Lost Narrative Poetry

But no matter what, Xia Ran, who was full of doubts and uncertainty, couldn't do anything now.

He could also only passively watch as the so-called blessings from God were "returned" all at once.

A large amount of information that does not need to be described in words is just pouring in from the other end of the link. At this moment, it seems that I have become a simple bystander, and can only watch this huge tide of information coming from the other side. The end washed away.

Yes, it’s the tide of information.

Because I can intuitively feel the huge amount of information moving, as if my consciousness is being washed away by the raging tide.

If it weren't for his own mental will that was extremely strong and tough, and if he hadn't had such experience, then there might have been data overload.

But now...

With the huge computing power fully deployed, the instant burst of huge information did not cause any waves in his consciousness field, nor did it cause any huge impact, but was quickly guided by his concentration. Then, he summarized, organized and archived it, and directly incorporated it into his huge and mysterious knowledge base.

It was really an unusually large memory palace, an immovable library built in the deepest part of his consciousness.

For any topic, you can create a terrifyingly long table of contents, listing countless magic books, manuscripts, notes, sketches or designs, which can extend to various knowledge items.

Even the huge explosion of information that is pouring in now is far less than the huge size of this palace of knowledge, although it is not as terrifying as being in it like a mud cow entering the sea without even a splash.

But it is far from exaggerating to say that Xia Ran could not bear it all of a sudden and was directly overloaded with data and burned out his consciousness.

In this way, he was like a huge sponge, quickly absorbing the incoming waves of information.

And it's not just simple absorption. At the same time, he is also performing simultaneous analysis and translation at high speed, trying to turn these things into something he can understand and truly digest.

I don’t know whether it’s because his magic foundation is extremely solid and has no adverse reactions or conflicts with the world’s system, so he can quickly download, update and upgrade to the latest version on this basis; or because his knowledge of other aspects of mysticism is too rich, and he can draw conclusions by analogy. It works, so there is no difficulty in accepting it.

In short, the speed of analysis and translation was extremely fast, and the progress bar visible to the naked eye was soaring, which made Xia Ran feel that there was something obviously wrong.

But before he could think about it carefully, and there was no way to stop it, the sudden download and update was completed.

Quantitative changes will inevitably lead to qualitative changes. Everyone must understand this truth. Moreover, the "quantity" that is rapidly accumulating has a very high "quality", which makes Xia Ran immediately notice the changes in himself.

It was as if he had passed some key threshold, as if he had broken through some level, as if he had unlocked some kind of imprisonment... In short, his vision suddenly became brighter, and he seemed to have glimpsed a brand new world.

"Wait a minute, this is...fayouyuanling?"

Xia Ran felt extremely stunned. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling at all. Not only was he very familiar with it, he could even be said to be very skilled at it.

Because he has really tried many times to use his spells and skills for Charlotte or Artoria. Because he has condensed his experience and insights, he has given birth to wisdom and spirituality. Those abilities are in a certain way. In a sense, it is living information, like an intelligence with its own will.

In addition to different forms of expression, these spells and skills can also be like equipment such as weapons and armor.

No matter who can wear it, the performance and effect will not be different. At most, the user's own consciousness cannot keep up, which hinders the performance of these weapons and equipment.

But in the past, it was Xia Ran who lent his Yuanling magic to others. This was the first time he had such an experience from someone else... But this feeling was exactly the same as when he took back his magic ability. time, there seems to be no difference.

It seems that what originally belongs to oneself is an extension of one's own strength, and is closely connected like brothers and feet.

After quickly searching for the information that had been parsed and compiled in a short period of time, he felt even more shocked. This seemed to be his own knowledge and skills——

It might be strange to say this, and he also wondered if he was thinking too much or had an illusion.

This seems possible. After all, this information was absorbed and digested by him in a short period of time, so it is not completely unreasonable to have such an illusion... Just like some things are accepted quickly by oneself, and even feel that this is It should be my own thoughts, isn't it normal?

However, after reviewing it over and over again, trying to be as objective as possible and searching several times, he finally found out that he was not sure -

Some of the ideas are ideas that I have had before, but I have not really set up a project to deduce the research, but now they have appeared in my cognition, as if they have been polished thousands of times, and have become the ultimate result of true perfection... …

Some frameworks are mature plans that he has already started to conduct research on before, and he has even established a rough idea, but now he has obtained a more complete and complete final product, which has surpassed the stage of his sketches and design plans...

There are also some techniques that I have never thought of, whether they are newly created or improved, optimized and adjusted, but even though I have never thought of them, I can still see some of my own unique styles and ideas...

It’s like hell! It's like it happened in the distant future, and it's like a completed gift left to the past!

After being stunned for a long time, the magician looked at the time and space with an extremely complicated mood, and at Solomon who seemed to be relaxed. At this moment, his heart was in chaos, and countless thoughts flashed through him.

——Is there something I don’t know, something I can’t confirm yet…

——It’s just that the other party probably doesn’t know, and I can’t send a message to ask now…

Because Xia Ran could feel that the reason why he appeared here was to wait for the other party to "return" these things to him.

And after this thing is completed, I will be out of this state, and I am losing contact with that piece of time and space.

The resonance with those nodes began to become no longer clear, and the links and connections between them seemed to be becoming ambiguous and blurred, as if they would lose synchronization and disconnect at any time...

The pictures he saw began to become distorted, and the sounds he heard seemed as if the signals in the communication had been seriously interfered with. He didn't know if the world was moving away, or if his own consciousness was moving away.

After that, Xia Ran couldn't sense anything anymore.

…

…

Temple of the Crown of Time.

The ground beneath my feet began to shake, and there was an obvious tremor in the entire space, as if an earthquake had occurred. The strange plants in the distance that were wrapped around the rock formations as their foundations to form the land were all broken, and the suspended rock blocks high in the sky were also like Falling like hail!

Everything is falling apart, and this entire inherent barrier has begun the process of falling apart——

Because this time crown temple, which existed in an imaginary space isolated from the normal flow of time and was made by amplifying King Solomon's body, the basis for its continued existence has been swept away and completely ceased to exist.

Therefore, this magic workshop has become a castle in the air with no foundation for its continued existence. It is losing touch with reality, becoming illusory, and will completely die.

Feeling that the calm and emotionless, familiar yet unfamiliar sight that seemed to come from the void disappeared, Solomon sighed in despair, knowing that he was no longer being watched.

Then, he showed a relieved smile.

Just like when he was alive, He did not stop Himself from returning Heaven's favor without authorization, announcing that from now on, the destiny will not be handed over to Almighty God, but the era will come when human beings will live by their own will.

But this is normal, right? Even the last ring he held was a distant gift left to the future according to His instructions when he died, but it turned out to be the key to saving humanity.

Without this ring as a holy relic, he would not have been summoned by his former director eleven years ago, would not have participated in the Holy Grail War, would not have made a wish to become a human and remain in the world, and would not have had the chance to solve the problem. Goetia...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The demon king Goetia on the throne made a tragic sound. It held its head in its hands and howled hysterically. It was desperate and resentful, like a wild dog forced to the end of a dead end alley.

It felt extreme pain and discomfort, because it had lost the powerful feeling that had never lacked any existence since its birth. Its performance was weakened and reduced at the speed of light, and its own existence was gradually dwarfed.

fear.

anger.

Hate.

As the end crumbles, feelings it has never experienced take its limbs. Because the union could no longer be maintained, the limbs gradually collapsed, and the seventy-two demon pillars gradually stopped functioning based on their own judgment.

I don’t understand the fear that wants to scream for help, I don’t understand the whimpering that wants to plead not to take away all this.

So regretful, so anxious, so embarrassed, I don’t even understand it.

I can't bear it, I really can't bear it... That's why I'm afraid.

"Doctor...? What did you do!?"

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a trembling voice. She saw that Dr. Roman's body seemed to be collapsing, like an accelerated weathering lens in a documentary.

"I just abandoned everything I owned. If this realm was the body of King Solomon, it would have collapsed by now." The doctor smiled calmly, "Because I abandoned everything I own. This body and life, of course, have also collapsed." It will disappear, which is the so-called self-destruction attack."

"...Are you going...to die?"

"Although it's scary and sad, this is something I can do." The doctor stared seriously into the girl's eyes and said apologetically, "You and Matthew taught me this choice. If I had made it earlier, Those who stood up... it was really embarrassing, and I ended up not being smart enough in the end."

"..."

"..."

The girl bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

"It's finally time. The last thing I saw was your victory." Dr. Roman smiled and said seriously, "Also, you don't have to worry about it after the sixth singularity, although you will still have to face each other later. Yes, but it is no longer a singularity at that time, maybe you can still get help from there."

"I...I don't understand..."

"You will understand later..." The doctor's figure began to fade. "For survival, there is no distinction between good and evil. Even if you are ignorant, just scream with all your strength. No matter how many mistakes you make, no matter how many mistakes you make, Owing countless debts..."