Anyway, it seems that nothing happened to the detective lady.
She was still standing there, wasn't she? No arms or legs missing... she just looked a little shaken.
So it would be best to wait for her to finish her investigation. After all, she was the one who discovered the abnormality here. As a detective, it is only natural for her to tell the client the information she found out, right?
"Huh...Huh..." Hitzfeld was also breathing heavily.
Having just emerged from that apocalyptic spectacle - even if it was just a return to the era in which Dismatic and the other person lived, she felt a sense of relief at having been reborn. Her eyes were dry and she felt like crying uncontrollably.
This has nothing to do with fragility; it is simply an instinctive reaction to mental and physical stimulation, just like a hard hit on the nose will cause tears to be secreted; this is something that cannot be controlled by the will.
She still remembered that someone was watching, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Ashley and outsiders, so she pretended to change the angle casually, turned her back to everyone, wiped her face, and suppressed the stimulation by massaging her facial muscles.
After calming down, she heard the two "old antiques" chatting in front.
"...You said the 'Age of Disaster'. Is the legend of the Age of Disaster true?"
"I didn't believe it before. Now even if I say it's fake, will you believe it?"
"No." Hai Lian shook her head, "Because I have seen that scene."
She suddenly stopped hating Dismatic. Although it was abominable that he had captured her and threatened her to lead him,... compared to that doomsday, all this seemed insignificant.
Compared to earthquakes, lava, fire tornadoes, and tsunamis, the face in front of her was so cute. She had never felt so happy and reassuring to see a stranger's face in the wilderness.
"Do you feel it?" Dismatic smiled at her. "Compared to what happened in the long river of history, compared to the most shocking disasters, how insignificant are individuals."
“Don’t talk to me about this!” Hai Lian scolded with a smile, leaning closer to him and asking him with a sense of mystery: “So… there really are gods in this world.”
"Yes." The man nodded, "Not only that, but there should be more than one."
"Why?" Hai Lian was stunned. Even if the doomsday projection she saw was real, it was just a flaming sword across the sky. They didn't even know who was holding the sword, so how could they estimate the number?
"Are you stupid?" Dismatic began to scold her again, "Think about it, if there is only one god, why would she destroy the world for fun?"
"Oh!" The girl finally realized, "You mean, the Age of Disaster is because... because they fought!"
“A crude description, but essentially correct.”
The man stood up, straightened his hat, and said with emotion: "This is much more magnificent than I thought... I really want to go back to that era to see the myth descending on earth."
"I don't want to." Hai Lian shrank her neck and said with emotion: "You are really not afraid of death."
"Otherwise, how can you say you are a backward and unruly person?" Dismatic said contemptuously, "In this era, I have skills but cannot become extraordinary. If I could go back to the mythological era, maybe I would be one more person in the fight in the sky."
"How shameless!"
"The fanatics and the police will burn you to death if they hear this!"
The two began to quarrel, and what they said was heard by others at the same time, but they were incomprehensible.
This is inevitable. They have not experienced the doomsday projection and have no idea what they are saying means.
Hitzfeld felt that the two of them were talking too much nonsense, but just as she was thinking this, Hailian suddenly said, "So that sword...it only cut through the Twin God Peaks?"
Yes, she remembered it very clearly. The Twin Gods Peaks were not separated at the beginning of the projection. There used to be a towering mountain many times larger than the current one, but it was almost completely wiped out in the disaster that destroyed everything.
It was torn and split, with most of it falling into the magma and sinking little by little with heat, forming a canyon below, with the remaining two "insignificant" parts guarding on both sides - which are the two peaks today.
And this is not even the direct result of the sword. The sword should have exploded farther away, in the southeast, and might not even be on land... This is just its aftermath, caused by a scattered flame.
Thinking of this, Hai Lian couldn't help but feel fear: If the aftermath is like this, wouldn't a direct sword strike really be able to cut the world in half?
That's why she asked this question, because Dismatic mentioned before that time might be divided.
But after asking, she regretted it, because how could time be divided?
Mountains can be split, the earth can be split, even the oceans and clouds can be split.
They are tangible, of course.
But time is invisible, how can we divide time?
In response, Dismatic replied:
"If time has not been cut, how did the things you and I just saw come about?"
"This..." Hai Lian couldn't answer.
"This ridge." Dismatic pointed downward. "You don't think it was born to do this, do you?"
"The scene seen by the sun has been transmitted and delayed for thousands of years and projected here, and is reflected by the snow here to form a scene... If it weren't for the fact that it was cut by that flame, how could it have such an effect?"
“…Time has been fragmented here!”
He emphasized every word to Hai Lian, and at the same time paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself as he walked.
"Of course time has no form, but the sea of time does!"
"It's a phenomenon, a supernatural phenomenon left over from mythological times."
"So it's not time that is cut, but the sea of time that is cut."
"I have a question……"
Hailian whispered.
"You said."
"If it was just the sea of time that was cut, why would it be reflected in reality?"
"What do you mean by feedback reality?" The man was stunned.
"Didn't you say that yourself?" Hai Lian was also stunned. "You said earlier that our current history looks very strange, because in theory Seran should not have the idea of opposing mythology..."
"It's 'thought'!" Dismatic was disappointed, "What an illiterate man!"
But after he finished speaking, he was stunned again and said to himself: "It seems to be true."
"Yeah... why?"
"Everything reflected here can only reflect the changes in that period of history. It should not have such a far-reaching impact..."
"unless……"
His expression gradually became uglier.
"Unless what?"
"What I'm about to say is not only terrible for you but also for me."
Dismatic coughed, "Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Listen!"
"Well then." He spread his hands. "I guess our world is fake."
"..."
"..."
The two stared at each other for a while.
"I didn't understand." Helian was honest.
"That is to say, our world, the era we both live in, may be part of the ocean of time, or at least a tributary affected by it."
Dismatic exhaled.
“Perhaps it will be incorporated into the mainstream in the future and become a piece of chaotic history in the mainstream time and space.”
"It's also possible that it will go further and further in the river of time until it completely loses its way."
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Four updates of ten thousand words!
Belated Lantern Festival wishes ~ Happy holidays to everyone ~!
Chapter 78: Night Warning
After hearing Dismatic's analysis, Hitzfeld immediately glanced at the positions of the others.
With just one glance, she keenly noticed that there was snow falling behind the rock - a little further back, as if something had been pressing on it and was scared away when she turned her head.
She kept her eyes there for a while and didn't dwell on it too much.
Because now there is something more important to think about, that is, "the confused history that Dismatic talked about", and whether this description also includes the modern times in which she lives.
However, this is not a particularly troublesome problem because the difference is still very obvious.
Dismatic judged that the history he lived in was "wrong", and his reason was that "according to the development trend of past history, anti-mythology should not have emerged in Dismatic's era."
This is indeed wrong and unreasonable.
Based on this basis, Hitzfeld compared his own history and determined that it was "reasonable" - because it did not give rise to that kind of counter-reflection trend, and Saint Fili had to use the name of the goddess to save those rigid believers.
This is the difference between "unreasonable" and "reasonable", which is very obvious and easy to judge.
So according to this theory, the history of Hitzfeld is the official history, the mainstream of the long river of history. The history of Dismatic is a tributary, which was cut off by the fire sword that opened the Age of Disaster.
However, the reality was not as pessimistic as he said, with no signs of going further and further away and losing direction - because the book "Travels in the South China Sea" and its annotations have been passed down, which shows that not long after the tributary was cut off, it merged back into the mainstream.
This has resulted in a phenomenon: within the same period of time as the chaotic history, the part that overlaps with mainstream history will contain many contradictory thoughts and events.
This is also what Raymond Portman mentioned before, that there is a lot of debate even within the Order about this point... they don't understand why there is a history that contradicts itself at the same time.
"I will find a way to bring back everything that happened here..." Dismat pulled his hat tight, "As for you, Miss Helian, you are free."
"What if I plan to go with you as a free citizen?" The clever girl narrowed her eyes at him.
"Oh, you're welcome. As it happens, traveling alone is pretty boring..."
The blue light projection gradually shattered. After telling a lost secret history, the two historical figures seemed to have finally completed a mission and disappeared with their exit words.
At this point, the projection of the sea of time ends.
There were no more blue light particles, no more projections. The sunlight faded back into the night, and the pitch-black sky suddenly pressed down, like a dark cloud as big as the sky covering everyone's hearts.
"...Ms. Hitzfeld." Knight Raymond stepped forward, "We didn't bother you just now... But, can you tell me what you found?"
"If I say that I have seen the truth about the Age of Disaster, would you believe it?" Hitzfeld said.
This was not a question. Without waiting for Chevalier Raymond to answer, she described in brief language what she had seen and heard.
It does not involve her own secrets, and there is no need to hide anything.
"You said you saw God? God split the earth with flames thousands of kilometers long?" Raymond was confused after hearing this. This was indeed a bit beyond the scope for him. At the very least, he couldn't understand what "vacuum state" meant.
Behind the rock, Darent reached out to poke Ethan's waist, but was punched in the face by the latter as soon as he poked. He held his nose and dared not make a sound.
"In other words, this is a phenomenon called 'Sea of Time'?" Raymond could only describe what happened tonight in a language that he could understand. "We... this mountain under our feet... Shuangshen Peak... it was actually a larger mountain range..."
"And because it was split open by the god who created the Age of Disaster, the inward ridge surface, that is, the cut surface, possesses some kind of mysterious power that can project things from the past." Hitzfeld nodded and added.
"Finally... the snow on the ridge was also affected by this mysterious force. The snow melted and flowed down the mountain, giving the pools of water a similar mysterious effect. I think this is the truth behind the pool incident."
Ali and Ashley listened with their mouths open. This story was too bizarre for them.
But they couldn't refute that it was nonsense... They had seen the giant's projection, and there was indeed a "Sea of Time", and the name was quite appropriate.
"But this means we have to go back to mythology." Ali lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Mythology... I originally thought it was far from reality..."
"That depends on what kind of god it is and what your definition of God is," Hitzfeld said softly.
"Okay." Not sure if she was going to go any further, Raymond interrupted her and signaled with his eyes: "Now that the cause of the matter is clear... we don't have to spend the night in the mountains. Let's go back to the woods and wait."
What are you waiting for?
Of course it is dawn.
Theoretically, there was no need for them to stay here, but there were no rides available in the middle of the night. If they wanted to go back to Kuroki City, they would have to wait until tomorrow morning. There would definitely be a bus returning from the northwest between 8 and 10 in the morning.
It was not until the figures of the Shuitan Team swayed down the mountain that nearly twenty minutes passed, and two figures finally emerged from behind the rocks.
"I just asked you what a vacuum state is, why did you hit me?"
"You're annoying, Maps...you know we weren't supposed to talk then."
"You can write in the snow with your fingers."
"..."
"So you don't know either? You're angry and embarrassed!"
"Stop arguing!" Ethan tried his best not to get angry. "Let me talk about what happened tonight... How credible do you think she is?"
