Chapter 1383 In the Pile of Old Papers
Restless, throbbing and longing.
Oh, this exciting feeling is like mustering up the courage to hold a girl’s little hand in a movie theater!
Records of events!
It’s a massive record of events!
As the solemn door opened in front of him, Huai Shi clearly felt the excitement coming from the Book of Destiny.
Eager to include those scattered records into the catalog again, to reorganize everything in the past...
Right in front of him.
Getting closer, getting closer.
Then... there will be no one left.
Because that bitch Yeats actually turned a corner!
"..."
Huai Shi's eyes widened and he almost vomited blood: What are you doing, Yeats! Go ahead, damn go ahead, why did you turn a corner?
Still kidnapping? !
But no matter how Huaishi tried to give hints, Yeats seemed to be reluctant to go that way while he was dawdling. Mumbling something about keys, straight down.
Huai Shi could only restrain his impulse and follow suit.
Only in the end, I quietly glanced above my head.
Remembered this place.
It's okay, there's always a chance.
There's always a chance!
As the pace extended, the throbbing in my heart gradually dissipated, replaced by some kind of sadness and sorrow - as if I heard the call and lament from a long time ago.
Silent sobs filled the air.
Wandering in the darkness.
That was the moan before collapse.
When the door opened in front of Huai Shi, what he saw was the stars in the dark sky.
Dying stars...
Fragments, fragments of countless events recorded floating on the ceiling under the Great Library, shining with difficulty under the seal of the secret ritual.
Tell about the glory of the past.
"Is this... tidying up?"
Huai Shi murmured softly, and at this moment, she finally realized.
These are the fragments of the surviving record of all the events of the Golden Dawn.
When the kingdom of heaven fell, a large number of event spirits were lost in the turmoil and scattered throughout the land, and more records were torn and collapsed. Among the surviving fragments, some were recovered by the genealogy of the kingdom of heaven, while more were Sealed in a land of nothingness, lingering in secret rituals.
Awaiting revision and restoration.
Unfortunately, the restoration and revision of incident records has always been the job of incident managers - the Three Sages system has collected records and spirits scattered throughout the territory over a long period of time, and adheres to neutrality.
While he no longer believed in the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven, he was also particularly resistant to the existence of the Golden Dawn.
Neither DM, KP nor ST will help the Golden Dawn repair those fragments, let alone Lily. Among the alchemists who are good at the alchemy of things, Mikhail is a die-hard loyalist of the Heavenly Lineage and will never work for the Golden Dawn.
Therefore, they can only rely on themselves...
Helplessly using the most primitive methods, relying on the existence of event spirits, souls born from countless histories and records, pieced together and repaired bit by bit through massive amounts of work.
Needless to say, the amount of effort spent on it is that the results are minimal. It can only be like searching for connections among the ever-changing fragments one by one, like gold mining.
It's like tearing tens of thousands of books into pieces and then putting the original books back together from the pieces.
What's even worse is that a large part of it is missing.
Every time it is Yeats's turn, Shixiang Soul will have a feeling that life is worse than death - especially when selecting and reading, he will experience the lamentation when the record collapses again and again.
How is this different from being in jail?
Now he was swearing at Mathers.
Mathers had just gotten out of the period of severe trauma and was stuffed here. On the one hand, the secret ritual of the Great Library helped his recovery. On the other hand, it was probably the complaints and warnings from Maud, right?
Everyone wants to be clean for a few days and have a peaceful life.
What's more, at this juncture of the War of Realms, everyone is so busy that they can only let Yeats temporarily take over the position of the tool man, no, the tool book.
This kind of familiar cold reception really made Huaishi, a young boy in his mid-20s, deeply moved by it. Looking back, he might even be able to write a book called "The Life of the Disliked Yeats".
However, for Huai Shi, there is no better news than this!
The further away from the inner formation and specific collaborative things, the less likely he is to reveal his secrets, and it is easier for him to use this time to familiarize himself with the role. What surprised him even more was that the large number of fragments recorded here would interfere with all observational mysteries...
This is a literal little dark room!
During the next period of time, there was no doubt that he was alone and without any distractions.
Besides, it's troublesome for the Golden Dawn.
For him, this may not be the case!
At this moment, under the dim stars, Huai Shi stood in the center. He turned back and glanced at the records left by the previous organizer, without even bothering to look at them again.
"Come on, "Book of Destiny"——"
Huai Shi raised her palm, and from the deepest part of her soul, the authority of heaven descended - the ancient classics were instantly sketched, causing the stars in the animated sky to shine!
The moment the title page was opened by invisible force, he seemed to be swallowed by the ocean.
Endless events, countless histories and records, past time and creations from the soul, massive information turned into a frenzy, rushing towards you!
Under the illusory Yeats disguise, Huai Shi's eyes burst into intense light, instantly covering all the fragments.
The catalog of heaven is roaring from the depths of the soul at this moment.
[Search, start! 】
At this moment, in the secret ritual, the ever-changing fragments and traces without signs suddenly appeared in light. He reported his own number and origin to the Book of Destiny.
"La Traviata", "Contract", "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Divine Comedy", "Call of the Wild", "Tiangong Kaiwu", "The Decameron", "Zhou Li", "Gadfly", "Han Mo" "Rabbinic Code", "Book of Five Wheels"...
More!
there are more!
More records were stuffed into Huai Shi's mind one after another, flowing in his soul, and flowing into the book of destiny with the screams of collapse and the sobs of the long time.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...
This is the vast collection of the Utopia, and most of them are prototypes and outlines that even the Utopia has not had time to complete.
There are millions of fragments from hundreds of thousands of distinct books.
Some are title pages, some are in the middle, some are signed at the end, and some only have incomplete words and broken half sheets...
Therefore, the pile of paper is like a torrent, drowning Huaishi's poems.
Unfortunately, there are too many vacancies and too much damage.
It took two days for the Book of Destiny to complete the statistics of all the books in different categories. Most of them are just wreckage that are completely irreparable and even less than one ten thousandth remains.
Only if more than 30% of the area remains can it meet the minimum standard of repairability.
But there are only 461 of them left, and more than half of them were not completed before the collapse. Even if the rest is pieced together, just like "The Magic Flute", if it is forcibly pieced together regardless of the lamentation of the soul, it may be embarrassing and useless.
More than 70% of the remaining copies are actually 19 copies.
"Nineteen copies."
Huaishi sighed.
Even the Book of Destiny can only slowly extract them from the countless fragments and put them back together again. But if you really want to restore the whole body and reunite the souls, you still have to rely on the help of Lily and the others.
However, it will take some time to complete their aggregation and recovery through the gravity of the Book of Destiny.
In the process of reading the article, it makes no difference whether there is Huai Shi or not. Huaishi was finally able to find time to start her own work.
Just like that, in what seemed like eternal silence, he sat down on the ground, bathed in the glitter of those fragments, and closed his eyes.
As if falling into a deep sleep.
Consciousness sank from the darkness, and then sank again, like passing through a long tunnel.
A glimmer of light was glimpsed.
Huaishi stretched out her hand, spread her fingers, and pointed towards the light of the soul in a distant place.
Hold tight!
At that moment, in the palace of Sui Guo, Sui Sui suddenly woke up from his dream.
Feeling cold all over the body.
He felt as if he had had a nightmare. In the nightmare, after being swallowed up by endless darkness, he was swallowed up by an indescribable giant beast.
Even though he was transformed into a giant eye, he still had the illusion of being sweaty.
Just like when Huai Shi looked at herself!
He always had a strange feeling - that cold and handsome face was just a bubble. What is hidden behind those dark eyes is some kind of monster that is more terrifying, dark and violent than himself——
The monsters created by those in this state!
But now, when he woke up from his dream, the joy and relief brought by Huaishi's absence for the past few days disappeared in the sudden nightmare.
What replaced it was the roar of the wind and the trembling like a snake's shadow.
He is back? !
But when I listened carefully, I felt nothing at all, only a tiny clicking sound.
From under oneself.
That thing hidden in the secret compartment.
Constantly jumping, vibrating, and colliding.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, when the door behind the seal of the secret ritual opened, he saw the iron box sealed in the deepest part, the iron box left by Huai Shi.
At that moment, his pupils shrank to their limit.
Almost forgot to breathe.
The box moved!
Right before his eyes, there were cracks, one, two, three... and then drops of darkness as thick as mud slowly flowed out from behind the cracks.
Meandering spread.
Just in the darkness, an eye suddenly opened.
So close!
The moment that invisible eye stared, infinite darkness filled the dim vision, and in an instant, he was completely engulfed!
boom!
At that moment, Decay seemed to have returned to the nightmare he had just escaped from. No, maybe he had never escaped from that nightmare.
It has never left Huai Shi's sight.
Now, at the end of the darkness, the beast of the end stared at his subordinate, and the shadows roared in like a tide, drowning his soul and consciousness.
Then……
Come in! ! !
Completely unable to resist the instinct coming from the soul, Decay screamed and struggled in terror, but gradually, he found that his transformed form began to change rapidly.
Amidst the ravages and reshaping of darkness, it turned into liquid and boiled in the furnace. Then, ignoring his will, he forcibly reshaped the human form and appearance.
He wears a ring of divinity on his crown, spreads out his dazzling wings of holy light, and carries a bow given by God on his back.
The face of [Archangel Mercy] slowly lifted up from the darkness.
Grinning at the dying soul.
"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to have lost a lot of money, my friend."
In this way, he unceremoniously temporarily occupied this body and said hello to death: "Do you feel particularly lonely without me?"
"No, get out!"
Decay was furious: "Give me my body back, right now!"
It’s okay to work in vain without eating or drinking. If you don’t pay attention, your body will be taken away by this piece of shit! Do you people in this situation really have no conscience at all?
"Don't worry, I just borrowed it temporarily and will return it to you after use."
Huai Shi whistled and took the time to do a set of radio gymnastics to adapt to her temporary body: "Now, the commercial time is over, and the excitement will be back soon -"
When the door opened again, the endless aura of disaster shrouding hell seemed to be right before our eyes.
Huai Shi smiled and stretched his neck:
"Come on, let's go give him a hard job!"