It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Many years ago in the Port of Liverpool, she walked along the narrow alley to the dilapidated shack where the bloody mad woman lived, and the sense of despair and powerlessness clenched Ling's heart along the veins.

"Ella, I'm scared... This time it's just pollution, what will it be next time? You still have Shadow and Hyde, Professor Adolf, and me - promise me not to worry about him anymore It's about that, do you remember Professor Anderson? I don't want...I don't want you to become like that!"

Ella was silent for a long time, and her voice became slightly trembling.

"I'm scared too."

Ella originally wanted to touch Ling's soft hair with her hand, but her hand froze in mid-air, and finally put it down again, asking self-deprecatingly:

"You said... am I really human?"

Ling really wanted to give a decisive answer in the affirmative, but he couldn't say it anyway, and the last thing he uttered was another sentence:

"...you're Ella, just the Ella I know!"

"But that's hardly an answer."

Ella was leaning against the wall weakly. Her current body was shaped by Dmitry using life alchemy. It was strong, efficient, abandoned weaknesses, and had huge magical powers, and she could perfectly adapt to it.Take the dragon crystal potion as the energy core, and the array of crystals that can resist magic grows under the skin, coordinated, powerful, and perfect!

But this kind of perfection is very different from the human body in the usual sense. It is a body born of unknown magic, and even she herself can't understand why it exists, plus a living soul returning from the dreamland-is it really human? ?

Apart from the appearance, her essence may already be another creature that has nothing to do with humans. Even the bionic puppet that Roger imitated the human body as a shadow is a little closer to humans than her.

Not only that, before she fell into the volcano, she was able to harness the power of the evil god Yaphum, yes, harness it and not anything else.Not only did she borrow power from this taboo existence through rituals, Ella's own magical properties seemed to have the same origin as Yaphum. When the power of the ritual was pushed to its peak, her spirit also seemed to be alienated into a cold, arrogant and terrifying existence. .

The iron law that human beings cannot inherit the blood of the evil god was broken on her body, no, maybe it wasn't broken from the beginning——

The son of Abhos under the Thames, the nameless son of god under the crater of Tambora, the queen of cold spiders in the dreamland, one after another indescribable, treacherous or terrifying images of god sons emerged in Ella's mind , is she the same kind as them... is she actually that kind of terrifying thing?

And the man suspected to be her father, Nobold Williams, a phantom covered in old photos by the confusion spell, a graduate of Cambridge University, a wilderness saint who has been active in Nod for hundreds of years, is suspected to be Hermes The owner of the raw material of the Eye, the sad ghost who died in Scotland 90 years ago...

——She couldn't even be sure if she had seen that man now.

Then what is she?

Born of a non-existent person, a non-existent person!

Ever since she arrived in Paris, that maddening babbling has been echoing in her consciousness, like a call from the depths of the soul, more like an unavoidable fate.She thought she could escape, but the danger gradually spread to everyone around her. This time it is the shadow, who will it be next time?

The cup of hot Isaiah-infused tea fell, spilling scalding water on the sheets, and the original earthenware cup bounced once off the edge of the bed and smashed to pieces on the floor.The Isaiah fruit, which has turned black after soaking, looks disgusting with dust.

The girl sobbed like a collapse, her pupils danced back and forth between human and demonic vertical pupils.

In a trance, she seemed to see her reflection under the crimson moonlight begin to alienate, becoming more slender and taller, several pairs of fleshy wings or other non-human tissues and organs began to grow wildly, and finally distorted the reflection into an indescribable inhuman existence.

"I...if I really was that kind of thing, could I still touch you and be with you?...Maybe just by waking up, I would become a The terrible monster destroys everything and burns it all to ashes!”

"I do not care!"

Ling shouted loudly, wanting to step forward and hug the girl who collapsed and cried.

But Ella screamed with the same volume and pushed her away with all her might!

"But I care!"

"I don't want to lose you—I don't want to lose you!"

The girl knelt down under the crimson moonlight and buried her face helplessly in her hands.

No one can help her, and she doesn't want anyone to help her.

Her reflection is still such a small black shadow, everything just now is like a hallucination that Ella saw when she had a nervous breakdown, it seems so illusory and unreal.

Chapter 58 Humans and Nonhumans

In the early morning, the distinction between day and night in Nod was not as clear as it was in the physical world.The crimson moonlight fell towards the endless floating ice bay, while the bands of light intertwined in the midair rapidly heated up, sprinkling uneven brilliance onto the black earth.Before the two strips of light were fully lit, the Nodites themselves could not tell which was brighter, night or dawn.

Except for a few habitable settlements and the main roads between them, the plains, mountains, and seas of Nod are full of deadly concentrations of curses and pollution, so no one has the leisure to travel around this world.So no one knows whether this is an independent continent that has been divided or a huge sphere similar to the material world.

However, compared with the pocket watch in the material world, Nod's day should also be about 24 hours, which is almost the same as the former.

So using Paris in the material world as a reference standard, the current time should be [-]:[-] in the morning, which is also the third breakfast when the envoys arrive in Affra town.

Hyde was sitting in the bar lobby enjoying breakfast. It wasn't Isaiah or blood cured meat of unknown origin, but something that looked more like food.There were barely some edible things left in the goods carried by the envoys. He was dealing with the dry cheese and bread that he didn't even look at when he was in the White Rose Manor, drinking a cup of warm water that was ironed with a flame spell. milk.This kind of food taste that can only be described as "normal" actually made the first heir of the Belusay family feel

Hyde vaguely remembered that he seemed to have read in a newspaper written by an ordinary person earlier, saying that going to bed early and getting up early and hot milk are good for the development of teenagers.

Although even if he was killed, he would not admit that he woke up early because of this vague memory, but the so-called science of ordinary people may sometimes be unexpectedly useful.

There was a slight sound of pushing the door, and the guy who pushed the door seemed to be very careful, but the broken wood of unknown origin still made a sound that exceeded her expectations.

Hyde was so startled that he almost spit out half the glass of milk.

When he noticed that the tiptoe guy was Ling, he wiped the corner of his mouth calmly.

"Damn it, why did you get up so early today? I remember that when you were at Kraft, you and Ella often slept through your morning classes..."

In the middle of the sentence, Hyde suddenly noticed a detail that made his eyelids twitch. A short scene was re-extracted by his consciousness, and the corners of Ling's eyes seemed a little unnaturally red.

Hyde opened his mouth wide, and asked in disbelief:

"Have you... cried?"

This question made Ling's movements froze, and the latter turned his head violently, and gave him a fierce look.

"Fuck you!"

After scolding her vigorously, Ling seemed to feel that her mood was not yet completely relaxed. She looked Haide up and down, then forced out a nasty smile and added another sentence.

"Also—no matter how much milk you drink, you won't grow taller anytime soon."

Hyde only felt that he was slapped on the chest by the large earth element golem, and it was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

After watching Ling go out for morning exercise with a victorious attitude, he glanced between the bedroom and the door curiously.

"Even the female dragon was made to cry... What happened to the two of them last night?"

-

Morning, morning is a good time.Mornings, at least for most creatures in the world, are a pleasant time of day.

When the light belt gradually became warmer, and the heat and pollution contained in it did not burn the skin, the town of Afra began to become lively.Unlike Balan or more remote towns, in a large gathering like Afra, the average resident can guarantee at least two meals a day.

For just one Enoch silver coin, or three "10" banknotes printed and produced by the town itself, local residents can buy a large piece of bread and a few slices of Isaiah's ground and baked bread. Blood cured meat.In comparison, outsiders have to pay one-third more, but this can be said to be a very fair ratio in the wilderness.

The men in the town can mine in the mine behind the town in exchange for money. Every two hundred kilograms of ore can be exchanged for a ten-denomination note at the mine head, and a physically strong guy can dig at least one ton of ore in a day. On the ground, this was barely enough to feed them and their women and children.

Compared to the barren soil where no crops can grow, Nod's mineral deposits are far more abundant than the material world. At least for a long foreseeable period of time, the townspeople of Aphra don't have to worry about the mines drying up.

No one would consider making trouble in this kind of place. The more than 20 soldiers directly under Maer are responsible for maintaining the order of the entire open pit mine. For the workers and coolies working in the mine, the muskets in their hands are more important than any rules. have pursuasive power.

Although the pollution in the mines is a little more serious than the outside world, such side effects often appear in their bodies more than ten years later, and the residents of the wilderness rarely set their sights on such a distant future.

Early this morning, Afra's mercenary leader, Walkley, found the residence where the envoy was. He rubbed his hands in front of Schiff with some worry, and said with embarrassment:

"Isaiah and Danshui's preparations went smoothly, but something went wrong with the fifteen scaled horses I ordered from the slave catcher team the day before yesterday, and it might be delayed for more than ten days."

"This is how the same thing?"

The procurement of materials is now fully entrusted to Schiff, and the timing of this error has exceeded his bottom line. Enoch's welcoming team will return to Daphra the day after tomorrow at the latest.According to the information they received, Queen Enoch promised to temporarily borrow the filthy blood relic "Ampsa's Coffin of Death" to work stably in a specific environment. How dangerous it is.

This gentle man drew a diagonally upward line on the manuscript to invalidate a page, and then raised his head and looked into Walkley's eyes.

Those calm gray eyes made Walkley feel a sense of unreasonable fear. He lowered his head to avoid Shiv's sight and began to talk about the whole story.

The slave hunting group he was familiar with was active between Afra and another gathering place fifty miles away. It was mainly responsible for clearing and capturing strong refugees, and selling them along the main road to various villages or gathering places as coolie.In addition, they will also capture and domesticate some relatively docile wild creatures and sell them to various places.

A slave hunting team composed of a middle-ranking dirty blood who really belonged to the clan and more than a dozen untouchables with firearms can be regarded as a very impressive force even in the gathering place.While it is still necessary to avoid the few dangerous areas with terrible creatures or dangerous terrain full of curses, such forces are almost impossible to be marauded by small wilderness mobs.

Fifteen scaled horses was a rather large order, and even if Walkley hardly made any money from this transaction for some reason, it was still a large transaction that could be calculated in platinum coins.

It was supposed to arrive this morning, but the team of more than 20 people led by three untouchable dirty blood was ambushed before reaching the town of Afra.Not a single person escaped alive, save for one Foulblood who had become delirious.

Scale horses are not a product that can be prepared easily, so because of this unexpected situation, it will take at least ten days for the slave hunting group to prepare the second batch.

What is puzzling is that according to Walkley's experience and common sense, in order to deal with such a well-equipped team, the size of the mob must be at least more than 200 people, and more than half of them need to be killed or injured to completely annihilate them.He had no recollection of the existence of a mobile mob of this size near Afra.

"It's not surprising to encounter accidents in this kind of business."

Walkley's frankness made Schiff a little nauseous. He said that this kind of human trafficking is as simple as eating and drinking.But when he thought of those wilderness people who were more like beasts than humans, he faintly felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

After all, unlike other wizards, Schiff, who has worked in a newspaper for a long time, has rarely been exposed to the dangerous side of the mysterious world, which makes his code of conduct more like an ordinary editor working in an ordinary world.

Walkley didn't seem to be surprised by this statement, he seemed to have thought that he would be said so.The man scratched his stiff short hair,

"Mr. Schiff, you probably haven't dealt with those mobs in the wilderness much. Let me just say it—those things can't be called people at all."

Today, the identity of the envoys is no longer a secret.At least Walkley had learned about their origins in some way, and his demeanor had become, inexplicably, more respectful since then.

"Not to mention the nobles of Enoch, even the residents of the gathering place will not regard such things as human beings."

Schiff didn't quite understand this statement. Although the alienated organization made them look more like monsters, in essence they still belonged to the human species.

Regarding Schiff's doubts, Walkley smiled and asked:

"Then do you think Wendigo is still human?"

It was undoubtedly a monster alienated from human beings, but Wendigo could no longer be regarded as human beings in essence. They were just disgusting bodies that were cursed to parasitize but maintained the consciousness of the host.

"The wilderness is just like the Wendigo. They feed on their own kind, destroy small gathering places, use men and children as food and women as breeding tools. Even the wolves in the mountains will not do such a thing."

"The only thing that separates them from the Wendigo is the number of cannibals."

It has nothing to do with the parasitic curse. They are all aliens who act with their own consciousness. Compared to the mobs in the human wilderness, they should be regarded as larval Wendigos.

"So sir—at least I think it's not looks, or even blood, that distinguishes humans from inhumans."

The man's voice rarely became serious, and his eyes were filled with a glimmer of wisdom and thought:

"Only those who think of themselves as human beings can be considered human beings."

Chapter 59 The Name of the Witch

Although cursed, most of Nod can barely be called vibrant.The toughness of life far exceeds the theoretical value. Even in this harsh environment, people, animals, plants or other smaller lives in the wilderness all survive in their own different ways.