readx;? The Book of the Seven Days, Redemption on the Sixth Day (3)

The afternoon sun lazily shone on the beautiful Elven Valley, painting the surrounding lush forests a warm pale red. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe surrounding mountains are very quiet, but the elves in the valley are hurrying to and fro, and they seem to be very busy.

Around the floating temple in the center of the valley, hundreds of huge magical symbols that were one meter square had been cast. These magical symbols are extremely intricately crafted, shimmering with different magical sheens in the sunlight. Each magic symbol is made of different precious metals or magical raw materials, not to mention the value of this magic array design scheme and the incredible craftsmanship involved in making these giant runes, how can the materials used in these magic symbols alone be indescribably priceless? Even the three great empires would never have the financial resources to create such a luxurious magic array.

At this time, on each magic symbol, there is an elf sitting. These spirits, male and female, old and young, were all dressed in pale robes, bowing their heads in meditation and motionless. It's just that many of the elves are looking tired, apparently having been meditating for a long time. Occasionally, an elf would fall if he couldn't hold on, and the elf would be carried away and a new elf would come and fill his place.

Every elf that was carried away was dying, not simply exhausted. Their life force seemed to be running dry, and some of the elves closed their eyes forever before they were halfway through.

Faced with their fallen companions one after another, the elves did not grieve. There was only reverence and holiness on their faces, and they calmly faced the departure of their companions.

This is the fate of these elves, and everything they have done in their long and hundreds of years of life has been for this moment today.

The talismans are like bottomless mouths, endlessly devouring the life force of the elves, and through the invisible network, they are gathered and transported to the floating temple in the sky.

In the Elven Valley surrounded by mountains, there is still a discordant corner in this tragic and holy moment.

There is a small and inconspicuous building in the Elven Valley. There was a mournful scream from time to time, and there was a crisp metal knock. However, Xiao Lou was completely enveloped by an invisible magical enchantment. Not a single sound could be heard outside, so the noise inside the building did not disturb the sacred rituals outside.

On the second floor of the small building was an empty hall, with a red crystal table in the center, on which was locked a tall, well-toned young man with clear eyebrows. The young man's whole body was naked, and his hands and feet were pierced by steel nails engraved with heavy inscriptions, and they were nailed to the crystal platform, but the steel nails were pierced. There was not a trace of blood at all.

By the crystal table, there is a busy elf girl. Her long hair was casually pulled back her head, and her beautiful face was oozing fine beads of sweat, which looked extremely attractive. She was busy, with a mess of magical materials piled up at her feet, and every now and then she would lean down and pick them up. She held a small white-gold hammer in her right hand, and her left hand flew up and down like a butterfly. No matter what she found from the pile of debris at her feet, she just rubbed her hand, and the material immediately turned into a delicate little chisel of the same material, and the wonder of its creation technique was truly breathtaking.

She wielded a platinum hammer and kept chiseling patterns on the boy's **. Bizarrely. The boy's body did not look like flesh and blood at all, and every collision with the small chisel would make a sonorous metal crashing sound. As the chisel moved, metallic powder splattered on the boy's body. As soon as the powder leaves the body, it glows and then burns out in the wind.

The boy's whole body twitched, and he couldn't bear the torture the elven girl inflicted on him. But he seemed to be extremely afraid of the girl, gritted his teeth, and did not dare to say a word. But the pain inflicted on him seemed to be unbearable, so every once in a while. He couldn't help but scream. Then, under the angry gaze of the elf girl, she forcibly shut up again.

When he let out another scream. The girl finally couldn't bear it anymore, and struck the boy twice so hard that he almost lost his breath in pain. Then the elf girl said angrily: "What is it called, can't you bear such a little pain? If you let those idle gods know that my son will be so useless, where will you put my face?!"

The boy trembled with fright, gritted his teeth, and did not dare to scream any more.

The elven girl stared at the boy left and right, and muttered, "He doesn't look like him at all...... Hmph, if only you had half your father's ruthlessness! I can use you to show off to those idle gods! Now it's good that I have to find a way to hide it from them!"

The boy wanted to say something, but as soon as he made contact with the elf girl's eyes, he was so frightened that he closed his mouth again.

The elf girl carefully looked at the young man's body, suddenly sighed, and said, "Don't blame your mother for being ruthless, although your body is strong, it still can't resist the tearing of the void between the planes." If my heart is softer and your body pattern is not fully imprinted, then you will one day be torn apart by the storm in the space in the endless drift. Mom knows that you don't know how long you'll have to endure the loneliness before drifting to the next site. It doesn't matter, Mom will leave you this creative hammer, and when you can't stand the loneliness, you can try to build something to accompany you. ”

The young man mustered up his courage and asked, "Mom, why do I have to drift? It's very cold in the space storm!"

The elven girl was silent for a moment, then tinkled again, and sighed softly, "If not, how can you escape the final judgment?"

"Can't that mom stay with me?" said the young man timidly.

The elven girl shook her head and sighed faintly.

The soundproof barrier of the small building seems to be only used to prevent the sound inside the building from leaking out, and the sound from outside the building can still be transmitted. The tinkling of percussions and the occasional muffled cry of pain mingled, and the elves outside the window chanted a low hymn. The combination of two completely discordant voices inside and outside the building makes people feel an indescribable sadness.

Finally, the elf girl carved the last line. She prayed silently for a moment, and forcefully pulled out the steel spikes that were nailed to the boy's limbs. The wound left by the steel nail healed quickly without leaving a single trace. However, the boy also looked exhausted, lying on the red crystal platform, unable to move.

The elf girl put the platinum hammer in her hand on the boy's chest, stretched out her hand in the air, and countless water ripples rippled at the touch of her slender fingertips.

With a flick of her hands, the boy's body rose and floated towards the patches of water.

The boy couldn't move, and looked helplessly at the elf girl. His eyes were full of fear and hesitation at first, but when half of his body was submerged in the water lines, he had already swept away his cowardice, and all that was left in his eyes was attachment and reluctance.

The elf girl suddenly covered her mouth and choked her throat, but her tears finally burst out of her eyes!

In the blink of an eye, the boy completely disappeared into the spatial water pattern. The ripples of the rippled water, which were in the wave* grew weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared. In the empty hall, only the dazzling red crystal platform remained.

In the valley, among the elves who came and went in a hurry, there was another figure walking leisurely, it was Xius. It's just that his free expression is incompatible with the solemn atmosphere of the entire Elven Valley.

Suddenly sensing something, Xius turned his head to look at the small building in the corner of the valley, but walked quickly towards the small building.

In the blink of an eye, Theseus had already ascended to the second floor of the small building. He saw the crystal platform that was so bright red, the magic materials scattered all over the ground, and the elven girl who stood in a daze.

"Eiffel!" said Hughes with a slightly surprised look, "Why are you back?"

Eiffel quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, turned around and said, "What, Elder Theseus, can't I come back?"

"Of course not. But you finished reading the Book of Shiloh at the time, and I thought you wouldn't be able to come back. ”

Eiffel frowned and said, "I see......"

She quickly took out a thick, beautifully decorated book from her bosom and handed it to Hughes. Like the Cultivators, outsiders couldn't see how the big book was hidden in Eiffel's arms.

Eiffel said, "Then, this book of Shiloh will be returned to you." The first page makes sense, but the last page is a complete lie!"

Theseus was taken aback and asked, "Eiffel, how do you know that there is a problem on the seventh page of the Book of Shiloh?"

Effie said quickly: "The gods are not omnipotent, and Eiffel can do anything. In fact, as long as you think about it, you know that this sentence is simply impossible. But there are so many messages from all planes attached to the seventh page, and this is power, incredible power! Whatever I want to do, I can do it with just one thought, so that I almost think I can control everything! If I am deceived by the last page, I will eventually go crazy. ”

Theseus frowned slightly and asked, "Eiffel, your strength was very weak at that time, and you will find that many things do not move according to your heart, so sooner or later you will know the problem on page seven." But only you can understand this matter yourself, and no one else can help you at all. It stands to reason that you can't see through the secrets of the Book of Hiloh so quickly!"

Eiffel smiled, smiled like a star, and said, "It's easy, because my first thought was, let the guy who wrote this book die!"

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