After such a long and boring journey, Shuge had fully adapted to the bumps of the Running Rat's full force, and not only that, but he had also developed a rather strange new habit.

That's going on your daily life on the back of a running rat.

This includes, but is not limited to, napping, meditation, long sleeps, and classifying, organizing, or deepening the knowledge and memories that have accumulated in one's brain.

As for the work, such as hurrying, identifying directions, and avoiding potential threats, Xiuge is entrusted to the Running Mouse and the Mirror Messenger, the former can basically deal with most of the problems, and the individual ones who are not easy to judge will be assisted by the Mirror Messenger to assist in decision-making, and if they can't deal with it, they will come to disturb Xiuge.

Thanks to this special model, Schug has an extremely exaggerated amount of time at his disposal.

The "Wanderer's Campfire" that Shuge had previously used to fight the Nightmare Bear was the result of his extensive efforts to analyze the Poems of the Night, which gave him a very different perspective and perspective on the mad poet Azifu and his works.

Based on what he had seen and heard in the Abyssal Wasteland, Shug concluded that Azifu, who was always called the "mad poet" by the inhabitants of Vann, was not only not insane, but had always maintained a considerable degree of rationality.

Those seemingly absurd and chaotic words are actually the most realistic and appropriate depictions and portrayals of this disorderly world, not only that, but those strange patterns that are distorted based on normal universal words also have quite complex and exaggerated magical carrying capacity.

When Xiuge began to explore and study these patterns in depth, he couldn't help but be amazed by Azifu's skills and abilities in magic, especially magic models.

The strange inspiration and astonishing creativity displayed by Azif, including his knowledge of conventional magic, completely surpassed that of ordinary magicians, and even the deep-sea mages who spent their days in the mage tower conducting academic research could not match Azif.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a person who can travel in the Abyss Wasteland and create such a "travelogue" is not only a powerful mage, but also a legend from any point of view.

However, such a special and important figure can only play a role infinitely close to the "crazy clown" in the historical record of Van Grace.

Of course, Xiuge was not at all surprised by this situation.

After all, most of the time, this kind of ending can be regarded as a norm.

In the process of deducing and deciphering those strange magical patterns, Hug finally understood why Wei Lin was so obsessed with "Poetry of the Night".

The lore hidden within the Night's Verse is so special that at first glance it may seem to be radically different from Vann's regular magical system, but with a little in-depth or a little deduction, those seemingly chaotic patterns will successfully open the door to a new world.

This experience is enough to bring any spellcaster back to the beginning of magical learning.

The more receptive a scholar is to new knowledge, the more likely he is to enjoy this process of exploration, the easier it is to immerse himself in these strange patterns, and any caster who delves into them will inevitably eventually become curious about the bizarre world depicted by Azifu.

"So...... What exactly is the purpose of this guy writing "Poems of the Night"? ”

In the bumps brought about by the running rat, Xiuge "flipped" through the text of "Poems of the Night" in his head, and at the same time kept thinking, so this question naturally appeared in front of Xiuge.

He spent so much effort writing the "Poem of the Night", and with his amazing knowledge, he hid many secrets of lost magic in it, and even did not hesitate to attract the attention of the Abyss Court, and kept himself in the desperate pursuit of the court hounds for a long time.

Azifu was clearly aware of the dangers.

The fact that a smart, sober, and rational scholar makes such a decision, knowing that the risks are enormous, is enough to prove that there must be some more important purpose or secret behind his actions.

As Shug's thoughts shifted, the two tails of the Raging Rat that helped hold his master's body in place were slightly tightened, allowing Shug to lie down on its back completely, and then he opened the final chapter of the poem of the night.

In contrast to the bizarre and bizarre descriptions of the previous chapters, in this final chapter, Azifu's brushstrokes become particularly messy, and the original manuscript he left behind is filled with a large number of confusing typos, and large sections of text are violently erased by him, which makes the final presentation even more difficult to understand.

In this final chapter, Azifu is facing some kind of unprecedented horror.

He seemed to be trapped in a small, enclosed room, and whenever he tried to step out of the room, he was bound to be attacked by invisible shadows, so he could only consolidate the protective magic and write in the room all the time.

Gradually, the magic around him began to thin out, as if they had been swallowed by some kind of being, which gradually caused Azifu to lose his ability to cast spells, which also intensified his horror of the unknown outside the house.

"I can't open the door, I can't open the window...... There is only black, pure black. ”

"They're knocking, they're scratching the glass, they're laughing in my ear......"

"I have no escape, and the only thing left with me is these manuscripts."

"My time and my life, they are the last wisps of humble dust in the hourglass."

"We're at the end of the road."

"But I threw the key."

"A key to perdition or survival."

"The path of disorder is in sight."

"When they break down the door, that's the last choice I can make......"

The words that Azifu left behind can no longer be judged as verses, they are more like the last records left in a desperate situation, and the "key" that Azifu refers to is a magic of "disordered wandering".

Yes, it was the extremely unstable teleportation magic that Xiuge used to escape after participating in the Black Sun Society assembly for the first time, and as a personal user, Xiuge knew that the basis for the transmission of this strange magic was those "profound fragments" in the user's memory.

The city of Salem left a mark on Shug's memory, so he returned to Salem after using Discord Wandering.

So, what about Azifu?

There is no doubt that he will never forget his experiences in the abyss, and this magic will most likely cause him to fall back into this dark world full of countless dangers.

And at that time, he, who was already facing the pursuit of the Abyss Court, was destined to usher in a more desperate end.

"It's embarrassing."

Xiuge sighed silently.

What really fueled his curiosity about Aziv was the attitude of Theseus, who asked him more than once about the fate of Azifu, but the well-informed god of all faces did not give any clear and effective response to this.

Theseus merely warned Hug that the Black Sun and the world hidden behind it were always taboo that could not be looked at, that the court of the Abyss was a collection of the will of the Abyss, and that the recourse suffered by Azifu was the Abyss's direct response to snooping, observation, and recording.

According to Theseus, the most likely outcome for Azifu was to mingle with the other wreckage of the wasteland.

If his luck is a little worse, and unfortunately he endures exaggerated despair and pain at the last moment of his life, then Agifu's soul and will may even be extracted, and once this happens, it means that Agifu himself is very likely to become another "attendant" in the Abyss Court.

For any individual who has ever had free will, such an outcome is far more tragic than death itself.

The court attendants in the Abyss Court often do not completely become unconscious puppets, they still retain a part of their memories and consciousness, which is the source of continuous suffering, and is also the most important basis for the Abyss Court to dominate and command these attendants.

After lamenting what happened to Azifu, Shuge began to examine the first two volumes of the Poems of the Night again.

At present, Shug is trying to deduce from these records and descriptions of the Abyssal Wasteland some ancient magic that was once used and even relied on by Azifu, which naturally matches the magical environment within the Abyss and can maximize its effectiveness in the current situation.

Of course, it is not easy to deduce their magic models concretely, and even if Xiuge can steadily progress with his near-endless energy and meticulous logic, there is no way to achieve his goal in a short period of time.

As a result, Xiuge turned some of his attention to the fragments of memories he had collected earlier.

After a period of combing, these memories from the deceased have been roughly sorted out by the messenger in the mirror, which classifies the fragments in his "study", and even uses the fog to change a pair of glasses for himself in order to match his current work.

This makes it look a lot like a part-time librarian.

When Xiuge's consciousness came to the mirror messenger's study, it immediately stood up from behind the desk, and before Xiuge could speak, the mirror messenger immediately took out the memory fragments that had been modified into the appearance of books from the bookshelves one by one, and respectfully placed them in front of Xiuge.

Xiuge was very satisfied with the work attitude of the messenger in the mirror, and as he opened the books, the images belonging to Fann immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

The first thing Shuge saw was a cold trench.

He took the spotlight of a soldier who had been badly wounded—his chest and abdomen were burned by lethal magic, and he was now barely leaning against two sandbags.

The screams of the Asarus could be heard in the sky, who had spotted the location of the soldiers and were about to dive.

Shug recognized the soldiers as the Scouts of the Dawn Society, one of whom even wore the Sword of Dawn insignia, and they were apparently blocked by the Black Sun Society during their reconnaissance mission, and as expected, none of them would survive.

"Your secret ritual can still be used, let's go!"

The wounded man lying on the sandbag cried out hoarsely, his voice severely distorted by the pain, and the words became even more blurred and distorted when the fragments of memory entered Xiuge's mind.

However, Shuge could still feel the soldier's emotions at that time.

The soldier shouted a few more words, but Shuge couldn't hear them, and he only saw the rest of the soldiers who were trying to shoot at the Asharu giant bird in the sky gritted their teeth and handed the alchemy bomb they were carrying into the wounded man's hands, and then the member of the Sword of Dawn activated the magic secret instrument he carried with him, and a vague barrier immediately enveloped them, isolating their figures.

They left.

Only the wounded, unable to move, remained in the trench with the bombs.

The image became blurry, and Hug couldn't tell if it was the remnants of the wounded's consciousness or if tears were pouring out of his eyes.

The massive figures of the Asharu Giant Bird descended, and in the blur of light and shadow, their bodies shrouded in dark red magic flickered, which reminded Shug of the blood flowing.

No shouts, no threats, no goodbyes.

In the shadows of the approaching giants, the soldier silently pulled away the alchemy bombs in his hands and pushed them forward indiscriminately.

And so the picture ended.

Without waiting for Xiuge to think more, fragments of memories belonging to another deceased person followed.

This time, he was replaced by a young soldier belonging to the Defence Regiment of King Saint-Steele, who was patrolling the perimeter of a stronghold with his comrades, which was very secretive and quite far from the frontal battlefield, so he did not need to worry about the shelling that could come at any time like other unlucky people, and they even had time to light a cigarette, although the quality of the cigarette was not good, but in this difficult environment of ice and snow thawing, it was a rare enjoyment.

Before a puff of smoke could be exhaled, some unusual sound suddenly came from afar.

It seemed to be the sound of a vehicle in motion, but when you listen closely, it seems to be different.

The soldiers of the Legion of Defense hurriedly snuffed out their cigarettes and prepared to hide, but before they could react, the dark sky in the distance suddenly twisted, a sign that some kind of magical ritual was about to be lifted.

In the next moment, the dull sound suddenly became clear, and in their sight, a neat special convoy suddenly rushed out of the magic ritual, and they approached the direction of the patrol at a great speed, and on top of these new armored vehicles, there were already deadly weapons being aimed......

(End of chapter)