"Are you not sick?" Li Ang walked up to her and wanted to touch her head.
He really didn't understand what she meant.
The pursuers.
The master behind those mechanical centaurs...the "Doctor Robot".
Isn't he here to hunt down Aman?
How did it suddenly become her? Was there something wrong?
He felt like someone who had to go to the bathroom in the middle of a play and when he came back found that the plot twists were completely incomprehensible.
And most importantly, he didn’t go to the toilet either…
"It was like this before, but that was because Hitzfeld hadn't been involved yet..."
The girl dodged him and tried to explain.
"But it's different now. Everything is different when I'm involved in the case."
"You can try it. If he has to choose between the two, he will definitely choose me."
"Hitzfeld." Barriu's face turned ugly. "You are not talking about... the secret of your Hitzfeld Manor..."
"Ok?"
Li Ang was stunned at first, then his brows furrowed.
The name Hitzfeld held a secret, and he knew it.
Although no valuable information has been found so far, we only know how special Hitzfell Manor is and that it is likely to be a special secret realm of the Lord God, but let’s talk about the person Aisuen Hitzfell.
She is a God Devourer. There have been many God Devourers in history, this is true.
But not everyone can bear it... and she has to bear the blood of the Sun King and the flesh of the evil god at the same time. This alone is enough to show that she is special.
Shadow Lion and Sarah have never given up investigating this mysterious family. Repeated setbacks and the girl's outstanding performance have made many people almost forget her origins, but this does not mean that this problem no longer exists.
Did she discover it herself?
There are things that she can understand that I can't understand...
The Necronomicon? ...The Necronomicon Fragments?
Before Li Ang could realize what was happening, the white light from the left window was disappearing rapidly.
With a loud "bang", the ceiling on the top of the car broke open, and the glass on both sides shattered instantly. The iron sheet wrapped around the car wall wrinkled and compressed little by little, and the whole car groaned in pain under the heavy pressure.
It's that damn thing!
Leon got up from the ground and looked out the window. Through the empty window frame, he saw that the moving mechanical fortress had extended nearly one-third, forcibly exerting its weight over him!
Now the two sections of rails jointly bear the weight of the "kingdom". The cables and metal parts wrap around the Resin Line 4 as if they have life, and swallow it up in a short while, leaving only the lonely castle to continue running.
……
In the darkness, Hitzfeld was awakened by the pain in his head.
Her body was very cold, in a worse state than the last time she woke up from sleep. Apart from the pain in her head, she had almost lost consciousness throughout her body.
For a moment, she thought she was dead.
It was not until something soft and wet came over and rubbed against her face, and she felt the furry touch and temperature, that she moaned, turned over, and pressed the inside of her palms against the ground.
The ground was also cold, as cold as marble on a winter night. She pushed herself up as quickly as possible to avoid contact with it, raised her hips slightly, and sat down using the hem of her skirt as a cushion.
She was so tired that she had to sit here and rest for a while.
After resting for more than ten seconds, she raised her head, changed her posture to a half-kneeling position, and reached out to take the Shelby dog that came over into her arms.
It was still pitch black as far as she could see, but she could confirm that she was no longer in the same place.
The Reising Line 4 was indeed created at great expense by the Reising Company. Both the front styling and the interior furnishings are basically the best at the moment.
But they can't afford to put marble everywhere in the car... or steel floors like this.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly a beam of light came on.
Hitzfeld frowned and barely raised his hand to block his right side.
"As you can see."
A deep, metallic male voice came from all around.
"In the beginning there was no sunlight and no hope. The universe was originally a chaos, until a brilliant bloom...then there was light."
It's Doctor Mechanic...
Hitzfeld had heard this sound many times in her dreams. She bit her lower lip, feeling both nervous and expectant.
She deduced from multiple flashbacks and nightmares that Dr. Robotnik was the Corpse Stitcher, and believed that he was very likely involved with the Hitzfeld family. Based on this, she made a bold prediction: if she let Aman and the others stay in the carriage and disconnect, the enemy would still come after her.
Because they actually come from the same place.
Because he always wanted to go back.
But it was obvious that the other party moved too quickly. Just as she had this thought, the entire car - including the following carriages - was swallowed up by that thing.
She didn't even know what had become of the original carriage, let alone the fate of her companions and the Charles family, who should have nothing to do with it.
I can only hope that he is not interested in anyone else besides me.
"Snapped!"
Another light.
This time the light source was stronger and brighter, like a real sun rising from the darkness.
Hitzfeld tried her best to adapt before opening her eyes. She half-squinted and looked around, and found that some long prisms had risen there at some point, with all kinds of cables and mechanical gears emitting white smoke and hanging on them, forming a miniature version of... an extremely exquisite city model!
"The disaster of Namibia has been eradicated, and the world is reborn."
She heard the enemy's explanation again.
"Everyone is cheering for their king, but they don't know that the supreme god is essentially the same as the thing that invaded them and tried to pollute them, and can also be called an 'outer god'."
This time Hitzfeld saw clearly that the source of the strong light was a searchlight.
There was a figure under the light, tall and thin, and seemed to be wearing a windbreaker or a cloak.
"Evil discovered this place because of the dazzling light, and they also want to get a piece of the pie."
The lights dimmed, and the outline of the ancient city began to be shrouded in a hazy shadow.
"So the goddess took up her sword and set out on another expedition."
Another graceful figure was projected on the wall. She wore a crown on her head and held a sword across her knees, sitting high on the throne of heaven.
"Her divine light is so bright that she will always win in battle. Nothing in the light can stand up to her sword!"
Light began to shine from behind the throne, and all the shadows receded and disappeared under the light.
This is simply... a puppet show performed with steam gears?
Hitzfeld saw that the other party wanted to explain history.
She didn't interrupt, but comforted Lily and told her not to get too excited. She stood up from her kneeling position and watched everything in front of her quietly.
"Even among all the conceptual gods, her power is outstanding."
The storyteller expressed admiration, but at the same time he also sighed: "But she is not without weaknesses..."
“The positive side of light is eternal life and victory, but light also has a shadow.”
"That is her origin... the secret of her becoming a god..."
The figure waved his hand, like a conductor at a concert. The next moment, the sky was dotted with stars, clusters of gears were changing in the distance, and some more regular prisms were rising, with dim lights dotted on the surface, looking like skyscrapers and high-rise buildings.
This was a completely different architectural style from that of the Changxia World and the Namiyya World. Hitzfeld recognized it as Earth at a glance.
He said the goddess was an "outer god".
The earth is also projected here.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
So that "Memoir" is not nonsense, the goddess may really be from the same origin as me...
"The two worlds originally had no connection at all."
The figure slightly increased the volume.
"But because she achieved greatness, that tiny passage that once existed in time became 'reality'."
“They started connecting because of her.”
"Because this place is being infected by evil, those things also fled through the passage."
“They began to taint her roots.”
Is this...is this a secret that I can know?
Hitzfeld was stunned for a while.
She suddenly had an "immature idea".
If what the other party said was true, then the reason why the Sun King and the Mechanical Sun Goddess left Namiia might not just be to hunt down and drive away those evil gods and foreign gods.
But those things couldn't beat her seriously, so they started to use tricks against her only weakness. She left mainly to rediscover her roots - she wanted to find the Earth again in the vast universe!
"Why didn't she go through the 'passage'?"
For the first time, Hitzfeld found his voice here.
"Because that is the proof of her becoming a god."
The figure gives the answer above.
"She came from there, transformed from the mundane to the extraordinary. If she goes back there, she will become mortal again, or even return to being an embryo, decompose into atoms, and cease to exist."
"Those things don't have such restrictions?"
"Yes, but they don't need to come in person." The figure sneered, "Don't you have a good understanding of this? ... You know, they only need to exert a little influence, and there are many people willing to work for them."
"You know I looked at your memory..."
"Of course, they are Ebu Gesar's eyes after all, and you have touched my flames. It is normal for you to trace back my spirit and see something."
The figure slowly walked under the light, revealing a body in a windbreaker and a face with interlaced gears under a black hat.
"I thought that even if it was revenge, I had to make you understand. No matter whether I could extract what I wanted from you or not, the more painful it was, the more I would do it."
This is a lunatic!
Unable to help but clench his knuckles, Hitzfeld asked him as calmly as possible: "Do you have a grudge against 'Hitzfeld'?"
“Not originally.”
"Then why?" She asked coldly, "There wasn't one originally... Does that mean you had a good relationship with them before? You were friends with them? Companions?"
"…but you feel like they betrayed you?"
Dr. Mechanical didn't say anything, and just stood there, on the iron bridge corridor that was similar to the platform used by the crew...just staring at her.
"I've heard a lot about you." He suddenly said, "I think with your intelligence, you would not fail to think that she would definitely not allow those things to contaminate her."
"Before she finds out about her past and solves the problem once and for all, she will try to find other ways to make amends."
"The solution is——"
He paused.
"Choose a group of people and place them there. Although they will be washed clean of their mystery and become ordinary people due to the characteristics of the 'channel', they carry her 'knowledge' with them. They can completely rely on the knowledge to choose a successor, an agent there to help them deal with the problem - and that person is me!!!"
His voice grew stronger.
Under the girl's gaze, he suddenly walked around shaking like an epileptic patient, talking incessantly: "Strong oaths... firm promises... I believed Laurel Vera Hitzfeld's words that she loved me more than anything in the world, but reality proved that she lied to me. She was unwilling to believe me even once in the face of that conspiracy, and did so without giving me any notice."
"Yes... yes... Hitzfeld succeeded. They successfully used the God's Coffin to reverse the cause and effect of reality. At the cost of sacrificing everyone, they sealed the broken evil eye in the purest flesh and blood..."
"Success and failure... life and death... evil and the divine... illusion and reality!"
“But I was implicated too!!!”
He held onto the railing and roared at the people below.
