Uroboros, whose meaning is infinity - not knowing its beginning, not knowing its end, like the Ouroboros of a serpent, endless.

In the system of the old gods, there was no such god as Uroboros, but this did not prevent the gods from naming their earthly library - the Temple of Uroboros, the Infinity Library, the temple of knowledge located in the earthly city, which was the library of the gods, where countless books were scattered and where endless wisdom was precipitated, and only those who were chosen by the gods could enter it and see these precious books that had disappeared in the long river of time.

However, at this moment, in front of the Temple of Wisdom, which should have been a sacred place, a suspiciously black-hooded cloaked man swaggered towards it - as the highest temple in the mortal world, as a temple named after Uroboros, the specifications of the defense here are no worse than the Grand Temple of the Holy See - not to mention that every guard here is a strong "knight rank" with firm beliefs, and the priests and guard captains sitting here are even higher professionals who have the ability to fight and kill high-level mages, The will of the gods above the firmament alone is enough to discourage any fearful person.

But—the uninvited guest did not stop there, as if he hated the sun of the withering moon, he pulled the edge of his hood slightly, so that the black hood and cloak wrapped himself more tightly, and then, as if strolling leisurely, without the slightest pause, without any inspection, he took an unhurried step, like a ghost, and shuttled between the two cross-placed spears that guarded the place.

Even so, the two guards guarding the temple were still ignorant, still scanning the surroundings with unwavering eyes, vigilant for any possible intruders, not realizing that just now, there was a black-robed man who exuded an aura of alienation from this world in their sight, and did not shy away from intruding into the sacred place they guarded.

In the withering moon, the weather turned cooler, and the only thing they noticed was a cold wind drifting by.

The black-robed man, who had long since left them, naturally didn't care about the guard's feelings, he didn't even glance behind him, he just walked silently in the golden hall, the divine light and light reflected on him, and then passed through his body, leaving no shadow on the ground, as if he didn't exist here—or only a shadow, a wriggling shadow.

There's no doubt that that's how he feels – and even further. Only in this way could he, who was out of step with the temple, be able to weave through the groups of patrolling guards, and even the clergy and the god-blessed knights who were close to the god's side level guarding the last portal turned a blind eye to him, allowing him to slowly and irresistibly penetrate into the deepest depths like an ominous shadow wriggling under the light of the gods.

That's right, infiltration.

It's not a simple description, but a description of a scene that really turns a blind eye to everyone in front of you. In front of the beautifully decorated doorway, the black-robed intruder paused slightly, his head raised under the hood, and an unknown color burned through the brim of his hat—it was only a faint moment, and his steps were not even disturbed at all, as if the pause did not exist.

Immediately after, he passed through the Divine Knight, who stood like a sculpture with a sword—when his body under the black robe was completely submerged in the knight's gorgeous and gorgeous armor, there was no trace of his existence in this world, not to mention the bishopric priest who sat next to him with his eyes closed and meditated on an ascetic dress, and even the Divine Blessed Knight, who was passed through his body, was unaware of this, and his body spasmed inexplicably—maybe the training a few days ago was a little hard, the knight thought.

He didn't realize that "someone" or "something" had deceived his eyes, and his five senses came to the door behind him through his body - reaching out and touching the intricate patterns on the door, but the golden ripples that his fingertips touched prevented him from further probing, and with the expansion of the ripple's area of influence, the huge door began to faintly glow with an unknown rune.

The black-robed man's expression was hidden under the hood, and he couldn't see it really, only the brim of the hood could be seen swaying abruptly a few times in the windless hall, and then the golden ripples inexplicably dimmed before attracting the attention of the guardians, and finally disappeared completely—at the same time, the clergyman with the strength of the bishop sitting on the side seemed to have a sense of it, and opened his eyes that had been closed, and cast a glance towards the door.

But—of course, he found nothing.

Maybe it's suspicious - the old man guarding here sighed, glanced suspiciously a few times, and finally had to give up helplessly and close his eyelids again - I don't know why, my mind couldn't calm down for a long time, and I felt like I was lost.

And just as he closed his eyes, the black-robed intruder had already passed through the golden door and entered the world behind the door—although the scenery in his line of sight was almost the same as in front of the door, even for the best architects and decorators, the sense of disorganized space reminded the uninvited guest that this was no longer the world of the ether, but a half-plane woven and created by the gods.

That's right, this is the real Sanctuary of Uroboros, a true infinite library.

The land of the gods, the place where mortal wisdom crystallizes.

If an ordinary person comes here, facing the vast sea of books, imagining the heavy wisdom that has been precipitated in the mortal world for thousands of years, and feeling the divine power that faintly pervades here, nine times out of ten they will produce emotions such as excitement or emotion or awe or depression, and it is difficult to help themselves - it can be seen from the previous series of means that the black-robed intruder is not an ordinary person, and in the face of everything here, he just let out a cold snort containing complex emotions.

Then, flick your sleeves away.

Walk through the historic district, through the political district, through the folklore district...... Without hesitation, he walked straight to the end of the path, paused and looked up—in front of him was a black door that was completely contrary to the style of the whole hall, and on it was written in magnificent and extraordinary words: "Whoever enters this door will be under the light for the rest of his life!" ”

"This is ......" The hood shook slightly, and the intruder spoke for the first time, uttering a hoarse voice, "Door of Shadows? ”

Under the light, there are shadows.

Under the light of God is the shadow of God.

The words on this door are not a curse, but a warning—whoever opens this door must first ask his heart—whether he has really let go of everything that has been earthly, whether he is willing to sacrifice his own light for the gods, and throw himself into the shadows of the gods, regardless of good or evil, but only faith, to be born for God, to fight for God, to be a sharp blade in the hands of the gods or the church, a sharp blade in the dark, a sharp blade stained with blood.

It is a door of shadows, a door of sin that can only be opened by fanatics such as the Inquisition, who have fallen to God's will.

Of course, none of this meant anything to the black-robed man, at least not for now.

After all, the Fall or something—it was already too distant to happen.

Slowly pushing open the door of shadows, the figure of the black-robed man disappeared into the shadows of the temple of radiance, and with a "creak" the door shut, in the sacred place favored by the gods, the light of the most holy gods once again enveloped the entire temple—without the slightest shadow, as sung in the hymn—"O God, you are the purest good, you are the supreme light—those dark gaps, the corners of sin, we will sweep them away, we will propalize your word, and let the world be under your light, The long night will never be. ”

"The sinful and the wicked will not remain in the world." In the shadows under the light, the black-robed intruder seemed to feel something, and muttered, it seemed that the hoarse sound of two pieces of rusty Chen Tie rubbing against each other from the vocal cords that had not made a sound for a long time was definitely not good.

But that's not the point, the point is the source of the sentence he was saying—it was an excerpt from the Praise of Radiance, an excerpt that ordinary mages don't even care about—and there was nothing of value in this verse, except for the listeners of the almost endless chant of praise, Tornatyus, the Lord of Radiance, one of the three main gods of the divine lineage.

Even a mage who specializes in the power of faith could not blurt out such a poem in praise of the gods, let alone the casual emotion of the poem—all of which seemed to indicate that the unbeliever, who dared to invade the land favored by the gods, might have some kind of connection with the church and even the gods.

But the black-robed intruder did not reveal more valuable information, and still wrapped his whole body in a black cloak and hood, exuding an aura of mysticism all over his body—after he sighed, he restrained his emotions, and a dark blue flame ignited in his hand, and continued to move forward with unhurried steps, as if he was very familiar with this place.

Stopping near the end, his right hand, with a faint blue flame, slowly approached the bookshelf, hunched over the bibliography—finally, his gaze rested on a black-covered book, then extinguished the flame in his hand, took it out as he remembered, and spread it out.

An incomparable glow descended the moment the page opened, gushing out from under the inconspicuous black cover—a moment later a little dim, but an acceptable soft light. Bathed in a light that can be said to be tender, the mysterious intruder utters the name of the book that has been passed down in the world: "The Holy Covenant—The Book of Sinners." ”

The calm tone doesn't sound any special feelings.

Then, no stranger to carving the next name on the golden title page of the book—he didn't know if the other party was still alive and if he could provoke a reaction from the book of sinners, but he gave it a try.

"Moya."

His fingertips gently moved upwards to complete the sketch of the last character of the name.

Ps: I'll change it this week, and I'll make it up later (although the amount of my update is small, but I make up for it every time...... Should? ）。

Ps2: The reason why I just changed the show is varied, there are Kavin (knocked down twice, the two times add up to 2700), there are more things at the end of the term, and there is, I am making up the show this week - the first time I have completed the show completely, I remember that when I was in middle school, I always remembered the spell that was darker than dusk, redder than blood...... It's super impressive, it can be said that the blood of the demon path is ...... No, the blood of the self-propelled cannon was buried deep by then.