Deep Sea Embers

Although I have known Morris for many years, in fact, Morris has always been just a gentle and refined scholar in Vanna's eyes. It was used in school classrooms, and the rest of the time was either spent in the library or pulled by some schools to give lectures.

Fan Na didn't have many chances to understand this elder's "excellence" in the extraordinary field.

But since aboard the Lost Lands, she's finally starting to see another side of Maurice, and realizing what those seemingly innocuous scholars who follow the god of wisdom, Raheem, do their work with. ——

That's one of the most dangerous jobs in the world: the search for knowledge.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. Scholars should have unique and powerful powers. After all, there are many people in this world chasing knowledge, ranging from deep demons to phantoms in the spirit world. Mortals have caught up, what is the reason? Relying on the strong academic level of mortal scholars...

Fan Na rubbed her forehead, tried her best to control the wild thoughts in her head, and muttered casually: "So you are so good... If I knew that I also took classes seriously back then, maybe..."

"No, the difference is too much." Morris shook his head expressionlessly. "It's more suitable for you to exercise seriously."

Fan Na was suddenly a little embarrassed: "At least I have successfully graduated from City State University..."

Morris glanced at her: "One-third of the credits are in sports, and one-third of the credits are in church."

Fan Na remained silent. After a few seconds of silence, she turned her gaze to the thick fog around her, and abruptly changed the subject: "The cultists you eliminated should be the controllers of those fake monsters?"

"At most one of the controllers," Morris shook his head. "Have you heard the movement from other blocks? Now the whole city-state is full of monsters like that. I don't know how many cultists have taken advantage of the thick fog to enter the real world." …Only by us, I am afraid that it will not be completely wiped out.”

Fan Na nodded solemnly, but when she was about to say something more, she suddenly noticed something out of the corner of her eye, and immediately let out a soft "Huh".

She came to the side of the dead Annihilation Cultist, knelt down to check the condition of the corpse, stretched out her hand to grab the other's collar, and tore it apart casually.

The flesh and blood under the clothes are melting and wriggling, showing the appearance of being polluted and infiltrated by the black mud, and as the body died, the speed of the wriggling of the mud also slowed down visibly to the naked eye, and gradually appeared to be drying up.

"...This is also a fake!?" Fan Na opened her eyes wide in astonishment, unable to believe her discovery, "This group of cultists... even made fakes of their own people?!"

"No, it's not that simple," Morris frowned. He was also carefully examining the cultist's body, recalling the details of the battle just now, and shook his head slowly after a while, "I have sensed his thoughts. Fluctuations are different from counterfeit ones—those counterfeit ones have gaps in their thinking process that are obviously different from those of human beings. Even if they can behave like ordinary people, they will not be able to maintain a stable consciousness because of the instability of the 'element' itself , but this cultist has no such problem."

As he spoke, he pointed to the piece of flesh and blood covered in black mud on the cultist's chest.

"And more importantly, this part, you see, he is not made of elements—elements and normal flesh and blood exist at the same time, which is more like a symbiosis, or...self-pollution."

Fan Na stared at that position for a long time, her brows gradually frowned: "This group of heretics take the initiative to pollute themselves with elements? They even use elements to replace part of their own flesh and blood... This is a bit disgusting, even if it is placed on the Annihilation Cultist Impressive level of perversion."

Morris's tone was quite calm: "I don't think it's much different from those Annihilation Cultists who transformed themselves into deep demons. These lunatics hate the flesh and blood in the world. They never mind using the craziest way to transform themselves. .”

With that said, his attention was placed elsewhere.

He looked at the big black book that the cultist had been holding in his hand.

After a little hesitation, the old scholar stretched out his hand and pulled the book out of the cultist's clenched fingers.

"Be careful," Fanna reminded immediately upon seeing this, "this book may contain blasphemy and filth! Now that the power of the sun has weakened, touch it rashly..."

"Scholars will always open new and mysterious books. For us, every reading is a process of challenges and adventures." Morris shook his head lightly, "Don't worry, the Raheem sect is aimed at this kind of situation. There are special training and coping skills for the reading behavior below, you just need to help me be vigilant, and if something is attracted to this book, help me get rid of it."

Fan Na hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a serious expression: "...OK."

Morris hummed, and finished a quick prayer in his heart, then took out a small bottle of herbal powder from his arms, poured half of it on the ground and lit it, and sprinkled the other half on the book in front of him, and then confirmed the string on his wrist In the state of the colorful stone bracelet, he sat down solemnly on the ground and put the book on his lap.

The cover of this book is pitch black, without any words or symbols on the surface, only a fine network pattern can be vaguely seen printed on the hard cover, making it impossible to judge its origin.

Morris opened the cover of the book and looked at the contents on the inside pages.

Fan Na on the side looked away, trying to avoid being affected by the book.

Some messy lines and symbols caught Morris' eyes.

At first, he couldn't understand what he saw at all, those messy symbols and lines didn't match any language or ancient script he knew, but when he tried to turn to the next page, the traces on those pages suddenly began Moved——the ink mark turned into a living crawling thing, moving quickly through the cage made of paper, and the jumping characters stimulated the vision of the old scholar. In just a few seconds, he felt that he had begun to move. Understand the descriptions on the page.

Those symbols and lines were twisting rapidly, everything on the page trembled before his eyes, and "knowledge" was directly mapped into his mind!

Morris's heart moved, and the protection and stress measures set in advance in his consciousness were instantly activated. The next second, the main consciousness was withdrawn, and his rationality solidified. He seemed to be a bystander in an instant, and stood at the scene from a detached and illusory perspective. Behind the "self" in the real world, calmly and soberly read the content that is emerging in his brain.

"...The meeting of the lost kings was held again and again, and the original plan was finalized...

"The forsaken, their flesh will melt in the light..."

After reading only two sentences, Morris's illusory "self-projection" suddenly frowned.

This is what was written on the note brought back by the young informant named "Crow" when the captain led the team to explore the second waterway for the first time! It's the "hieroglyphic" description that is vague, unknown, and seems to be some kind of ancient record!

Morris's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately controlled his body to turn the pages of the book, let his eyes read the profane and distorted text, and formed the corresponding knowledge memory in his mind, and then read the content in his mind from the perspective of a bystander.

He saw more hieroglyphic descriptions, and after the content copied by the crow, there were indeed some fragmented sentences:

"...after the departure of the Forsaken Clan, the creation of all things proceeded as planned, and the Forgotten Kings began to design the first and final blueprint...

"However, that first blueprint was quickly abandoned, because the aftermath of the great annihilation was turbulent in the world... The kings gathered dust into stones, and gathered stones into stars, but the stars disintegrated and shattered, and could not last long. ...

"Thalmir, the king of the pale giants, therefore fell on the first long night of Genesis...

"...The kings began to design a second blueprint. They selected one of themselves and asked him to be the creator. The first one selected was the king of dreams, also known as the 'king of knowledge and memory' The Great One, for the Great One has indeed shown the wonders of creation...

"But the second blueprint also failed, so the King of Dreams was torn apart in the second long night of Genesis, and a part of him floated on the border of the real world...

"The third blueprint is handed over to another king for execution. It is called the 'King of Creeping', also known as the 'Lord of Clusters'. He is the co-lord of countless invisible and small things, and he holds the authority of creation. He also holds the authority to create the opposite...and the truth, calling him 'the elder brother of wisdom'.

"...The King of Creeping began his work. In the third long night, he gave the blueprint to the group and sought help from the surviving clans. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the King of Dreams and the King of Pale Giants , He divided the blueprint, so that there would be no more kingdoms in the world, and the kingdoms would be reduced to 1,200 cities, and the clan would be in charge of the first ten cities, giving them the name 'Crete'.

"So passed the third long night safely. It was good.

"But the lost kings were dissatisfied with the King of Creeping's change of the blueprint, so they blocked his way back to the holy throne. The clans of the ten cities were grateful to the King of Creeping, and they dared not praise him in front of the kings. , and another honored name was given to him, and they called him holy, aka—

"Holy Lord of the Profound."