Chapter 1391 The Savior (Thanks to Lingyin

Compared with Huaishi's shock, Yeats was more surprised.

"Has a soul?"

In the dream, Yeats lost his voice and was immediately surprised: "Is that rumor true? In that case, wouldn't I..."

"Although if the source of the rumors is traced, it will be based on reality, but I don't think your bold idea is likely to be realized at all."

Mathers' expressionless reply first stopped Yeats from going crazy.

That's almost it, brother, let's settle it down.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "The Golden Dawn has a way to transform the spirit of things into souls, but it may not be as complete as you imagine."

Yeats frowned when he heard this, suppressing his disgust:

"Like Aleister?"

"To be precise, the creation of the Chosen One comes from the extension of this secret ritual."

Mathers' expression also became complicated: "It is said that on this basis, the three sages even perfectly integrated the characteristics of human beings and spirits, completed the dual sublimation of souls and phenomena, and took the first step to truly [create something out of nothing], The first Creator who is in charge of events has been ushered in..."

But at this point, Lao Ma couldn't help but want to pull his hair: "But no matter how you think about it, it is a paradox. How can you create a real record in nothingness?

Even tampering with history is not that exaggerated, right? What on earth did those guys do? There should be a limit to madness! "

"Yeah yeah."

Huai Shi nodded wildly to show his approval.

Pretend it has nothing to do with you.

You must know that the essence of event records is a collection of information, a trace created by what has happened, a cross-section of history and reality, and a masterpiece and crystallization of will.

Almost every one of them contains some characteristics of a certain era, which can be called a testament to history and soul.

It can be called a myth written by humans.

If the source code is the carrier that records the oldest mythological prototype and the source of all miracles, then almost every completed record of events can be called a miniature source code.

Even if a real record of events is created from nothingness and given soul and consciousness, how can one give it strong enough obsessions and emotions to sprout?

Even if Mathers' brain was emptied, he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

No matter how hard you try, you can't reach that peak.

Now it seems that such a miraculous creation is destined to miss the Golden Dawn.

"So...are there people like this among us?"

Huaishi broke away from Yeats's state, stared at the man in front of her, and asked curiously: "Or, can I think that you are also a person who has completed the transformation through the spirit of things?

What about Woodman? What about Westcott? Also like this? "

"..."

Mathers was slightly stunned, looked at him for a long time, and then sighed in surprise: "I originally thought that the first person you asked would be Ms. Maud. But I can't answer your question, Yeats.

People cannot choose their own origins, but they can choose where they go. Where they originate is the secret of each of us. I can only tell you that at least one-third of the members of the entire Golden Dawn were transformed into humans through the spirit of events. "

He looked at the man in front of him and told him: "Actually, in the former Utopia, there were many such existences. The history of the Utopia is a history that is consistent with the records of events.

We discovered the power of history and chose to be with history——"

Then you are gone.

Huai Shi's face was expressionless and she was slandering.

It's not just that the difference lies in whether things are spirits or humans, nor does it matter how they exist.

This story can only show that those who keep secrets in small groups will not end well!

As a result, now you are still building small groups within yourself...the matryoshka-style chain should be over now!

"Well, what do you think, Yeats?"

Mathers asked doubtfully: "With all due respect, you seem... not very excited about getting a soul?"

Huai Shi's expression was dull for a moment.

In desperation, he completely forgot to get close to the character and accidentally acted out. When he noticed it, he could only hold back a confused expression and show slight resistance: "It's just that I feel that this way seems to be inconsistent with The group of chosen ones created by Aleister’s plan are very similar.”

"Indeed."

Due to Yeats's consistent disdain for the Chosen One, Mathers did not doubt anything anymore. After thinking for a moment, he continued: "The composition of the soul of the Chosen One does refer to some of the secret rituals, but In fact, even the method we are using now is still not a complete version."

“As a matter spirit, you may not understand the human world well.

In fact, the entire Golden Dawn, and even our predecessor, the Golden Dawn Project - and the 'Rebirth Research Society' that exists within the Utopia, were all born because of a project called the [Savior Project]. "

He smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed: "The plan was personally launched by the previous president before the Kingdom of Heaven came."

Savior.

plan?

Huaishi's poems are dull.

First there was confusion, then confusion, and then there was some kind of disgust that even he himself couldn't understand.

Just hearing this name almost makes me want to spit it out.

Behind the disguise of recording events, his face gradually turned pale and he gasped hard: "What is that...?"

"have no idea."

Mathers shook his head: "As far as I know, it's like a project to encourage growth, an alchemy using the entire sea of ​​silver as a furnace.

In terms of sheer madness, it can only be said to be a utopia.

Catalyze the entire territory to artificially create an existence like a chosen one... Picking one out of ten thousand, but it is still not enough, the purpose is to truly find the most precious rough stone, the hero among heroes, the savior among Savior. "

Having said this, the Solidifier couldn't help but sigh: "If that plan goes well, maybe there will be no need for the Golden Dawn."

"..."

Huaishi said nothing.

Virtual silence.

My mind was empty, as if there was still a silent loud noise.

The president of the previous generation was actually related to the establishment of the Golden Dawn. Is the reason behind the split of the Utopia really as simple as he knew?

What did he do before disappearing?

And why does the so-called savior plan...exactly exist?

"Maybe it's because of despair?"

Faced with Huai Shi's question, Mathers remained silent for a long time, then murmured softly as if he was lost in thought.

despair.

The abyss is huge, the enemies are numerous, the sacrifices are heavy, the future is dangerous, and the future is bumpy.

Compared with reality, the ideal is too far away.

Even if there is a foul like Utopia, facing such a goal, you will still feel tired and confused.

As the controller of the entire territory, the leader of the Utopia, and the president of the Astronomical Society, how could he not be afraid?

Will we succeed?

Are we doomed?

Is the fate of the King of Hell the way forward for us?

Facing this cruel periodic law of the abyss, does everything we do really make sense?

That’s why I yearn for the existence of [hope] so much.

I hope to create new backbones, and hope that someone stronger than myself will emerge.

Hope that kind of future exists.

It is not enough to save the current situation, you must be able to fight against hell. Even if you can defeat hell, you still have to wrestle with the abyss. To challenge the destined destruction, and to win!

Create a true savior for the sake of the world.

Find the person who can save everything, the person with such talent...

Even if you sacrifice everything.

at all costs!

everything!

"That plan..."

Huai Shi felt that her throat was a little thirsty and her voice was hoarse: "What happened to that plan...then?"

He couldn't care less about his disconnection from Yeats.

He instinctively longed for that answer, the answer that seemed to make his soul convulse and twitch.

"Failed."

Mathers shook his head.

Huai Shi fell into sluggishness.

In the long silence, he didn't even react. He digested silently and gasped silently. After a long time, he asked doubtfully: "What does failure mean?"

"Failure in the literal sense is not the collapse of the middle path, but a stillbirth before it even has time to start - otherwise, there would be no existence like the Golden Dawn.

We don’t have to find our own way out..."

Mathers smiled complicatedly and shook his head: "I can understand your desire, Yeats. Unfortunately, after all, there is no such convenient and straightforward method...

The day after the plan was launched, the president disappeared. All records have been erased, and even the data we left internally have been destroyed.

That kind of incredible plan no longer exists in this world. "

"That……"

Huai Shi hesitated for a long time and asked curiously: "I think that guy 'Huai Shi' seems very likely... maybe..."

Mathers sluggishly.

She looked at him blankly, as if she didn't understand, and was full of doubts. After a long time, she couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Haha, hahahahaha, interesting, so to speak, maybe it's possible... hahahahahaha... Yeats, do you suffer from some kind of PTSD? Why do you have such absurd ideas?"

Huai Shi stumbled to explain: "Look, that guy... seems to be very outrageous. Is there a possibility..."

"There's no way that's possible!"

Mathers shook his head decisively, "I admit that Huaishi's growth rate is indeed terrifying, but in fact, it is only slightly better than Ying Fangzhou, Russell, Orton and Mu Jing back then.

If the Savior Plan were such an understatement, there would be no need to exist.

Yeats, after all, you don't understand the craziness of that plan enough - if Huai Shi was really the result of the savior plan, he would have become a natural enemy by now and could challenge the king.

When he appears, all hell will usher in destruction, even the abyss will tremble before him..."

Mathers said: "Don't forget where we are now. We have exhausted all the power of the Astronomical Society. Is this all we can do?"

Huaishi was silent after hearing this.

After a long while, he let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing under the disguise.

So self-deprecating.

"Okay, these are all irrelevant gossip. If you are interested, you can check it out in the big library yourself, and I will open my permission to you.

However, this has a prerequisite. "

Mathers said, "I need an answer from you, Yeats."

The white-haired old man asked solemnly: "Are you willing to accept this invitation?"

"certainly!"

Huai Shi held the hand without thinking and expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart: "I have been waiting for this day for many years!"

"Very good, congratulations, you will now enter a level above the Golden Dawn inner formation."

Mathers smiled slightly, full of expectations: "In a few days, the preparations for the secret ceremony will be completed, and by then, you will truly have a soul and become a human being.

But, Ms. Maud, I hope you won't have too much entanglement. "

"Ah this..." Huai Shi was at a loss, not knowing whether he should follow the character or nod quickly.

"Only this point is non-negotiable!"

Mathers gave a categorical warning: "I know that you have inherited that poet's yearning and fascination for revolutionaries, but when you gain a soul, all these shackles will be thrown off.

You must change, Yeats, for your sake and for the sake of the Golden Dawn. "

"I……"

Huai Shi hesitated for a long time: "I... will consider it."

"very good."

Mathers became more and more pleased and patted him on the shoulder: "I look forward to your new look, Yeats."

"me too."

Huai Shi nodded, filled with the same joy and expectation.

Just like that, he got up together and walked outside.

However, as he walked, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help but turn back and look into the distance.

Between the countless records and images, in the deepest part of the stream of light, is the oil painting that emerges.

As majestic as a flame.

It also captures all the beauty and solemnity in the world.

The woman's silhouette.

So familiar.

Huaishi's heartbeat almost went out of control and she froze in place.

incredible.

"who is she?"

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