Blood of Mercury - v3 Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Copying the Book of All Laws

“Akasha Records?”

An Ruosi was slightly startled, and asked incredulously, “Isn’t that completely broken?”

“That’s right. The original Akashia record is indeed completely destroyed.”

Merlin closed the ancient scroll in his hand, nodded and said slowly, “However, this does not mean that the Akashic Records have no transcripts.”

“… Transcripts? There are also transcripts in the Akashic Records?”

Merlin nodded slightly, but did not reply, just handed the slate in his hand to Angus, and let go of the ancient scroll in his hand.

As he let go, the ancient scroll curled up and floated in the air, as if being pulled by some kind of force, and slowly flew to a certain corner of the star sea, then fixed and turned into a star again.

Merlin glanced at the ancient scroll that was re-turned into a star, and then opened his hand in the other direction again. A star in the background of the night was summoned, and immediately faded its color, turning into a pure white ball of light and flew towards Merlin.

The ball of light landed firmly in Merlin’s hands, and the light dissipated, turning into a hexagonal prism made of amethyst.

After that, he continued: “Look at this slate. This is the ritual map drawn by the priests of the half-dragon people.”

“These are the half-dragons of the Mosnord race. They are relatively gentle dragons. They prefer art and ritual to swords.”

“On the eve of the Mage Rebellion, with the fall of the Lord of Swords and the rise of war, the rule of the Persian Saks was in jeopardy. These Mosnords, who were priests of Akashes and mastered the ability of prophecy, began to master the half-dragon. the power of man.”

“These skinny red-skinned people believe that the inspiration for the ritual is a divine experience that cannot be described in words. The only way to describe this experience is to use painting and plastic arts such as clay. Although their paintings are ordinary people The content cannot be understood, but the inner spirit is indeed expressed… As for how to understand this spirit, it is our task.”

Having said this, Merlin put his hand on his forehead, and said softly, “I praise you, because you are the father of truth—.”

“—The creator of thousands of miracles!”

An Ruosi immediately took the second half of the sentence, and the rune on his left arm began to flash with gray-purple light.

After a short delay, his and Merlin’s pupils instantly turned into a color deeper than the starry sky, and a purple glow like smoke flickered in their pupils like lightning.

The next moment, with the sudden surge of electric light, the disguise of the world in front of him was stripped away.

It’s like the flesh and blood of a person has been taken away, leaving only the bones – no, it is more accurate to say that everything from the nerves to the lines of the muscles to the bones and internal organs can be clearly seen. The world in front of him is not described by some kind of information he feels, but a deeper and mechanically overlapping truth.

If we use the repulsive barrier to simulate the touch of human skin, use illusion to simulate image and sound, use the temperature barrier to simulate body temperature, and use Baita’s secret words to simulate the way of thinking… and so on and so forth, the final [creation] will be created from perception. There is no difference between people. In this way, from the perspective of a third party, it is not unreasonable to say that it is a human being.

And An Ruosi’s vision is to reverse this process.

All real creations were dismantled by him into some kind of single-level thing. For example, books will be disassembled into information and carriers of information, while blank paper will still be disassembled again. In the end, there are only countless sentences close to the essence, which pour into An Ruosi’s brain in the form of pure information. .

When others read, they read the content of the book, while An Ruosi has read the book itself.

This is the Eye of Orm – the magical power of the same name as the Holy One, a supernatural power bestowed only on the elect and the Pope. It’s not that the Eye of Orm is stingy, but that, with the exception of a very small number of anomalies, this vision only drives people crazy.

When An Ruosi used this perspective to see the world for the first time, he first felt a deep daze, and then a feeling of floating and satisfaction that was greatly expanded. After a long time, there was only an endless emptiness left. and sorrow.

After reading one third of Baita’s books quickly in the past few months, An Ruosi relied on this kind of supernatural ability.

Such a convenient gift made An Ruosi have a very strong dependence. After thinking about it, after getting used to this kind of learning method of skipping the steps of reading and directly sucking the essence of the work into the brain, and then going back and reading slowly, no one will get used to it.

After turning on the magic eye, An Ruosi only got used to it for a few seconds, then lowered his head and aimed his gaze at 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 stream surged for about three or four seconds, and the glow that was almost white was slowly extinguished from An Ruosi’s eyes. The space composed of countless floating concepts was gradually perfected, and became a material world again.

“Rewriting the Book of Laws? A prophecy transcribed by the priests of Mosnord? A tome that records all the secrets until the fall of the father of Gaia?”

An Ruosi paused, digested the information flow, and then said thoughtfully: “Actually, teacher, I don’t really believe that such a thing really exists.”

“Among the Seven Sages, the power of the latter-seekers is the most coveted by mages—because the only field their spells don’t touch is prophecy. It’s a miracle they can’t replicate anyway. If the half-dragons take this This book, which has written the history of the next 900 years, is dedicated to Tyre. At least they will not be directly annihilated by a disagreement. Not to mention that the whole family will enjoy the glory and wealth of the honor of the favored one, at least they will not be silenced. As the head of the gods, you still have this level of energy.”

“As for being buried somewhere, it’s even more impossible—the land swept by the allied forces of the gods, and everything of value should be swept away under the action of treasure hunting. Take a step back… If this book does not end up Dedicated to Tyre, but fell into someone’s hands, then he should have become a great character by relying on this book of prophecy in the past eight or nine hundred years. But obviously, there is no such thing in our history. There is such a person—”

“—What if it was not a person, but an organization?”

Merlin suddenly spoke, interrupting An Ruosi’s words: “Or…is a person who constantly changes his identity?”

An Ruosi was startled.

“…Teacher, you are so sure that this book exists, could it be…”

“You guessed right, Xiao An Ruosi. I… In other words, we are the first owners of this book.”

Merlin sighed deeply, staring at the amethyst held in his palm with his eyes shimmering with purple haze, and read out all the data engraved on the inside of the amethyst.

“Ordinary people call our block the ‘Ya’an Community Benefit Committee.’ And if the organization’s real name is translated, it’s the ‘Promised One’.”

With that said, Merlin released the amethyst in his hand and let it float back on its own.

He aimed his eyes flashing purple mist at An Ruosi, and said softly: “Go to Clavi and Esther. It is said that the copy of the Book of All Laws has indeed changed, and the name of the previous owner has appeared. Then it’s up to them to decide what happens after that.”

“who’s that person?”

An Rus asked.

Merlin took a deep breath and said softly:

“—The name of the betrayal is, Victor. Professor Victor.” (To be continued.)