He finally failed to push open the door of the study.

Because just the moment Viscount Dorgoruki said this.

In the shadow cast in front of the study, he suddenly stretched out a ferocious, anti-joint hideous arm composed of pure shadows.

It seemed as slow as it was fast, and it quickly poked out from the ground, grabbed Viscount's face, and the magic hand pushed Viscount backwards. While pushing him away from Annan, it also smashed him hard on the wall on the other side of the corridor!

Coincidentally, on the other side was a stone wall made of pebbles. The viscount, who was hit by the smooth stones, almost passed away. The body, whose joint-resistant shadow hand was pressed against the wall, subconsciously twitched.

"...You'd better make it clear, Your Excellency Viscount."

As if I had just woken up, the extremely light and low whisper sounded from behind Annan.

Zorgen had completely opened his eyes.

The silver-gray pupils were extremely cold, with a blue-blue halo, which seemed to be emitting cold air. The entire corridor was covered with faint frost marks, and the location close to the ground was as cold as an ice cellar.

"Hahahahahahahaha..."

The Viscount, who had a scar on his face, just couldn't help laughing.

It was a very pleasant laugh, as if I finally let go of something.

But he couldn't laugh for long.

"Um."

He was slowly lifted from the wall by the anti-joint shadow hand and held it in the air.

Then he tried hard to shoot Viscount Dorgoruki again on the wall.

Zorgen used a little force this time, so that Viscount couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

A mouthful of dark red, sticky and dirty blood.

That is the blood that only dead people will have.

Zorgen's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Zhuoya.

"Look at his neck, wrists and ankles."

Zhuo Ya thought for a moment and immediately responded: "There is also the skin on the heart."

Soon, a counter-joint shadow hand stretched out from each person's shadow and rushed forward, completely tearing the whole body of the Viscount, who was still laughing wildly.

As expected, they found a thin black thread at the viscount's throat, which was only about six or seven centimeters, usually covered by their chin. It was like a rough method when sewing two pieces of cloth, like an ellipsis.

And on his left chest, a thin line that was also intermittent... It was a black ring the size of an egg tart.

After seeing the trace, Zorgen broke the Viscount's throat without saying a word.

"...This is a trace of being bitten by the [worm]."

Zhuoya whispered: "He is dead."

"What is a worm...?"

Annan frowned and asked in a low voice.

He was still thinking about the question of "Worms and Cicadas' Gate" before... "Cicadas" are the reference to the way of sublimation, so what is "Worms"?

But now he realized that [worms] are "changing beasts". In this way, the "door gate between worms and cicadas" means the door gate ahead of "the way of ascending and changing".

Annan was suddenly surprised that even he didn't know about the knowledge of "worms" was mastered by the hands of the Winter and these northern nobles who were not even extraordinary people and ritual masters. Judging from Zorgen's reaction, I'm afraid this is not a secret...

"This should have been something Lord Ivan told you, but he transformed too early and too quickly."

After Zhuoya confirmed that Viscount Dorgoruki died again, he quickly explained: "This is the worm sect. It has been wiped out by us once, but unexpectedly it breeds again... This is really like a worm."

She whispered to Zorgen, "Do you still remember the layout of the city? I'm afraid there are still many in this city..."

Annan asked in confusion: "Worm Cult?"

"There is no official scientific name, nor is it a sect, it's just what Ling Winter calls them... They call their behavior [Snake of the Snake]."

Zhuoya roughly concluded: "This is a group of avid elves lovers.

"They think that adults can naturally become silver extraordinary people, and the elves who cannot fall by skipping the bronze rank are higher races than the Aryans.

"And they think that the Fallen Ones appear because other races are not as noble as the blood of the elves. They think that other races are ‘devil’s eggs’, and sin is born and sin is born because they are not elves. As long as everyone becomes elves, there will be no more Fallen Ones and demons born.

"This group of people are looking for and digging out elves' remains around the world, buying a large number of antiques from the elves' era, and imitating the elves' lifestyle. The ultimate goal is to find ways to transform themselves into elves... and the fanatics among them are pursuing ways to transform everyone into elves."

As Annan listened, his expression gradually became a little strange.

Why does it sound a bit harmonious, but it can't be said to be harmonious...

"...But according to my memory," Annan replied, thinking, "It seems that the elves moved from the East?"

"I remember there were also fallen people in their place."

"They don't care about this. I actually think that it is because the elves have become extinct that they can pursue the elves' blood so passionately."

Zhuoya shrugged: "Their philosophy is that this world is so sinful, everything is because of 'race'. If the blood of the elves is restored, the rule of the elves, and the customs of the elves will not be so many ugliness and tragedies in the world."

...I'm afraid not, brother.

What you are pursuing... is probably not the blood of the elf, but the ability to pursue cursives, right?

The elves' era is thriving, not because they have noble blood, but because the curse can be used with all kinds of resources that are easy to use...

By stimulating the spell energy, it can be used to skip the "raw materials" and "process" and directly obtain the required products. This process is fast and clean, and will not produce waste gas or waste. It does not require a large number of workers. It only needs designers to use it.

It's like starting a creative mode.

At that time, almost every town in the entire empire built a spell cellar, and the mantra energy was drawn continuously. Most people could obtain abundant daily necessities without labor. Therefore, those who sang, wrote poetry, exercised their bodies, and invented things appeared in large quantities.

The so-called classical culture of the elves empire that is extremely prosperous can actually be simply described as "an entertainment activity caused by people who are tired of it."

Under that condition, of course there will be no dispute or any sin. If it weren't for the extraction of the spell that could quickly cause the environment in the world to deteriorate, this could even be considered a ascension mode.

But it's really meaningless for you toss the elf bloodline.

Annan couldn't help asking, "Have they seen the elves?"

"Of course not. I don't think they would be so crazy if they had seen the elves. They were just looking for original sin."

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She sighed, looked at Annan, who was still puzzled, and explained: "Do you know, the time when Grand Duke Ivan and his brother were kidnapped? That was what the Worm Cult did.

"They asked to release a political prisoner, who was the top corps of the Worm Cult."
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