Chapter 8 The Kingdom of Weirdness
In the library.
A thick black book was placed in front of Xiao En. In his field of vision, countless text symbols were flying all over the sky. They seemed to be swimming around like living creatures, like fish swimming through the deep sea. A swarm surrounded his body, but when he got close to Ms. Hecate in front of him, he became unusually well-behaved and docile.
——Reading Magic!
The pages in front of Xiao En's eyes were turning rapidly. His hand did not even touch the black book, but hung above the pages. The pages were flipped through automatically without any wind. , nearly one-third of the content was flipped through in the blink of an eye.
"Amazing talent!"
Ms. Hecate's eyes were a little surprised. She stared at Xiao En, who was looking attentive in front of her, and said softly: "No wonder Oakin sent you to me."
“Don’t stop.”
“Always go to your limit.”
There is a hint of pain in Xiao En’s expression, which is similar to reading the geography book the butcher gave him. Different, the black book that Ms. Hecate took out in front of her was very obscure and profound. More importantly, there was some living mysterious knowledge in it. They were like sharks in a vast school of fish, gnawing at other knowledge from time to time. Giving Xiao En a slight mental tingle.
"Learning to surrender mystical knowledge to oneself is the first step to becoming a spellcaster!"
"Be careful."
"They can bite!"
Her After Ms. Carter transformed into a young and bright girl, her tone of voice became much lighter. Her fingertips touched Confusion and whispered: "The talent of a spellcaster is closely related to inspiration."
“It’s a gift and a disaster.”
"Your inspiration is far beyond ordinary people."
"This means that you can easily see knowledge and all supernatural existences, but you are also more likely to be contaminated by them, and even become their coveted home. Body."
"Everything in this world is polluted"
"Including knowledge."
"Knowledge is fascinating."< br>
"Before the destiny of [knowledge] is taken back by humans, you must be very careful when contacting any mysterious knowledge, because they belong to an ancient existence whose name must not be mentioned."
Humanity has failed!
Humanity has lost its destiny of knowledge.
Xiao En's expression was shrouded in a trace of pain, and a trace of violence and madness appeared in his eyes. What Ms. Hecate gave him was a very ancient history book with remaining residue on it. The historical traces that Xiao En cannot understand are the bloody traces belonging to the human beings in this world.
——The first volume of "Dark Age"!
Xiao En's reading magic allows him to quickly remember what he has read, as if it is imprinted in his mind, allowing him to never forget it, although he cannot fully understand the above content, especially those parts that contain mysterious knowledge. , but he can look through his memory at any time and continue to understand the above content through review.
His brain has become a storage, and reading magic is the interface to connect knowledge. Now Ms. Hecate wants to know where his limits are.
But Xiao En must be careful, because some mysterious knowledge is like a virus that may invade his brain at any time.
Failure after failure.
Humanity has been defeated again and again. After all other races have surrendered and been destroyed, humans still hold on to the last position and struggle hard.
Humanity refuses to become the dependents of the Old Ones.
“In the year 3001 of the Third Era, the sun went out and the Dark Age began.
Humanity has lost its destiny of [knowledge]. Blindness and ignorance have enveloped everyone’s minds. People no longer love learning. The inheritance of knowledge has become extremely difficult and dangerous. The madness deep in people's hearts continues to grow. All mysterious knowledge has been given life. They have become a kind of existence beyond human understanding. The path to pursue knowledge is full of thorns. Inadvertently, it becomes a mass of indescribable monsters.
Falseness reflects reality.
The original [indescribable delusions] were born from knowledge, and they opened up mankind for nearly a hundred years. The era of ignorance. With each ancient 'indescribable falsehood', mankind begins to lose part of the knowledge they control.
Humanity is forgetting knowledge.
The knowledge of everything they have ever had.
This despair lasted until a certain unknown great sage came. He brought knowledge belonging to other worlds, and these knowledge from other worlds continued the inheritance of mankind. "
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"In 3033 of the Third Era, mankind was defeated again, and the destiny of [life] was taken away. From this year on, all human newborns The mortality rate is increasing crazily, and a large number of newborns with congenital malformations are appearing in various places. Then the reproduction methods of humans and other creatures are also polluted.
For more than thirty years, half of human newborns came into the world as ovoviviparous or oviparous, and the chance of survival of these newborns was less than one in ten.
The creatures shrouded in gray fog began to die out in large numbers, and new species were bred from the polluted and distorted matrix of life.
The era of evil things has begun. ”
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In the year 3055 of the Third Era, an indescribable unknown existence across the space dimension eroded [death].
Humanity was defeated again, and the Legends of Destiny fell one after another.
The boundaries between the living and the dead began to blur. Those who should have died were polluted and became wandering souls wandering the world. They rotted bit by bit, forgetting their humanity bit by bit, and themselves. But he was completely unaware of it, as if he had forgotten death and was forgotten by death.
Knowledge, life, death, nature, sky, earth...
The whole world fell.
Everything humans once owned has been taken away, the nature of the world is distorting, their destiny era has become history, and the world has been transformed into a crazy country suitable for the settlement of those 'outsiders'.
The Kingdom of Weirdness is born! "The dark era that lasted for an era began.
Countless screams seemed to echo in Xiao En's brain. The dark era recorded in the books was just a touch Those living words already made Xiao En feel painful and crazy.
In the luxurious hall, the simple murals on the wall suddenly came to life. Whispers sounded, and the gray mist seemed to be parting a curtain. In the deep darkness, an extremely sharp blade emerged. It broke through the illusion and reflected reality. In the increasingly crazy whispers, bit by bit, Climb out.
"Stay focused."
"Concentration is the first element of a spell caster!"
Ms. Hecate is undoubtedly a very good teacher. She turned around slowly, His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a strange faint glimmer in them.
——Blade Dancer [Indescribable Falsehood].
In the crisp sound of landing, two sharp blades slipped off. The blood-stained blade was broken and spliced from the knees to replace the feet. The rust-colored tight trousers were like a gentleman's shirt jacket. , with withered flowers pinned to the collar.
It stood up slowly. It was nearly two meters tall. Its arm was broken at the wrist, and two thin sword sections were inserted into it.
The monster's body twisted little by little, raised its bladed toes, and showed a swastika-like dance posture with the flexibility of a dancer. Then it slightly bent forward and lowered its head. As if signaling to the audience, he cut off the blood-stained blade that was nailed into the flesh from his wrist, and placed it very elegantly across his chest.
“Continue.”
“You only have one chance to read this book now.” Ms. Hecate turned around gracefully, her black floor-length skirt like a blooming black rose.
She stepped up the steps calmly, faced the dancer whose face was wrapped in bandages, and whispered: "Blade Dancer."
"Indescribable vanity."
"It was originally completed by a poor painter named Ottoli. He committed suicide after completing this work. In the turbulent years, many crazy artists perfected this work. Work, make it a promotion."
"Also make it a reality."
"If you encounter it elsewhere, you'd better run as far as possible. "
Ms. Hecate raised her hand slightly. In the corridor that was gradually mottled gray and white, as if ink was fading, the figure of the blade dancer suddenly disappeared, and the ink-like color began to spread towards everything around. It's as if reality has been splashed with ink, and all the colors are distorting and changing.
Reality has turned into fiction!
Walls, corridors, bookshelves, chandeliers, etc., all things that exist in reality are gradually turning into objects in the painting. The entire hall is turning into a mottled, worn-out oil painting full of twisted and weird lines.
This is the most powerful indescribable illusion Xiao En has encountered, except for the great detective Morty Lane!
——"Mantra Law: Death!"
Ms. Hecate opened her lips lightly and fisted her hands, as if she was grabbing something, but she made no sound.
Without Xiao En noticing, a cold blade was already in front of his forehead, less than a centimeter away from his skin. The figure of the blade dancer spanned a distance of dozens of meters. He disappeared from the nearly six-meter-high corridor and arrived in front of Xiao En in an instant.
Concentration was interrupted.
Xiao En felt the danger of death, and then the next second, the figure of the Blade Dancer began to twist. Its entire body was collapsing inward, the sharp blade became rusty, and its twisted limbs Like an oil painting splashed with water, the filthy color spread on the slender body. Eventually, it began to decompose on the spot, turning into a puddle of indistinguishable paint scattered on the white floor.
"It seems that you need to learn how to focus on casting spells." Ms. Hecate's expression was a little disappointed.
By the time Xiao En came to his senses, the black books on the table had disappeared.
"Today's class ends here."
"You should go back." Ms. Hecate's voice gradually became lower, as if it were the voice of a middle-aged person, and her slim back disappeared into the corridor.
Xiao En just got up.
The figure of a banshee attendant walked out of the nearby bookshelf. Her pale face stared at Xiao En in front of her, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Madam needs to rest."
"Please follow me."
Xiao En looked at the mottled and dirty pool of oil paint on the ground, took a slow and deep breath, and then followed the maid's footsteps and left.
He needs to calm down now.
His brain is filled with too much knowledge that he does not understand yet, so that his current thinking is not clear.
“The Kingdom of Weirdness.”
Before entering the maze-like corridor, Xiao En took one last look at the dirty oil paint.
From this moment on, he knew that he had to abandon his previous understanding and start to understand this crazy world again.
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The editor said that it is very important to start reading now, which affects the recommendation.
I am not very familiar with the current starting point.
Is it not too late to pursue further education?
嘤嘤嘤.
(End of this chapter)