newbobooks Chapter 376 Proposal
Chapter 376 Proposal
Chapter 376 Proposal
Erdfana said with a hint of a smile in his pale eyes, "It seems that my old colleague still has some old feelings for me. Instead of ignoring me, he took action to purify the curse on me and build a new balance for the pollution that had accumulated in my body."
"Perhaps He had other purposes, but in any case, not having to fall into a deep sleep is a good thing for me."
"Time is running out in this world. Sometimes I worry that I'll wake up one morning to find the world has ended."
"Theoretically speaking, if this world were to be destroyed, you probably wouldn't wake up either."
Seeing that Erdfana seemed to be in a good mood, Cyril chimed in with a joke.
Erdfana paused for a moment, then nodded quite seriously: "That's true. Given the state of those guys in the starry sky, I might die in my sleep if the apocalypse comes."
After a pause, Xiu's gaze swept over Xiruien's feet, which were lingering at the edge of the square: "It seems you know this place quite well..."
"If you're worried that your innermost thoughts will be exposed in this square, I can give you a little psychological suggestion to help you gather your thoughts."
"A place like Levihard should be good for your digestion of potions. Now that you're here, don't miss out."
Xireen nodded thoughtfully, then cautiously stepped into the plaza.
The next second, his voice echoed all around: "Does each of these stone pillars represent a dragon of angelic rank?"
"That's...amazing!"
His voice had barely faded when Erdfana's voice followed: "That's true in meaning and symbolism, but in reality, the dragons here have never been all together."
"The Second Age spanned a vast period, so vast that, from a broader perspective, even angels frequently fell."
"Each stone pillar here represents an ancient dragon who once followed Angorweid. In the dragons' most glorious era, nine ancient dragons resided here at the same time!"
"The third stone pillar on the left belongs to me, signifying that I am the third ancient dragon to follow the 'Dragon King.'"
Cyril nodded thoughtfully.
"Third...this is really old...veteran, a true elder among the dragons."
After quickly turning away from the thoughts that were swirling in his mind, he hurriedly turned his head to look at the stone pillar that had appeared in Herabogen before, trying to divert his attention.
"The 8th...does this mean He appeared in the middle of the Second Age?"
Not entirely accurate, but close enough.
Cyril nodded, then gathered his thoughts and followed Erdfana to the gray throne standing atop several steps behind the plaza.
"Angelweid also encountered pollution originating from the 'Chaotic Sea,' and his experience was far more severe than mine."
"He combined the pollution from the Chaos Sea with his virtual personality, forming a chaotic and insane negative personality, which he then sealed beneath Levihard's throne, leaving time to erode it."
"When the time is right, a group of people will come here with the Pen of Alshogod, driven by the ocean of collective unconsciousness, and He will be able to return through this."
"Unfortunately, His plan was doomed to fail. The Pen of Alshurst had already been targeted by Adam and had no chance of being brought here again."
After a moment of reflection, He sat on the tall, grey throne, leaning back, and naturally exuding the majesty of a dragon.
Cyril's eyes widened slightly, wondering if the other person was unable to control themselves and had developed thoughts about Angelweid's negative personality, well, Long.
Should I seek help from Herabogen first, or should I observe the situation first?
As his thoughts drifted, Erdfana suddenly chuckled: "I wasn't induced by the pollution in my body, I just suddenly thought of something."
Cyril watched him silently, waiting for him to continue.
"Since Angelweid can no longer use this resurrection as a backup plan, perhaps you can make use of it."
"I remember the ascension ritual for an arcane mage required the ascendant to seal away a demigod-level creature with clear hostility."
"For you, the hostility of an ordinary demigod might not be enough to support your ascension, but Angelweid's negative personality is definitely enough."
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Cyril suddenly fell silent. He felt that Erdfana's idea was somewhat outrageous, yet it also seemed to make a lot of sense.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it into the air with a clang.
The gold coin spun around a few times before landing back in his hand.
Face up indicates approval!
This means that using Angelweid's negative personality as part of the ritual is acceptable, but sealing away a unique negative personality formed under the influence of the source matter by oneself...
Even though this ancient god has been dead for thousands of years, I still think this idea is just asking for trouble.
Even without the contamination of the source matter, facing the negative personality of an ancient god, especially within the god's divine realm, is no different from sending oneself to one's death.
Moreover, the rituals of "mystics" require that the less external force is needed for the ritual to be effective.
After a two-second silence, he put the gold coins away and shook his head silently.
"Although using Angelweid's negative personality as the advancement ritual is a bit more difficult, if you succeed, you will most likely gain some unexpected benefits."
"Moreover, given the difficulty of such a ritual, whether or not external assistance is needed is not so important."
Cyril sighed, "...Let's talk about it later. Maybe there will be a better option."
He paused for a moment, then added, "I'd like to see other places too. Could you show me around?"
"It's simple," Erdfana said, snapping his fingers with his right hand.
The next second, a figure that looked eight or nine parts similar to him, but was clearly younger, appeared on Sirion's body.
"As long as you don't leave the world in the book, he can take you anywhere."
"And what about you?" Sirion looked at Erdfana sitting on the gray throne, a hint of doubt inevitably flashing through his mind.
"It's a rare opportunity to be back here, so I want to spend some time quietly and reflect on my lost youth."
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Is this also part of the literature of Emperor Russell?
After a moment's thought, he still chose to let the imagined young Erdfana take him away from Livychd and away from the spiritual world within the book.
Anyway, even if Erdfana really has feelings for Angelweid's negative personality, he can't stop her, so it's better to be cheerful.
After the imagined younger version of Himself left with Cyril, He suddenly looked at the vast and magnificent square and said in a deep voice, "Come out. I know you haven't left yet."
After two seconds of silence, specks of brassy light seeped out from the void, quickly outlining the figure of an old man draped in a white robe.
He held an open book in his hands, on which floated an all-knowing eye. He wore a hood that covered half of his face, revealing only his mouth, wrinkles, and long white beard.
The old man glanced at Erdfana, who sat on the grey throne, and asked without much emotion, "What are your thoughts on Erihog?"
Erdfana chuckled softly, his voice aged and hoarse: "What does it matter whether He is Erihog or Angorweid?"
"The age of dragons has long passed, and besides, you are now the god of knowledge and wisdom," not the dragon of wisdom. This question seems somewhat superfluous.
After a slight pause, as if he had thought of something, he chuckled and said, "If His scheme in this book had succeeded, perhaps He could have had a chance, but now, it is clear that He cannot succeed."
"Even if Adam hadn't set his sights on the Pen of Alshurst, you wouldn't have let him succeed."
The elderly man in a long robe beneath the throne remained silent.
Erdfana chuckled and changed the subject: "I was able to guess Erihog's identity because I know enough about Angorweid, Erihog, and this path."
"And you, how did you find out?"
"Relying on the authority of 'omniscience'?"
The old man shook his head slightly and said, "A part."
"I've also had my doubts about you, someone from the same era as Angelweid, and who was also corrupted by the 'Chaotic Sea.'"
"It wasn't until today that I was completely certain of this."
Erdfana nodded slightly, then said, "If you want to help Him return and have Him help you control Adam, you can give up this idea."
"Based on my understanding of him, if he cannot reclaim a Sequence 1 characteristic or reintegrate the negative personalities here, he will choose to hide in an inconspicuous corner of his mind."
"Wait until Adam becomes a god, until the struggle between you comes to a conclusion, and even until the end of the world, before deciding on the next course of action."
The old man was silent for half a second, then sighed softly, "I will arrange for him to see Erihog."
"Suit yourself, you are now the god of knowledge and wisdom," I can't stop you, can I? Erdfana leaned against the armrest in a very nonchalant manner.
Early morning, on the foredeck of the Golden Dream.
A group of pirates sat huddled together, looking miserable. Their upper and lower eyelids seemed to be locked in a fierce battle, nodding their heads occasionally and then snapping them back up.
In front of them, Edwina was writing artistic words on a small blackboard, accompanied by explanations.
Klein, who was planning to go out for some fresh air to clear his head, suddenly wondered if he was still half asleep.
I feel like I'm seeing myself during morning self-study in high school. To keep us awake, our homeroom teacher would open the classroom windows to let in fresh air when we were still sleepy.
However, it seems that Ms. Edwina is speaking the language of dragons, which seems a bit too much for a group of pirates.
I've never heard of any dragon remains at sea...
As his thoughts drifted, his vision blurred, and then he saw Cyril, still dressed as he had been the day before, looking somewhat tired, as if he hadn't slept all night, appear on the deck.
"You..." He was just about to speak when his spirit was suddenly stirred.
Then, invisible ripples appeared in the air ahead, and a huge three-gun sailing ship covered in pure black leaped out of the void.
The boat was nearly a hundred meters long, with three black sails hanging high, like the most conspicuous flag.
Cannons were mounted on both sides of the ship, and sailors could be seen bustling about on the deck.
At the bow of the ship, a middle-aged man wearing a pointed crown and a magnificent black robe with silver trim stood quietly, looking down at the people on the "Golden Dream".
He exuded an aura of authority that made people instinctively lower their heads, wanting to prostrate themselves at his feet.
"How did I manage to run into Nast, the 'King of the Five Seas,' here?"
Cyril muttered something, then turned to look at Klein beside him, wondering if the other had used the "Black Emperor" card not long ago.
Noticing the suspicious look in Cyril's eyes, Klein shook his head speechlessly and said, "It has nothing to do with me."
Amidst the wary gazes of everyone aboard the "Golden Dream," the "Black Emperor" flew overhead and landed smoothly on the sea thousands of meters away, sailing off into the distance.
"That scared me to death! I almost thought it was the King of the Five Seas!" Nast also set his sights on the giant's key, intending to rob it.
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"That direction...is he heading to the Rothschild Islands?"
"The 'Black Emperor' of the 'King of the Five Seas' can not only roam the spirit world, but it can also fly in the air?"
The pirates on deck were talking non-stop. Instead of maintaining order during the morning class, Edwina went to the ship's side and gazed at the "Black Emperor" as it gradually disappeared into the distance.
She only looked away once they had created a safe distance between them.
He then glanced at Cyril, who was still gazing at the sea not far away, and habitually introduced, "The 'Black Emperor' is the most powerful and top-tier ghost ship left behind by the Solomon Empire. It can become ethereal and roam the spirit world."
"As for the ship's flight in the air just now, it must have come from the extraordinary abilities of Nast, the 'King of the Five Seas.'"
"Based on my deduction, Nast belongs to the 'lawyer' pathway, which is characterized by its ability to create chaos and distort the rules."
Cyril nodded to indicate that he understood, then changed the subject: "My messenger has received help from an old friend and no longer needs to recuperate, so there is no need for him to borrow 'The Travels of Grossell'. I will return it to you in a moment."
"Also, I left a coordinate in the world of the book. You can find me to take you in when you're ready."
"it is good."
Edwina was somewhat surprised, but she didn't ask any further questions. She nodded in response and continued giving the pirates their morning lesson.
Klein, who had overheard their conversation from a short distance away, stepped forward and asked curiously, "The Travels of Grosser? The book you were holding yesterday?"
"And what is the world within the book?"
Cyril: "A world conceived by an ancient god, hidden within a book."
"The Imaginary Dragon, Angelweid?" Klein immediately thought of this ancient god he had learned about from the "Sun" since childhood.
Cyril nodded: "If you're curious, you can have Edwina take you along when she explores the world in that book."
"When exploring a completely unfamiliar place, I don't think she would refuse such a powerful helper as you."