Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The kings of angels serving under the throne of the Creator discovered that there was a strange existence in the kingdom of God on earth, where the eternal glory resides. The first one to realize this was the wise angel Herabergen.

That day, Herabergen went to the "White Tower" for inspection as usual.

The White Tower is the library of the Kingdom of God, the crystallization of the Creator’s wisdom and experience. It contains works on astronomy, geography, music, eloquence, politics, economics, religion and other fields. They are placed on the first to third floors of the White Tower.

It can be accessed at will. The fourth to sixth floors are archives, which record extraordinary events that have happened around the world since the Third Era. Priests scattered in various villages, towns and city-states are responsible for organizing these documents into documents.

It will be handed up layer by layer, and will eventually be reviewed, approved and filed by several demigods in the "reader" path. Above the sixth floor is a spiral staircase, like a staircase reaching the sky. The higher you go, the more serious the atmosphere becomes.

The more difficult it became to breathe, the end of the stairs was the door to the forbidden book area, which contained the secrets of the true God and the past, the taboos of the underground and the starry sky, and even the continental drift and the truth of the destruction of civilization - even angels did not dare to delve into it rashly.

Complex symbols cast an unbreakable seal on the brass door to prevent the ignorant from being killed by their own curiosity.

And on that day, the long-silent seal was shaken, and the fallen knowledge began to stir, just like a wolf that had been hungry all winter and smelled the smell of blood. The brass door was shot by invisible hands, making shocking bulges.

There were no traces of it, and Herabergen immediately recited the honorable name of the Creator, and then suppressed the inexplicable turmoil.

"So that being should have the authority of knowledge." Herabergen told his colleagues this guess. Leodro, who was drinking, put down his copper cup when he heard this and frowned deeply.

Medici sneered: "Did you drink fly shit?"

"I remembered a strange thing." Leodro pressed his eyebrows and tried to pull his thoughts away from the alcohol. "Do you remember that we visited a strange wilderness when we were following the Lord to fight around?"

"Tsk, can you describe it more specifically?"

"The wasteland is scattered with corpses of different races, demons, elves, magic wolves, vampires, humans, giants... Even the results after the melee are too exaggerated, as if someone deliberately brought them together."

Medici also frowned, "Yes, that day we originally wanted to meet a human tribe, but then a swollen giant suddenly stood up, and half of his body was blown away by you with lightning."

"Then more and more corpses stood up and were chopped into pieces and burned... Just when the last corpse was destroyed and we thought this meaningless entanglement was finally over, a big guy came out.

.”

Black mist emerged from the burnt human corpses, and the mist rose higher and higher, eventually condensing into a black vortex.

Countless eyes opened from the black vortex, slowly scanning the two insect-like creatures with emotionless gazes. Medici and Leodro didn't even have time to reveal the forms of mythical creatures, because just before their eyes met,

The moment they connected, countless complicated information poured into their minds: darkness, warmth and coldness, movement, life and death... There was no time to sift through it, and no judgment could be made.

This moment of stagnation should have led them to the end of severe injuries and death, but the strange creature disappeared... It was as if it was not him who tried to block the road with the corpse a moment ago.

"Then I probably encountered an extremely high-level information creature."

"I remembered... the Lord took out some things from our minds after we returned." Medici frowned, "Not long after..."

He coughed twice as if he was choked by wine. Soon after, the Lord brought back the little secret spy and ordered himself to continue to temper him. Thoth was indeed developing in the direction they hoped for, and the war was over.

Later, Thoth chose to become a non-staff member of the "War Red". He did not have to train every day like regular soldiers. He was relatively free, but he would still obey the orders and perform some more difficult tasks. It can be said to be quite disciplined... Recently...

During the trip to Yuecheng the following month, I couldn't find any serious illness. I was just not in good spirits and seemed a little silent.

No, wait. A trace of hindsight doubt appeared in Medici's mind. Is it really "mentally bad"? Thinking about it carefully, that kind of silence is more like numbness and indifference, more like...

divinity.

No way... Are you kidding me? That briquette-like thing is the little secret spy? The little secret spy who occasionally plays tricks but is generally obedient?! But why would the Lord... no, Lord?

Intentions are unfathomable and unquestionable, I just need to believe and execute them... Tsk, but...

Oseikus did not notice Medici's violently shaking pupils, and said thoughtfully: "Then the one in the Kingdom of God will be the one you met before?"

Medici rarely answered, and his sharp teeth seemed to be frozen. Leodro shrugged: "Who knows? But this is the Lord's Kingdom of God, and even Him can't make any waves."

"Well...the wine this year is not strong enough."

“But it has quite a fruity aroma.”

Medici pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "By the way, why didn't the big snake come? Have any of you seen him?"

"I beg you, Medici, please stop trying to get Ourolius to drink."

Black crows flew down the branches, leaving the din of the feast behind.