Listening to Galilei's calm words, Bazin couldn't help frowning, and he asked Galilei:

"What the hell is going on with all this, and how much does everything that has happened so far have to do with Pedro Miguelsette?"

[We have prepared the answers to all these questions you asked, and these answers have been divided into three parts by Pedro and me, which are stored in three coordinates. And we do this because there is some intricate correlation in the things that you are trying to explore; They are like the elements of [the crown], they have the nature of destruction, and once all the elements of destruction are in place, they will trigger a specific disaster mechanism, and this mechanism is the root cause of the death of our people and Pedro. 】

Galilei's voice was a mixture of creatures and machines rang in their ears again.

"Relevance? In other words, once all these messages are gathered, they will affect the whole body, and the answer in your mouth is divided into three parts, presumably not just to save and spread the message. After listening to Galilei's words, Xia Xiu was keenly aware of the most important points in the information provided by Galilei.

"If the gathering of information with destructive elements triggers some kind of unspeakable crisis, and this crisis is almost fatal, then can I speculate the other way around—the gathering of information is the key to the triggering of the crisis, and then the absence of information represents the resolution of the crisis." A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man with blonde hair and golden eyes, like the keen and focused gaze of a cheetah when it peeked at its prey in the jungle. This momentary change, although subtle, is full of determination and wisdom.

"In other words, after triggering the disaster mechanism, Ling and Pedro discovered the remedial mechanism, and you may have cut your own memories or soul by dividing the message."

【······ 】

Galilei was silent for a moment, and then, with a heartfelt sigh.

[Your gaze is not only vicious, but your intellect and your intuition are equally intimidating. 】

The snake-like creature, not the snake-like creature in the round vessel, opened his viscous eyes slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the fourth sword-wielder of the Heavenly Kingdom standing directly in front of him.

Some nameless spiritual medium began to pour out in the direction of Xia Xiu unconsciously, and this medium was full of noise.

There is no doubt that Galilei is "curious" about the young angel in front of him, and the most fatal thing is that at the moment it exists only one-third of its soul, and the nature of this one-third of the soul represents makes it impossible to suppress its curiosity.

Xia Xiu's eyebrows raised slightly, and he felt that an incomparably noisy spiritual medium was coming towards him.

Mother, Hero, Wise Man, Demon, Water, Sun······

The complex and vast spiritual medium reveals its inner nature, which is not a characteristic or archetype that a single individual or creature can have.

This spiritual medium reminded Xia Xiu of one of the inducements in the thaumaturgical realm that led to the birth of the Veil - the doctrine of the collective unconscious.

If consciousness is distinguished, the islands that emerge from the water are the consciousness that man can perceive; The part of the ground beneath the surface of the water, which is revealed by the ebb and flow of the tide, is the personal unconscious; And the lowest level of the island is the seabed as a base, which is our collective unconscious.

In Terra, where the Ocean of Ether exists, the human consciousness cluster has a very famous academic term - the human pan-consciousness cluster.

The collective unconscious (human panconscious cluster) is a deep, ubiquitous psychological dimension that, unlike the individual unconscious, is a shared psychological heritage of humanity (cultural mima) that contains preconceived patterns and images shared by humanity.

The collective unconscious is made up of "archetypes" that are the preset patterns of the human psyche.

They are inherent, ubiquitous psychological constructs, such as "great mothers", "heroes", "wise men", "shadows", etc., which are often embodied in dreams, myths, religions, and works of art.

Scholars believe that the thaumaturgist's "Domination Incarnation" is one of the manifestations of the archetype.

The [Human Panconsciousness Cluster] is a great treasure, but no one in Terra has ever truly understood or possessed it, including all the thaumaturgists including the [Miracle One].

Now, Xia Xiu felt the scan of the cluster consciousness from the bottom of the seabed that was the base, even though it was a race that was about to be extinct, but the cluster consciousness that this race was unified was still terrifying.

If it was the night [juggernaut], at least a plurality would have to be counted to barely escape the scan of this terrible cluster of psychic wills.

At this moment, facing the temptation of Galilei, Xia Xiu couldn't help but smile, three halos like mutton fat and white jade appeared behind him, and the halos exuded a gorgeous luster, but this luster didn't look dazzling.

The moment [Triple Crown] appeared, the entire gloomy laboratory was covered in a soft light.

And Galilei's temptation was too late to withdraw.

Poof—

A strange intertwining sound of electricity resounded in the subconscious world, and then Galilei took the base of his consciousness to a strange space.

The space looks endless.

In this boundless space, there is a huge and incomprehensible existence.

It is an angel with thousands of eyes and wings, whose image crosses the cognitive limits of what any sapient creature can comprehend.

Its image is both sacred and terrifying, challenging the limits of the mind of any intelligent creature.

The angel's eyes are innumerable, distributed across his immeasurable body, they keep opening and closing, and every blink of an eye seems to reveal another maddening truth of the universe. These eyes are bottomless, glittering with a light that does not belong to this world, and their gaze is enough to plunge the most determined mind into confusion and fear.

His wings were vast and boundless, and each swing brought gusts of wind with gusts of wind, as if they could stir the stars and tear the sky apart. The feathers on the wings shimmered with an ominous brilliance, and each feather seemed to contain forbidden powers. The movement of these wings is not just a physical wave, they seem to distort the space and time around them.

His body loomed, as if composed of countless tiny and shining points of light that constantly flowed and changed in space, forming a beauty and horror that could not be described in words. His existence does not seem to belong entirely to this physical world, it is both physical and illusory, full of incredible mysteries.

At his side, three auras like mutton fat and white jade slowly swirled, and they emitted a soft and calm glow that contrasted sharply with his indescribable body. These auras seem to be the embodiment of some force beyond ordinary understanding, and their movements are both regular and random, as if they follow some unknown cosmic law.

Holy Zai!

Holy Zai!!

Sacred !!

The pedestal of the collective unconscious was destroyed by this monster beyond reason, like the shattering of fragile pieces of paper.

Click-

In the laboratory, a crack opened in the prototype vessel containing Galilei, and a viscous nutrient solution flowed out of the crack, and countless rapid bubbles began to appear around Galilei, who was wearing an oxygen mask device on his mouth.

Gollum –

Galilei's originally confused eyes were completely open at this moment, and he looked straight at the fourth sword-wielder in the kingdom of heaven, his eyes were full of bloodshots.

Panic, no, there was no such thing in Galilei's eyes, unlike any ever being who had confronted [the crown] before.

In the face of the irresistible and unknowable [elemental shock], Galilei, or the collective unconscious of Galilei, tried to fight back and analyze the elements, and the crazy psychic force field tried to distort everything around him.

It's a pity that in the end, they were directly destroyed by Xia Xiu's huge elements and [mythical factors] with a devastating force.

"You are dangerous and threatening, and if your population is still in Terra, and there are many of them, I believe that the scene of our meeting will become a battlefield."

The Fourth Sword-Bearer of Heaven expressed his most sincere words of praise to [Miguel Set].

A race that can be truly seen as a threat by sword-wielders means that they have some kind of terrifying potential in their own right.

【···, you are the jailer's man... 】

Hearing the word jailer, Bazin, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but look at the blonde young man with a calm face.

Jailer, Book Burner, Abyss Demon, these words are all alien genealogies and alien races of contempt and ridicule for the angels of heaven.

The kingdom of heaven is seen as an evil character who imprisons the truth.

Their actions and beliefs are the death of knowledge, the death of science, the death of light.

At this moment, Galilei looked like a heavenly angel in front of him.

"You, or your people seem to be filled with some kind of emotion, dissatisfaction with the kingdom of heaven? Resentment? Yearning? Grateful? ”

The [Triple Crown] behind Xia Xiu exuded a soft glow, and under the glow, he silently sensed the huge cluster consciousness on Galilei's body.

"Is it because of [the Angel of Peace]?" He directly said his inner guess.

Everything you want to know is here. 】

Galilei didn't answer Xia Xiu's question directly, it slowly stretched out its hands, its muscles slender and transparent, and its veins were clearly visible.

In an almost ritualistic motion, it firmly inserted its hands into its abdomen and began to cut open its body.

The nutrient solution in the vessel was stained with a faint shade of red, but Galilee seemed to be painless, and his movements remained calm and orderly.

As it operates, the skin and muscles of its abdomen are slowly separated, revealing the organs inside, a scene with an eerie beauty, but at the same time deeply disturbing and terrifying.

Poof!

It carefully removed a special vial from its body.

This vial resembles an ancient film reel in appearance, but with a strange and fascinating glow.

[Take... Go, this is [Spataeus]... It represents the [will] of the soul, which is Pedro · · Only··· The rest... Medium···· 】

[Above... There is our family... The information of the ... You guys... The jailer is right... Our family's... Records··· 】

[Take·· Go·· Well, this is... And finally... The soul of ··· Memory]

[I... Miguel Set · And... Pedro ··· 】

【We··· Of... [Will]]

Galilei's voice grew fainter, as thin as a gossamer, almost inaudible.

Its life force seemed to be gradually draining, and every vibration of sound seemed unusually difficult and painful.

Its body began to slowly curl up, as if looking for a sooth in its own pain and weakness.

Its movements are slow and painful, and each curl up is like a final struggle against death.

[Death... The End of the Term... Sure enough... There is no life... 】

Beneath the transparent skin, Galilei's internal organs can be seen slowly ceased, and its life is slowly fading.

【Pedro ··· Said... After death... World··· Yes... Non-existent]

Eventually, its sound died down completely, and no more vibrations were heard. Its body was completely curled up, its eyes closed, like a sleeping baby, silent and silent.

In this enclosed space, there was no sound, only the serene and serene posture of the creature, as if it had been detached from the troubles and pains of this world.

The fourth sword-wielder of the kingdom of heaven took a deep look at the extinct Galilei.

On the path he witnessed and gave death, the death of Galilei was enough to be remembered by him.

Xia Xiu stretched out his right hand, and a twisted [Möbius Ring] appeared in his hand, and with the distortion of space, the film floating in the glassware was taken out by him.

After removing the film, he sensed that the film was emitting a storage medium.

What is stored in it are data, memories, souls, and emotions.

And whose exactly these stored things belong can only be known by looking at them.

Therefore, Xia Xiu directly released his spirituality and began to read the memory content on the film.

As he read his memory, he first saw a certain panel that was unusually familiar.

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【Amal Angel Project - Miguel Set】

==Access requires [Divine Rank Wisdom Angel] level clearance==

Job ID: 1-008

Mission Order: Gray (Extremely difficult to clear or contain, and containment or clearance procedures are often massive and complex.) ）

Mission Type: Containment.

Person in charge/institution: 0-13

Secret jurisdiction has been activated, and some of the data has been locked.

[The supernatural is like a giant hydra—for every head that is cut off, two new ones grow out of it.]

Heaven can't slaughter forever, so we need the Angel of Comfort.

——0-13.]

(End of chapter)