latadians, even if it was a sacred artifact?
She hesitated whether to give up this gift.
"Xia!" Hitzfeld exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" The woman calmed down and moved closer, temporarily putting the matter of the knife aside.
"Did you notice? These characters are different!"
Hitzfeld looked a little excited.
Originally I just wanted to see what was engraved on the gate, but I didn't expect to make an unexpected discovery. It was really worth a surprise.
Different characters?
She means... the characters on the door are different from those on the tombstone.
As soon as the thought came to her mind, Xia Yibing directly called up the retrospective projection of the inscription in her mind. Comparing it with the characters with similar shapes, she could indeed see that the styles were different.
"Of course, I still need to deepen my understanding of this language...but I am more than 60% sure that they were carved by two different people."
Sixty percent?
The woman narrowed her eyes.
She thinks it should be 100%.
She didn't understand it, but it happened... Her progress in understanding Bologna surpassed Hitzfeld's.
The girl's uncertain speculation can be identified at a glance.
Then both fell silent.
One thing is certain... that is, the person who carved the words on the group of tablets inside the gate should be the Dragon God Kyle.
That was his own tone.
When it comes to the crimes he committed and his deformed feelings for Queen Severi, it is unlikely that he would tell these things to others and let that person help him remember them.
Then the question arises - the inscription inside was written by Kyle, but who wrote the words on the outer gate?
They all knew what kind of man Kyle was. He would allow the Fourteen Shields Family to help him build this luxurious tomb, but he would never allow these people to impersonate him.
Now look at the words on the door.
[The sins of the Dragon Nation are buried here.]
[No one who is not my descendant may enter this gate.]
Can this sin be understood as Kyle's sin?
Isn't that "self-deprecation" but "criticism" from top to bottom?
The engraver has a higher status than Kyle?
Then what exactly does the “bloodline” he/she mentioned in the second sentence mean…
"Don't you understand?"
A deep male voice suddenly sounded in the corridor.
"You can imagine that era...the era when the Kingdom of God still stood."
"The child of the Dragon Queen committed such a great sin that he even brought true divine punishment. Do you think the Divine Kingdom would allow him to privately build such an exaggerated tomb... an underground kingdom that could allow his descendants to rise up at any time and even try to seek revenge?"
"Who?"
Xia Yibing quickly pulled Hitzfeld into her arms, tightly grasped the fire knife in her left hand, and looked around vigilantly.
"There shouldn't be anyone here..."
Hitzfeld frowned.
She had always figured that only Russell had the key.
Russell's key opens the front door, and his own blood opens the fourth-floor door.
But now it seems that I was thinking in the wrong direction.
Do you know that you have been deceived from the very beginning...
Mr. Russell...
As the two watched, the ceiling, walls, and floor of the fourth-floor corridor began to wriggle, and bulges resembling blood vessels appeared on the surface.
A ball of soft meat paste fell down from the upper wind little by little.
At first it looked like a huge drop of water, and then suddenly, the surface tightened to form the outline of a human face.
Hitzfeld knew the metaphor was disgusting, but she just thought it was like putting on clothes.
It was as if an invisible and intangible thing was swimming in along the wall, and the wall pulled out a layer of skin, and it just fell from there, stretching its limbs to put it on.
After a while, a tall middle-aged man, almost two meters tall, appeared in front of them.
He had a square face, and his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Kyle in the projection. He had a circle of neatly shaped beard on his lips, which looked carefully trimmed.
He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt and a bow tie inside, a tuxedo outside, leather shoes on his feet, and an ebony cane.
He looks normal, even his expression is very gentle.
But the more they thought about this, the more dangerous and disgusting they felt this person was.
Especially those costumes and props that imitate humans.
They saw with their own eyes that these were all transformed from flesh and blood.
Chapter 124 Bokan's Story
"'Bokan'?" Xia Yibing raised her voice and called the other party's name tentatively.
"Bokan." The man nodded. "It seems that Russell has already told you about my existence."
"Are you..."
"How did I hide myself? This problem is indeed difficult to solve in Sara, but this is Talignan. People's energy has long been exhausted by the endless evil invasions and gang fights. As long as I can find a place where I am not easily disturbed, no one will come to investigate me."
"Hot Springs University." Hitzfeld suddenly said, "You went to Hot Springs University... Are you a professor there?"
The latter sentence was full of surprise. It was hard for her to imagine that the professor who taught the children regularly every week was actually transformed from a monster.
"You can tell from my outfit... and my temperament?"
Bokan's eyes lit up behind his lenses. Instead of being angry that Hitzfeld had revealed his secret, he looked very honored.
"It must be my temperament, right? As expected... long periods of reading and immersing oneself in knowledge are rewarding. I have always believed that only knowledge will not let you down. Everything in this world is unreliable, but only knowledge... knowledge is yours, and it is yours."
He began to pace the corridors like a man who was both epileptic and insane, brandishing his ebony cane as a rebuke to the waste of time.
"God knows how many years I have studied and how much human knowledge I have mastered... Over the years, I have met many children with extraordinary talents. They are all better than me, with strong comprehension and memory... better than me... much better."
"But what I can't tolerate is that most of them have no interest in pure learning. They are either busy talking about love or studying practical subjects, such as improving the city's sewage pipes to eliminate Gastrodia elata and hemorrhagic fever..."
"Of course, I can understand them, because they will die after all... They are not like me, who can have eternal life, so I don't care about whether it is practical or not... I am willing to learn any knowledge that I can touch."
"..." Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other.
The situation was not what they thought.
I had thought that the final mastermind of the conspiracy would be a man with deep scheming, a typical villain. But I didn't expect the result to be like this.
"What do you want?" Hitzfeld asked him.
She couldn't help it - she didn't understand, if what this guy said was just "knowledge", then why did he make such a series of conspiracies? Why did he have to join forces with Russell to promote himself as a princess, and even want to eat her up and take control of the Dragon Kingdom?
"I thought you could tell, Hitzfeld." Bokan stopped pacing and stared at the girl with a creepy look that was similar to looking at a close friend and a plate of dessert.
"you know me?"
"Anyone who studies evil spirits must know you. You solved the mystery of the Crystal Sea... that eternal mystery. I never thought the truth would be like this."
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
Did the files of the Crystal Sea actually reach Talignan?
Is it the information exchange between countries, or is it what Russell told him?
"Come to think of it, Braceworm and I are a bit similar." Bokan raised his eyebrows, "It's a meat monster... so was I at the beginning. It's confused... so was I at the beginning!"
"It's just that I'm luckier... Although I'm a newly born species in a new era like it, there's a code in my essence and my genes... Do you understand what I mean by 'evolutionary chain'? Yes, it means a root inheritance."
"Just like a flying bird." He stretched out his hand to simulate the flight of bird wings, and spoke in a tone that sounded like he was lecturing students. "Is a flying bird a new species? It looks like it, but it has an evolutionary chain. It evolved little by little from another creature to what it is today."
"Just like the ancestors of flying birds are dinosaurs, if you compare a bird with a dinosaur, they are definitely different species. And the same is true for me! Do you understand? This is the evolutionary chain, and this is the relationship between me and my ancestors."
"..." Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other again.
They were not sure what Bokan meant by these words, whether he was trying to excuse his identity.
"I'm just trying to excuse my identity." Bokan saw their concerns, but what was more surprising to them was that he admitted it directly.
"Or maybe it can't be said to be an excuse - does saying birds are different from dinosaurs count as an excuse for birds? I don't think so... This is the fact. No matter how many crimes the dinosaurs of the dinosaur age committed, they are irrelevant to modern flying birds."
"Perhaps," Hitzfeld said. "But, Professor, if that bird continues to hunt as aggressively as the dinosaurs did in modern times, that's another matter..."
Bokan's theory can only excuse the crimes of the previous era, that is, his prototype comes from an ancient virus buried deep underground, and he can only distance himself from the crimes committed by the ancient virus.
But that's not what they're talking about now.
It is he who, as a bird, is still hunting, still eating people.
Hitzfeld suddenly became curious—of course she could see that Bokan was trying hard to imitate and learn how to be a person. He was really trying! He was trying hard to get rid of those barbaric habits…
But he is still brooding over the ancient virus, which is the sin committed by his ancestors. Even today when the kingdom of God no longer exists, he still feels afraid and terrified about it. He tries to excuse this sin and distance himself from his ancestors in just a few words.
She was curious about what the ancient virus had done to make him so fearful.
"Yeah... another thing..." Bokan nodded.
He paused and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know what it feels like to survive in the magma of the earth's crust?"
Neither of them spoke.
"You definitely don't know." Bokan didn't intend to listen to their serious answers and continued to chatter on his own: "Yeah, who can imagine... magma... crust... thousands or tens of thousands of degrees of high temperature, in order to survive, how we abandoned everything and just struggled to survive."
"I can feel my memory becoming confused." He raised his head and closed his eyes. "I was burned so hard that I couldn't think of anything... The high temperature... The high temperature... It was enough to stop my thoughts... It wasn't until a pair of hands moved me that I became conscious for the first time."
"Then there was Kyle." He opened his eyes again. "Kyle dug me up and experimented on me...Thank God I once had a fixed form. I wandered the land like a newborn baby inspecting its home."
"Why am I saying this? Because you guys keep thinking I'm repeating the behavior of 'dinosaurs'."
"But it's not like that. It's not like that."
He emphasized it several times.
"Kyle is like my father. You must find it hard to understand this feeling... He was the one who educated me during the process of my thoughts forming... Although that may not be his original intention, it was his words and deeds... I learned almost everything from him and inherited everything from him... I think his idea of revenge on the goddess is stupid. At that time, I thought - since he has the ability to raise me, why not increase the stakes on me and try to completely destroy the entire kingdom of God?"
"Later I found out that he was afraid. He was afraid of my power and that doing this would deviate from his original intention."
“This is meaningless mercy.”
He said word by word.
"He has too little courage and tolerance, and he may not be qualified to inherit that power. I watched him being punished by God the whole time. I told him that I could help him, but he didn't reply."
