An Ruosi was slightly startled and asked in disbelief: "Isn't it completely collapsed?"
"That's right. The original records of Akasha were indeed completely destroyed."
Merlin closed the ancient scroll in his hand, nodded and said slowly: "However, this does not mean that there are no copies of the Akashic Records."
"...Codices? There are also copies of the Akashic Records?"
Merlin nodded slightly and did not reply. He just handed the slate in his hand 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 pulled by some kind of force, slowly flying to a corner of the star sea, then fixed, and turned 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 night background was summoned, and immediately faded away its color, turning into a pure white ball of light toward
Merlin flew over.
The ball of light fell steadily into Merlin's hand, and the light dissipated, turning into a hexagonal prism made of amethyst.
Then, 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 Mage Rebellion, with the fall of the Lord of the Sword Seat and the rise of war, the rule of the Persian Sark race was in danger. As priests of Akasha, the Mosnod race who had mastered the power of prophecy began to master the half-dragons.
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
We cannot understand the content, but the inner spirit is indeed expressed... As for how to understand this spirit, it is our task."
After saying this, Merlin reached out and touched his forehead, chanting 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 runes on his left arm began to shine with 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 flashed in their 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 was as if a person's flesh and blood had been taken away, leaving only the bones - no, to be more precise, everything from the nerves to the muscle lines to the bones and internal organs could be seen clearly. The world in front of him was not based on feelings.
To describe some kind of information, it is a deeper and seemingly mechanical plural overlapping truth.
If the barrier of repulsion is used to simulate the touch of human skin, the 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's 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.
An Ruosi's vision is to reverse this process.
All real creations are dismantled by him into some single-level things. For example, books will be dismantled into information and carriers of information, while blank sheets of paper will still be dismantled again, and ultimately only countless close ones will be left.
Essential sentences poured into An Ruosi's brain in the form of pure information.
Others read by reading the content in the book, but An Ruosi read the book itself.
This is the Eye of Orm - a magical ability with the same name as the Saint. It is a supernatural ability only given to the elect and the Pope. It is not that the Eye of Orm is stingy, but except for a very small number of outliers, this
Such visions will only drive people crazy.
When An Ruosi used this perspective to see the world for the first time, he first felt a deep sense of confusion, followed by a violently expanding sense of floating and contentment. After a long time, there was only endless emptiness.
and sadness.
Having quickly read a third of the White Tower books in the past few months, An Ruosi relies on this kind of supernatural ability.
Such a convenient gift made An Ruosi develop a strong dependence. It seems that after getting used to this learning method of skipping the steps of reading and sucking the essence of the work directly into the brain, he would go back and read slowly.
, no one will be able to adapt to it.
After opening the magic eye, An Ruosi only adapted to it for a few seconds before lowering his head and focusing on the slate in his hand. The next moment, the inner essence of the soul painting on the slate poured directly into An Ruosi's mind.
The vast data flow surged for about three or four seconds, and the glow that was so bright that it almost turned white slowly extinguished from An Ruosi's eyes. The space composed of countless floating concepts gradually became complete and turned into matter again.
world.
"A copy of the Book of All Laws? A prophecy transcribed by Priest Mosnod? A treasure book that records all secrets until the fall of the father of Gaia?"
An Ruosi paused, digested the flow of information, and then said thoughtfully: "Actually, teacher, I don't really believe that such a thing really exists."
"Among the Seven Saints, the power of the late-knowers is the most coveted by the mages - because the only field their spells do not involve is prophecy. This is a miracle that they cannot copy in any case. If the half-dragon will
This book, which composes the history of the next nine hundred years, is dedicated to Tyr. At least they will not be exterminated directly if they disagree. Not to mention that the entire clan will receive the honor of being favored by the gods and enjoy glory and wealth, at least they will not be silenced. After all,
As the head of the gods, Tire still has this level of magnanimity."
"As for being buried somewhere, it is even more impossible - wherever the coalition of gods sweeps, all valuable things should be swept away by the treasure hunting technique. To say the least...if this book
In the end, it was not presented to Tyre, but fell into the hands of someone. Then he should have relied on this prophecy book to become a great figure in the past eight or nine hundred years. But obviously, there is no such thing in our history.
There is no such person—"
"——What if that is not a person, but an organization?"
Merlin suddenly spoke, interrupting An Ruosi's words: "Or...is he a person who keeps changing his identity?"
An Ruosi was stunned for a moment.
"...Teacher, you are so sure that this book exists, could it be..."
"You guessed it right, Xiao Anruosi. I...or in other words, we are the first owners of this book."
Merlin sighed deeply, his eyes shining with purple mist stared at the amethyst in his hand, and read out all the information engraved on the inside of the amethyst.
"Most people call our organization the 'Ya'an Plant Benefit Committee'. But if the real name of the organization is translated, it is 'The Promised One'."
With that said, Merlin let go of the amethyst in his hand and let it float back on its own.
He pointed his eyes with purple mist at An Ruosi and said softly: "Go find Clavie and Esther. They said that the person who copied the Book of All Laws has indeed changed, and the name of the previous owner has appeared.
Then let them decide the rest of the matter.”
"Who is that person?"
An Ruosi asked.
Merlin took a deep breath and said softly:
"——The betrayer's name is Victor. Professor Victor."