It was a long, narrow passageway, and it was pitch black all around, but Colin could feel a room in the distance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And in that room there was a voice whispering to Colin.

Colin followed the sensation and walked about three or four thousand steps before he noticed a dim light at the end of the path.

"A lab?" Colin finally stepped into the room, the air seemed a little viscous, even making it feel like he was swimming in the air, and he could even feel the resistance of the fluctuations when he swung his arms vigorously.

The lab had apparently been abandoned for a long time, many of the glass containers had accumulated a thick layer of ash on their surfaces, and the contents of the contents had become blurry and undetectable, and there were specimens of strange creatures and a lot of straw paper used for calculations on the desk.

"Oh, let me take a look...... Well, the hexaponomic method for measuring the external light of the field of view? The equation is also wrong here. Colin frowned, "What kind of age is this?" ”

The so-called hexadex method is a method for human beings to detect the invisible color light of the human eye in the light, people ingest a beam of light into a special hexapangular prism crystal, by adjusting the bottom angle of the hexap prism to a specific angle, the crystal can split the sky light (sunlight) into all sixteen primary colors; except for the red, green and blue colors that are visible to humans, the rest are "cognitive colors", and the medium to detect the existence of these colors and light is actually the sensory organ of the superior, you can imagine how many superiors the ancients hunted in order to carry out this research. The formula for the bottom angles of the sixteenth division on this piece of papyrus was not deduced to the end, and the exact time of its perfection is unknown, but Colin can be sure that the correct sixteenth formula was known to almost all scholars more than fifteen centuries ago. It is likely that the papyrus, which was crudely crossed halfway through the calculation, is from at least fifteen centuries ago, which means that the laboratory existed at least 1,500 years ago.

"It's probably the laboratory of an ancient theologian...... Oh, look at this, the tentacles of the great god?" Colin muttered to himself in surprise as he stared at the soaking biological tissue in a glass jar next to him.

What is certain is that the owner of this laboratory is definitely a very powerful individual or some huge force behind it: hunting the ancient gods is far more difficult than hunting real dragons, and ordinary people without psychic abilities will die from exploding their brains just by looking directly at the ancient gods.

Humans have been hunting the Old Gods for a long time, but no one has even survived the Old Gods until Heklas, the "original traveling scholar". Heklas believes that there is an insurmountable physical gap between human beings and the ancient gods in their own qualifications, and that any contest of brute force or mental power will be self-digging. But humanity has a very big advantage - smallness.

Being small means being extremely difficult to detect, and even if it is discovered, it is very easy to be despised or ignored, and this gives Heklas a lot of room to play: the master of conspiracy uses all kinds of strange ways to find the flaws and weaknesses of the gods, and calculates countless superiors through various deceptions and deceptions. Before he finally died at the hands of the superiors, there were as many as 14 ancient gods who were confirmed to have died at his hands, and many ancient gods who were calculated to death by this master in various legends were not counted.

Although it ended in tragedy, Heklas's path was pursued by countless descendants, and the traveling scholars gradually almost equated with the "Old God Hunter". But those times seem to be more than a dozen centuries ago. Since then, the number of traveling scholars has also begun to proliferate, as a number of traveling libraries have been established in various places. These scholars travel from library to library, leaving a note of what they have seen and heard, and they can receive a series of free services such as room and board.

As a result, the centuries of traveling scholars have become a rabble of wanderers, charlatans, bards, and storytellers. The glory of hunting the Old Gods seems to be long gone, and most of them have only seen descriptions of the Old Gods in books.

Of course, if this laboratory had been established fifteen centuries ago, during the era of large-scale hunting of the Old Gods, it would be understandable that the Ancient God organizations that can be seen here and everywhere would be understandable.

"It was a crazy time. If it weren't for the coincidence of the aphorisms, Colin might have been a bard traveler scholar in this life. But now, he is unwittingly embarking on the glorious path of his ancient predecessors!

"It's a pity that these organizations have been stored for too long, and they are just pieces of rotten flesh in their own form. Colin's gaze swept over the various high-level tissue specimens on the display shelves in the depths of the laboratory, his eyes full of surprise but also loss: after all, he now had some ability to acquire the knowledge of the superiors, and the unusability of these materials in front of him was indeed a great loss.

"Huh?" Colin's eyes froze, and Colin saw a jar of pale blue liquid. The liquid appears to be flowing on its own, glowing slightly, and is faintly visible in the dimly lit laboratory.

Approaching the jar, Colin could now see the contents of the jar more clearly: the glimmering light was the tiny particles scattered all over the liquid species, and these particles seemed to be flowing and spinning in a regular manner, forming a small vortex inside the jar.

Curiosity drove Colin to open the jar, and for a moment he was almost stunned by the thick blood and stench. Colin quickly covered his nose with one hand and plunged the other into the liquid in the jar: he was eager to obtain information about the mysterious liquid through liquid perception.

......

Still in this laboratory, Colin was staring blank at the moment, with one hand in a jar. At this time, Colin was in his consciousness confronted with a large but crumbling corpse: this corpse was made up of many hair-like tissues, and it was obvious that the body under the hair was very shriveled. It was a superior one, and it looked like a battle-type god with a strong body, sharp claws, and four long, relatively thick forearms. Of course, at this moment, all that was shriveled was the stump like firewood.

The dream of a dead superior was clearly on the verge of collapse, and now Colin's intrusion was the straw that broke the camel's back. The whole dream was shaking violently, and cracks continued to appear on the edge of the field of vision, and at first the cracks would heal on their own, and gradually, the collapse of the dream became irreversibly and abruptly accelerated.

Colin may not know how dangerous he is at this moment: if he doesn't retrieve any of the knowledge of this superior before the dream collapses completely, he will not be able to return to the manifestation and eventually be dismembered in the void by the fragments of existence!

Fortunately, Colin mistakenly thought that he was about to wake up from a dream, and he happened to seize all the time to find clues to the knowledge of the superiors.

Hurrying through the cracked dreams, Colin seemed aimlessly searching for places where the knowledge of the superior might remain. Finally, next to the corpse of the superior one, Colin found an unfolded scroll that closely resembled the Maxim Paper Scroll, and found handwriting on it that resembled the previous Okami script.

Without much reaction, almost subconsciously, Colin took out the communication ink and pen he had with him and traced the words again. Finally, at the moment when the last pen was finished, a loud noise came from the dream, and the sound of glass breaking was everywhere: the dream completely collapsed!

At the same time, Colin felt like he had been punched in the chest and was knocked backwards. With a flower in front of me, I returned to the old laboratory.

As before, the Maxim Paper Roll had been suspended for a long time.

"Colin, you're lucky~ This is probably a can of blood from the superiors!" The aphorism paper scroll said to Colin while examining the new aphorism: "Blood is indeed the most direct means of contacting the superiors. However, those stupid people in the past generally chose to transfuse or drink blood, and in the end, most of them became things that were not human and ghostly. ”

"If you look at it this way, the ability I have gained to read liquid information has helped me a lot. ”

"Of course, you are now recognizing these dreams in the same way that the superiors perceive things, and the effect is even more direct than blood transfusions, and most importantly: there are no side effects!" The paper scroll seemed to be very excited now, and there was a little joy in his tone: "Okay, let's take a look at this new motto...... Well...... 'The trail of the soul is buried in the blood.' ’...... Well, that's what this adage means. ”

"You mean that blood can be used to trace souls?" Colin realized. The great god I saw before really looked like a stalker, and it was indeed not unusual to have this kind of knowledge. However, what made Colin even more curious was why a scroll that resembled an aphorism paper scroll appeared in the dream.

Xiang Maxim Paper Scroll briefly recounted the experience in the dream world, and the paper scroll also fell into deep thought: "It is very likely that the previous dream invader stole the knowledge of the superior and did not evacuate in time and was killed by the awakened superior, the scroll you said is likely to be his relic." The aphorism paper scroll thought for a moment, and then said: "This is very likely, and it is very likely that the person who invaded the dream of the superior person got in touch through blood transfusion or blood drinking. And when faced with such a superior with blood tracking ability, they will have nowhere to hide. It should also be a quick thing to be killed. ”

As if thinking of something, Colin pulled out a vial of blood from his bosom: it was something he had collected from Hawke in the well, and he had wanted to read some information in the form of liquid sensations, but he had never had time. Speaking of blood, Colin suddenly remembered to probe it.

Unscrewing the lid, Colin sniffed first, the breath of blood in his mind first intertwined haphazardly for a moment, then froze in unison, and then disappeared in unison.

"Well, it seems that when a person dies, the soul will completely dissipate. Of course there was no trace to be found. Colin seems to have found a plausible explanation for the phenomenon just now.

"Why, do you think that the soul dies after death?

"Otherwise, no one who has died has come back to tell me what it is like to be after death, where do I know?"

"Well, there's a bit of truth to what you're saying......"

At this point, Colin held out his finger again, ready to feel it in the blood in the bottle. The perception of the blood of the Old Gods had just led him directly into the dreams of the Old Gods, and Colin was curious to know what information he would gain from probing the blood of a mortal.

Eventually, Colin's fingers touched the blood, and the surrounding environment changed, and Colin began to browse Hawke's memories from the perspective of a bystander, but unfortunately the blood had been left for a long time, and most of the information had been lost. But in the information of one clip, Colin still captures a relatively clear scene.

"Ah, that woman! the animal trainer of the circus!" it was the Assassin Uhl who appeared in the memory fragment at this moment, and the old man standing opposite her was Antutan. It looked like the two were having some kind of secret conversation, and Hawke, who was not far away and pretending to be asleep, seemed to have overheard the conversation and kept it in his memory.

The campfire at the camp crackled, and Hawke couldn't fully hear the conversation between the two around the fire. At this time, Colin, who was browsing Hawke's memory, only caught a few vague words from this conversation, but it was these words that made Colin shocked.

Assassinations, Bartomir, mutiny and war!

A rough conspiracy seems to have begun to take shape in Colin's mind trained by traveling scholars: assassinate Bartomir to trigger the Eaton mutiny, and take advantage of the chaos to declare war and launch a surprise attack!

"I'm leaving for Eton. With that, Colin walked out of the laboratory quickly, time was running out and the situation was critical. If the speculation is true, then the entire province is on the verge of a great crisis, and something must be done about it.