Asian Girl Completion Manual

Chapter 521 Extra: Baimon’s Library

"Buzz buzz!"

I don't know how deep and dark the depths of darkness are. As a strange wave flashed by, a square book suddenly appeared from mid-air, and fell towards the darkness in front of me as if traveling through time.

"Ouch!"

The book that was constantly tumbling in mid-air turned over with difficulty in mid-air, trying its best to control its falling downwards. Although, his "face" with only one eye on the book cover looked around the darkness nervously and vigilantly, as if to determine the surrounding environment.

After feeling the extremely hot atmosphere here and the strong atmosphere of terror, even though he was reading a book, he still inevitably retreated a short distance in fear.

"The great book Sir Emhart really did it! I succeeded, I really came here through the [door] discovered earlier! The [Demon Dynasty] where the legendary demons live. I have smelled a lot of temptations. It smells like a human being, where is it?"

Yes, at this moment, the book entering this bottomless abyss is Sir Emhart of the Book.

He had been traveling above the ground for a long time before. He only remembered that he was the creation of a great saint, and he also knew the concept of the sanctuary, but for some reason, when he wanted to recall specific scenes and other memories, his mind would become blurry, like It was like someone had violently ripped all of this away.

Having lost his memory, Emhard wandered and searched in the world for a long time, hoping to find any clues about the past of the Holy Land and the Holy Descendants, but unfortunately, his harvest was not abundant.

But previously, he found a portal left by demon attendants in an extremely secret ruins in the southern continent. Although it was a broken one, it could not trouble the most intelligent and intelligent holy object in the world. Mhat.

Legend has it that demons are ancient beings as famous as the saints. If you find the demon dynasty where the demons live, there must be records about the sanctuary there.

After a lot of effort, Emhardt finally repaired the portal and is now teleported here.

Emhard stayed behind the protrusions of the rock wall, letting those natural protrusions serve as his shelter, and he fell layer by layer, meter by meter, into the dark, hot abyss below.

"Don't be afraid, great Sir Book, the demons have been sealed by the Mother Goddess. They can't do anything, yes, that's right, it's like this. As long as you follow the taste of knowledge and find what I'm looking for, it doesn't matter."

He kept encouraging himself in his heart, and as he landed, the scene below the end of the deep cave finally hit his eyes.

I saw that after passing under this vertical cave, there was an extremely broad space. I don’t know how big it is exactly, but it was like an endless sea of ​​magma. And above the sea of ​​magma, there were several sparsely distributed buildings. A very strange looking building. The symmetrical beauty of the building is like a twisted and chaotic whirlpool that makes people feel uneasy.

And the most important thing is that Emhardt vaguely saw the fire pillars that were hidden and restricted under the magma. In the center of the fire pillars, there were shadows that made him feel very scary just by their breath.

Is that the body of demons?

It was only at this moment that Emhardt realized that the ocean of magma seemed to be some kind of terrible confinement. Looking carefully, the vortex of magma was constantly twisting, unconsciously forming symbols of eternal power. Symbol: "∞"

"Ha, sure enough, these demons are all sealed."

The space below was dead silent, as if there was no life at all. It seemed that just as he had learned before, all the demons were now sent, and no one could care about him at all!

After carefully observing for a long time, Emhardt finally confidently and generously jumped down from the cave above.

Now, he was about to find where the scent of delicious knowledge was.

Emhart floated above the magma, struggling to find his target among the sulfur and the stench of some kind of burning, but for the world's greatest book knight, none of this was a problem.

Ha, there it is!

He quickly found the corresponding clue in a building on magma.

What is completely different from other chaotic buildings is that the building looks perfect even to Emhart's extremely picky aesthetic point of view. The building is divided into upper and lower floors and is composed of inner and outer layers that are constantly rotating, like A conceptual eye is as beautiful as a whirlpool in the ocean.

The building stood quietly on the magma, as if it were the center of the demon dynasty, but there was no sound at all. Presumably its owner was also locked under the magma like her compatriots.

Emhard quickly arrived in front of the building, only to see that the door of the building reflected Emhard floating in mid-air like a huge mirror. The door was closed tightly, and Emhard, who was so small in front of it, couldn't help but wonder how he was going to open it.

But at this moment, a few lines of text suddenly flashed on the mirror of the door,

“I am what I am, I am what I think.”

"I am the song that cannot be heard, I am the eye that cannot see."

"Excuse me, what am I?"

Emhard tilted his head and looked at the words in front of him, smiled contemptuously, and murmured,

"Ha, it turned out to be a riddle. It seems that these demons with horns and tails are also guys with brains."

Emhard thought for several seconds, and then said tentatively,

"soul."

"Kakaka!"

As Emhardt's answer came out, the mirror-like door in front of him opened a very thin gap in the middle, and then automatically opened inside, revealing a bright space with a faint fragrance inside.

"Haha, the great Sir Shu is indeed the smartest being in the world."

His square and book-like face turned up unconsciously, looking proud and arrogant.

In just an instant, he was attracted by the fatal temptation of every book inside, and he couldn't wait to enter it. He didn't even know that the mirror-like door behind him was closing slowly.

And behind him, as the door closed, the words that appeared as riddles on the outside were reflected inward little by little, and finally turned into a very short name.

"Baimon"

The space inside is huge, but there is no structure like a bookshelf, let alone anything like books.

This is more like a studio than a library.

In the bright space, on the walls, on the erected drawing boards, and in the square picture frames, there are only pictures covered with rich oil paints.

The images presented in those pictures seemed to be seen from different perspectives, because there were many scenes that made Emhardt feel dizzy just looking at them.

He saw a vortex that seemed to be composed of countless golden tentacles that were constantly swirling in the depths of the infinite galaxy. Obviously that existence should be so conspicuous, occupying 70% to 80% of the entire painting, but even from the perspective of the painter, the existence hidden among the stars is so difficult to detect.

But Emhardt still saw it, and the shrinking tentacles seemed to be from the painter's perspective.

Escape?

When he saw that thing, Emhart's eyes seemed to be on fire and he wanted to quickly divert his attention. It was at this moment that he saw a line of titles written in saintly script at the bottom of the frame, It says,

"coward"

Emhart did not understand the connotation of the words on the screen at all, but this did not prevent him from crying with excitement, because after so long, he finally saw the authentic writing of the saint.

In other words, the owner of the painting in front of him is very likely to be the great saint he has been looking for for a long time!

These damn demons actually have clues about the Saints, great!

He couldn't wait to move forward and read more and more paintings in this huge space, but to be honest, he couldn't understand most of them. Many paintings even made him want to vomit unconsciously. He could only understand the saint's words below. .

Emhard didn't dare to look at those pictures because he had already begun to feel the pages of his book beginning to move, so he had to close his eyes and continue walking forward, finally skipping those pictures. We arrived at the center of the first floor.

Here, instead of seeing more clues about the sanctuary, he saw other even weirder pictures.

He saw a small room with only a few and a half stacks. The walls and the TV were covered with papers filled with strange black words, while a human girl just knelt on the ground blankly. I don't know why, that girl has no head

He saw a city covered with steel forests and neon lights. Under the neon lights, countless people with mechanical bodies were shouting, and in the sky, a man tied himself to a rocket-like body. Like a virus spreading out of machinery

He saw the ruins of a city that had been plowed by artillery fire, and a disheveled blond woman shedding bloody tears, her eyes almost jumping out of her sockets, tightly holding the body of an already stiff girl in her arms.

He saw a drunk, kneeling, and roaring man in front of two tombstones. The two tombstones read "Caleb Uzi's Favorite Wife" and "Caleb Uzi's Favorite Daughter" respectively. ”.

Um?

Wait, why can I suddenly see the words clearly?

Emhard thought this in a daze, but his eyes unconsciously looked back. Behind him, there were several paintings like this, but before he could finish them, a gentle female voice stopped him from behind. he,

"Emhart?"

Emhard turned his head blankly, and saw at the end of the colorful space covered with countless paints behind him, a holy, gentle woman wearing a white robe was standing in the shadow, and the shadow just covered her. The upper body above the chest.

But even though he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, Emhard always wanted to shed tears when he looked at that figure. He murmured unconsciously,

"Mother."

The woman seemed surprised as well, so she quickly extended her hand to him.

"Emhart, come here quickly, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Mother!"

Emhart could no longer control himself and flew over and fell into her warm embrace. At this moment, Emhart seemed to finally feel peaceful. Even if he had been searching for so long in the world, as long as he could find it at this moment He felt it was worth it to create his own saint.

"Why. Why do you stay in the devil's abyss? What happened in the Holy Land before? Why are you all gone, leaving me alone in this world? Tell me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Emhart. There's nothing my mother can do."

The gentle arm gently touched Emhart's book cover, and he spoke like a lullaby,

"because."

"Because my mother died a long time ago"

Emhart, who closed his eyes, heard this voice that was like babble or whispering. Immediately after, the whole book felt extremely cold. He opened his eyes and looked up, only to see the female figure in white robe in front of him. There was no head, and behind her, countless arms with eyes were stretching out from the darkness, grabbing the limbs of the woman holding Emhardt's body.

"Ahhhhh!"

Emhart was so frightened that he quickly stood up and backed away, but he seemed to have lost all strength and fell to the ground.

"Emhart!! Where are you going?!!"

"Help me! Help mom!"

The disassembled body grabbed by countless arms screamed and rushed towards Emhardt. Emhardt was so frightened that he flew back wildly, but it seemed that it was already too late.

All around, the space covered in paint seemed to come alive.

He seemed to have seen countless other bright worlds, and saw the intelligent beings living in those worlds. Many were similar to the humans here, and many were like giant bugs or a ball of sticky rubber.

He seemed to see ships with strange shapes traveling in the universe; he seemed to see countless creatures living and building their homes on the surface of a white "sun".

Those ones

What are those?

At this moment, he seemed to see countless civilizations, and saw creatures with different shapes, cultures, and ideas creating their own architecture, art, and philosophy.

He saw how countless creatures reproduced, how they fought with each other, and how they communicated.

A black sludge-like substance continued to pour out of Emhart's running body, and together with his eyes and mouth, it continued to flow out of the "monster mother" who was chasing after him.

It was not because the knowledge he saw polluted him, but because this was the residence of certain beings, and it was His own breath that polluted Emhart.

But there is no doubt that he understands better.

Although he didn't want to think about these things at all, the messy thoughts in his mind surged out on their own.

He couldn't help but think about why the world in those moving pictures looked so different from ours. Could it be that these were all made up by the painter?

Why, there was never a concept called "soul" in the world where they were born?

Or

It exists, but they have never noticed it?

But why, the souls in the spiritual world of our world have entities and are gathered together?

As Emhardt who has searched for so much knowledge, he has a deep understanding of many things, but for some reason, he is quite involved in the spiritual world, but he can't find any news about the Holy Realm.

"Emhart!!"

The sounds of countless severed limbs came one after another, but Emhardt could no longer fly. He fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength. He thought desperately and unwillingly,

"It's over, Lord Saint, I can't find you."

But right before his eyes, a pair of white and tender toes emerging from the shadows gradually took shape.

It turned out that it was a real figure wearing a white robe who came down from the second floor.

"Okay, Camel, don't chase him, he's [scared] by my breath."

"Woo~"

camel?

Just when Emhart was thinking about this blankly, a pair of white and tender hands suddenly reached down and gently held him in her hands. Then, she casually hooked her fingers.

"Tear!!"

"Ahhh!"

As Emhardt let out a miserable scream, two pieces of paper stained with some kind of black substance were torn and flew out of his body.

This seemed to cause Emhart so much pain that he couldn't even open his eyes for a moment.

But with his increasingly blurry vision, he could still see the surrounding scene clearly.

All the squirming and alive pictures around him became quiet and never moved at all; and at this moment, a huge camel face came over again, humming a song and looking at him curiously.

It’s really a camel

He was thinking this in a daze, and the next moment, the face of a stunningly beautiful woman with short blond curly hair caught Emhart's sight.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether the being in front of him was an angel or a demon, so he could only remember the crooked crown on her head as a reference.

"Hello, little one, we meet again."

"again"

"Ah, I forgot. This is the second time you've torn the pages out of the book, so you forgot some things. But it doesn't matter, you will remember it later. Let me introduce myself first, my name is [Baimon]."

"bye"

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. You will be very impressed with me later."

"."

Emhart didn't have time to comprehend the hidden meaning in her words, but looking at her smiling blue-gold dilated pupils, he only felt creepy.

So, he was very disappointed and fainted as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Woo~"

The camel next to him raised his head in confusion and snorted at the woman in front of him.

But Baimon only shook her head to express that it was okay. Then, she held the unconscious Emhard with her left hand and walked towards the second floor.

Only then did the paintbrush held in the right hand of the woman named "Baimon" emerge from the shadows.

She appears to be painting.

As she walked into the second floor, it turned out that there were more completed paintings here.

There is a shadow hidden deep in the seabed. Looking around, it seems that countless faces with different shapes and expressions can be vaguely seen in the shadow; there is a shadow hidden in the cracks, which seems to be composed of countless bubbles put together. A strange existence; there is a huge existence hidden between the darkness of the universe and the bright stars. If you look closely, it seems that the stars have just been born.

There are a few pictures left, but they are all placed in small frames and obscured by the picture in front.

The blond woman hummed and walked forward, and soon passed by a larger picture.

In the center of the picture, there is a human woman with disheveled hair and ragged clothes. She puts her hand on her cheek and yawns at the demihuman woman passing by in the distance. But for some reason, no one noticed that this human woman was so strange.

Below, the words of the saint used as the title are a little crooked, seeming to indicate the rare excitement of the person who painted the painting.

"The damn fish that slipped through the net"

Baimon, who was holding Emhardt and the brush, quickly stopped. In front of her was an unprecedentedly huge canvas. The picture in the center of the canvas was exquisite, and the delicate brushwork could be seen.

In the picture, there is a sleeping face of a black-haired man with his upper body bare. His face is handsome, and there is a kindness on his face that perhaps even he himself is not aware of. It is as peaceful as if he is immersed in a lullaby. .

In other pictures, there is never any content or information related to the painter, just like everything seen in the eyes of an extremely nameless viewer.

The painter, the audience, or the singer recorded everything they saw with unprecedented cold brushstrokes or sounds, carrying all the stories like a vast ocean.

But only, in the painting in front of me, there is a little clue.

In the hand of the naked black-haired man, there is still a white palm of the person who recorded the picture tightly grasped. If you look closely, it looks like the singing voice stretching out from outside the picture to tightly grasp the sleeping person.

But I don’t know if the gravity in the painting is too heavy, or if it’s just like a mirror, the moon in the water, Baimeng couldn’t bring him out even if he tore the entire canvas into pieces.

But Baimon just stared at the sleeping man in the picture, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

Then, she gently sat in front of the huge canvas, stretched out her hand, pressed it on the canvas, and turned it around.

At the moment when the canvas rotated, the paint seeping from the front seemed like invisible lines, pulling together the originally invisible blocks of color.

Baimon looked at the connected lines. After hesitating for a moment, he turned the canvas over again and brought the man's sleeping face back to his sight.

Her white fingers traced the opponent's body on the canvas bit by bit, but they were unable to penetrate the back of the paper anyway, as if someone was silently competing against her.

But there was no extra expression on Baimeng's face. After a long time, she still raised the brush in her hand with a smile and put a mark on the bottom of the canvas.

"Fisher"

“The man who rejected the ocean did not know that the ocean had already arrived.”

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