Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Oh my god... there is actually a palace underground in Silver City?"

After falling for an unknown number of meters, a magnificent building came into view. Thoth transformed from a torrent of information into a human form and landed on the simple and heavy stone steps.

"Father played a space trick. This palace was not built directly underground, but was moved from the ground after repairs."

Amon also returned to his human form and looked at the surrounding environment, "I remember that there is a phoenix in his grazing soul that has the 'apprentice' path."

The grand impression left by this building comes not so much from the design itself as from the size - not to mention how tall the arch formed by the two stone statues bowing in front of Thoth is.

Each step was half as high as his knee.

It is obvious that this is a giant's palace. Perhaps because it is hidden underground, the various disasters of the cataclysm have not affected it, and it looks very intact.

A rustling sound came from the darkness inside the arch, and several vines and mushrooms poked their heads out restlessly. A knight holding a scale and riding a black horse walked out of the long river of history at the call of Thoth, and in "

Under the pressure of "famine", the vines began to wither, the mushrooms shriveled, and the black horse stepped over their corpses and entered the hall calmly.

The hall is very empty, with no matching subjects or ritual vessels. The hall is also very crowded, with vines, shrubs, mushrooms, and ears of wheat growing in it, forming a picture of desolation.

The earthly world is a completely different country of fertility, but this fertility was quickly trampled by horse hooves. Where the black horse walked, the green turned to yellowish brown, and the fat turned to shriveled. Even though the plants and crops had no brains, they instinctively

Feeling fear, they surrendered, they retreated, revealing the king they had always supported——

A withered skeleton sat on a stone chair.

Thoth could tell that it was a giant when it was alive. Its flesh and blood had long since peeled off, leaving only a few strands of dry hair and white bones. He or she had been completely dead, but there were still ears of wheat, mushrooms, and vines.

And flowers grew from between its bones, and under the cover of leaves and branches, Thoth saw a flicker of light, and the next second, Amon stole that light.

"This should be the 'gift of the earth'."

The shape of "Gift of the Earth" is a branch - its end is withered yellow-brown, with yellow-green buds growing on the tip. The middle section is like a gradient from "aging" to "rebirth", giving people

A wonderful feeling of unity with dryness and glory, the cycle of life and death.

"Actually, I have always found it very strange." Thoth mused, "I have also studied many sealed objects, and their negative effects are largely linked to the characteristics of the corresponding path."

"For example, the sealed object of 'Door' often causes the user to get lost, the sealed object of 'Devil' easily loses normal emotions after being used for a long time, and the sealed object of 'Stealer' causes the user to lose something randomly... In short

It has the characteristics of this path, but why does this sealed item of the 'Cultivator' path have the negative effect of turning people into evil spirits? This sounds more like the Death Path."

"That's true, so what do you think...?"

"Analyze the spiritual imprint remaining in it. Sometimes the will of the original owner can also affect the negative effects of the sealed object."

Thoth turned into a torrent of information, stretched out several slender "tentacles" composed of information, and cautiously touched the "gift of the earth". After a moment of adaptation, he stabbed the tentacles——

Lights, shadows and murmurs came like a flood.

He felt that his perspective was suddenly stretched extremely high. He saw giants marching in the dusk light, saw wine as red as blood being poured to the ground, and saw wheat ears stretching for thousands of miles under his feet, like a golden ocean.

He heard the soul-stirring roars of the giant dragons, the loud noises made when their corpses fell from the sky, the majestic slogans of the giants as they marched, and the wails of the human beings who were kneaded into pieces.

Although these images and sounds were as broken as the crumbs of a cake, Thoth still pieced together some identity information of the original owner, such as that she was a woman, and that her status was not low, but before he could form more information,

Thinking of it, the next fragment firmly caught his eye.

moon.

A silver-white moon that is not stained by scarlet hangs in the night sky. Below is a pool of still water. Standing next to it are two very familiar beings. One is shrouded in night mist, and his skirt is like the water of an underground river.

The other one has a circle of clear light behind him, but at his feet is a shadow so turbid that even the peeping eye cannot see through it. This makes him look very contradictory - just like his unparalleled power and loving and compassionate eyes.

The water in the pond rippled, and something emerged.

It was a woman. In an instant, Thoth mistook her for Ornia, no, he mistook her for Ornia, but she was more charming, more enchanting, and more intimidating than Ornia - "The Gift of the Earth"

The original owner was trembling with fear, and Thoth heard the giantess pronounce a name in an incredible voice.

"Lilith..."

The ancient Sun God and the Night Goddess each stretched out a hand to help Lilith, who was naked and like a newborn baby, onto the shore. The ancestor of the blood race showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Long time no see, Omi Bella."

Thoth was startled and almost pulled out the information tentacles connected to the spiritual imprint.

Omi Bella's memories continue, but the scenes that follow are clearer, more coherent, and smoother than before.

This is another memory.

"Chi la——"

When the devil's claws cut through his chest, the giant also chopped off its majestic head under his sword. Countless mutilated corpses and extraordinary characteristics piled up in mountains around him, and blood flowed into rivers and sulfur at his feet.

The continuous bombardment of fireballs caused damage to His Dawn Armor in various places. Before the holes in the back were repaired, a dark brown wooden staff pierced into it. It frantically sucked the life and spirituality of the giant, and the giant let out a sleepy sound.

Roaring in pain like a beast, the majestic figure finally collapsed like a landslide.

As for the guy who made the sneak attack, Thoth recognized his face and his armor, but his greedy and joyful expression was a bit unfamiliar.

In Thoth's impression, Badheir had always been an arrogant person, with the virtue of "I have big fists and I can speak my mind."

However, He did have reason to be happy. Thoth thought to himself that the uniqueness and sequence characteristics of the "Twilight" path were being held in His hands, and the throne of God had become His bag.

At the same time, the babble became even louder, almost giving Thoth the urge to destroy his hearing.

Omi Bella was scolding and cursing. He denounced his son's despicable act of patricide. He said that he wished he could strangle Badheir when he was born and throw him into the wheat field as fertilizer. All the most vicious words were used by him.

Shout out in a hysterical manner - but all He can do is curse. Badheir can't see Him at all, and the giants coming and going can't see Him, whether in the royal court or the wilderness, at a banquet or on the battlefield.

, as if He was a lonely ghost imprisoned in another world.

But no one felt panic or strange because of the disappearance of the Harvest Goddess, because her position had long been taken.

Whether "Mother", "Her Royal Highness the Queen", "Harvest Goddess"...these titles that originally belonged to Him fell on the head of another being. He accepted all worship and praise with a smile, his eyes twinkling.

A glimmer of blood, a hint of banter.

"Found... a way to counteract the negative effects of sealed objects."

In the real world, Thoth withdrew his tentacles of information, spiritual numbers and symbols circulated rapidly in his purple eyes, and the answer to a puzzle gradually took shape.

"But you don't seem to have any sense of accomplishment." Amon did not miss the corners of his tightly pursed lips, "Is this answer not satisfactory to you?"

"Female, giant, fertile." Thoth did not answer his question, looking up at the tall withered bones, "We should all know who he is."

"Yes." Amon said leisurely, "No wonder the Church of the Earth Mother likes to absorb vampires so much... No wonder those vampires with lofty aspirations are so willing to convert."

"The blood is calling them." Thoth said softly, "This is much more effective than a simple soft policy."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you know how to suppress the evil spirit transformation of Silver City residents after death?"

"Parricide. If this person is killed by his parents, brothers, or sisters, then he will not become an evil spirit."

"……What?"

"In Omi Bella's memory, the reason why Badheir was able to take the position of God of War was because he stabbed Ormir in the back while he was distracted in the battle. My spiritual intuition told me that this secret is the entry point."

Thoth whispered, "He was very angry...but there was nothing he could do."

Amon showed a sarcastic smile, "So he wants the people in Silver City to experience the misfortunes he has experienced, so that they can get some comfort, is that what you mean?"

"There was a saying in our time." Thoth said without any expression on his face, "It is precisely because you have been caught in the rain that you will tear up other people's umbrellas."

"Are you angry?" Amon was keenly aware of his emotional changes.

"The dead things should be in peace, and don't make so many troubles."

Thoth snorted coldly, thinking that after all, I am also a mystic with a secret from the past. There is also a bug next to me that specializes in exploiting loopholes. How can I not be able to deal with a small branch of yours?

Just when He was about to pick and choose among the piles of knowledge, the tumors on his arms became hot again.

"Hello, Alex?"