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

But Kraft is editing hundreds of executors, which means that she has to divide hundreds of magic points enough to share information with herself.

That would keep her in an incomplete state for a long time, and the mental exhaustion it caused was probably no less than that of performing dozens of tasks every day.

Ella spent a poor time on her notebook, ruling out this method.

"How did the teacher or Michelle do it before?"

In Howard Yousef's day, missions didn't need to be as mundane as they are now, so his approach was of little value.

So how did Michelle Hebrew do it? Accidents may happen at any time during the task. Even with the strongest computing power, it is impossible to predict all variables. What can do that is not called calculation but prediction. .

Ella seriously recalled each other's abilities, recalling their fight on a rainy night in Paris.

"Is it... a honorable name? Michelle has a honorable name, and she can answer the prayers of believers to a certain extent."

Ella suddenly realized something. Although she couldn't understand how to do it with the power of the other party, she possessed divinity and could already be regarded as a "great existence" in mysticism.

A description pointing to herself can completely establish a connection with her. In that case, she can also imitate Rosalia, the queen of dirty blood, descend to the past by projection, or transmit her own power to the past.

Thinking of this, she began to design a honorable name for herself in Elvish language, starting with the first sentence.

"The Time Traveler,"

Judging from the few abnormal materials alone, there should not be many people in this world who have used Pluto's medicine.

And besides her, there is not even one alive.

But Ayla couldn't rule out whether there were unknown beings who survived to this day in a special way, so she began to further narrow the scope.

"Silver Goddess,"

"The ruler of the flame family,"

"Great Ella Williams!"

Enduring the inexplicable shame, Ayla tried to recite the esteemed name she had drawn up completely in Elvish language.

At this moment, she had a wonderful feeling, as if her consciousness was looking down and glimpsed the flickering white light spots.

Those were the coordinates of this place, where she had just prayed to herself.

But this state didn't last long, and she felt a slight but familiar pain in her head.

"Don't make gods for yourself? Is this... a negative effect of the Ten Commandments? How is it possible that it still exists?"

Ayla couldn't help being shocked, the alchemy item was even completely destroyed in the decisive battle with Nobold.Its negative effects should have completely dissipated long ago.

However, this kind of pain is quite vague, and the remaining power of the negative rules has correspondingly become very weak. At most, it can only show its own existence, and it has no effect on Ella at all.

The power behind the Ten Commandments may be far more weird than she thought before, and the personality of the complete Ten Commandments will probably not be lower than the "Book of Three Days".It's a pity that its last five precepts have been lost in the abyss of the dreamland, making it impossible to find them.

Ella shook her head. After all, this attempt is worthwhile. As long as she makes a simple confirmation, she doesn't have to shut herself in the office all day or desperately complete the task.

Ella quickly finished writing a letter, opened the birdcage, and asked the messenger Beatrice to deliver the letter to someone, and then sat in her seat and waited quietly.

After 15 minutes, she entered that wonderful looking down state again, and heard a vague sound from the light spot.

The headaches caused by the negative effects were quickly suppressed, which can be almost completely ignored for the current Ella.

Following the coordinates of the light spot, Ella's translucent figure appeared above Ling's head. Judging from the architecture, this seemed to be a coastal city.

Ling was taken aback by her, and Ayla flicked the former's head lightly, then released the projection to let his consciousness return to the original place.

"This method works."

She smiled and rang the bell.

The girl handed the note to Atwood.

"Telegraph it and send it to every contact point. If the executor encounters an emergency during the mission, recite it in Elvish or any other magical prophecy."

As she spoke, she pushed out the document bags that were gradually piled up in front of her.

"Give it to someone who is free."

Atwood, who has a good foundation in mysticism, quickly understood the meaning, and he took a small stack of paper bags without hesitation.

"There's no better way to do it, and you should have done it long ago."

Chapter 42 Day Three

"Are you going to respond to prayers by coming down? Well, it's a brain-tugging way."

Dmitry commented on Ella's new method.

The girl was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the office. The alchemy table and the transparent ecological ball in the center of the room took up too much space, which caused the normal furniture to be squeezed into the corners.

Ella thought about it, and then raised a question that she had ignored for a long time, but now she felt that the more she thought about it, the more unnatural it became.

"I still can't understand why Michelle Hebrew, who has not obtained divinity, can answer prayers through his honorable name."

"And she also obtained a huge amount of magical power in the praying ceremony targeting herself, lent her own power to herself and strengthened it. How did she do it? This is not mystical at all."

This is only natural. If Ella lends her power to others through projection, then part of her power as the main body will be reduced accordingly.

As for praying to oneself, and then granting strength in turn, it is completely roundabout.This way of tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall is impossible to break through the upper limit of her own strength.

Facing her question, the old alchemist shook his head.

"If an iron rule can be easily broken, then it cannot be called an iron rule. You are always used to seeing things with the naked eye and taking things for granted. Now you change your thinking, if Michelle has never broken What about the iron rules of mysticism?"

The girl frowned and thought for a moment,

"You mean that the object of her prayer is not yourself? No... I can still tell this kind of thing. The ancient rune she recited at that time was indeed [I declare in my name, I am the remnant of a saint left behind for thousands of years, I am a tower that connects taboos to reach the sky], and the flow of magic power also..."

Having said that, Ella herself vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but it was still a little hard to put into words.

"It's hard to explain, but I have a vague guess now, and I need you to verify it for me."

Dmitry came to the bookcase, the only piece of furniture in the principal's office that had not been moved.He was pushing a thick book familiarly, and the wall behind the bookcase moved slowly to both sides.

Ella knew that there was a dark room in Kleist's office before this, but she had never had the right opportunity to explore it before.A stone door and a downward staircase appeared in front of her, where an unusually strong smell of magic was exuding.

As the executive officer, Ella Williams walked in ahead of Dmitry. Although there should be no traps hidden in this place with Kleist's personality, it would not hurt to be safe.

From the first step into the secret room, Ella felt a strange sense of familiarity.The cue of inspiration told Ella that she had been to this place at some point.

But in her impression, she didn't remember entering this secret room at all.

The off-white sparks lit the candlesticks, and on the walls on both sides of the secret room were reliefs of goddesses holding balances, and in the balances were special lamp oils that could burn for a long time.

Under the blue candlelight, the pool occupying most of the secret room became clear.

Those milky white liquids are the source of huge magic power. If converted into magic crystals or gold coins, this pool is worth a lot.

A stone bridge spans across the pool and connects the other end of the secret room.

On the deepest platform are two eccentric statues, a winged angel and a hooded wizard.

The two statues together supported the square altar, but there were only some broken plant roots on the altar, and there was only a large blank space.

Two nearly overlapping worlds appeared in front of Ella's eyes again, and she saw what was originally on the altar—the dry relic between the human body and the plant.

She finally recalled the source of the familiarity, the treasure trove that had floated up in the subterranean lake of the San Francisco Cave years ago, where Norbud Williams had spoken to the woman in the white robe.

"The treasure house of the Prophet Sibilla...Although I knew that Professor Kleist had it, I never thought that he would move the entire treasure house into his office."

Under the light of the fire, the ground here shone softly golden.

Kleist did not know how to move the entire treasure house, and used the raw materials there to build a secret room for himself.

"Go down and see what's in this sea of ​​milk, you should be able to do it, right?"

The old alchemist pointed to the milky white pool. The environment there was filled with a large amount of chaotic and harmful magic, which was a fatal poison for most wizards.And because of its nature, most magic that can control water flow is ineffective against these milky white liquids.

Ayla nodded, a layer of pale flames quickly covered her body, and the girl jumped down immediately.

In this chaotic and even somewhat viscous environment, her vision was greatly restricted, but even so, Ella could still feel that this place was much deeper than it seemed to the naked eye.

After a little getting used to this environment, Ayla blinked and began to be able to barely see a small area in front of her eyes.

At this time, she noticed a round shadow floating over.

Ella was subconsciously alert, but soon realized that it was just a lifeless floating object.

She squinted her eyes, reached out and pressed the thing through the thin fire curtain.When Ella slowly held the sphere to her face, she finally saw what it was.

It was the head of a woman, her golden hair was scattered in the sea of ​​milk, her eyes were closed, and her thin, pale lips were pursed.

The facial features of a woman are very sculptural, and the completely symmetrical lines are like the statues of goddesses carved in ancient Greece.

It is the head of Michele Hebrew.

Is that guy dead—no!

Something Kleist had said played in Ella's mind:

"She really doesn't remember anything related to you, that's the memory of the second Michelle Hebrew."

Ella controlled her expression of extreme astonishment, and turned her head to look around.

More heads with closed eyes, scattered limbs and torsos floated in the waters.

They all belong to the same person, and there is no difference between the same parts.

There are also human figures that have been pieced together in half, but they seem to be parts that have been installed and combined at will.

The posture of the other party gradually overlaps with the prophet Sibylah that Ira saw in the long river of time, but it is more youthful and young.

She took a full set of parts and surfaced.During this process, those heads or torsos just continued to sink and float without any abnormal movement.

Ayla placed the bodies on the altar in order, and then waved her hands to cover them with a simple off-white cloth condensed by magic power.

"Michelle Hebrew is the remains of Sibylah... No, she is a copy of the relic?"

The old alchemist who crossed the pool by the stone bridge nodded.

"You repeat the real name she has recited."

Ella said suddenly,

"I am the remains of a saint who has been left behind for thousands of years. I am the Tower of Babel that connects taboos... Indeed, this can be explained."

"The object of her prayer is neither herself nor herself. Michelle Hebrew is a copy of the holy skeleton, and the existence that relied on her power at that time was Sibyl's remains."