Chapter 1383 The old paper pile

Freshness, throbbing and desire.

Oh, this kind of excitement is like a courage to pull a girl’s little hand in a cinema!

Record of events!

It's a lot of records!

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

I am eager to include those discrete records in the catalog again and reorganize everything that happened before...

Right in front of him.

It's getting closer, getting closer.

Then... no one went on.

Because Yeats, this dog thing, turned a corner!

“…”

Huai Shi widened her eyes and almost vomited blood: What are you doing, Yeats! Go forward, you fucking forward, why are you turning the corner?

Still cripple?!

But no matter how Huai Shi gave her hints, Yeats seemed to be slowing down and was unwilling to walk there. She muttered the keys and went straight down.

Huai Shi can only restrain her impulse and follow her step by step.

But at the end, he quietly looked up at his head.

Remember this place.

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

There is always a chance!

As the steps extend, the throbbing in my heart gradually dissipates, replaced by a certain kind of sadness and sorrow - just as if I heard the call and cry from the long time ago.

Silent sobs spread in the air.

Wandering in the darkness.

That was the moan before the verge of collapse.

When the door opened in front of Huai Shi, what you saw was the stars in the sky in the darkness.

The dying stars...

Fragments, countless things recorded, floating above the dome under the large library, shining with difficulty under the seal of the secret instrument.

Tell the glory of the past.

"Is this... sorting out?"

Huai Shi whispered softly, and at this moment, she finally realized it suddenly.

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

When the Kingdom of Heaven fell, a large number of things and souls were lost in the turmoil and sprinkled into the entire territory, and more records were torn and collapsed. Among the remaining fragments, some of them were found by the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven, and more were sealed in the land of nothingness, and they survived in the secret rituals.

Waiting for revision and restoration.

Unfortunately, the restoration and revision of event records has always been the work of event managers. The Three Sages System collects records and souls scattered throughout the country for a long time and adheres to neutrality.

While no longer trusting the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven, he was also particularly resistant to the existence of the Golden Dawn.

Neither DM, KP or ST will help Golden Dawn repair those fragments, let alone Lily. Among the alchemists who are good at things like alchemy, Mikhail is a hardcore and loyal person in the Heavenly Genealogy and will never be able to serve Golden Dawn.

Therefore, they can only rely on their own...

He helplessly used the most primitive method, relying on the existence of the spirit of things, the souls born from countless history and records pieced together and repaired little by little through massive work.

Needless to say, the key is that the results are very little. You can only search for the relationship between each other in the changing fragments like gold digging.

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

What's even more terrible is that there is a large part of it.

Every time it is Yeats' turn, things and souls will feel that life is worse than death - especially when choosing and reading, and you will experience and record the tragedy of collapse again and again.

What is the difference between being imprisoned?

Now he has started to curse Mathers.

Just after he left the severe injury period, Mathers was stuffed here. On the one hand, the secrets of the large library helped him heal. On the other hand, it was probably a complaint and warning from Mod?

Everyone wants to be peaceful for a few days and have a safe birthday.

What's more, at the critical moment of the battle between the worlds, everyone was so busy that they could only let Yeats temporarily hit the tool man, no, the location of the reference book.

This kind of familiar cold reception really made Huai Shi, the Erwuzi, feel deeply moved by it. Maybe he could write a book called "The Life of the Disliked Yeats".

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

The further away from the inner array and specific collaborative things, the lower the possibility of his exposure, which makes it easier for him to use this period of time to become familiar with the role. What surprised him even more was that a large number of fragments of the record of events here will cause interference to all observatory instruments...

This is a literal dark room!

During the next period, he undoubtedly was alone and without any interference.

Besides, it is a troublesome thing for Golden Dawn.

For him, it may not be!

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 was too lazy to take a look.

"Come on, "Book of Destiny"-"

Huai Shi raised her palm, and from the deepest part of her soul, the authority of the kingdom of heaven was descended—ancient classics instantly outlined, causing the shining of the stars in the sky!

When the title page was opened by invisible power, he seemed to be swallowed by the ocean.

Endless events, countless history and records, past times and creations from the soul, massive information turned into a craze and came to your face!

Under the illusory Yeats disguise, a fierce light burst out from Huai Shi's eyes, instantly covering all the fragments.

At this moment, the catalog of the kingdom of heaven bursts out from the depths of the soul.

【Retrieve, start!】

At this moment, the uncertain fragments in the secret ritual, and the traces without any signs suddenly appeared, and the number and origin of the newspaper "Destiny" were placed on its own.

"The Girl of Camellia", "The Contract", "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Divine Comedy", "The Call of Wild", "The Work of Heaven to Open Things", "Ten Days of Talk", "The Literature of Zhou", "Gadfly", "Hamurabi Code", "Five Wheel Book"...

More!

And more!

More records were continuously stuffed into Huai Shi's mind, flowing in her soul, with the writhing of collapse and the sobs of a long time, flowing into the Book of Destiny.

Hundreds, thousands, and thousands...

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

Millions of fragments come from hundreds of thousands of very different books.

Some are title pages, some are middle, some are signatures at the end, and some are only broken words and broken half...

Therefore, the pile of paper is like a torrent, flooding the locust poem.

Unfortunately, there are too many vacancy and too many damage.

It took two days for the Book of Destiny to complete the statistics of the status of all books in a category. Most of them were simply irreparable, and even less than one ten thousand remains.

Only if more than 30% of the remaining parts can the minimum standard that can be repaired can be obtained.

But there are only 461 books left, and more than half of them have not completed the prototype before they collapse. Even if the rest are pieced together, just like "The Magic Flute", they ignore the sorrow of the soul and forcefully put together, which is probably a great use.

Nineteen books are the ones that have the real remaining part of more than 70%.

"Nineteen books."

Huai Shi sighed softly.

Even the Book of Destiny can only slowly pull them out of these countless pieces and put them together again, but if you really want to restore completeness and reunite your soul, you still have to rely on Lily and the others to help you.

However, it will take some time to aggregate and restore them through the gravity of the Book of Destiny.

In this process of reading the post, it is no difference whether there is Huai Shi or not. Huai Shi can finally take time to start his own work.

In this way, as if in eternal silence, he sat on the ground, bathed in the flash of those fragments, and closed his eyes.

It seemed like I was in a deep sleep.

The consciousness sinks from the darkness and then sinks, passing through a long tunnel.

A glimpse of a ray of light.

Huai Shi stretched out her hand, opened her five fingers, and looked towards the soul light in a distant place.

Hold it tightly!
To be continued...