In the end, he failed to push open the study door.
Because at the moment Viscount Dolgoruky said these words.
In the shadow cast in front of his study, a ferocious, anti-jointed, ferocious arm made of pure shadow suddenly stretched out.
It seemed slow but was actually very fast. It quickly reached out from the ground and grabbed the Viscount's face. The magic hand pushed the Viscount backwards suddenly, pushing him away from Annan and slamming him into the corridor.
On the other side of the wall!
Coincidentally, the other side was a stone wall made of cobblestones. The Viscount was hit in the back by the smooth stone and almost lost his breath. His body twitched subconsciously when the shadow hand pressed against the wall.
one time.
"...You'd better make it clear first, Your Excellency Viscount."
As if he had just woken up, a very light and low whisper sounded from behind Annan.
I saw that Zolgen had completely opened his eyes.
The silver-gray pupils were extremely cold, burning with a blue halo, and seemed to be exuding cold air. The entire corridor was covered with faint traces of frost, and the area close to the ground was already as cold as an ice cellar.
"Hehehehehahahaha..."
The Viscount, who had a scar on his face, couldn't help but laugh.
It was a hearty laugh, as if he had finally let go of something.
But he couldn't laugh for long.
"Well."
He was slowly lifted off the wall by the anti-joint shadow hands and held in the air.
Then he slapped Viscount Dolgoruki against the wall with force again.
This time Zolgen used a little more force, so much so that the Viscount couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
A mouthful of dark red, thick and dirty blood.
That is the blood that only the dead have.
Zolgen's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Zhuo Ya.
"Look at his neck, wrists and ankles."
Zhuo Ya thought for a moment and immediately responded: "There is also the skin around the heart."
Soon, a reverse-jointed shadow hand stretched out from each person's shadow. They swarmed up and completely tore the Viscount's clothes to pieces while he was still laughing maniacally.
As expected, they found an intermittent thin black line at the Viscount's throat, only about six or seven centimeters, which was usually covered by his chin. It was like an ellipse when two pieces of cloth were sewn together using relatively rough means.
stitching marks.
And on his left chest, the same intermittent thin line was found... It was a black ring the size of an egg tart.
After seeing these traces, Zolgen immediately broke the Viscount's throat without saying a word.
"...These are the marks of being bitten by [worms]."
Zhuo Ya explained in a low voice: "He is already dead."
"What... is a worm?"
Annan frowned and asked in a low voice.
He was still thinking about the problem of "the gate between worms and cicadas"... "Cicada" refers to the way of sublimation, so what is "worm"?
But now he knows that [Worm] is a "beast of change". In this way, the "gateway of worms and cicadas" means the gate ahead of the "way of promotion and change".
Annan was suddenly a little surprised that even he did not understand the knowledge about "worms", but it was mastered by the Hand of Winter and these northern nobles who were not even extraordinary people or ritual masters. Judging from Zolgen's reaction, I am afraid that this
It's not some kind of secret...
"This is what Lord Ivan should have told you originally, but he turned into a dragon too early and too fast."
After Zhuo Ya confirmed that Viscount Dolgoruky had died again, he quickly explained: "This is the Worm Cult. We have already wiped it out once before, but we didn't expect it to breed again... This is really like a worm.
generally."
She whispered to Zolgen: "Do you still remember the layout of the city? I'm afraid there are many more in this city..."
Annan asked doubtfully: "Worm Cult?"
"There is no official scientific name, and it is not a sect. It is just what Ling Dong calls them... They call their behavior [following snakes that are not snakes]."
Zoya roughly summed it up: “This is a group of fanatical elf lovers.
"They believe that one can naturally become a Silver Extraordinary when they reach adulthood, because the elves who have skipped the bronze stage and cannot fall are a higher race than the Aryans.
"And they believe that the appearance of the fallen is because other races are not as noble as the blood of elves. They believe that other races are 'evil eggs' that give birth to sin and breed sin because they are not elves. As long as everyone becomes elves,
There will be no more degenerates and demons born.
"This group of people search for and excavate elven ruins around the world, purchase a large number of antiques from the elven era, and imitate the elves' lifestyle. The ultimate goal is to find a way to transform themselves into elves... and the fanatics among them are even pursuing the goal of transforming themselves into elves.
A way for everyone to transform into an elf."
Annan's expression gradually became a little strange as he listened.
Why does it sound a bit harmonious, but I can't tell where it is...
"...But according to my memory," Annan replied thoughtfully, "the elves seem to have migrated from the east, right?
"I remember there were degenerates there."
"They don't care about this. I actually think that it is because the elves are extinct that they can pursue the blood of elves so enthusiastically."
Zhuo Ya shrugged: "Their philosophy is that the world is so sinful because of 'racial incompetence'. If the blood of the elves is restored, the rule of the elves is restored, and the customs of the elves are restored, there will not be so many people in the world.
It’s ugly and tragic.”
...I'm afraid not, brother.
What you are pursuing... I'm afraid is not the blood of elves, but the magic power, right?
The age of elves is prosperous, not because they have noble blood, but because mantras, a versatile resource that can be used to get whatever you want with one hand, are easy to use...
By stimulating the spell energy, it can be used to skip the "raw materials" and "process" and directly obtain the desired product. This process is fast and clean, does not produce waste gas and waste materials, and does not require a large number of workers, only designers.
Just come and use it.
It's almost like turning on creative mode.
At that time, curse cellars were built in almost every town in the entire empire to continuously extract curse energy. Most people could obtain abundant living materials without labor, so people who sang, wrote poems, exercised, and invented things were also talented.
They appeared in large numbers.
The so-called classical culture that flourished in the Elf Empire can actually be simply described as "entertainment activities created by people who are too idle".
Under those conditions, of course there would be no disputes and no crimes. If it weren't for extracting the curse energy that would quickly cause environmental degradation around the world, this could even be considered an ascension mode.
But if you mess with the elven bloodline... it really doesn't make much sense.
Annan couldn't help but ask: "Have they seen elves?"
"Of course not. I think if they had seen the elves they wouldn't be so fanatical. They were just looking for the original sin."
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Zhuoya commented.
She sighed, looked at Annan who was still a little confused, and explained: "Do you know that time when Grand Duke Ivan and his younger brother were kidnapped? That was what the Worm Cult did.
"They were demanding the release of a political prisoner who was a senior member of the Worm Cult."