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The feeling of being surrounded seeped out through the cracks in the walls and floors.

Fan Ning stepped onto the first step of the spiral staircase, then retracted his feet. He paced back and forth uneasily in the space, and more and more scraps of paper were found.

"Wake up, you should persuade this guy Bologna. Does he really think he can keep the school's leadership position in the extraordinary world like this?"

"Leave aside the crazy alternative construction method that meets the three conditions, hasn't Bologna considered the problem of "heaven's evil"? I am an alchemist alone, but his twin daughters... Strength gives birth to power. "

"If it really rises to the top of the dome, theoretically all blood relationships will be wiped out by "heaven's evil". "Mortal creatures understand that their ancestors or descendants are the Lord of Witnesses"? This is like "the existence between two parallel lines" "Intersection point" is also a fact that is not allowed to be established. At that time, all direct members of the family, including them in their best years, may face the curse of disintegration..."

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"Bologna has been discussing the method of "turning around" phases in seminars recently. I know what he is really thinking. He is actually still worried about his daughters. But when I openly and honestly discuss "heaven" with him, When it comes to whether "evil" exists, he thinks that this is just a trouble that exists in the eyes of mortal creatures. If he can really become the master of witness, what laws of nature do he need to respect? On the contrary, it should be the laws of nature that respect himself! In other words, He believes that the ancient Jie Yuan God has no such concerns, while the Zhiyuan God only intervenes too much..."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with this view, but I can't help but wonder, if you are already an impersonal witness, what issues will you consider about family members? The discussion ended in silence."

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"Mortal creatures are too sad. The secret history is just a projection of the past in the memory of the world. The Lord of Witness can control all world processes, including group memory, including the secret history that we revere. If we cannot rise higher, people will only Just living like a puppet."

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"Those beings listed above who live high in the house will choose their own image that can be understood by the world, so I have to do the same - something to prepare for a rainy day - I am now designing a witness talisman, my own witness talisman, The glow told me that it was a "chrysalis", and what he saw was a "crow". If you pray to me with this in the future, you will definitely receive my response. "

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"Bologna's pursuit is right, I admit it. But that method has big loopholes and may cause problems. This should be done with caution."

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"Things should stop first. You must know that the sorrow of ignorance in the world will never end, and I have risen high enough. I am no longer an insect. I live a relatively successful life."

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"I still haven't been able to resist the temptation. Everyone is born to pursue glory, so what's wrong with everything?"

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"The overly intense light flooded every corner, and I fully understood it all. Bologna succeeded, and so did I."

"Success?"

Fan Ning's hands were shaking slightly.

Are the three impossible conditions for "promoting to the Lord of Witnesses" and the conjecture proposed by Bologna really no problem? Can it really take effect?

Is there really a "fourth type of origin" of Plasmodium God in the world?

He gingerly opened the drawer under the hemispherical reading table.

A pile of messy and thin pieces of snowflake paper remained there, like a company employee's desk that had not been tidied up.

The last pile.

"Day after day I stayed in the attic, the pain increasing day by day. I have undoubtedly seen the light, but this filthy world is a joke. Even living high up in the house is so painful. No wonder everyone in the mud is alive. It’s even less interesting. My skin and bones have loosened and fallen off, my internal organs and brain are crawling all over the walls. I now have bundles of fingers, fistulas and lymph nodes growing every day. My eyeballs are as numerous as stars in the sky, and my mind and body are constantly changing. Split and grow in the fixed green. Maybe I will not die again, and all those who touch and devour will also grow and live, but these are me, but these are not me.”

"The door of the dome is by no means a door. The human body is the door. They passed through me. The whole world is full of keys. The whole world passed through me. I can't tell the difference. Everything is no longer clear. Already..."

“Did I become the Lord of Witnesses, or did the Lord of Witnesses become me?”

The profound color of the writing in the field of vision began to change, and eventually faded into a single green. It was no longer words. Each piece of paper showed a set of large and small green nested elliptical symbols, like a cluster of wriggling and sticky eggs. sheath.

Fear and despair struck Fan Ning, biting at his mind like a vicious wolf. He slammed the drawer hard and threw out all the scraps of paper in his hand!

The Secret of Immortality? "Split Chrysalis"? Contamination of the Alchemist Guild? The disappearance of Oakgun?

The Lord of Witness "Split Chrysalis" is Oakgun! He seized the HOS seat of the "Fountain in the Painting" and parasitized on the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" in a deformed way!

Unexpectedly, the first distortion of a knower that I personally experienced, Professor Lorraine's distortion, was caused by being contaminated after studying the "Split Chrysalis". Those signs and scenes were exactly the same as the changes described by Oakgun himself!

Especially the last sentence in the diary.

Did Oakgun become the "Split Chrysalis", or did the "Split Chrysalis" become Oakgun?

There is also a lot of confusion in terms of time or identity.

Okgang copied "The War of Persuasion" on the manuscript, recording the demise of the Immortal Esoteric Cult in advance?

Written by a historian of the Theoline Empire who claimed to be named "Jean Cosme"? The title page is filled with warnings from the scribe "Okgon", indicating that "Cosm" has been erased in every sense. More than 70% of the text in the first part of the book has been dyed black with paint? …

This time in the dream, Fan Ning felt very physically uncomfortable and almost felt sick due to the confusing sense of distortion and misalignment of all kinds of knowledge.

"If Oakgon was promoted to the 'Split Chrysalis', what would Bologna be promoted to?..."

"The method conceived by Bologna to achieve the three conditions, one sounds more incredible than the other, the 'divine nature' is only 30%. In order to perfectly obtain the 'Pleroma', he directly chose to strip away the other 70% spirituality and discard it; 'Gate of the Dome' 'If you can't open it, just use the event mapping in the hidden past to symbolically pass through..."

"If these two points are still too far away from me, then what disturbs me the most is the idea of ​​​​obtaining the seventh-highest level of 'grid' proposed by Bologna... What is meant by 'imitating the attainments, characteristics, achievements or feats of the target object' , confusing the judgment of the secret history, making it impossible to distinguish the difference between myself and the object in the eyes of the world'? Why does it sound so similar to what I have been doing for the next twenty years? He created these five mysterious paintings. Is it possible to think that his previous plan was also to confuse himself with the "character" of the "Fountain in the Painting"?

Including the fact that Bogorelic is now collecting the remains of the Origin God, probably also to achieve his ambition of the Origin God.

But judging from Oakgun's fate, he couldn't tell who became who in the end. This was really a huge horror and a huge irony.

"Boom!——" Another green lightning as thick as a bucket pierced the night sky.

Green slime oozed from the cracks in the wall, and colorful paint began to pour into the window at the end of the corridor.

Fan Ning's mind was buzzing with the impact of all kinds of high-level knowledge, but the current uneasy atmosphere urged him to barely take a breath and slowly step onto the spiral staircase at the end of the library.

Since the emergence of the Immortal Esoteric Cult, the "Chrysalis of Split" has been parasitic for so many years. To what extent have its evil entities grown now?

In this current situation, Fan Ning can only make a relatively optimistic and conservative estimate.

If it is a process similar to an exponential explosion, there is usually a transition period between the accumulation period and the explosion period. Over the years, at least nothing has happened to the Turner Museum of Art, with a series of changes such as cracking and stick-slip in the walls. It has only started to appear recently. Perhaps it can be considered that we are now at an inflection point before the outbreak?

While thinking about it, Fan Ning seemed to be dazzled when he saw that the spherical handrail on the second half of the spiral staircase had changed into multiple shapes like cauliflower.

Upstairs was a dilapidated restaurant that once had luxurious decorations, but whether it was an illusion or something, Fan Ning felt that the area on this floor was much larger than the library, which violated the original rule of the building becoming narrower as it goes up.

The long dining table was uncoordinatedly extended, with dusty candlesticks, dinner plates, knives and forks, and silk towels all placed above it. Even the relative positions of each set of tableware were exactly the same.

There are also an unreasonable number of doors in each restaurant room. The short side is less than ten meters wide and there is an average of one meter per door. The long side is countless. Fan Ning holds his breath and walks along the direction of the vertical edge of the building in his impression. , and opened one door after another with exactly the same style.

In a restaurant near the back, he stopped.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Commander Fan Ning." A familiar gloomy voice sounded.

Seven or eight meters away, He Meng and another gray-haired gentleman sat side by side at the end of the dining table. Behind them stood the three investigators from before, and Gang was no longer in the team.

A strange leaf half the size of a room door was placed on the edge of the dining table, vaguely emitting a rich and sweet breath of life. The patterns and symbols on it were as ancient and profound as the origin of the world.

Behind it is a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, and an illusory plane hangs in the thick night sky outside, with the wellhead showing a fluorescent green texture.

Return passage.

It has long been guarded by the Special Patrol Office.

But apart from this fact, the situation on a small spiral staircase on the side made Fan Ning frown even more.

It seemed to lead to an attic somewhere. The small stone door was already full of cracks, and green slurry gushed out like a foaming agent, flowing along the steps.

If Fan Ning guessed correctly, this is the attic scene where Oakgun was promoted to the "Split Chrysalis" of the Sesame God.

Perhaps it is because the new life of the Lord of Witness requires too much energy. For more than two hundred years, although He has been parasitic on the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" and used those transmutation conduits to absorb nutrients, But its body can now fill this room, and its influence on the outside world is basically hidden pollution.

Judging from the current damage to this door, it should have disintegrated and collapsed, but it seemed to be held up by another illusory purple door further ahead.

The level of its spiritual aura is far higher than that of Fan Ning, and even higher than the third level of the Deep Dawn curse seal he called before, but the light is already very weak, flickering and may disappear at any time.

And it gives people an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

Seeing Fan Ning's expression of contemplation, Salman also spoke: "Since Commander Fan Ning came up from the colorful mirror channel at the other end, some situations should be equally clear. Now you cooperate with us to suppress the 'painting' The activity of the remains of the "Split Chrysalis" will naturally come to an end after it is contained before things get worse.

After hearing this, Fan Ning raised his head. He looked at everyone with a sad look in his eyes, leaning on the dining table and asked slowly:

"What time is it now?"

"Maybe the night is falling, maybe it's approaching eight o'clock, maybe it's already midnight." The gray-haired gentleman who was very unfamiliar to Fan Ning sneered when he heard this: "But what does all this have to do with you, Fan Ning commanded ? Things need to be settled one by one. After discussing the issue of the remains of the God of Origin, we will discuss the issue of the Abnormal Zone back then. Just stay here with peace of mind..."

As he spoke, he directly raised a strange-looking dim yellow-green short-barreled firearm in his hand.

As he aimed, Fan Ning felt a cyclone with cutting power forming around him, as if with just a slight movement, bullets that could threaten spirituality would pour out of it.

"stop!"

A young, soft, yet cold voice came from behind Fan Ning.

This somewhat familiar voice made Fan Ning turn around in shock, and felt the direction of the cracked stone door in the attic again, and the smell of the purple invisible door holding outside. He seemed to think of something, but he seemed to be unable to think of anything.

A small humanoid figure is hanging behind her. Its outline is entirely composed of sketch-like purple fluorescent lines. Its female figure can be vaguely recognized, but it is difficult to distinguish the details further. She seems to have a hand in her hand. With a special small wooden box.

"You actually know this monster?" The gray-haired gentleman was startled, and he shrank his hands as if his confidence was affected. The cyclone surrounding Fan Ning was instantly filled with loopholes.

"Is she the one who snatched away the remains of the 'Hidden Lantern' that you kept?" He Meng stood up with a stern expression.

This time it was related to the collection of the remains of two source gods. The Special Inspection Office attached great importance to it and sent three Insighters and more than a dozen senior investigators to cooperate inside and outside. Unexpectedly, accidents occurred one after another. Gang was seriously injured by Fan Ning, and Irving was there. The action on the other side was inexplicably frustrated.

Out of the goal of at least being successful, it was a safe adjustment to change Gang to guard outside and let Owen come over to join him. He had just asked a messenger to spread the news, asking Gang who was in the back of the Turner Art Hall to allocate reinforcements to guard again. .

"Your whole family is a monster." The purple figure took a step forward and said coldly, "Can you find the coordinates of the remains of the 'Hidden Light' in the small town of Watznai? Can you suppress the misfolded pollution created by it? What can you do if you take action? If you don’t, you’ll say I’m a monster? ...and you’ll take it away. What happened to you? You’re just calling me out of a box?”

"You..." The gray-haired gentleman's face turned the color of pig liver.

Fan Ning looked at the purple figure hanging in the air and said cautiously: "You are..."

"Caron, I performed 'Sicilian Dance' with you yesterday, so you don't recognize me at all?"

The purple figure's voice was softer than nothing, but the reason for Fan Ning's sense of familiarity was still different from the previous cold temperament.

"You are..." Fan Ning was so surprised that he was about to speak, but the person from the Special Patrol Office was only seven or eight meters away. After he realized it, he still lowered his voice, "Qiong, is it you? Why did you come here? ?”

"If you still want to call me by my previous name, that's fine, but..." She raised her head again and stared at everyone in the Special Patrol Hall.

"Others, I suggest you call me 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' from now on."