She is real.
Inside and out.
"It's almost time to activate 'Energy Drain', Julia."
When he came to his senses, Hitzfeld saw a male god approaching and speaking the above words to him.
Energy release... does it mean controlling the red giant star to release excess energy?
No, it's not energy, it's radiation, right?
They can't absorb that much, even with Lana included. So the excess must be discharged regularly, otherwise it will only lead to self-destruction.
But the problem is, Hitzfeld doesn't know how to do it.
Fortunately, someone came to her rescue.
Another male deity came closer and shook his head: "Don't let her do it. Have you forgotten that she almost lost control and exploded before?"
"Indeed." The male god who spoke first nodded suddenly.
"When you sleep for a long time, your memory will always be fuzzy for a while."
"Then Julia will take a break this time, let's do it."
The two men were talking freely over there, but in Hitzfeld's eyes they were two deformed tumors, sticking to each other and entangled with their tentacles, stirring each other around.
This is disgusting.
She tried her best not to reveal any flaws, but still quietly moved a little further away from them.
The red giant quickly responded under the control of the two gods. Hitzfeld watched as the blades condensed into something similar to a "gun barrel" in front of him, spraying out a ball of something that seemed to be glowing with colorful light but was colorless and intangible.
Where should this radiation be excreted?
Her eyes followed the colorful light moving in the deep space. After about a few minutes, Hitzfeld suddenly felt a very special feeling coming from the end of that direction... as if something over there was awakened and looked in her direction.
At that moment, she was horrified.
She thought of the Gray Mist Temple.
The terrifying shadow printed on the temple wall that almost caught her.
Chapter 22 Two Possibilities (Two in One)
Time goes back to that fantasy journey. Hitzfeld, who was even more ignorant than he is now, accidentally entered the Gray Mist Temple with some intention, and found an open tome and a cross sword there.
She saw some tall pillars around the temple, and on the pillars she saw cold and thick chains. These chains, without exception, extended to the shadows and void in the corners of the temple. She could not see the scene there, and she did not know what was locked at the end of the chains.
She was so anxious that she didn't pay attention to the details. She just tested the sword and the book, and was surprised to find that the book had its own consciousness and could communicate with her.
She... learned a lot of the truth about reality with the help of the book, and also heard the name "Desire Aberration No. 2". She thought she was able to go back with the secret and save everyone, but at this moment, an accident happened.
A chain fell down silently, which meant that the thing at the end of the chain... was trying to get closer to her.
She completely ignored it... until she saw the thing on the wall stretching out a terrifying and long claw towards her - a claw that could be compared to a devil or a demon, and it seemed like it was just a little bit away from actually touching her.
Finally, it was the cross sword. It was the book spirit that prompted her to raise the sword and close her eyes. Hitzfeld guessed that it was the gem in the middle of the hilt that lit up again and shone brightly. It was that light that dispelled the gray fog and forcibly sent her back to reality.
The ignorant are fearless.
At that time, she knew much less, about evil gods, foreign gods, great ones... Even in the days that followed, even though she had more experience, she might at best think that she had almost had a semi-contact with an opponent like Ebu-Gesar.
But no.
She knew in her heart that it wasn't.
She never experienced that feeling of oppression, that fear of being targeted as a prey, that goose-bump-inducing feeling as if her hair was touched and brushed by claws...after that, she never experienced that again.
No matter how dangerous the situation was, she would not be frightened like that. The feeling was unique, so she could recall it immediately and deeply suspected that what the people of Misros were fighting against was the same thing that she had fought against once in the Gray Mist Temple.
Because only He saw her, she saw at best only a partial shadow of Him.
It was just a mass of writhing tentacles.
A tentacle wrapped around three claws.
From the side, there is a huge gaping mouth.
The devil's claws were quietly reaching out to her from three directions.
"……Um!"
Stimulated by this cold feeling, and feeling Xia Yibing's spirit, Hitzfeld guessed that there were changes in the outside world. He tried to wake up from the dream and immediately opened his eyes in reality.
Feeling a little dizzy may be a sign of excessive energy use.
At my current level, I can still overdose...
That's right, Misros is not a small place. I have been to too many places and recorded too many details. If I regard them as model data, then my brain is the computer processor that temporarily carries it, and the burden will be huge.
Closing his eyes again, Hitzfeld planned to rest for a while.
She was not in a hurry because the spiritual connection told her that the other person in the room had woken up.
Something heavy suddenly pushed down the mattress.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them.
The mattress shook violently a few times as the weight of the object increased, and the weight gradually moved above her body.
Xia Yibing was not a particular person. She didn't even take off her coat. She kicked off her boots and forced her way into her bed, hugging Hitzfeld, who was still in her pajamas, tightly.
"Which of us looks more mature..."
Hitzfeld opened his eyes helplessly.
"Of course it's me." Xia Yibing hugged her like she was holding her most beloved stuffed doll, and proudly announced to her, "It has to be me, it can only be me."
"Then I obey you."
"I see your butt is itchy."
He hugged her tightly with a hint of anger, and patted her buttocks gently. Xia Yibing first took a deep breath of the familiar hair fragrance, and then asked: "What is going on...?"
"I woke up suddenly... I tried many times before but couldn't get out... Yusilian said she had no way... Oh yes, she actually became my second heart."
Intermittently, the woman described all the information she had discovered in Misros' dream world, and then looked at the girl eagerly, hoping that she would have an answer.
"It's a dream," Hitzfeld confirmed. "It's also the past tense."
"The Mithros World - let's call it that for now. It is undoubtedly a world or civilization that has disappeared in history. It was coveted by those things just like Namiia. They were invaded and polluted... They also tried to resist, but at the moment, I am not optimistic about the outcome of this resistance."
"Why?" Xia Yibing was curious, "Did you see the scene of their demise?"
"No, I was in there for the same number of years as you, it's just that the perspective is different at best."
"Then how can you be sure that Misros's resistance has failed." Xia Yibing herself couldn't figure it out. She felt that if she made a judgment from the perspective of "If they had not failed, then this information would not have been brought to Namiia in another cosmic dimension by the gray fog", it seemed that the evidence was insufficient.
The dream about Misros is in the past tense, which does not conflict with "Misros still exists and is still resisting."
It is also possible that they just persisted for a long time, not to mention that they didn't know how long the intervals were.
Maybe only a few years, or even just a few hours?
"Because they will soon lose the sun." Hitzfeld's face darkened. "Our astronomy is developing relatively slowly. Just listen to what I say, and don't tell anyone else. Most of the deep space planes where life and civilization may exist will have the sun."
"The sun is a miracle to this cold void. Without the light and heat it provides, life would be hard to emerge naturally. The sun in Mithros is very, very old. It feels very unstable to me, as if it will explode or go out at any time. In addition, the method they use to extract this last energy source is very dangerous..." She paused here, "The time scale of the universe is different from what you think. Even if what happens in the dream is synchronized with our current time, by the time you actually get there, they may have been destroyed for hundreds of millions of years."
"Anyway, I don't think the outcome is good. The Mithros probably couldn't hold it back, and the whole world was swallowed up."
Xia Yibing thought about it and agreed with her inference.
But it is not entirely based on these inferences. Here she mentioned "Yondor" and "1739" in the file. Since Lannie said that there were no Yalai warriors with such data at that time, "Yondor" must not have joined the army yet. The story of "Yondor" must have happened in the "future tense", which seems to be something that only the more than 200 people who have come into contact with Fran Middle School can dream of.
The ending was not good, and it caused them such a huge mental trauma. Even though they did not remember what they dreamed about after waking up, they were still surrounded by great pain and loss and had to stay in the hospital to recuperate.
"Did you forget something...?"
The blood crystal crow flew to the lamp stand and looked at the two of them with a resentful look.
"Imaar, I am at least the ancestor of your family, and you treat me like this? Do you still have manners? Can you learn more from your wife?"
How can the instructor be like this... Nonsense!
Hitzfeld's face turned slightly red, and she immediately struggled to get out of the woman's arms. But Xia Yibing held her very tightly, and she couldn't get out no matter how hard she twisted.
Xia Yibing ignored her for the time being, turned around and laughed at Crow: "Sure enough, you came out... Do you have your own brain now? You even use Aisuen to suppress me, yeah, that's a big improvement."
Crow was furious and started a heated debate with her. It contained a lot of obscene words, and Hitzfeld was held in the woman's arms and had no choice but to listen. He could only sigh helplessly and close his eyes.
The argument quickly died down with the arrival of the cart.
It's Daryl.
Seeing that they were awake, she thought they might be hungry, so she tried to ask someone for three meals on her own initiative - the extra one was for Xia Yibing and Blood Crystal Crow to eat together.
“You have done a great job, Lord!”
Xia Yibing found that she liked Daryl more and more.
Being obedient and capable was fine. The most important thing was that she was a robot, so she didn't need to worry about taboos. And she never asked why when she was given a task, which was much better than Yusirion.
She had consumed a lot of energy, which made her hungry and wanted to eat.
She didn't go to eat because she cared more about Hitzfeld.
After tearing down various chicken legs and lamb chops, Xia Yibing's abdominal cramps were initially relieved. Turning around, she saw that the girl didn't eat much.
"Aisun?"
She glanced at the Blood Crystal Crow and found that the silly bird was seriously struggling with a tough lamb chop, then returned her gaze to the girl's face: "Aren't you hungry?"
"I'll just have some porridge." Hitzfeld was a little absent-minded. She was indeed hungry, but what she was thinking about made her have no appetite at the moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xia Yibing felt that she was ready to be a listener.
Isn't this a matter of course?
There should be nothing that cannot be discussed between them.
"I said I suspected that Mithros had been destroyed, and I don't know if there is another piece of evidence that counts as evidence." Hitzfeld said in a low voice, "That is, once... in the case of the death ticket, I used the Book of Howling to enter that place again. I think I told you about this."
"Yes, I know." Xia Yibing recalled, "It was a gray fog temple."
The Blood Crystal Crow was tearing off a piece of meat and was about to swallow it, but was stunned when he heard this. He turned his head and looked over here with the piece of meat dangling.
What she heard next made her eyes pop out.
What? The blonde with her back to the main view?
That must be Harwin!
What? A crossed sword leaning against a table? Or one with a gem in the middle of the hilt?
"That's the 'Sword of the Sun King'!" She interrupted them with a trembling voice, "Use the roots of the mother tree and all the superimposed Namiyari worlds to reforge the 'Sword of the Lionheart King', and this is what you will eventually get! The 'Sword of the Sun King'!"
"Recast?" Xia Yibing frowned, "Why? Can a sword like that break again?"
"Increase power, do you understand?" Crow spat out the meat. "The power of the Lionheart Sword is limited to the local area, that is, within the Namiia universe, it is only useful!"
"Once you're outside, the rules of the universe may be different. Why would others recognize your power? Of course you have to recast it, otherwise it's just a sword, nothing special compared to other swords."
"How rare is the 'Sword of the Sun King'?" asked Hitzfeld.
"Good question." Blood Crystal Crow wiped his mouth elegantly on the bed sheet, "I don't know."
"tutor……"
"Don't blame me. I think my main body deliberately erased this information when the blood was divided." Crow said confidently, "How could such important information be easily known to others? Even if it was you - oh no, you could know it, but unfortunately I don't know it either, so I can only say sorry."
"..."
"..."
The two people on the bed fell into silence.
In addition to Xia Yibing who wanted to beat her, Hitzfeld also began to suspect that the Blood Crystal Crow had come into contact with a wooden man named Mapus-Dalent while she was sleeping, and was infected with some bad habits.
Then the so-called "Sword of the Sun King" should be put to rest.
The girl expressed her concerns: "I suspect... the evil god that Mithros fought against during that period of history, the 'Mother of the Void', was the one I encountered in the Gray Mist Temple at that time."
“Is it Him?” The Blood Crystal Crow paused again, “Is it Him? Wait…if it’s Him…”
