The Corruptor isn't that exaggerated, is he?
Most of the corrupted people that the church had dealt with had only expanded 1-2 times their original size. The giant monster's wingspan alone was 70 meters, and its height was over 120 meters. Its shape was so distorted that it looked nothing like a human. How could it have been a human? Even if it was just a human corpse?
"Nothing incredible." Aman snorted, "This is good news."
"If the troll can help Kevin Imaar, it's possible that he can help us, too."
"You'd better not get your hopes up." Sebot felt he had to remind them, "I heard something in my dream, which is -"
She coughed and cleared her throat: "'He will become an undead ghost, wandering in the sea of blood day and night, immersed in the nightmare of the past and unable to extricate himself'..."
"So do you understand? If this is Improl, it is still unconscious. The man said it belongs to the 'Ghoul', and it may not really want to help Kevin Imaar."
After a pause, Sebot added: "Maybe it was just dreaming, an 'old dream', and it just regarded them as companions in the dream, but it doesn't mean we will have such luck."
These words made many people feel a chill down their spine.
That monster is already difficult to deal with, but if this is true, does that mean it also suffers from a mental illness?
That is to say, its attitude towards you may be good at one moment and bad at another, and it all depends on what kind of dream it is having at the time?
"I once had the honor of visiting your psychiatric department," Darent muttered, "and I must say that the atmosphere there is scarier than many other places... I wanted to leave as soon as possible."
"Really?" Li Ang glanced at him, "I thought you would feel that place is as warm as home."
"...Corneril?"
"Lighten up the atmosphere... Don't you think the atmosphere is too depressing now?" Li Ang forced a smile. "Of course, if you really feel uncomfortable, I apologize."
He thought he could liven up the atmosphere by doing this and Darent wouldn't mind, but he soon found out he was wrong.
The atmosphere was a little more relaxed, but Darent himself did not smile at all. Instead, he stared at him seriously - and at the same time glanced at the leather scroll in Ethan's hand.
“It’s not depressing.”
Everyone heard him say this in a very, very light voice.
"Turn back, Heidegger. There are more depressing things to come."
"..." Everyone was silent.
“…” Ethan’s mouth began to twitch.
He really wanted to ask this person seriously, since you feel that the latter content is so depressing and important, why did you say that this thing is "ordinary" in the beginning.
But obviously reading is still more important.
He immediately turned to the last few pages and read the rest in one breath.
[I was blessed to guard the tomb, but I was also curious about why the remains of a mere human could grow to such a level after inheriting the bloodline.]
[As for the tomb itself, we stole the remains of Diat-Klebatolar, followed the instructions of the sea chart to come here, and strictly followed the above steps to seal it and press it with the sun stone slab.]
[So how did it get out of trouble?]
[Jonathan Improl can be explained as ‘fallen’. He is a corpse ghost who committed suicide out of loyalty and filial piety. He is willing to accept the curse and wander around day and night just to guard this secret…]
[How did Diat-Klebatolar escape?]
[Did someone steal its remains before and bring them to the mainland for research? And they were eventually sealed and buried in a war or disaster... until we excavated them?]
[No mortal being could possibly have such an ability. If there really were tomb robbers, it must have been the work of those evil gods.]
At this point, the traces of engraving begin to become intermittent.
Ethan guessed that this was because the author's health was failing and his hands had no strength left to carve the words. What followed could even be seen as the man's last words.
He finally turned to the last page.
[Everyone was deceived.]
[The legend of the blood of salvation is fake, a lie, and nonsense - it is a huge conspiracy!]
[Diat-Klebatolar was not stolen at all... It was (randomly carved traces)... I should have thought of this possibility earlier... Yes... If it is really as the rumors say, why are they sealed up...]
[All peace is a lie... Kingship is a lie... Grace is a lie... The true savior is buried in time and no one remembers him. Mortal bodies can be deified, but the world only stares at the throne of heaven... Pray for God's grace to return and give salvation...]
[But the rotten things will eventually revive, and everything will come back to life. How can the inheritors who have lost their courage fight against that fate?]
[Only hatred...]
[Unfortunately, this body has grown old and is no longer qualified to inherit the blood species. Those who come after me can go to the abyss to obtain the blood species and devour it.]
[Conferred Gods…]
[Conferred Gods…]
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There will be another update around dinner time.
Chapter 123 Hound
The assassination of Sheena was a big deal.
Thinking about big things is obviously not that easy, so Bunoliel didn't mind Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing leaving first.
To put it bluntly, today's meeting was just a wedge. It was an opportunity for both parties to truly get to know each other and to be honest with each other. After returning, he would have plenty of opportunities to continue the cooperation - after all, the Posuo Mansion where they lived was his property.
"In fact, you have made up your mind." Xia Yibing looked at Hitzfeld in the car, "I know you well. You are always like this when you make up your mind."
"What does it look like?" Hitzfeld frowned and looked at her with amusement.
"Like this!" Xia Yibing held up her face with her hands, half-forcing her to face him. "You pretend to be very deep and distressed, as if you are thinking about some difficult problem... But in fact, you have already thought about what you want to do. These are just illusions to confuse you."
"You do know me well enough." Hitzfeld smiled leisurely, "but you don't know me well enough."
"Really?" The woman raised her eyebrows. "Oh... so the time is earlier than I thought..."
The reckless conversation seemed to be extremely reckless, but Hitzfeld had already sprinkled scented powder in the carriage, which also had the effect of isolating the spread of sound.
The authority of the mysterious Lord is not convenient to reveal, but the knowledge alone is an infinite wealth.
"So what do you think? Do I have the honor to know?"
Moving his palm upwards and pushing aside the bangs that were blocking the girl's left eye, Xia Yibing stared at the revealed mysterious eye, took a breath, and asked slowly.
"It's not an honor." Hitzfeld closed his eyes and sighed, "You can probably guess it yourself. It's one of the plans we discussed before. Use Luca's relationship to cooperate with Sheena."
The Kingdom of Corrupted Blood has cracks.
If the information provided by Bunoriel is correct, its supreme leader should undoubtedly be Yinsel. Yinsel is the leader of the Undead Fleet and the Pope of the Eclipse Church. He secretly controls the Church of the Mother of Savior, and then controls the Kingdom of God through the Church of the Mother of Savior.
It should have been like this for a long time, but the arrival of Sina broke the balance. She ruled the earth as the King of Men and unified the scattered human forces. From then on, humans were the dominant race in this cursed land - this was a fact acknowledged by the blood and bone trees in Alessia's memory.
Judging from the fact that Xina secretly created the profession of Blood Mage, she must have ulterior motives towards Yin Seer.
Hitzfell couldn't help but think of Alwyn, remembering that Alwyn had reminded her before they set out that the Blood and Bone Mage Society might not necessarily be her enemy.
At first, she felt very strange about this, wondering why Elwin, who did not leave Sara, could know the existence of the blood mage so much in advance. But later, through Xia Yibing's inherited memory, she saw those retrospective projections, and Hitzfeld guessed that this might be because the "blood source" was, after all, a native power of the Namiia world.
This world itself is capable of giving birth to God.
Mythological particles are things that have been proven to exist. Even if many people do not believe them, or believe the words of scholars and experts and regard gods as powerful humans, the myth itself is not false.
And this world is not at peace...
The mythical particles disappeared, and the scientific path derived from several major physical quantities became the mainstream, but it was obvious that the mother tree, as the embodiment of the world, was not reconciled. It was still restless without any consciousness, and it could not wait to recreate the mythical heyday if it was provoked by someone like Dai Lin.
From this we can infer that "giving birth to gods" may be the instinct of the world, and the mythological phenomenon caused by this instinct is renewable and cyclical.
It is as if the earth has countless generations of biological development history. After the era of microorganisms, it was trilobites, then insects, to reptiles, to dinosaurs, and then the dinosaurs became extinct, and mammals gradually ascended the throne.
Of course, this example is not exactly the same, because there is no evidence that there is any will behind the evolution of the earth, but the cycle is indeed the same - this means that before the era of mythological particles, that is, before the mythological era ruled by the Sun King that most people know about now, or even before that, there must have been other myths left there.
Civilizations and myths flourish and die in that land, and the interval between birth and death may be hundreds, thousands, or even billions of years. So who can tell whether "Bloodborne" is evil?
Perhaps in ancient times there really was a blood-originated civilization, and the way they survived was through skills similar to flesh-and-blood magic. They used this power to hunt, heal wounds, and face more terrifying predators that might have existed in the same period.
This is just a way to survive. Hitzfeld doesn't think this kind of thing can be judged as right or wrong.
She told Xia Yibing these thoughts intermittently, and then added: "The blood source may be the power left over from prehistoric civilization, a power independent of the mythological particle system. The King of the Mimics you saw before must have been forced to restart this power, because facing the invasion of the outer gods, it was not enough to rely solely on the power at that time. She needed support. The towering blood tree was not an enemy but a helper she called out to fight the enemy."
Is this how Aisuen views this matter?
In fact, Xia Yibing had vaguely guessed that she had this attitude from some of her words, but when she really heard the reason from the girl's mouth, she couldn't help but be a little surprised by this perspective on things.
It’s a bit… too grand.
We ourselves are just ants struggling to survive under the curtain, but Aisuen can always jump to such a high level to look at everything.
Xia Yibing thought this was amazing, at least she herself couldn't do it.
She had also heard Hitzfeld mention the aesthetic theory of "the beauty of contrast" - of course, Hitzfeld hadn't been so stupid as to explain to her things like "matching youth with maturity", that is, "the younger the girl, the more mature she dresses, the more fragility and cuteness she can highlight" - but Xia Yibing had been with her for so long after all, she had already had some understanding of aesthetics of her own.
So she felt that the girl was particularly beautiful at this moment.
Appearance and figure are secondary. The key is that at the "young age" of 19, she can express such unique insights.
Isn’t this a contrast?
It was as if she was able to solve cases with that kind of confidence when she was younger. Whenever Xia Yibing saw her like this, she always felt her heartstrings being plucked, and she couldn't help but want to do something.
While Hitzfeld was still expressing his views, she bent down to take off his shoes, held the two small feet wrapped in black spider silk stockings in her arms, and gently massaged the insteps and soles of the feet.
At the tender age of 19...with such a mature and handsome posture...if he showed a hint of shyness...even a little bit...wouldn't it be a contrast within a contrast?
Who dares to say that this is not art?
“…” Hitzfeld was indeed a little uncomfortable.
The two of them were very close, that's right. Well... she herself had done things like taking off someone's shoes and massaging their feet before.
But why did it come so suddenly...
Does Xia Chuncai just care about me?
Maybe he was just concerned about me... After all, I walked a long way there, and I even ran some of the way there, so I was a little sore from walking...
But could she not pinch and watch at the same time...
This kind of thing...
What's so good about this thing...
She knew that she was asking a question even though she knew the answer, and she also knew that there might be dirty things in women's hearts, but out of inertia and reserve, Hitzfeld tried her best to pretend that she didn't care.
"So... um... I was thinking that since the Sea of Time no longer exists, we can all dream about those things. It's not surprising that Alvin saw more, such as directly seeing the origin of the Blood Origin Civilization and knowing that the Blood and Bone Mage can... "
She had tried her best to divert her attention, but filthiness was indeed something extremely contagious, and once the mind was poisoned, the senses would become acute. She now felt that those pinching actions were like a bunch of small bristly brushes, brushing her feet and making her feel itchy in her heart.
"Can we assume that she wants us to support Sheena?"
Xia Yibing looked up and saw her blushing and shy face. She was amazed and thought to herself that it was absolutely right, but she still pretended to be very serious, as if she was really just giving the girl a foot massage.
"That's the basis on which you agreed to the plan, isn't it?"
"Almost..." Hitzfeld couldn't stand the itchiness any more, so he curled up his legs and pulled his feet out, "But I haven't figured out how to explain this to Bunoriel yet."
The real enemy is Eclipse, the Outer God who supports Eclipse's existence.
Supporting Sheena does not mean forgiving her previous sins. This is a relationship of exploitation. They use Sheena and the Blood Mage to contain the Eclipse and wait for opportunities to find loopholes in the Eclipse.
"The Church of the Mother of Savior is very concerned about the Tomb of the Nine Knights. It is clear that those things also want to obtain the power of blood."
Putting on his shoes again under the woman's pitying gaze, Hitzfeld tucked his drooping hair behind his ears and said, "It's a pity that the chart is lost. If I had known that so many people were paying attention to it, I should not have concealed my ignorance that night..."
Xia Yibing was stunned for a moment, and her nose suddenly felt sore.
She suddenly understood: Hitzfeld could see what I was thinking just now.
But she didn't resist, instead she indulged me... did those frivolous things to her... She didn't even want to reprimand me, and even tried to excuse me on the topic...
Because she felt guilty?
Haitu is related to the secret of the Imaar family. She regrets that I lost this opportunity...
"Aisun."
"Um……?"
As she pulled up her heels, Hitzfeld heard the woman calling her from the side.
She responded out of habit, and then she felt a fragrant breeze blowing on her face, and her whole body was hugged by arms and legs that were close to her.
She was shocked at first, and thought that Xia Yibing had gone crazy and wanted to use the powder to block out the sound and do something even more extreme to her.
