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

"Miss Anna?"

In a state of being unable to see, Gracie, who received no response, was terrified.

There was deathly silence all around, as if he was the only one left in the world. There was nothing more frightening than this.

"install--"

Wait, what's her name?

Gracie's hands froze in mid-air, and a call was caught in her hoarse voice like a walking corpse.

Does that ghost really exist?

Maybe from the beginning, he was the only one in the empty wooden house, and it was like this from beginning to end.

The ghost of the Netherlands 30 years ago is just a false symbol condensed in Gracie's consciousness by some irrelevant memory fragments mixed with diary contents.

He may have been crazy from the start.

Does the wooden house really exist, does Anna really exist, and do the beasts and the wind and snow outside the house really exist?

If this is really just a dream, it would be too absurd and desperate.

"Hey, kid."

"Williams."

"Gracey!"

"Mr. Williams..."

"William."

One voice after another emerged, the whispering voices became clear, they were calling to themselves - just outside the wooden house separated by a wall.

"You must have slept too long."

"Let's go, it's coming to the Spring Breeze Day soon, don't you want to see the ruins of Ancient Hippolier?"

"After this time...we can go back, and I hope you can invite me to your wedding."

It was the voice of the whaler, the voice of the ex-officer, many voices that were familiar to him.

Maybe he just slept for a long time, and he can wake up from the sleeping bag that bound his body by opening this door, and continue this great journey that symbolizes wealth and hope.

"You... really made me wait for a long time."

"I am back--"

The man pushed open the door, and what appeared in front of him was a dazzling, pale light.

Like a pure white sun falling to the ground, it instantly engulfed everything.

-

The spring day, the spring day is coming.

At this time, there were less than one-third of the people standing under the main peak of the Yarak Mountains.

The frequency of human disappearance is getting higher and higher. Now every few minutes, there will be a person trembling in place. Their facial features and pores are all shining with extremely dazzling brilliance, and then the whole person suddenly disappears without leaving a trace.

Running away, praying to the gods, or asking for forgiveness from this unknown power was of no avail.

An hour later, Segna became the last person left besides the two divine wizards.

"Segna."

The employer who had remained silent today spoke first, and the Inuit leaned on the sled and luggage without much expression and turned his gaze to him.

"sorry."

The words silenced the hunter for a few seconds, before the hunter smiled and lit a Havana cigar.This is a standard configuration in the scientific expedition team, and he has never had much common sense before.

"It's not necessary."

"That money is enough to buy my life, as long as you can fulfill the things I ask..."

Nobold nodded,

"In fact, I have already done that beforehand. Your wife was taken to London by us, and your two children will receive the best education. They will live in a warm and rich place, waiting for your news."

"Most of the people who come here have a reason why they have to get that money, some of them are outlaws to clear their charges, some are people like you, some are to pay off debts, or raise money for family members to treat illnesses ——I ask myself, even if I can't guarantee that you will return to your hometown safely, I will satisfy the wishes of each of you."

Segner froze for a few seconds, then nodded.

He threw half of the damp cigarette butt in the snow, it seemed a little accidental, and he seemed to have already thought of this result.

"But what about Gracie, how can his wish be fulfilled?"

This time it was Norbold Hall's turn to fall silent.

200 years later, he unconsciously stood behind this man, raised his head, and they said almost simultaneously:

"That's the person I should apologize to the most. I'm sorry for him."

"That's my regret."

Sibyl Constantine, who had been recording or calculating something in a notebook, raised her head and looked towards the whitening direction of the sky.

She finally obtained some results through calculations, and the woman's pupils turned a strange golden yellow at this moment.

"I have already understood that I will try my best to rescue you before I reach a complete desperation."

Segner had already expected their differences. He smiled and answered without much hope:

"Then please, Miss Academician."

Saying so, he also disappeared in the white firelight.

-

In the sky, under the ice floes at the end of the snowy area, singing came one after another.

They are ethereal and long, just like the long wind that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Huge black shadows protruded from the dark sea water under the ice floes one after another, and started this annual grand feast.

Countless dreamlike blue lights descended from the sky, and each of them connected the sky and the earth, forming the skirt of the goddess with a scale of tens of thousands of meters.

The entire Yalak Mountains trembled in the magnetic field formed by the huge magic power.

"When the Homecoming Singer feasts at the end of the black curtain, Standing on Yalak's crown, she will dance in the center of the courtyard, and sweep the gates of Sybril with her blue skirts."

Sibylla exclaimed,

"Everything in poetry is getting confirmed."

The night was torn apart, a round of pure white sun formed from the reflection formed by the ice surface and lifted into the sky, the dazzling light chopped the eternal night sky into countless pieces.

What happened to the eternal mountain peak? It began to twist and merge with the illusory city that was gradually taking shape.

Ella felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer on the head, and she stood there in a daze.

All the imaginations she had constructed were shattered, and the loud tinnitus filled her entire consciousness.

"The country beyond the north wind."

"The starting point of winter, the source of wind."

"The city bestowed by heaven, the lost country—"

She has seen this before, here is... Wendell!

The capital of the Snow Country, Winter City, Wendell!

Chapter 82 The Beginning of Frost

The magnificent city built on the peaks and cliffs is so familiar. It retains the appearance before it was destroyed, which is exactly what Ella saw with her own eyes in the dreamland.

A voice conjectured in her consciousness. This was Ella, an expert in occultism. She instinctively explained the phenomenon in front of her in a way she could understand.

"There was a huge space passage in the North Pole that could go back and forth with the Dreamland? They could be connected to each other at special times. The so-called ancient Hiberriers are actually citizens of the Snow Country?"

Another voice that was the same but slightly different immediately rebutted. This was Ella Williams, the court mage of the Snow Country.

"No, it's impossible! If this is the case, then the events that happened 200 years ago will definitely be recorded in the history of the Snow Country. People in that country have the habit of recording major events with epics. The Snow Country at that time It is still under the rule of His Majesty and that court mage, if there is such a record, I will not be ignorant of it! I can even get a way to return to the material world in advance."

"But why is this? They are so similar, I'm sure this is definitely... No, are there actually two cities of the North Wind? The soil of the dreamland is formed by the deep subconscious of countless creatures and undead. Composed together, Ancient Hiberil is actually the prototype of the Snow Country, and the ancient undead in the ruins used their collective subconscious to restore their country in the dreamland?"

The girl's consciousness fell into chaos for a while, and the huge shock turned her thinking into a mess of fragments in a short period of time, and each part was trying to use its own thinking to reconstruct the clues so that they could be reconnected.

"If you think about it this way, it may be reasonable. There is a lot of connection between the ancient Hiberil, who is the kingdom of God, and the god Yafum. I was sent to the Snow Kingdom at that time, not only because of the old seal records. Coordinates... From this point of view, Wendell was the place most closely connected with me in the Dreamland, this kind of fateful coincidence is really frightening."

As her own memory overlapped with more and more clues, she felt that she should be getting closer to all the answers now.The answer lies not far ahead.

-

"The Kingdom of God located in the North Pole really exists."

Norbold Hall was shocked by the sight before him.

Using the natural phenomenon of the polar circle to hide a huge city is already a feat beyond human effort.Even if he wants to achieve this level, it is almost impossible.

"The rest of the scientific expedition team was eroded by the power of the kingdom of God, and they were transferred to its interior before it completely descended."

"We must solve it as soon as possible. The power of the Kingdom of God is expanding... There has never been such a phenomenon in the past thousand years. It seems to have been replenished and strengthened from some kind of sacrificial ceremony."

At this time, the temperature in the poles is dropping rapidly.The places illuminated by the white light did not become warmer because of it, the snow and ice fields became blurred, and their surfaces seemed to grow a dense layer of white vegetation—no, those were not weeds, they were flames.

Snow is burning.

The strange pale flame devoured the temperature of everything, making them still.

If someone is at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters at this time, he will find that the airflow over the entire North Pole has become chaotic, and the gathered frozen clouds make this coldness spread outward.

With the white sun in the center as the core, the icy light is rapidly spreading outwards. They are like another kind of thing completely opposite to the sunlight, spreading the cold, lifeless light to distant places.

A mile, ten miles, a hundred miles—if this goes on, maybe everything on this planet will be covered in white ice and snow.It will enter a large ice age that lasts for thousands of years in advance in the near future, resulting in the death of most of the creatures in the world.

There is no need to wait for the arrival of "Gheros", the revival of an ancient god is enough to push the whole world into a vortex of destruction.

"I deciphered part of the text on the stone pillar."

Looking at the huge fireball floating in the center of the city with gray and white lines, Sibilla murmured in a low voice: