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

Miss Prophet asked casually while arranging the magic ceremony.Her movements were fast, and with the assistance of the metal puppet, she quickly completed the drawing of the alchemy map.

Norbord recalled the content of the dream he participated in as a bystander, and smiled a little lonely.

"It's just to commemorate the wedding that only existed in dreams. If it's their child—maybe they will be as strong as their parents."

As the spirituality of the material is liberated in the ritual, an illusory tree of light grows in the center of the alchemy map, and a luminous orb the size of an egg condenses from its top.

Generally speaking, the so-called magical soul cannot be called a soul.

In most cases, they will only give feedback based on the content of the spells carved in advance. In essence, they are just question-and-answer machines created by wizards in order to give the props a living characteristic.

And the few magical souls with real wisdom usually come from cruel black magic rituals, and are the products obtained after transforming real human souls.

As for those individual cases that were born due to extremely accidental reasons, they have no reference value.

Relying on Sibilla's unparalleled alchemy skills and understanding of the soul, the structure of this newly born magical soul is incomparably similar to that of a human soul.

But even so, it is not a soul, just a blank model that approximates the human soul.

The spiritual scents of elderflower and fire spirits are incorporated into the sphere, giving its general color a strange silvery white.

At this time, Sibyl's gestures and incantations gradually became more complicated, and a distorted clock appeared under his feet, and tiny balls of light circled and connected in her eyes, forming a glowing ring.

She used part of the power of the space domain, and opened up another deep space in the soul area that symbolized the subconscious part.

Then, the rust-red ball wrapped with gray-white crystal disappeared in her hand. The doomsday mark had been sealed into the deepest part of the subconscious part of the blank soul model. A black door symbolizing the blockade was immediately formed in that space. Two circles of thick rivets were driven into it.

It was reinforced countless times in the blink of an eye. The crystal condensed with gray fire that sealed the Doomsday Mark itself had a similar effect. Its existence made the black iron gate stronger.

After completing this step, Sibilla seemed to suddenly remember something, and just left the half-finished ceremony and the newborn magic soul aside.

She put on crystal glasses for herself, sat on the sofa and began to write down a large number of numbers, symbols, formulas and models on a pile of manuscript paper.

Norbod is very clear that Sibyl who has entered this state will basically forget everything in the outside world, so he can only wait.

At first, Nobold was able to keep up with the constantly beating digital symbols on the paper, and found that Sibyl was calculating some kind of weird ritual about sacrifice, transformation, and gathering, and he used patterns to simplify and draw its complete process.

But when the number of these calculation manuscripts increased, the speed gap between the two became obvious.About every three sheets of paper that Sibylla used, he could barely understand one. Often when Norbold Hall was doing some difficult homework, new manuscript papers would be piled up around him.

And when the calculation went to a deeper level, Nobold suddenly felt dizzy, and he couldn't even understand most of the symbols!

Is this more than 2000 years of accumulation and training? This is the first time he feels fear and awe at a long time.

This time, Sibilla's calculation lasted for five days, and the used paper had already piled up under the sofa to form a hill, while Nobold gave up understanding those formulas and graphics three days ago.

For this reason, the latter also needs to maintain the fragile magical soul and prevent it from dissipating and destroying due to the interruption of the ceremony.

Time passed day by day, and the manuscripts around Sibylla piled up more and more, the outside world has mostly turned into a water curtain receding downwards, and even the upper floor of this indoor room has turned into a deep cave. black.

The time this bubble can last is running out.

"It's finally finished. Please refer to the final drawing and modify the one on the alchemy table for me. I will wake up in three hours and explain what it is."

"This is the design I want to be satisfied with. It can probably turn your one-in-a-hundred-billionth hope into one in ten-billionth."

Sibyl pushed away the coffee table in front of her, and flew a piece of manuscript paper with simple and clear lines to Nobod's face, while she herself fell on the sofa on her back, and there was the sound of even breathing.

Although it is not clear when the unit of probability was modified by the other party, Nobold took the paper and started modifying the alchemy diagram.

During the drawing process, part of the graphics made him feel a little concerned. It was two rows of neatly arranged short lines, and the front part of the lines converged into a perfect circle.

He always felt that this abstract symbol felt very familiar to him, but for a while it was a little difficult to understand what it meant.

Two hours after the drawing was done, Sibyl woke up to give her explanation.

"This is something I created with reference to the "National Sacrifice Ceremony" designed by Yafum. "

Chapter 1 Ella Williams

Nobold finally recalled the source of that sense of familiarity. They were the huge stone pillars leading to the altar and the upward stairs. Human corpses wearing golden masks were piled up in every corner of the passage.

"Sacrifice?"

He showed a clear distaste for the term,

"I don't think a product of that evil ritual would have the qualities we need."

Sibyl asked back,

"Do you think I'll hold a living sacrifice in this city?"

"This group of magic circles is a variant of that ritual, and it no longer has the inductive and mandatory nature of the original version. It only passively collects human nature, and extracts what it needs from the strong emotions around it. It can gather the will of the dead, Combine them into a new entity."

"As a result, the blank will gradually be dyed with color, condensing countless souls, and thus gradually approaching the real soul."

Nobold re-observed the new alchemy map again and tried to activate it.He could feel the remnants in his body, the thoughts belonging to someone gathered towards the center of the light sphere, which gradually gave it a certain color and shape.

"The idea of ​​a genius is really worthy of you."

"The next thing is the body part. The flame essence used as the material is contaminated with part of your breath. I need part of your blood. It is the magic material with the highest degree of compatibility with this soul."

Nobold nodded, cut open his wrist, and took a small tube of blood.

"Are you going to use it to make a body?"

Sibylla paused,

"I originally had such an idea, but a doll is just a doll after all. No matter how delicate I make it, it will not experience aging, will not get sick, and will not grow, and the new artificially bred Individuals or corpses awakened by undead spells are also not acceptable, they are born with souls, and there are too many marks that belong to the owner of the body."

"What I need is a container that can grow and is clean enough."

Nobold hissed.

"Human body refining? I thought it was a noun that only existed in stories."

"I didn't fully grasp that technique, but I just had some ideas in the long study."

Sibylla laughed at herself,

"So the thing I made still cannot be called a person, nor a real life. Its growth cycle is quite limited, and it will not have a complete stage from birth to aging and death."

"This is the product of my own divinity. It will die periodically and be restarted. This process is only about ten years. The memory and humanity that should have been lost with death will be lost by the improved The magic circle draws. It will get closer and closer to the real life with the number of restarts, but it may never reach the final destination—”

The ring and the flowing river of light appeared in Sibylla's eyes again.

"Perhaps many years later, a genius in the field of alchemy will be born in this world. He will complement my ideas and use alchemy to create a truly living body... I firmly believe that there will be such a future."

A huge magic circle was gradually unfolded, and countless precious materials were consumed and transformed little by little, while the light cocoon was gradually formed in the center of the magic circle.

The time of this world is coming to an end, and the area outside the town has faded away.It's as if the moment when a soap bubble bursts is infinitely delayed, but no matter what, its result is unavoidable after all.

Ella looked at the scene in the pavilion with a complicated expression, and a faint but extremely clear heartbeat was coming from the glowing cocoon.

Although she had already had a lot of guesses about this outcome, she still felt unable to calm down after actually seeing this scene.

This is how she was born.

-

The time required for magical rituals meant nothing to Sybyl, and she was able to twist the duration of the ritual so that it was completed in an instant.

Sibylla walked into the light cocoon, used magic power to weave thin and soft fabric, and wrapped a girl with long silver-white hair and rare pink eyes out.

"What would you like to name her?"

She looked only five or six years old, with exquisite and lovely features, but her face was completely expressionless, her eyes were out of focus, and she was always looking ahead like a cold doll.

This strange pupil color evoked a little memory of Nobold, he pondered for a few seconds,

"Just call her Ella Williams."

With that said, he looked at the girl carefully up and down, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"How do I feel... that she looks more like me than Gracie and Miss Taylor?"

"After all, they only provided part of the characteristics of the soul. Just like the wedding that existed in the dream in your mouth, it is only an illusion after all, and it is a story that has never happened in the material world. And you provided the blood as the main material, Biologically, you are the true father of this girl."

Sibylla sat back on the sofa and smiled strangely,

"She can grow, and she has not weak magical talent. It may only take ten years to grow into a very powerful wizard. The essence of this power comes from Avum, which has left an extremely powerful mark on the mark of doom." The power of divinity. In the most ideal state, she can even grow to integrate that divinity, and influence the source of the doomsday through the medium."

"But before that, she needs to be guided, and she needs to go through the weakest period of time."

When saying these words, Sibylah's eyes obviously stayed on Nobold.

The latter spread his hands helplessly,

"I understand. It seems that my search for the place of exile will be put on hold for the time being. I will accompany her through the time of the last cycle and leave some arrangements that will last for a long time."

With that said, he picked up the expressionless girl,

"Come on, my daughter."

"Are you saying that I also need to prepare myself a new identity like you? Theoretically speaking, as an ordinary person, Norbert Hall should have died in the North Pole."

-

The world shattered with a bang, and countless chaotic bands of light disintegrated into countless tiny bubbles, which rose rapidly and then disappeared one after another.

Ella Williams saw countless strange pictures there, there were pictures of her learning language from Norberd when she was young; there were pictures of her using magic for the first time; there were pictures of her living alone in a certain street There are also pictures of her using the spells and arrangements left by Norberd to prepare for the next restart...

She stood at her own funeral countless times, watching people she knew in a certain period of life age and die, just watching with a blank expression.

—that was all her, all Ella Williams.

It turned out that she took care of the George brothers and sisters because she passively absorbed the dying wishes of their parents in the factory.

She felt sad about Anderson because she had inadvertently absorbed the latter's longing for his dead wife.

She saves the residents of London because the resentment of the dead is too strong.

She was willing to sacrifice herself to push Ling out of the volcano because she obtained the human fragments of her companions at the border of the dream.

She would have a sense of belonging to the Snow Country because the court mage, Mrs. Mapel, and the soldiers and knights of the Snow Country fell one after another before her eyes.

She would be angry at Michelle for destroying Niels' grave because Fetili's humanity has become an important part of her.

But what is she like?

After throwing away these entangled fragments of human nature, what is she really like, and what exists in the depths of her soul?

——There is nothing, there is nothing but a carefully crafted container, a huge blank.

Ella Williams has no soul of her own at all. She is the product of a magical ritual, the daughter of two people who have never been united, a twisted monster made of countless human crystals, and a mark of doom It is also the starting point of disasters.