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Chapter 559 Copying the Book of Ten Thousand Laws
Chapter 47 Copying the Book of Ten Thousand Laws

"Akasha records?"

An Ruosi was slightly taken aback, and asked back in disbelief, "Isn't that completely destroyed?"

"That's right. The original recorded by Akasha is indeed completely destroyed."

Merlin closed the ancient scroll in his hand, nodded and said slowly: "However, this does not mean that there are no transcripts in the Akasha records."

"... Transcripts? There are also transcripts in the Akasha records?"

Merlin nodded slightly, without replying, but handed the slate to Angus, and let go of the ancient scroll.

As he let go, the ancient scroll curled up and floated in the air, as if being pulled by some kind of force, it slowly flew to a corner of the sea of ​​stars, and then fixed itself, turning into a star again.

Merlin glanced at the ancient scroll that had turned into stars again, and then opened his hand in another direction.A star in the background of the night was summoned, and immediately faded out of color, turning into a pure white ball of light and flying towards Merlin.

The ball of light landed steadily in Merlin's hands, and the light dissipated, turning into a hexagonal prism made of amethyst.

Afterwards, he continued, "Look at this slate. This is the ritual map drawn by the half-dragon priest."

"This is a half-dragon of the Mosnod species. They are a relatively gentle dragon species. They prefer art and ritual to swords."

"On the eve of the Master's Rebellion, with the fall of the Lord of the Sword Seat and the rise of wars, the rule of the Persian Saks was in jeopardy. These Mosnords, who were priests of Akasha and possessed the ability to predict, began to master the half-dragon the power of man."

"These thin, red-skinned men believe that the inspiration gained during the ceremony is a sacred experience that cannot be described in words. If you want to record this experience, you can only use plastic arts such as painting and clay. Although their paintings are ordinary people I can't understand the content, but the inner spirit is indeed expressed... As for how to understand this spirit, it is our task."

Having said this, Merlin put his hand on his forehead, and said softly, "I praise you, because you are the father of truth."

"——The creator of all kinds of miracles!"

An Ruosi immediately continued the second half of the sentence, and the rune on his left arm began to flash a gray-purple light.

After a short delay, his and Merlin's pupils instantly turned into a color deeper than the starry sky, and a smoke-like purple glow flickered in the pupils like lightning.

The next moment, with the sudden burst of lightning, the pretense of the world in front of him was stripped away.

It's as if the flesh and blood of a person has been taken away, leaving only the bones—no, it is more accurate to say that everything from nerves to muscle lines to bones and internal organs can be seen clearly.The world in front of him is not described by some kind of information he feels, but a deeper and seemingly mechanical multiple overlapping truth.

If the barrier of repulsion is used to simulate the touch of human skin, the barrier of illusion is used to simulate images and sounds, the barrier of temperature is used to simulate body temperature, and the sentences of the White Tower secret language are used to simulate the way of thinking...if we continue to repeat and improve it, the final [creation] will be from There is no difference in perception from humans.In this way, from the perspective of a third party, it is not wrong to say that it is a human being.

And An Ruosi's vision is to reverse this process.

All real creations are disassembled by him into some single-level things.For example, a book will be disassembled into information and the carrier of information, while the blank paper will still be disassembled again, and finally only countless sentences close to the essence will be left, pouring into An Ruosi's brain in the form of pure information .

Others read the content of the book, but An Ruosi read the book itself.

This is the Eye of Aum - the divine power of the same name as the Sage, a supernatural ability bestowed only on the Chosen and the Pope.It's not that the Eye of Aum is stingy, but except for a very small number of abnormal people, this kind of illusion will only drive people crazy.

When An Ruosi used this perspective to look at the world for the first time, he first felt a deep bewilderment, and then a sense of floating and satisfaction that expanded violently. After a long time, there was only endless emptiness left and sad.

In the past few months, he has quickly read one-third of the books of the White Tower. An Ruosi relies on such supernatural powers.

Such a gift of convenience made An Ruosi quite dependent.Presumably, after getting used to this learning method of skipping the steps of reading and directly inhaling the essence of the work into the brain, and then go back and read slowly, no one will be used to it.

After opening the magic eye, An Ruosi only got used to it for a few seconds, then lowered his head and fixed his eyes on the stone slab in his hand.The next moment, the inner essence of the soul painting on the slate flooded directly into An Ruosi's mind.

The vast data stream surged for about three or four seconds, and the glow that was so bright that it was almost white slowly extinguished from An Ruosi's eyes.The space composed of countless floating concepts was gradually perfected and turned into a material world again.

"Copy the Book of Ten Thousand Laws? A prophecy written by the priest of Mosnod? A tome that records all the secrets until the fall of Gaia's father?"

An Ruosi paused, after digesting the flow of information, he said thoughtfully: "Actually, teacher, I don't quite believe that such a thing really exists."

"Among the seven saints, the power of the late-knowing is the most coveted by mages—because the only field their spells do not involve is prophecy. This is a miracle that they cannot replicate anyway. If the half-dragons will This treasure book that composes the history of the next 900 years is dedicated to Tyre. At least they will not be exterminated directly by a disagreement. Not to mention that the whole clan has won the honor of the gods and enjoyed the glory and wealth, at least they will not be exterminated. As the head of the gods, you still have this level of tolerance."

"As for being buried in a certain place, it is even more impossible--the place swept by the coalition forces of the gods, all valuable things should be swept away under the effect of treasure hunting. Take a step back... If this book In the end, it was not dedicated to Tire, but fell into the hands of someone, so he should have become a great figure relying on this prophecy for eight or nine hundred years. But obviously, there is no There is such a person—”

"—what if it's not a person, but an organization?"

Merlin suddenly spoke and interrupted An Ruosi: "Or... a person who keeps changing identities?"

An Ruosi was taken aback.

"... Teacher, you are so sure that this book exists, could it be..."

"You guessed right, little An Ruosi. I... Or, we are the first owners of this book."

Merlin sighed deeply, staring at the amethyst held in the palm of his hand with eyes gleaming with purple mist, and read all the information engraved on the inside of the amethyst.

"Generally people call our blockage the 'Ya'an Seed Benefits Committee'. If the real name of the organization is translated, it is the 'Promiser'."

With that said, Merlin let go of the amethyst in his hand and let it float back by itself.

He looked at An Ruosi with his eyes that were shining with purple mist, and said softly: "Go to Clavi and Este. It is said that the copying of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws has indeed changed positions, and the name of the previous owner has appeared. After that, it’s up to them to decide.”

"who's that person?"

Andrews asked.

Merlin took a deep breath and said softly:
"—The name of the traitor is, Victor. Professor Victor."

(End of this chapter)