The world-devouring dragon

On March 6, 1600, a person was busy in the laboratory of the University of Padua, Italy.

At this moment, Italy is extremely curious about Greece and Rome. Many scholars are keen on restoring the engineering and equipment of Greece and Rome, which has given rise to scholar consultants. Many noble lords will choose to hire a knowledgeable scholar as a consultant to improve various projects. kind of military equipment. For Galileo, who was now a university professor, he was exploring something unprecedented...

"sand……"

The pen kept drawing drawings, and two pieces of transparent glass were placed next to the drawings.

Drawing drawings from time to time, the young scholar would pick up two pieces of transparent glass from time to time, look at them carefully, and confirm the details before continuing to draw. His azure eyes were shining with excitement. What he was about to create was something unprecedented.

However, before he could finish, an apprentice suddenly came and whispered something in his ear. Galileo was stunned for a moment, and the pen in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground...

On February 17, 1600, Bruno was burned to death in the Campo de' Fiori in Rome on charges of "heretic beliefs" because of his heliocentric theory.

After a long time, Galileo lowered his head in silence and said nothing. He just waved his hand and signaled the apprentice to leave. The apprentice also knew Galileo's mood at the moment and did not dare to ask more questions, so he left quietly.

"Roll..."

With the sound of closing the door, Galileo's left hand, which was firmly supporting the table and was covered by his body, finally could no longer support it. The strength in his body seemed to be drained away. He was in a daze before his eyes, staggered, and finally fell. He fell to the ground and fell into the many debris in the laboratory.

…

"My master, you don't need to be so shocked. The Roman Church will not affect you. It's just that...it's better to say less about the 'heliocentrism' in the future."

In the old house, Galileo was lying on the hospital bed. The surrounding tables and bookshelves were full of various instruments and books. An old housekeeper stood beside Galileo's hospital bed and lowered his head and said, and in the middle of the sentence, this The old servant also hesitated before persuading.

He understood the importance of heliocentric theory to Galileo, but he couldn't persuade him. Although the church claimed that Bruno died because of his "belief in the sun," in fact the root cause was known to everyone. If heliocentric theory was promoted again, sooner or later it would be affected. to one's own master.

However, Galileo on the sickbed shook his head gently, and after a long silence, he murmured in a low voice.

"My heart aches not for me, but for the loss of a scholar in the world."

"Owner……"

The steward wanted to persuade him again, but Galileo just waved his hand, and the steward had no choice but to retreat.

The dormitory was filled with the smell of herbs, but Galileo just stared at the ceiling above his head...

One night a few months later, Galileo carefully adjusted the device in his hand. It was a long tube-shaped thing, almost as long as a man's height, and it was quite difficult to hold it with both hands.

Holding the device he made in his hand, the professor from the University of Padua put his eyes close to the end of the long tube for the first time...

At that moment, what emerged before him was a new world that no one had seen.

In the huge image, the moon has become unprecedentedly huge and clear, so much so that the spots on it are revealed. Places that were once regarded as shadows by humans are actually tiny craters.

"..."

With his mouth wide open, the scholar could not make a sound at all. He could only look at the spots on the moon in vain. The heliocentric theory is correct. There is no doubt that human beings' past perceptions of the world were wrong. This world It is far vaster than human imagination.

The moon is just a new world, a huge world that is no different from the earth.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha……"

The ecstatic scholar smiled, but eventually shed tears.

…

42 years later, in the early morning of January 9, 1642, Galileo Galilei's former home in Arcetri, near Florence.

"Rumble..."

There was thunder in the gloomy sky, like the wrath of the sky, and a thin drizzle kept falling. The famous scholar passed away the day before, but he was severely sanctioned by the Holy See but his later life was miserable, so that not many people came to express condolences. .

"clatter……"

However, in the midst of the drizzle, there was a pair of slender feet wearing high heels, splashing a little water, and accompanied by a dozen black umbrellas coming like dark clouds, silently pressing towards the old house.

Under a dozen black umbrellas, there is a group of adult men and women wearing black robes. They are silent. The robes cover their bodies very well. Only the occasional scars on their necks, cheeks, and backs of hands can be vaguely seen. There is a coldness hidden under the calmness.

"Boom..."

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned white, and lightning illuminated the whole world.

However, in this white light, no one moved or even blinked once. Just like the ancient Greek sculptures, they silently endured the discomfort caused by the instant white light. They are waiting for an order, and as long as there is an order, they will execute it without hesitation, no matter how cruel and cruel it is.

But at the moment when the order was about to be issued.

"squeak……"

The closed door of the manor opened, and an old housekeeper who looked to be in his fifties walked out. He didn't look surprised when he saw the dozen or so people holding black umbrellas. He just bowed slightly and spoke slowly.

"Good morning, guests."

No one responded, there was a dead silence, only a dozen pairs of pupils stared at him silently.

The old housekeeper raised his head, his body hunched over due to his old age. If there is still an old man alive in the past, he will be able to realize that he is very similar to the old housekeeper back then, but the subtle differences still reveal the identity of his nephew.

"My old master...before he passed away, he once told me that a group of guests would be coming. He asked me to entertain you and take away something here according to your wishes."

The old butler said, except for the initial subtle pause, the butler's performance was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was no omission.

"Your master knew we were coming."

The deep female voice spoke for the first time, and the indifferent leading woman looked at the housekeeper in front of her.

Only then did the housekeeper see the face of the leading woman.

She was a very beautiful Italian woman, with deep eyes, a straight nose, and long brown hair tied together. However, the black robe she wore was too cold and chilling, which damaged her stunning charm. .

"Yes, my old master has already known about your arrival. He also said that if you come during the day, he will give you things. If you come at night, then..."

As he spoke, the housekeeper paused for no reason, raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman in front of him with his old eyes, showing unexpected calmness and determination, and spoke word by word.

"Even if I die, I can't let anything fall into your hands."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In the sky, accompanied by roaring sounds, furious thunder roared in the clouds.

In front of the housekeeper, the woman and Hei Umbrella showed no signs of movement. They were terrifyingly calm. Those dozen pairs of eyes didn't look like the eyes that humans should have at all. They were too calm.

"Pattering..."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

"But we didn't come at night."

The leading woman just said something coldly.

Looking at the dozen black umbrellas in front of him, the old housekeeper pressed his hat with his hand. Using the cover of the hat, his old eyes calmly observed the people in front of him, and he just leaned forward again and spoke slowly.

"Yes, guest..."

There were no twists and turns in the process of transporting the target object. One person in the black umbrella loaded the object with only a package. Then one of them whispered something in the ear of the leading female. The leading female's eyes moved slightly, and she used said a stiff voice.

"Old housekeeper, let's go quickly, another group of guys will be here soon."

When the old housekeeper heard this, he just narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly.

"I am already old. When I get old, I tend to get nostalgic. There is no one else in this manor. Let me, an old man, stay here and see what keeps my old master awake at night."

As he spoke, the old butler stretched his white-gloved left hand into his arms and took out a letter wrapped in oil paper.

"This is what the old master left behind during his lifetime. He asked me to give it to you, and he left a message for me to tell you..."

He looked at the thing with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

The leading woman did not speak, but waited indifferently for the old housekeeper's final message.

"The old master said...the sky is the universe."

Thunder was rolling in the sky, and rain was falling in the sky.

The leading woman listened to those words and remained silent as before. She didn't say anything more. She just left like a dark cloud with the many black umbrellas behind her. Until she walked far away, she could still vaguely see the old man standing in the rain.

…

A few days later, somewhere.

More than a dozen old monks gathered in a circle, with only a sculpture of a heroic girl less than arm high in the middle. The leader among them looked at the letter that had just been opened and the contents inside. After being silent for a while, he whispered What happened...

After that, the letter was solemnly preserved, and only a few people had the opportunity to see it.

"To the Priory of Sion who have never met... At this moment, I must have passed away. You must also wonder why we have never met, but I can know your existence. But while I am dying here, Now, my consciousness is no longer very clear and I can’t see clearly so I can only dictate it and let my butler Sergio write it.”

"The Priory of Sion is such an amazing group, but I didn't know you existed until three years ago, but why did I suddenly know about it? It's precisely because my eyes are nearly blind that I can see more things... …Everyone thought my eyes were damaged from looking directly at the sun through a telescope, but actually… I saw something indescribable.”

"That sculpture is the source of my nightmares. It is more mysterious than anyone thinks. It is almost the source of power of the entire world, the root power of the entire world. Even if it is said to be a god, it is not an exaggeration. You may have come into contact with it before Passed it, and even once tried to seal it with those runes. That Sir Leonardo da Vinci once knew many secrets about it, but those were just appearances! It was all in vain!"

"It is not a dead thing, it is alive, and it is pulling the fate of the entire world."

"At this moment, from what I can see, there are more than tens of thousands of weird creatures trying to find it. They worship it, respect it, and regard it as faith. However, it does not respond to those weird creatures, even though its The existence itself is attracting those weirdos, and even consciously makes it impossible for weirdos to find it. This is why since it was lost from your hands sixty-seven years ago, neither you nor the weirdos have been able to find it again. The reason is that I, an ordinary person, owns it and doesn’t know it..."

"That night more than sixty years ago, that dream was really too real. When my research continued to match that dream, I didn't know whether it was a dream or reality..."

"What exactly does it want to do? What is its purpose? I can't understand it, but I can vaguely realize that I seem to have become his puppet. My works, thoughts, contributions... everything is its intention. Manipulating me to achieve a certain purpose..."

"I'm not a very brave person. I can't be as outspoken as Bruno and not afraid of death. But after that night's dream, every memory will make me feel deep pain and torture. That powerful and eternal power, The overly beautiful appearance makes me unable to restrain myself from feeling worship and fear. Fear and worship are like two sides of the same body. It is precisely because of fear that worship is inseparable..."

"I can no longer fight against it. I can't even think about it. I surrender to it completely..."

"But even so, I still try to leave something behind and leave some help to future generations."

"Monks of the Priory, if one day you find a person who can be called the wisest, then please give this letter to him. It contains the only guidance that I can give it..."