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Restlessness, throbbing and longing.

Oh, the excitement of pulling up a girl's little hand in a movie theater!

Event record!

It's a massive record of events!

As the solemn door opened in front of him, Huai Shi clearly felt the excitement that kept coming from the Book of Destiny.

Desires to bring those scattered records back into the catalog, and reorganize everything that was in front of him.

Getting closer, getting closer.

And then... no one else.

Because Yeats turned the corner!

Huai Shi's eyes widened and he almost vomited blood: What are you doing, Yeats! Go forward, you **** go forward, why did you turn around?

Still kidnapping? !

But no matter how Huai Shi suggested, Yeats seemed to be unwilling to go there while dawdling. Muttering about keys or something, he went straight down.

Huai Shi could only restrain his own impulses and follow suit.

Only in the end, he quietly glanced over his head.

Remember this place.

It's okay, there's always a chance.

There is always a chance!

As the footsteps stretched, the throbbing in my heart gradually dissipated, replaced by some kind of sadness and sorrow, as if I heard the call and cry from a long time ago.

Silent sobbing spread through the air.

wandering in the dark.

It was the moan before the near collapse.

When the door opened in front of Huai Shi, what he saw was the stars in the dark.

Dying stars...

Fragments, fragments of countless events and records floating above the dome under the great library, under the seal of the secret ceremonies, shining with difficulty.

Talk about the glory days of the past.

"Is this... tidying up?"

Huai Shi whispered softly, and at this moment, he finally realized.

This is the fragment of all the event records preserved by the Golden Dawn.

When the kingdom of heaven fell, a large number of event spirits were lost in the turmoil and scattered all over the world, and more records were torn and collapsed. Among the remaining fragments, some were recovered by the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, while more were found. Sealed in a land of nowhere, lingering in secret rituals.

Awaiting revision and restoration.

Regrettably, the restoration and revision of event records has always been the work of event managers—the Three Sages System has collected records and souls scattered throughout the territory for a long time, and abides by neutrality.

While no longer trusting the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, he also resisted the existence of the Golden Dawn.

Neither DM, KP nor ST will help Golden Dawn repair those fragments, let alone Lily. Among the alchemists who are good at alchemy of events, Mikhail is a die-hard loyalist of the Heavenly Kingdom lineage, and it is impossible for him to work for the Golden Dawn.

Therefore, they are left to fend for themselves...

Reluctantly using the most primitive methods, relying on the existence of the spirit of things, the souls born from countless histories and records, through massive work to piece together and repair little by little.

Needless to say, the effort expended is not much to say, the key is that the results are very small, and you can only search for the connection between each other in the changing fragments like gold panning.

It's like tearing tens of thousands of books into pieces and then putting together the original books from the pieces.

Worse still, a large part of it was missing.

Every time it was Yeats' turn, the spirit of things would have a feeling that life was worse than death—especially when choosing and reading, the screams of the collapse were experienced and recorded again and again.

How is this different from being in jail?

Now he has begun to curse at Mathers.

Just out of the period of heavy trauma, he was stuffed here by Mathers. On the one hand, the secrets of the Great Library helped him to recover, and on the other hand, it was probably the complaints and warnings from Mod?

Everyone wants to be clean for a few days and have a happy birthday in a few days.

What's more, at the juncture of the Battle of the Realms, everyone was so busy hitting the back of their heads that Yeats could only temporarily take the place of the tool man, no, the reference book.

This kind of déjà vu really made Huai Shi, the second or fifth boy, feel a lot of emotion. Looking back, he might even be able to write a book "The Life of the Disgusted Yeats".

However, for Huai Shi, there is no better news than this!

The farther away he is from the inner formation and specific collaborative things, the less likely he is to reveal his secrets, and it is more convenient for him to use this period of time to familiarize himself with the role. What surprised him even more was that the fragments of a large number of event records here would interfere with all observational mysteries. This was a literal little black house!

For the next period of time, he undoubtedly belonged to a state of solitude and no interference.

Besides, it's troublesome for Golden Dawn.

For him, not necessarily!

At this moment, under the dim stars, Huai Shi stood in the center, turned around, and glanced at the records left by the organizer before, and didn't even bother to look at it again.

"Come on, Book of Fate One"

Huai Shi raised his palm, and from the deepest part of his soul, the authority of the kingdom of heaven descended on an ancient classic to outline it, causing the stars in the anime to shine!

When the title page was opened by an invisible force, he seemed to be engulfed by the ocean.

Infinite events, innumerable histories and records, past time and creations from the soul, massive amounts of information turned into frenzy, rushing towards us!

Under the illusory Yeats disguise, Huai Shi's eyes shone with intense light, instantly covering all the fragments.

The catalogue of the kingdom of heaven is roaring from the depths of the soul at this moment.

【Search, start! 】 At this moment, in the secret ritual, the changing fragments, the remnants without warning, suddenly appeared bright. Reported to the Book of Fate with its own number and origin.

"La Traviata", "Contract Theory", "Later Han Dynasty", "The Divine Comedy", "The Call of the Wild", "Heavenly Creation", "Ten Days Talk",

The Rites of Zhou, the Gadfly, the Code of Hammurabi, the Book of Five Wheels…

More!

there are more!

More records have been stuffed into Huai Shi's mind one after another, circulating in the soul, with the cry of collapse and the whimper of a long time,

into the Book of Fate.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands...

This is the vast collection of the Utopia, and even, most of them are the prototypes and outlines that even the Utopia has not had time to complete.

Millions of fragments come from hundreds of thousands of disparate books.

Some are title pages, some are in the middle, some are inscriptions at the end, and there are only missing words and broken half sheets...

Therefore, the pile of paper is like a torrent, drowning Huai poetry.

Sadly, too many vacancies, too many breakages.

It took a full two days for the Book of Fate to complete the statistics of the status of all books by category. Most of them are just completely irreparable, or even less than one ten thousandth of the wreckage.

Only if more than 30% of the parts remain, can they meet the minimum standard that can be repaired.

But only 461 of them were left, and more than half of them had not completed their prototypes before they collapsed. Even if the rest are pieced together, like the "Magic Flute", ignoring the screams of the soul and forcibly piece together, I am afraid it will be embarrassing and useful.

Nineteen of the ones that actually survived were more than 70 percent.

"Nineteen."

Huai Shi sighed lightly.

Even the Book of Destiny can only slowly pull them out of the countless fragments and put them together again, but if you really want to restore the whole and reunite the spirits, you still have to rely on Lily and the others for their help.

However, it will take some time for them to be aggregated and restored through the gravitational force of the Book of Fate.

In the process of reading this article, whether there is Huai Shi or not makes no difference here. Huai Shi was finally able to spare more time to start her own work.

And just like that, in what seemed like an eternal silence, he sat on the ground, bathed in the glitter of the fragments, and closed his eyes.

As if falling asleep.

Consciousness sinks from the darkness, sinks again, through a long tunnel.

Saw a ray of light.

Huai Shi stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, towards the light of the soul in the distant place.

Hold on tight!

At that moment, in the palace of subjugation, Decline suddenly woke up from the dream.

Cold all over.

He felt as if he had a Xinjiang dream, in which, after being engulfed by endless darkness, he was swallowed by an indescribable beast.

Even if it is transformed into giant eyes, there is still an illusion of sweating.

It's like when Huai Shi once looked at himself!

There was always something odd about him—that cool, handsome face was nothing but a bubble. What hides behind those dark pupils is a monster that is even more terrifying, dark and violent than himself, the monsters created by those present!

But now, when he woke up from the dream, the excitement and relief brought by Huai Shi's absence for days disappeared in the sudden nightmare.

It was replaced by a shudder like the sound of the wind and the trembling of a cup bow and snake shadow.

He is back? !

But when I listened carefully, there was no feeling whatsoever, only a small crackling sound.

from under myself.

The thing hidden in the dark compartment.

Constantly jumping, shaking, and colliding.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, when the door after the secret ritual was blocked opened, he saw the iron box sealed in the deepest part, the iron box left by Huai Shi.

At that moment, his pupils shrank to the limit.

Almost forgot to breathe.

The box is moving!

Right in front of his eyes, there were cracks, one, two, three... and then a drop of darkness that was as thick as silt slowly flowed out from behind the crack.

Meandering spread.

In the darkness, one eye suddenly opened.

so close!

When that invisible eye stared at the moment, the infinite darkness had already filled the gloomy vision, and in an instant, it completely engulfed him!

boom!

At that moment, Decline and Death seemed to have returned to the Xinjiang dream that he had just broken free from. No, maybe he had never been freed from that Xinjiang dream.

Never left Huai Shi's sight.

Now, at the end of the darkness, the Beast of Doom stared at his subordinates, a wave of shadows roaring in, drowning his soul and consciousness.

Then…….

come in! ! !

Completely unable to resist this instinct from the soul, the death screamed and struggled in horror, but gradually, he found that his transformed body began to change rapidly.

In the ravages and remodeling of the darkness, it turned into a liquid and boiled in the furnace. Then, ignoring his will, he forcibly reshaped the human form and face.

The crown wears the ring of divinity, spreads the dazzling wings of holy light, and carries the bow given by the gods.

The face of [Archangel Mercy] slowly rose from the darkness.

A grin at the dying soul.

"Oops, haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have lost a lot, my friend."

In this way, he unceremoniously temporarily occupied this body, and greeted the decline: "Without me, do you feel particularly lonely?"

"No~lightnovelpub.net~Go away!"

Decline was furious: "Give me back my body, right now!"

If you don't eat or drink and work by yourself, if you don't pay attention, your body will be ripped off by this dog! Do you people really have no conscience at all!

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it for a while, and I'll give it back to you when I'm done."

Huai Shi whistled and took the time to do a set of radio gymnastics to get used to his temporary body: "Now, the advertising time is over,

wonderful come back soon

"

When the gate was opened again, the infinite calamity that enveloped **** seemed to be close at hand.

Huai Shi smiled and moved her neck:

"Come on, let's go give him the whole hard job!"