As if a voice-controlled switch had been triggered, under the shocked and puzzled gaze of Hitzfeld, Ferdinand, and Xia Yibing, the gear pages of the tenth level of the code book began to click and turn on their own, spelling out the sentence she had just said. Hitzfeld's breathing became heavier, and he forced himself to suppress the pain in his eyes. He stretched out his trembling hand to grab the gear page and suddenly flipped it open. "boom!" In Xia Yibing's eyes, this action was like opening the door to a furnace. An extremely hot breath burst out from the two pages, enveloping Hitzfeld's upper body. And for Hitzfeld herself, at that moment, she seemed to see the sun up close. But only for a moment. The next moment, she staggered to her knees and fell. She looked up suddenly and found herself back in the Gray Mist Temple that she had seen before. But this time she didn't see the blonde woman again. The decoration is still the same decoration, and the layout is still the same layout. But there was no one in front of the low table. There was only a stool, a book spread out on the table, and a long crossed sword leaning against it.
Standing up and looking around nervously, Hitzfeld wasn't quite sure what this meant. If her guess was correct, she should be in the same situation as the first time, only her consciousness had crossed the space to come here, but her body was still on the Sara continent. Was all this done by the code book? What did it bring me here for? I tried to take a step forward and didn't feel any obstacles. Hitzfeld glanced at the low table in front of him, took the second step, the third step, and finally trotted to the table, staring at the open book and swallowing his saliva. She came to find a way to seal the evil god. No one asked for help, and she had more than just the book in her mind. I felt a surge of palpitations in my heart, and the hair all over my body stood on end, even my hair stood up. He turned his head suddenly and looked around in the gray fog. Hitzfeld held his breath, not daring to breathe. Leaning against the low table, he slowly raised his left hand and grabbed the cross sword. I always feel like there's something watching from the dark... The girl's eyes twitched, and with a weapon in hand she no longer hesitated, turning around to look at the open book. It must be admitted that compared with the code book, it is too dedicated. Although it is twice as big as the code book and is filled with a desolate and ancient atmosphere, it is a real book with many parchment pages pasted together, densely recorded with numerous texts and patterns. Hitzfeld held the sword in his left hand and turned the pages with his right hand. It was because she couldn't understand the content of the page that was now open. Ancient Sara was difficult enough, and she had indeed heard that there were many other ancient languages from the same era as Ancient Sara that were also difficult to learn. But at least she could recognize what something was by looking at the shape of the letters. If it was a whole page of densely packed records, she would be able to at least recognize the meaning of four or five words.
But now, no matter how she turned the pages, the content of the book was presented as a kind of distorted characters rich in imagery. She couldn't understand any of them, and even felt dizzy if she stared at them for too long, as if she was staring at an evil god, with colorful double images appearing before her eyes. Seal the Evil God... Seal the Evil God... Time waits for no one. Hitzfeld didn't know whether the actual situation had deteriorated. She became more and more anxious, and turned the pages of the book faster and faster. Oh, you are looking for the method to seal the evil god, right... I seemed to hear whispers in a trance. Of course! Hitzfeld didn't care. She was used to these things anyway. This damn book, can't it record some character drawings that I can understand? Then, as you wish... what? She paused, and before Hitzfeld could figure out what was going on, she was shocked to find that the characters on the page in front of her were twisting and changing! From those characters that she couldn't understand at all, it was transformed into modern Sarai language that she could easily understand! And this is—— [Desire Aberration No. 2 is a new god created by collecting human nightmares (distorted, unclear).] [It has no concept of good and evil, and only absorbs the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of living beings from nightmares. It likes to deceive and play tricks on humans, just like its creator - (distorted characters).] [After defeating (distorted characters), (distorted characters) sealed these new gods in different locations and objects, and left behind methods that could be used by mortals as a reference to continue the seal based on their characteristics.] [Desire Aberration No. 2 is immortal like (distorted characters). The roots of (distorted characters) are entangled with (distorted characters), and as long as the flame of civilization is passed on, they will continue to steal power from the flame.] [It is very simple to seal it. As long as two people are willing to be covered by its rules at the same time, and they can firmly trust each other no matter what happens. Desire Anomaly No. 2 will not be able to gain power from them. It will be helpless against them.] [At this point, just put the book on him like a shit pot. A level 3 aberration that can't exercise the rules is not that strong for a mortal.] Just--just like this? Hitzfeld's eyes widened, in disbelief at what she saw. [Otherwise.] The characters actually changed again, as if they had their own consciousness and were communicating with her. [How strange! I thought that mortals were reading my articles to seek some truth, but I didn’t expect it to be such a simple question…] [If I remember correctly, the Roaring Book that (distorted characters) left for the Seres Continent should have fully described all the methods to seal the third-level aberrations. How come the people of Seres have now fallen to the point where they can't even read the Seran language?] "I……" Hitzfeld was unable to come up with any answer for a moment.
[Open your mind and let me see it.] The next moment after seeing this sentence, the feeling of being spied on instantly intensified hundreds and thousands of times. Hitzfeld felt a pair of eyes invading her heart, and her thoughts turned into a book of consciousness. From her awakening in the long summer, to encountering nightmares, the second golem curse, the golem monster, the death of her wife, the strange shadow of Balvik, the blood-marked gold ring, the Desire Devil, the death ticket, the evil god game... In the end, it even broke through the barriers of time and space, drilled in and penetrated from the pages of the code book, carrying her consciousness across the land and the ocean, and came to a dead place. These are the ruins of a city-state. Dark clouds covered the land, buildings were weathered, and the mud was covered with lush weeds. The little exposed ground was littered with gray bones, numbering millions. [They are all dead...] She heard a voice whispering in her ear. [How strange, how could this be?] [Time, go back!] As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed drastically. The dark clouds faded, the weeds disappeared, and the back-swept sea breeze dug the ruins of the houses out of the soil. Skeletons emerged from the ground, wrapped in flesh and stood up again, and the city-state regained its vitality in the blink of an eye. The scene quickly rushed to a huge clock tower building. This is the church. Seeing the endless stream of devout believers coming to the door, Hitzfeld said to himself. Then her pupils contracted as she saw the familiar code book placed on a polished stone pillar on the altar in the back hall of the church! Time is still flowing backwards and still moving forward. Countless people in black, white, and red robes appeared in the back hall. They were either worshipping the code book or confessing their sins to it. The scene kept moving until a black-haired woman in a blue dress appeared and suddenly stopped. Under the gaze of Hitzfeld—and perhaps something else—the woman walked straight to the pillar, pulled a glass test tube from her sleeve, stood the code book upright, and poured the black liquid in the test tube into the slit on the side. Chi chi chi—— Black smoke came out of the gaps, and the cover of the book was shaking, as if it was suffering from some kind of pain. The woman curled her lips and effortlessly flipped it open. Then she did something that made Hitzfeld stare. She tore the book apart by brute force. The contents of the ten levels and their different components were disassembled by her. Ok? Hitzfeld's heart moved. She noticed that before the woman opened it, the code page of the ninth level of the book... should be the code page of the tenth level that she deciphered in reality? "Crack!" With a crisp sound, the ninth and tenth levels were also removed.
The woman flipped them over a bit, sneered, pulled the tenth level up from the bottom, and stacked it on top of the ninth level. Then she refolded all the level parts and put them into the cover as they were. Then put the intact code book back on the stone pillar, as if everything was the same as before. Chapter 74: The Truth of the World is All in It […So that’s how it is.] The murmur sounded, and the picture froze at this moment. Hitzfeld stepped out of the space-time image and returned to the Gray Mist Temple. Her face was cold. She didn't think she had seen it wrong... because in her understanding, there were two extra lines of inscription above and below the "Tenth Level". According to what she saw in the photo, this level should be at the position of the "Ninth Level"! The reason why it became the last level was entirely because of that woman in the blue dress... She deliberately reversed the order of the ninety-two levels! Could this be why Lassereth had problems? Although he couldn't be sure, Hitzfeld already believed in his heart that this was the case. After all, it is a civilization and a continent... Think about it, Sara has a population of less than 10 million, and Wayne Port had a population of less than 1 million at the time. Even in places like these, people who came out of here could grit their teeth and complete the Evil God game. That doesn't make sense - wouldn't the people of Laceres have thought of this? Are all the people there stupid? When danger strikes, don’t you know how to save yourself? Theoretically, the population base is larger than that of Sarah. From a probabilistic point of view, even if they are just guessing, it is impossible for them to be destroyed by the evil god so easily! So this could only be the reason. They were misled. She seemed to be able to see such a scene - countless people in black robes, white robes, and red robes were walking in pairs, holding code books and approaching the disgusting giant with a hundred faces. They thought that the conventional method could work on him, but it was useless - the order of the pages of the book was wrong! Although no one told her, she could almost guess: there is another prerequisite for successfully sealing the evil god, which is to open the page of the original ninth level (now the tenth level) normally. She didn't know what was in it either. Perhaps after opening it, those people could come to this Gray Mist Temple to seek refuge just like her. Maybe after they open it, there will be some blessing or buff added to them. Maybe some mechanism will be triggered after it is opened, and only with this mechanism can the book activate the real sealing function. In short, the content of this page must be very important. But they missed.
It was hidden by the woman until the end. Before opening this page, they first had to face the ninth level of breaking the seal, which was originally the tenth level - the seal page of the Hundred-Faced Giant! Who can bear this? These people are simply seeking their own death! Even later in the book, when it is brought back to Sarah, everything that happened in those 22 years is like this. People are simply taking a detour, making terrible sacrifices but not using their energy in the right place! A sense of resentment quietly grew in my heart.