"What kind of choice is that?"
"Choose some people to change their beliefs and see if they can gain favor from the gods."
"..."
"..."
Carl's heart was completely transformed into a raging storm.
"boom!"
Just as he was in shock, the ground beneath his feet began to move as if alive, and a huge force lifted him into the air.
Looking around, Carl saw that the path centered on Feka-Jones and the rectangular tiles that stretched out from the dirt beside it. At the same time, the "mechanical sun wheel" worn by Feka-Jones also lit up, and countless precision parts automatically arranged and interlaced, emitting streams of high-temperature steam around the sun wheel, forming a golden fire ring around it.
"Crack!"
"Chucky!"
All the floor tiles were thrown into the ring of fire and melted instantly. The steel contained in them turned into boiling hot metal liquid that swam in the air, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a liquid metal dragon, pouncing towards him with its fangs and claws bared.
Faced with a fatal attack, Carl did not panic.
As the altitude increased, he also pulled out the Kellward Crusher hammer hidden in the bushes. After pressing the switch, the hammer began to spin wildly.
"Zizzizizi——"
"Chichi!"
The metal dragon and the hammer came into contact, and it was like an orange-gold chrysanthemum blooming in the dark night sky.
A large amount of golden liquid metal was swept away by the rotation. Carl's momentum reached its peak, and he pressed the handle with his left hand, pressing the hammer head to tear the metal dragon apart.
"boom!"
"Whoosh-"
The scattered molten metal spread all over the garden, making a hissing sound and accompanied by unpleasant white smoke.
The golden-rank Flint Knight stood up little by little with his warhammer in hand, raised his head, and looked at the opposite side with a complicated look.
"So you are determined to go against me, Xiaomila."
The figure trembled and uttered a cold voice.
"I should ask you this question, Your Excellency."
Karl's tone was also unusually cold.
"I think you may have forgotten that the royal family did not establish the Golden Rank just to target unscrupulous transcendents."
"The Flintstone Knight had another name in the past."
"Woo——" the war hammer swung.
"That's the Inquisition!"
Chapter 73 Awakening
At the same time, in the dream world, dream ruins.
Hitzfeld felt like a small boat that was sinking deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of fast-flowing water, but she tried in vain to stop it and bring it under her control.
I can’t sleep like this…I can’t sleep like this!
She seemed to be able to hear her own voice.
She wanted to control her left eye, find Casimir in the dream world, and use this power to recall his memory to see if she could find out what happened to him as a child.
But it is difficult.
The boat was completely out of her control. No matter how she drove it, how she thought, or how she persisted, the boat hardly moved at all. It was exactly the same feeling as when she fell into a dream before, being pulled deeper and deeper.
Is this... such a difficult thing...
A trace of sadness seemed to rise in my subconscious, an indescribable feeling of disappointment.
"The Devourer..."
Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness.
"Most of the power possessed by the Devourer comes from the true owner of the organs in the body..."
"Although there is a chance that a Devourer will be born who can truly master that power, in most cases, any Devourer who attempts to do so will only hasten their own death due to the loss of control of the power..."
'Because the human body is still too fragile, it will not end well if you rashly activate it before it has changed enough to withstand this power. And every Devourer has a short lifespan due to the artifact, so it is impossible for them to wait until that day comes...'
'So that's very strange.'
'Esun Hitzfeld. Don't you know that this action could lead to your death?'
I know.
'That……'
But this is not the first time I have faced death.
The remaining trace of consciousness answered firmly.
If I was afraid of death, I wouldn't have chosen to go to the cemetery after so many people sacrificed their lives for me... If I was afraid of death, I wouldn't have taken those cases.
'you……'
Do you think I expend so much energy just to make a living and keep myself alive?
You are wrong. The reason that supports me to do all this is that I know it is the right thing to do!
boom--
A ball of white light exploded in the darkness.
The platinum color, the incandescent color, and even the real temperature transmitted through it made Hitzfell's consciousness feel warm.
She seemed to have form again.
In the light, vaguely, she saw a fireball wrapped in golden flames.
It's moving.
In swimming.
During the process, its entity gradually became clear: it looked a bit like a small octopus, with a large head and a string of tentacles dragging behind it.
This is absolutely an amazing creature.
The surface of its body was covered with golden flames, but the flames seemed unable to burn it to death. It just made it tremble and twitch in pain.
It tried to swim, roll, tremble... trying all kinds of methods to extinguish the flame, but the flame was like a thorn in its flesh and it still existed no matter how it struggled.
It was as if the flame became its shadow.
It's like they exist as one.
Hitzfeld tried to get closer to the creature.
It wants to hide.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed one of its tentacles.
Then she saw the fire—
Endless golden flames spread along the tentacle and enveloped her entire body.
At that moment, her consciousness returned to full clarity.
In another moment, she woke up from the darkness and illusion.
"Is this... a library?"
There was a reddish-brown wooden floor, and on both sides of the body stood tall bookshelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling and yet there was no end in sight.
And the rows of fruits neatly arranged on the bookshelf told her that her plan had failed.
She failed to find Casimir, and was pulled into the City of the Dead again.
Immediately getting up from the ground, Hitzfeld looked around, trying to find Xia Yibing.
The result was equally disappointing... There was no one around, and it seemed that she was the only one here.
This could almost be said to be the worst possible scenario in the plan.
Hitzfeld's heart sank.
She stood up, found herself in the huge library, and looked up at the fruits.
A strange situation occurred.
Two images seemed to appear in her eyes.
The picture on the right is no different from normal observation.
However, the picture on the left changed... as if a layer of lens had been added, so that whenever she scanned a fruit, she would spontaneously understand the efficacy and origin of that fruit.
"The Truth About the Bearstone Riots", Level 6 clearance, contributed by Kate Brand.
"The Betrayer of Allwater", Level 7 clearance, contributed by Aoife.
"Destruction Caused by Greed", Level 7 Clearance, Contributor: Hailan Lavotte.
"It is always easier to destroy yourself than to transcend", level nine authority, contributor Ruul Khadgar.
As her eyes swept across, the information about each fruit kept passing through her heart.
Hitzfeld's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what he saw.
Is this the power of the left eye?
Theoretically, the left eye should have nothing to do with all this...
After all, her initial deduction was that... this eye either came from the Sun King or from an evil monster, but it was contaminated by the power of the Sun King and had to succumb to the status quo.
No matter which possibility it is, this eye should not have this function...
[Then why were you able to go back in time before?]
A voice sounded quietly in her heart.
"Who?"
Hitzfeld drew his pistol and turned around instantly, but he couldn't see anyone around.
[Go forward.]
[Go ahead, keep going.]
[You don’t need to be so surprised, because we have actually seen it before...]
Following the other party's instructions, Hitzfeld moved forward, his eyelids twitching, and he came to the center of the bookshelves again, where the "fruit tree of wisdom" was planted.
The pure white fruit trees are swaying gently at this moment.
It was like seeing someone close to her dancing in the wind. Just by watching, she could spontaneously feel the joy.
"It's you?"
Hitzfeld was a little bit unbelievable.
This tree is actually alive?
Oh - it seemed a bit disrespectful to say that. Because she had seen the Tree People, and even if we exclude the Tree People, plants and trees are alive - this didn't seem to be surprising.
But this situation...
This situation also...
[No need to get excited.]
The branches waved, writing a line of golden characters in the air.
[They pulled you in first, but they didn't know I left the power in my seed.]
[It’s not much, and it won’t change anything, but it’s enough to give you a little reminder.]
"You are...the god behind the tree of wisdom?"
Hitzfeld thought of a possibility and felt vaguely excited.
