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If you can't recognize where your own limits are, it will bring devastating disasters to yourself, the people around you, and even the world, just like the doors that Thoth sees now, if it is really the study of elves, then they deserve to be overthrown by humans, and some things here, even in the era after 7,000 years in which Thoth lived, dare not say that they are completely sure to solve.

For example, the Breath of the Black Mist next to his left hand, this airborne plankton is only the size of a cell, but if the timing is right, it can maintain almost unlimited replication and proliferation, and the explosion that pushes forward a thousand years in Thoth's timeline, the fog enveloped half of Yerevan and killed more than ninety percent of the creatures in it, but fortunately humans were not in that hemisphere.

After the shock, Thoth gradually calmed down, in fact, time exile is difficult to describe whether the exiled person is trapped in a projection of history, or really becomes a part of history, but in either case, it is completely indicative that in the era of primordial elf rule, these things have appeared in the future to bring infinite pain to Yerevan, unless this period is just a false simulation from the future.

A simulation so real that not even the Margrosh could do it.

Now Thoth didn't know whether to be happy or sorry, the elves didn't seem to know about it, and even the goddess of magic didn't seem to know that these things existed, whether it was because the person who made them had a loophole in some rule, or because the person was simply the one who would never be suspected.

He cautiously walked through the corridors, silently counting the types of these things, and checking whether the seals were intact, and Toth suspected that the "faceless one" holding the old priest's face came from behind one of the doors, and since there was already one, why not a second?

Like Thoth, although he knew the dangers, in the face of these tempting and excellent research materials, Stana inevitably took chances, "Do you want to open one and take a look? With the strength of the two of us, we can solve the situation before it becomes uncontrollable......

"Looking at these circuits, there's no way to prove that they're independent," Thoth stared at Stana as if he could take his hands off the slightest look, "I'm not dead enough to touch these things with magic before I'm sure the Circuit of Change will open all the doors." ”

Stana just smiled awkwardly, and then turned his back and walked ahead, but this was not to show trust to Toth, but because he had already vaguely sensed that if Toth hadn't been watching, he might really be tempted to open the door, the feeling as if something had been whispering in his ear made his heart itch, but soon his attention was diverted - "Toth, here's a door open!"

Standing in the position that Stana deliberately gave up, Toth stared at the hidden door, his face was more solemn than ever, it was not that the carved pattern relief on the door represented some terrible creature, in fact, there was nothing on the door, and all that appeared in Thoth's perception was "this is a door", nothing more.

His own perception was erased, which was one of the few pieces of information Thoth had received from the door, and the question now was whether someone had deliberately erased the contents of the door so that others could not guess what he was releasing or whether it was because the patterns were beyond the comprehension of human beings, and the body automatically filtered out the information when it received it in order to ensure the safety of the main consciousness.

In the present situation, Thoth even preferred the latter, but only one door in the entire winding corridor was opened, and the old priest still had a faceless worm on his face, and the scars on his body were self-mutilating acts that ascetics would only do when they lived in torment for a long time, and the old priest had gone mad -

All signs pointed the finger at one point, and the old priest opened the door where the Faceless Worm was imprisoned, and he even fought for a long time against the voice, the almost torn black sermon book, which was his only solace in these tormented days.

Stana doesn't think so, it's more of an intuitive denial than an inference, but it's not clear what the intuition came from, "but it's just a hypothesis, why can't it be that one day he found an anomaly in his church and couldn't help but push open a door, or that he simply built this cloister, and we don't know what happened here." ”

"No, we know. Thoth undisguised himself, and the power belonging to the legendary mage began to slowly recover, and with the silver light in his eyes, a familiar rudimentary spell leaped into it.

Stana was caught off guard by this turn of events, and said helplessly, "You just said that you don't move the magic circuits that control these doors. ”

Toth stretched out his hand, it was the spell model he had stored in his brain, the space-time calculation model that he and Stanner had completed together, "This thing only has a chance to be used once a year, and now it is more than 7,000 years away from our age, and we haven't found a chance to use it thousands of times."

However, it takes so long to calculate the anomaly that happened in Kurolo, and a small church can't take that much time, as long as we can find the initial point, everything will be clear. ”

Toth hadn't found an answer yet, and even the spell with the nature of model calculations had only been running for a while before it was interrupted by the sudden opening of the anti-magic field, and a terrible howl came from the small door of the Faceless One, and Toth pushed the door through the corridor, only to see that the original mask-like milky white bug had reverted to a turquoise carapace, and the sharp hook claws wrapped the mouthparts that were still dripping with slime, and the bug that broke away from the host unexpectedly spoke the human language, which was composed of the lingua franca of Yerevan seven thousand years later-" Get out of my world......"

Thoth, who came back to his senses again, returned to the place where everything began, but this time his mental power became extremely lacking, and his physical strength seemed to have dropped to a limit, not to mention the feeling of weakness coming from the depths of his soul.

Unfortunately, neither from the magic books nor his body, Toth could not find a single record of what happened after the Faceless Worm's words, and he couldn't figure out why the barrier had failed inexplicably, and there was no doubt that their efforts to find out the truth had affected the mysterious black hand.

Looking at the time and space that began to change again, Toth endured a huge sense of dizziness, drew his mental power from the magic book, gritted his teeth and said: "Your world, what exists in Yerevan, has never belonged to any one person!"