Chapter 843: The Importance of Knowledge
Inside the city of Morora.
The two exiles who were dueling suddenly discarded the long swords in their hands and covered their necks with their hands.
Between their fingers, wisps of blood oozed out.
The onlookers next to him and the pedestrians on the road also stuck, or their heads seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands and pulled up so hard that the muscles in their necks gradually tore apart.
In the boundless cemetery near the Church of Knowledge, all the trees burned with crimson flames, and the soil of the corresponding tomb wriggled, as if something wanted to crawl out.
The clouds in the sky piled up more and more, dyed the color like fire.
The top of the corpse mountain.
Albus. Medici's neck also stabbed, and his palm was lifted rather hard, weakly, trying to press up.
He already understood what was going on, and without hastily turning his head and looking directly at "0-01", he would not only suffer a considerable degree of pollution, but he might also break his neck and let his head get out of place!
Albus slowly turned his body sideways, facing "0-01", but closed his eyes again.
At the same time, he heard a rustling sound above the wilderness.
Lumian saw the undead soldiers wearing iron-black armor standing up one by one, dark red or pale flames in their eye sockets clearly beating and flickering, and the huge cloud vortex dyed with purple fire high in the sky was being torn and smoothed out by invisible forces.
The anomaly finally appeared.
Albus did not hesitate, and immediately let his skin reveal an iron-black color, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a puppet made of metal.
He kept his eyes closed and approached "0-01" step by step.
During this process, his neck was obviously elongated, and the skin made of steel membrane was torn into countless tiny wires, and there were very deep, creepy cut marks on the iron black flesh and bones, and bright red blood spilled out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was a few seconds, Albus. Medici walked next to "0-01", he let go of his right palm that was weakly pressed against his neck, and let it reach for the place where the scorched flag was with its own blood.
As a "hunter", Albus also has very strong spatial imagination and positioning ability, and the flag of "0-01" is shaking violently, making a hunting sound, and a sound reaches Albus's ears, making it not difficult for him to determine where the target is.
Of course, if you really come into direct contact with the body of "0-01", the pollution will really occur, which is not something that can be avoided without seeing it, but Albus now has no other choice.
As soon as he reached out to the burnt flag, Albus heard a "pop" sound, the movement of the steel skin on his metal neck being completely torn off.
He instantly changed his form, transforming from a puppet made of iron-black metal into a cyan humanoid flame.
This made the blood in his palm evaporate quickly.
Albus accelerated his movements while guarding against Lumian's sudden attack, and kept popping up the bright red blood that had evaporated most of it forward.
Above the wilderness, Lumian was mingling among the undead soldiers, his palms hot and cold.
He didn't dare to look at "0-01", so naturally he didn't know Albus's current move, but he could probably guess that the other party wanted to make a final effort.
"It's useless, the current situation is out of your control......" Lumian muttered a few words, but did not stop it.
What he was more worried about was that if he really "teleported" to the side of the "Salingale Blood Flag" to stop Albus. Medici dripping blood on it will step on the other party's hidden trap.
As far as the current situation is concerned, Albus is entirely capable of changing his mind - since he cannot achieve the predetermined goal, he will kill all the competitors, make his side a more advantageous camp, and then use this to rearrange.
Therefore, Albus is likely pretending to drip the blood of the Medici family on the "0-01" banner, but in fact he is inducing Lumian to stop it, so as to seize the opportunity to kill the last competitor.
At the top of the corpse mountain, the humanoid flame incarnated by Albus was stretched so much that the upper and lower parts seemed to be about to separate.
At the same time, the fire he emitted dimmed a lot, like an ordinary flame being doused with a bucket of cold blood.
Snap, Albus heard the faint sound of the droplets hitting the flag.
After thousands of years, the blood of the Medici family finally fell on the scorched black flag of "0-01".
However, there are no additional changes.
This was also expected by Albus, after all, the degree of resonance had not yet reached its limit, and the situation of "0-01" awakening significantly exceeded the standard.
Albus desperately left blood on the scorched black flag, and more to reserve chess pieces for the future and make some preparations.
In the next second, Albus, who was in the form of humanoid flames, felt an abnormal tingling in his eyebrows.
Some strange power extended from "0-01", as if to assimilate him into his own flame.
Albus turned abruptly, opened his eyes, and looked above the wilderness.
He wants to kill Lumian and eliminate the last competitor before he is absorbed by "0-01"!
"That trash can was so calm that it didn't stop me from smearing blood on the surface of '0-01'......" Albus regretted that Lumian's figure was "reflected" in his flamed eyes.
Lumian smiled at him, stirring up the black mark on his right shoulder, and disappeared into place.
Albus did not hide his disappointment and regret, and returned to his human form.
His neck was cracked, revealing white bones and blackened blood vessels.
He immediately activated the crystal necklace wrapped around his wrist and let it explode directly.
Bang bang, the crystals that exploded one after another formed a deep vortex in front of Albus, and deep in the whirlpool was a deep, dark, almost lightless, glass-like barrier world.
That special mirror world.
Under the premise that the situation was extremely urgent and could not leave Morora directly, Albus. Medici chose to jump into the dark vortex in front of him and fell into that special mirror world.
At this moment, his neck was about to break, and his cervical spine was exposed.
He fell into that special mirror world and disappeared into deep darkness.
The dark vortex next to "0-01" was immediately ignited by the invisible and colorless flames, dissipating away.
In mid-air, the cyan flame that had lost Albus's maintenance quickly extinguished, and the remaining little bit of Julie's blood continued to fall, touching the charred flag.
Everywhere in Morora.
Nearly ten thousand heads flew into the sky with their white blood-stained spines, while their headless bodies ran wildly through the streets.
In the cemetery, skeletons crawled out of the ground, densely packed, innumerable, and the eye sockets were burning with dark red or pale flames.
A red "rain" that can ignite buildings and humans rises from high altitudes.
In the Church of Knowledge, the Archbishop of Morola, Heraberg, dressed in a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, stood in front of the open stained-glass windows, feeling faint signs of melting on the walls.
He sighed softly and raised his palm.
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In the underground mausoleum, on the changed wilderness.
Lumian "teleported" to the side of the corpse peak.
His legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and he was about to sit down against the corpse and bones when he was suddenly pulled by an invisible force, and slowly stood up and walked towards the pile of undead soldiers.
This didn't require him to exert much effort, and he had little strength to use.
Lumian did not resist, did not struggle, as if only his own consciousness was still his own.
The burning pain and cold decay of his right palm kept him mostly awake.
"Just don't rip my head off my neck, ...... everything else at will," Lumian muttered in his heart, listening to the brass talisman tell the knowledge, while using external forces to continue to walk towards the team gathered in the wilderness as a puppet of "0-01".
The current situation is basically the same as he expected.
As long as he had read less books before, his head and body would now go their separate ways.
Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth!
After more than ten seconds, the sky suddenly became dark, and darkness poured into the area again.
"0-01" seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and the tremors and shaking began to ease.
The flames in this area were extinguished one after another, and the dead silence and cold darkness reigned here.
"The Church of Knowledge has finally suppressed the change of '0-01', and if it lasts for a while, I will really become a puppet......" Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the darkness eroding his body like an invisible stream of water eerie and cold.
The mark of the "Underworld" on his right palm exuded a stronger sense of decay than before, helping him resist this erosion.
Lumian "teleported" back to the position he had chosen before, and sat down weakly against the corpses and bones that made up the mountain.
He closed his eyes and listened intently to the knowledge coming from his earplugs in this pure darkness without light.
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Trier, on the sacrificial square at the entrance to the third level of the catacombs.
After answering Jianna's question, the vague and holy female figure disappeared in front of Jianna's eyes, as if it were just a part of an illusion.
Jane shook her head, her gaze returned to reality, and she saw Franka with a concerned face.
"When I was promoted, I seemed to have sensed Ms. Christmona again, and I had a few conversations with her." Jane Na deliberately told her companion what she had just happened.
Sigh, are all those who reach the high level of angels dead without stiffness...... Franka asked curiously:
"What did He say?"
Jianna was suddenly a little embarrassed:
"He said he would be reconciled to the man in his mirror, because he is one, and He said, He said that His Father is, the 'Blood Emperor'......"
"Huh?" Franka was both shocked and dazed, "Why did He tell you this?"
Jane Na was even more embarrassed:
"I asked, I asked without thinking about it......"
"Is it really the 'Blood Emperor'? That shouldn't be your hallucination, you can't think of this answer even in your hallucination." Franka whispered excitedly gradually.
"Zhen, what do you mean I can't think of in my hallucinations? Uh, indeed, who would have thought?" Jian Na subconsciously replied a couple of words.
Franka immediately clapped his palms:
"This question is a good question, a good question, this information is very, very important!"
She said with bright eyes:
"Lumian previously suspected that the special mirror world was the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. Tudor was created to deal with the "Primordial Witch", and the Tamara family may have played a very important role in this matter.
"Now it seems that this speculation has been abandoned, maybe that special mirror world is the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. Tudor and the "Primordial Witch" teamed up to create it!
"Otherwise, how could a 'hunter' path true god without mirror magic create such a special mirror world?"
(End of this chapter)