* The fog of history has opened again

I'm out of control again.

I'm used to it.

This time it wasn't because I was eating anything, like the corpse of that Tyr warrior. This time it's because I know too much.

After eating up the memories of the entire city at the bottom of the lake, I learned about a basic rule called "extraordinary power", and knew "potions", "paths", "promotion ceremonies", and other incomprehensible and strange things. But I quickly found a correspondence, and my naturally overly strong mental strength and fragile body that shattered at the touch should have been brought by the "Meditation Warlock" in Sequence 7 of the "Decay" pathway, and the ability to obtain memories carried by inanimate objects by touching and eating corresponded to the "Memory Historian" in Sequence 4 of the "Withering" pathway.

These things are so complex and unimaginable that I didn't expect that the place called the "library" and the books in it would bear witness to the preservation of so much history and knowledge, and I lost control when I looked at it.

It turns out that this is the case, extraordinary properties are conserved. Newborn children inherit the extraordinary characteristics of dead creatures, not the so-called reincarnation.

God of Order, how many words did you tell the truth?

On top of that, I got even more incredible news.

Now I know from books and libraries that our innate strength is not God-given, but a seed that has been planted at birth, the so-called extraordinary characteristics. It takes an extraordinary trait to give birth to a life, because a life that is not strong enough simply cannot survive in an extremely nutrient-starved and hostile environment, as was the case with Latour and Tyre. But as far as I know, there have been no examples of this in the past. Because I didn't find any extraordinary properties from that Tyr cub, and I didn't find any extraordinary properties in the entire frozen lake city, and the whole city was actually "ordinary creatures"?

Thousands of years ago, was this planet a place where "ordinary creatures" could live, learn, hunt, and grow?

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Of course, there is a more important thing to solve now, and that is that after losing control, I found that I had something in me that I didn't have. According to the knowledge obtained, this is incomplete mythical biomorphism.

Mythical biomorphism. I talk to myself, incomplete mythical biomorphism. Mythical creatures are affected by the top of the sequence, i.e., gradually moving closer to the posture of the gods. So, as a hybrid of Sequence 7 + Sequence 4, on this planet where there is only a "God of Order", no matter which way it is, my mythical bioform must have originated from her.

About one hundred and thirty gas cycles (a unique way of keeping time for the Treant race), I lost control of the sheer amount of knowledge I saw. A frenzied tsunami was unleashed in the thinking organs, unable to properly direct the operation of the tentacles and roots for a while.

I watched my branches slowly merge together, and they intertwined into a whole that didn't separate from each other, and then hair after hair came out! Then I felt something in my torso, struggling from my back to break out of the cocoon - I heard the sound of my shell being torn, it didn't matter, because - it hurt, I actually felt the pain!

The field of vision suddenly increased.

First a claw, then a head, and another self emerged from my torso.

The new body is Tyr. It turns out that the god of order is Tyr.

I was forced to endure the pain of birth and death, and my head was torn apart from the four visual organs distributed in the roof of the jaw and cheeks, and the hearing organs with a range of motion of more than 180 degrees. Sharp front paws, muscles, blood, and a hairy body. Dongdong! The newborn hair turned pitch black the next moment it came into contact with the air, and the throat and trachea of the newborn, which was covered in a lake of blood, made me choke on my breath. Dongdong! I had something in my chest that wasn't there at all, and the vibrating vibrations made my eyes and ears ring. Dongdong! The hearth persisted, as if to draw my attention with great power, and I noticed it, and I couldn't ignore it at all, as the new flesh was cut by my branches, and too much blood poured out of the scratches and my mouth.

That's the end of it. New blood poured out of my newly owned mouth, nose, and eyes, congealing into mottled blood stains on the hair on my chest. The surrounding ice fields were cut deep by my claws, and I felt the coolness of the thick ice chips as they landed on my skin. The hearth beat vigorously, and I finally understood where the vitality and vitality of the Tyrs came from.

The paws are indeed good for reading and writing......

I could smell the blood, but I couldn't sense the moisture in the air or the course of the river underground......

"Ahh I can make a sound.

It felt very strange, and the tactile and auditory senses that had become sharp made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I didn't know how to control the extra limbs. I wanted to wipe the blood from my mouth, but the claws almost pierced my eyes, not to mention that I only had an upper body, and my hind limbs, tail, wings, and exoskeleton had not grown, and it was a dream to have Tyr's physical coordination. The half-and-half combination was so twisted that it looked like a blasphemous work, and if I wanted to move forward with such a body, I would have to climb.

I tried to move forward with my roots, but after walking for a while, I felt too slow, and the presence of blood prevented me from moving slowly.

…… Climb and climb.

TBC

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After thinking about it carefully, I found that there was only one possibility for me to spontaneously double change for a long time: the squid was going to write Mystery 2.