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With the roar from the depths of Calderon, Azik, who was far away in the southern continent, suddenly saw a flower in front of his eyes.

He heard the river flowing, and a black mist appeared around him like a veil, and a figure appeared behind the layers of veils, revealing a palpitating aura, as if death was close at hand.

The black veil separates life from death, and the white dress and gold ornaments on his body are like a gift to the deceased.

"Father." Azik hurriedly saluted the figure.

The figure did not respond to his attitude, and asked in a wandering voice:

"Where?"

"Where did you just go?"

"Your occult connections have appeared in places I can't perceive......"

"Where are you and Him?"

"Is it history? Did you appear in history? Who is calling you from the past? Is He also going to return from history? Is that so? ”

He didn't seem to be in the right state...... This series of questions caught Azik a little off guard, and he patiently waited for the other party to finish asking all the questions, and then sorted out his thoughts and started from the beginning:

"Yes, Father, just now I felt the call of my students, which should be through the historical projection of the 'soothsayer'."

"So I responded to him, but I don't know what he's going to do when he summons me."

"Historical Projection." The figure behind the veil said slowly, "Historical projection ......"

The figure suddenly moved, and he strode close to Azik Eggers, the black mist swaying like a veil in the wind, and he walked up to Azik, a graceful arm reaching out from the veil and grasping his shoulder.

Azk's eyes widened too much to ask, and the next moment, he was caught behind the veil by death.

In the real world, Azik, who was looking through the documents in the consul's mansion and confirming many affairs, suddenly lost his breath and fell heavily on the table, as if he had entered a state of death.

But at the same time.

In the fog of history, the eyes of the first Baron Ramder, who had returned to the fragment of the Fifth Age where he was located, and who was looking for his wife and children, instantly became smart. Azik's consciousness disappeared from the material realm, and the projection of history naturally gained reason.

Azik looked left and right, ready to leave the fragment of history to check on Klein's condition.

His instincts told him that Crane needed help as well.

"Honey."

At this moment, a strange and familiar voice sounded in his ears. Azik looked back a little stunned, only to see the wife with beautiful hair of the "first Baron Rumder" walking over with her child in her arms, smiling close to him, leaning her head on Azik's shoulder, and asking gently: "The sun is so good today, can you accompany me to the garden?" ”

Azk's movements froze instantly, and he looked intently at his wife's soft face, and then at the eldest son in his arms, who had not yet grown up.

His wife has been dead for hundreds of years, and even her memories are blurred. And his children ...... He was killed by vicious means, became an evil spirit in his mansion, lingered, and was used as one of the materials for promotion by Ince Zangwill because of his identity as a descendant of the Grim Reaper.

The heartbeat in my ears suddenly became louder, and the voices and smiles of my past wives appeared in my mind one by one. He couldn't look away, and some strange, sour, mythical creature couldn't have a mood slowly rising, and he suddenly felt a sense of attachment.

The people he once loved are dead, but they are still alive in history.

Azik didn't answer, but his wife smiled and said, "It's so good that I didn't expect me to be able to monopolize the busy baron for two hours today." ”

With that, his wife got up from his shoulder, reached out and took Azik's shoulder, and led him into the distance.

Azik looked at his wife's side face and subconsciously followed her a few steps forward.

Instead of being desolate and dilapidated hundreds of years later, Rumder Castle now has a beautiful garden because of the hostess's affection. Azik remembered that he used to walk here with his wife a lot, and even if he later lost his humanity and became cold and cruel, he maintained this habit until she died.

For a moment, Azik wanted to stay in this fragment of history a little longer, but his concern for Crane prevailed.

After some struggle, with a little effort, he withdrew his arm from his wife's arms, and saw that she was still walking in the direction of the garden, and for a moment he was a little lost.

Inexplicably emotionally surged, Azk walked up quickly, ran to his wife's side, took her hand hanging in the air, kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, and then lowered his head and kissed the child in his wife's arms, who was not yet one year old.

"I love you."

He wanted to say something more, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say a word. Or maybe they have become a past condensed in time, like something in amber, and Azik is still alive, leaving them and going to the world of the living.

Time is urgent, even if you are reluctant to leave.

Azik took one last look at them in his memory, then simply turned around and walked away from the fragment of history without looking back.

The wife walked alone in the garden, her arms hanging in the air, as if someone should be holding her affectionately.

The fragments of history gradually faded away, and suddenly, she tilted her head sideways, looked at her empty side, and said softly with a satisfied smile:

"Yes, dear, I love you too."

……

Zarathu stared at the reversed "emperor" who was placed by him, was silent for a moment, then put away all four cards, and greeted the guests who had already sat down with a slight smile:

"Welcome, what do you want to divination?"

The guest was a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman, with a gold bracelet in his pocket, who looked like he was well-off and wealthy.

The merchant nodded simply: "Divination, I received a large business, which was introduced by my partner, and we have cooperated many times, but this time inexplicably I am not at ease, maybe your divination can give me some guidance or enlightenment." ”

Zaratul nodded and began to shuffle the cards.

The shuffling of the old soothsayers is an art, and the people in the back all stretch their necks and widen their eyes in appreciation. The tarot cards flowed freely in His hands as if they were alive, and with this talent show, Zarathu was able to digest the "master trickster" of Ten Vials of Apprenticeship Sequence 8.

He placed the cards on the table upside down, drew three cards and arranged them in a customary way, unraveling the first card under the expectant gaze of the merchant.

The reversal of the "Grim Reaper"!

Zarathu's pupils shrank, his gray beard trembled a few times, and he said in disbelief:

“…… It's not a good sign, sir, and you're probably not the only one who is upset in this trade, and the reversal of this card means 'stubbornness, persistence, reluctance to let go, and dwelling on the past,' and these situations will lead to a somewhat undesirable outcome. ”

Zarathu fell silent, and so did the merchant, his expression a little complicated, as if he was recalling something.

"Come to think of it, my investor seems to have encountered some urgent matter and needs a sum of money to turn over ......," the merchant said uncertainly.

"Bad results...... Well, that's just the first card, and we can hope for a turnaround for the next one. Zarathu comforted the merchant, and as if by the way, he slowly stretched out his hand, turned over the second card, and pursed his lips slightly.

The upright position of the tower.

“…… Maybe you can treat this card as lucky. "The Tower is the only card that shows a negative situation, whether it's straight or backward, which means that losses are inevitable and only depend on how you accept them. ”

After saying this, the merchant's expression became even more unsightly, and his body movements showed a desire to leave.

Zaratul looked at the card, and after a long silence, slowly turned it over.

"Let me accept such a reality? To receive the gift of the Creator, to receive the blessing of fate, to receive the favor of war, it is as if everything around him is pushing him forward...... Why is it now, why is it him, why do I have to accept failure? ”

When the Lord of the Storm attacked Lemburg, Zarathu also performed a divination, and was given the reversal of the "Tower" - combined with the extremely strong occult symbolism of the time, Zarathu was not surprised by this result. The tower symbolizes negativity, failure, falling, and ruining all kinds of negative situations, and is not even willing to hide a glimmer of life like the "Grim Reaper". The fall of the god of knowledge and wisdom is perfectly compatible with the face and symbolism of the Tower, but when this card appears in his future, Zarathu is not so happy.

The current god of thunder also holds the symbol of the "tower", and Zarathu even wondered if this was one of the hints that the god of thunder had given him.

But it is not a suggestion that He is trying to move forward, but that He is in a better state of mind to be prepared for the coming failure.

Then again, the impending failure, in addition to the Creator God in front of him, there are ...... Zarathu frowned, combined with the oracle given to him by the God of Thunder, he suddenly had a bad premonition, as if he had seen something wrong with the king's promotion ceremony.

For sequences like Him, who have been immersed in "divination" for thousands of years, intuition is equivalent to a small "prophecy"!

At that moment, He felt something and closed his eyes.

"Sure enough...... Failed. ”

"Something is not good...... If both things go wrong, I'll be glad I'm drawn straight instead of reversed. ”

Zarathu couldn't help but think to himself, the future Black Emperor, the god of thunder of the dual path, the Kingdom of Rune is undoubtedly the largest ship at the moment. Although the latter showed nothing in support of his candidacy for the "Lord of Mysteries", and did not even write empty checks, the oracle to warn him of George III also meant to see him show support.

But if the king's ritual could go wrong and the arrest of the owner of the source castle wouldn't go well, Zarathu would have to think about whether to readjust his plans.

The merchant did not hear Zarathu's muttering, he looked at the last card in Zarathu's hand, and urged:

"What else?"

"I hope that last card will give us some good inspiration." Zarathu said half-jokingly, and then without much hesitation, he unfolded the last card.

Orthostatic Sword 3.

Zaratul's eyes widened slightly, and he rubbed his beard and said slowly:

"It's really a turning point, what you're experiencing now may make you feel uneasy or even frightened, and you may have a fatal hole in your work, but if you find it, you may have a chance to save it."

"But, well, it's not a good thing, because this card represents dispute, fight. It may be that even if the problem is solved, you will not get any substantial improvement or benefit, and the prospects are not very good, sir, we are not very lucky. ”

Even the revelation merely expresses that "if there is no remedy, great disaster will come, but if it is remedied, nothing good will happen...... Zarathu thought for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile:

"It's like you've been cursed by fate."

A sequence one, you can't catch a sequence three, isn't this abandoned by fate?

After saying that, he stood up and began to lift his tablecloth, as if by magic, the crystal ball, the pendulum, the tarot cards, the delicate tablecloth and even the table on the table all disappeared, and the guest who had just stood up almost fell because he lost his chair, and everyone exclaimed.

"Aren't you going to continue divination?" The people in the back of the queue asked intently.

"No, no, I've also been enlightened, it's time to get off work." Zarathu smiled and made a joke at the young lady who spoke.

The queue had to gradually disperse, and the carriage that had been blocked on the road moved again.

Zaratul slowly moved to the other side of the street on crutches, as if intending to walk to Queens. Having lost the aura of mystery that comes with divination, he now resembles a homeless and lonely old man who can be seen everywhere.

As he passed by the carriage where the owner of the Source Fort was, he smiled and glanced out the window.

……

As soon as the "Emperor of Knowledge" Russell emerged from the fog of history, he immediately turned his head and looked at Klein condescendingly.

His momentum suddenly became lofty, as if the sky was suddenly a lot higher, and one illusory and complex symbol after another condensed in his eyes, and a huge mountain of useless knowledge rushed over like a tsunami. Crane's eyes showed the exact same symbol, and in an instant, his head swelled rapidly, his blood vessels ruptured, and his entire face was stained bloody!

The massive amount of chaotic knowledge compressed Klein's own thoughts to the extreme, and he only had time to come up with the first word, and the second word had already been washed into the corner of his brain by hundreds of books.

Crane's skull popped open, and his body turned into a paper figure and flew away.

Russell looked in the other direction, and the knowledge pounced again, and Crane's head, who had just appeared there, swelled again, and in less than two seconds, the second paper figure double also exploded.

In the fog of history, it seems that fireworks are being set off, and Klein's paper figure double is consumed in the blink of an eye.

Gotta pull a history projection out and help me share it!! Crane struggled to think of a countermeasure in the interval between the explosion of the paper figures, and then, suddenly, he remembered that he still had a psychic connection in his body, so he frantically let go of part of his psychological defenses, allowing the tsunami of knowledge to divert it.

Klein's pressure dropped sharply, and the rate at which his head swelled decreased significantly.

Trier.

The "Red of War" regiment is undergoing routine training and recuperation.

"What do you eat at night?" A hunter asked his companion.

The companion opened his mouth and said, "Eat quantum mechanics." Quantum mechanics, also known as Russell mechanics, is a well-known theory that describes microscopic matter, and together with the theory of relativity, it is considered the two fundamental pillars of modern physics, and many physical theories and sciences such as atomic physics, solid state physics, nuclear physics, and particle physics, as well as other related disciplines, are based on quantum mechanics. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" One person said, "Art appreciation, also known as art appreciation, refers to the aesthetic evaluation and aesthetic enjoyment activities that people produce in the process of contacting works of art, and it is also a kind of thinking activity for people to understand the objective world through artistic images (artistic conceptions)." In the process of art appreciation, psychological factors such as feelings, perceptions, appearances, thinking, emotions, associations and imaginations are extremely active. ”

Several hunters engaged in a chicken-to-duck nonsense, pointing fingers at each other, scratching their ears and cheeks, and this strange disease quickly spread throughout the regimental camp, and in the blink of an eye, all the regimental commanders and recruits were recruited.

Medici suddenly felt that there was a pile of useless knowledge in his head, and the amount of knowledge was still increasing rapidly, and he shook his head suspiciously: "What is that kid doing in the fog of history?" Endorsement? ”

"Hey, it's the sage's faction that hides it, and you can't turn off the spiritual link, let them meditate on their own." Medici called out to Donn, who was just passing by and listened to the knowledge, and ordered, "Fenerport noodles should be mixed with the latest concrete ......"

Medici hurriedly shut up.

"Yes!" Donn nodded vigorously, and then left hand and foot, "Inform the cafeteria to make Fenerport noodles and concrete tonight!" ”

Medici was shocked.

……

In short, with the knowledge indoctrination of the Red of War Stream, Crane's state quickly improved, and just as he was about to use a spell to casually catch someone from the historical projection and quickly escape, a person approached him quickly in the depths of the mist.

People who can operate in the fog of history...... Klein suddenly became nervous, for fear that it would be Zarathu himself who would go into battle.

The next moment, the man in the fog of history rushed out, ran to Klein's side, and pulled him hard into the distance.

Azik was immediately reflected in the historical projection of Russell Gustaf, and his escape speed suddenly slowed down, and he didn't even need the "Emperor of Knowledge" to act, just relying on this extraordinary ability to pour one sequence two and one sequence three to death here.

Bang! Klein blew up two more times.

"Give me the charm!" With difficulty, Azik remembered his purpose and reached out to take the spell that Crane was holding in his hand, and at this time, Crane was exhausted from all his strength just to fight against the torrent of knowledge, and he was powerless to resist.

Azik grabbed Crane's charm, and then grabbed Crane's hand, which was already a head and two years old, but still insisted:

"I tell you a name now, you take the knowledge of this man, and then summon His historical projections!"

After saying that, Azk turned his head sharply and shouted at Russell:

"Thea Palenque Eggers!!"

- Thinking creatures have a strange conditioned reflex, that is, after hearing a certain term, if they understand something, their minds will involuntarily start to recall the content related to that term.

Retrieving nouns and interacting with knowledge seekers are also the instincts of the "Emperor of Knowledge", and at the moment when Azk calls out the name, Russell Gustav's historical projection suddenly recalls and thinks about "Thea Palenque Eggers".

In the next second, Klein's mind had all the information about the name out of thin air, including appearance, age, identity, sequence, family relationship, hiding place, resistance stronghold, and seal status...... and countless other information, Klein felt that he would definitely not be able to summon the historical projection if he hadn't even seen the other party, but now, this was probably the only way - Azik grabbed his arm, Crane raised his hand with all his might, and whispered:

"It worked!"

His arms tensed violently, clutching hard in the fog of history.

But it's a pity that even with the "effective" blessing of the true god level, nothing has been touched.

"It really doesn't work...... I haven't met him in person, I haven't had any relationship with him, and I can't theoretically summon him. ”

Klein didn't give up, he was just about to withdraw his hand and grab it again, suddenly, he felt a cold hand in history grab him!

At the same time, Azik beside him quickly disappeared.

As a medium of occult connections, this historical projection has run out of power.

Klein only felt as if he had been grasped by something extremely heavy, and the hand that emerged from the dark mist with the help of him was a Thea Palenque Eggers who had almost the same knowledge as Crane had received, but looked even more angry.

As soon as he appeared, he suddenly looked at Russell's historical projection, his expression was hideous, and he laughed angrily:

"Russell Gustaf, I've found you!"

Crane was stunned, and suddenly felt as if water had fallen on his fingers.

He lowered his head, and saw that the woman in the white dress in the style of Byron had drops of water falling from her long black hair, and the black droplets of water turned into mist in the air and drifted away, reminiscent of ghosts in ancient legends.

Russell's historical projection also seemed to perceive that this time the enemy was more tricky, and the attack method suddenly changed, and a huge metal instrument rumbled up from the fog of history, with arms, heads, giant cannon barrels and churners, and at the same time, the starlight fell from the sky, constructing more complex mysterious ritual magic, just a glance, Crane felt as if his mind was about to explode.

"I won't lose to you again!"

Ignoring all these bells and whistles, Thea Eggers suddenly transformed into a gigantic feathered serpent, pale flames devouring the unformed machinery and starlight, forcing Russell's historical projection to retreat.

Feathered Serpent took advantage of the victory and pursued, and the huge snake's tail swept away, completely shattering the metal that was burned by the flames!

The dogs of Fugen swarmed up and dragged him out of the mouth with his clothes in their mouths.

Rumble!

The starlight magic exploded suddenly, the dark mist was shaken slightly, and the intensity of the battle in the fog of history suddenly increased to a level, Crane was shaken by the surging aftermath of the waves, his brain was a mess, and he was so painful that he wanted to vomit blood, and he almost fell unconscious.

"What kind of person is this recruiting......

This historical projection Rosell does not have many memories of Thea Palenque Eggers, who is only a demigod in his memory, but who summons an angel. With difficulty, Crane stood up with the help of the Dog of Fugen, and walked into the distance with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Despicable people from the Northern Continent, you don't want to step into my land again!"

The feathered serpent let out an earth-shattering roar, burning like a real rage. At the same time, the black mist that filled the middle of nowhere quietly eroded the starlight and the metal protection that was constantly reassembling and collapsing, revealing Russell.

However, to the pale empress's roar, a historical projection will naturally not respond in any way.

Even, in between battles, Russell's historical projection did not forget his job and intercepted Klein who wanted to escape from the chaos twice.

The Pale Empress's historical projection seized the gap in the other party's distraction and opened her mouth violently to growl. There are no spirits to summon in the fog of history, and there is no spirit world, the giant feathered serpent suddenly swoops down, and its body entangles Russell's historical projection, and the symbol of death and the black mist rush to wrap the historical projection, melting this historical projection at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even decomposing it into the most basic spirituality!

Russell's historical projection struggled quickly, but the metal and magic were dissolved faster than it could be, and the mystical reappearance magic was interrupted before it could unfold, and it was entwined by the tail of the feathered serpent, constantly being flailed and slammed in all directions with a roar.

Extraordinary battles, with each other's abilities restricted, turned into the simplest hand-to-hand combat.

Crane glanced back with a palpitating look and quickened his retreat.

With some effort, the weak soothsayer finally moved to the weakest part of this fog of history, and he frantically touched the dogs around him several times as a thanksgiving, and then struggled to stand up and meditated, simulating the feeling of falling and detached.

After his figure disappeared, the dogs of Fugen also disappeared into the depths of the fog of history one after another, leaving the battlefield.

"Die!"

It didn't take long for Russell's historical projection to be shattered by the power of the River of Eternal Darkness and the breath of death, and the Feathered Serpent opened its bloody mouth and bit down on the historical projection's body, tearing open its chest and an entire arm, and devouring it.

After a few bites full of hatred, the historical projection turned into spirituality and was devoured, and the crazy Feathered Serpent searched this space for a while, and the hatred-soaked obsession finally realized that Russell had disappeared and would not appear in front of him again.

"I won?"

The huge feathered serpent muttered to itself, and it circled in the air in disbelief, before falling to the ground, staring blankly into the distance.

"I won ......"

He turned back into a human and looked around, but he found no one he was familiar with, no one to praise the Empress's victory, and his parents and the people were gone. He took a few steps in the deep black fog of history and lost his way.

A long time later, a fragment of the history of the Southern Continent of the Quaternary period floated in, encompassing his figure.

……

As soon as Klein's consciousness returned to his body, he instinctively looked at the window.

The old secret attendant passed by his car, and the deep eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood cast a glance at him, and then a meaningful smile appeared.

Then he looked away slowly, and he slowly walked into the distance, as if the killing machines and dead hands just now did not exist.

The carriage moved slowly, and Crane's chest heaved violently.

His mood could not be calm, and he could barely take his eyes off the back of Zarathu, until the figure of this old man, who was both an enemy and a senior, slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

TBC

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TNND is finally done.

(End of chapter)