I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"Let's get on board!"

In the next instant, huge shadow tentacles rose from the other side of the intact Rostock, and a huge one-eyed eye opened from the top of the shadow, staring directly at everything in Rostock indifferently and calmly.

Suddenly, its eyes turned to the port.

The moment he found his target, this tentacle suddenly crossed the clouds, buildings, and sea of ​​fire, and the end swept past the lighthouse in Rostock's port, and landed on the sea.

Whether it was clouds or buildings, or seas of fire or lighthouses - none of these things were destroyed by shadow tentacles, only the sea.

The moment the sea was slapped, it stirred up huge waves.

The tsunami destroyed the long-standing lighthouse in an instant, and the ship of Xing Mo was thrown high and then fell into the water.

The sea water quickly swept over the breakwater, flooding the burning port and buildings, and extinguishing the flames that covered half of Rostock.

The shadows fell, and the huge shadow tentacles became more and more grotesque——

The exile raised his head in astonishment, rolled on the spot to avoid the falling bricks, and then jumped onto the surrounding buildings several times in a row to avoid being washed away by the sea.

But the danger is more than that. When she turned her head, she saw that Li Lin and Nian had disappeared.

A creepy feeling rushed from her tailbone to the back of her head. She quickly drew out her pistol, and gray wings seemed to extend from the shadows, falling on her white back.

The tide rolled over the surrounding low buildings, and the exile stood on the sloping roof with a pistol in hand, looking at the neatly dressed woman not far away, with a high chest and a black grotesque staff piercing her temples .

The blood in the exile was a reminder to stay away from this woman.

- She is dangerous!

......

Nian stood on an empty sea, with a large amount of hot steam rising from her feet, as if she was being lifted up by clouds and mist.

Accompanied by the roar of metal, the body of the little tuanzilong suddenly grew bigger, elongated, and rose from the ground.

Amidst the continuous clanging sounds, huge tremors and teeth-piercing friction sounded abruptly, followed by countless mountain copper rising from the bottom of the sea-these things were once called Orichal Steel, but Only those who have really stepped into the sun house and are allowed to know the higher secrets will know that all the Oriha steel flows out of the body of the immortal.

In an even stranger history, these liquid metals have been used to record history itself, and they are called "joyful goose yellow".

The metal was shaped under the blazing fire, and the huge solar disc, which was so terrifying to all living beings, was cast out again, hanging above the sky, and the dim yellow sun shone from behind the dragon species.

Long Zong's majestic and cold face is full of beard and hair.

The molten golden pupils hang down, staring at the dust that seems to be here but not here.

Her voice sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu, with indescribable annoyance and anger.

"Why should I...wasting time on such an inferior creation as you?!"

277 Resurrection Diligently!

Over there, Snyder was considering whether to eat an orange to give himself a mental buff, or to directly reveal his identity and beg for mercy.

This year, he had already fought with Arcana, who studied various histories, and the mere confrontation at the metaphysical level affected the reality of the waking world.

"The temperature of the water is increasing," said Welding.

"Ah...?" Xing Tiao looked down at the sea surface suspiciously, the overwhelming shadows were spreading evenly on the sea, the sea water that had been torrential before had calmed down, and there was no sign of rising water temperature.

"Let someone from Apple try it." Apple wobbled and flew up from Xing's shoulder, staring at the sea.

The air is slightly distorted and transparent, probably because it is used for some invisible technique.

The moment its air straw really touched the sea water, the apple trembled and fell from the sky dizzily into Xing Mo's hands.

"The sea water...is hot, surprisingly hot." Apple struggled to speak.

That was the leak of the power of the year when it surpassed the blockade of the history students.

Her ability can even cause the collapse of the space and time levels. If it is not for finding the secret history of the history students, Nian is sure to completely evaporate these closed branches of the secret history within 5 minutes.

It is also thanks to the battle between Nian and Arcana that Arcana has no time to completely drag Wiltin and others into the tributary of history in the future.

But what really made her feel troublesome was the key hunter besides Nian.

……

On the endless sea, one person sits at the head and tail of the narrow sampan.

One of them was wearing a high-necked windbreaker, with messy black hair, fair skin, and dull eyes like dead fish eyes.

Another woman is wearing a black dress with the teachings of the Reshaping Hand tattooed on the edge of the fitted dress, looking mysterious and extraordinary.

This mature woman is tall and slender, her chest is raised high, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin, and the deep ravines are unobstructed. The black dress outlines her flat belly and thighs.

There seemed to be something flowing in Arcana's pupils, like a lake, and a strange star-shaped staff pierced her temple from left to right, flickering with her breathing.

Arcana stared at Li Lin's dead fish eyes, and smiled suddenly: "You grow faster than I thought..."

"Please don't say such things that will be misunderstood." Li Lin replied with staring dead fish eyes, and then his pupils dilated as if remembering something, "You are a..."

He remembered that when he was still in Vienna, there was an immortal who tried to spy on his privacy.

It's just that Li Lin can't remember his name.

The smile on Arcana's face froze, and then disappeared without a trace.

If she hadn't been observing Li Lin through various channels, she would have been angry.

And if you get angry, you will lose your mind, and if you lose your mind, you will be crushed by Li Lin's IQ.

Key Hunters seem to be able to produce all kinds of weird contamination on their targets through any channel - as long as they can communicate.

Whether you are the Universal One or the Immortal One.

"I'm Arcana, the former key hunter's husband." The behind-the-scenes mentor of the Reshaping Hand slightly bowed, "It's an honor to meet you here, an immortal who has broken free from his own history."

[Someone has arrived. 】

[The signs are obvious enough—the wounds of Zhushi are aching, the knot of time has become loose, and the words recorded in the books are dim.All signs indicate that a long-lived person is close at hand! 】

[An immortal who is curious about you has arrived! 】

Abstract symbols belonging to the code of secret history appeared on the table, and the white light disappeared without a trace. A dark pink card lay quietly on the table. A soft face pierced by a star-shaped thorn.

【Study of the Historians Arcana】

【She hasn't made any movements yet, just observing you. 】

"Is there a possibility," Li Lin replied, "You can speak normally without being so obsessed."

It is natural that this statement is not convincing at all when he is a psychopath.

After evaluating Alcana, Li Lin added maliciously: "You are such an old man, how can you talk like a second grader? I can't do it."

Anyway, Arcana didn't know how he usually spoke. Master Li didn't feel any pain in his back when he spoke while standing.

Arcana sighed, she finally understood what kind of pain the forget-me-not was usually enduring, this kind of pervasive feeling was really overwhelming.

The forget-me-not is using a ritual called [The Sorrow of the Night Watchman], and what he loses is the "knowledge" he holds, and the Night Watchman · Hitomi is a god who pursues knowledge without mercy. He was once Throw away your own pity and kindness, and become a midnight light and a herald of the approaching sun.

In other words, what the Night Watchman abandoned was the "shadow" he once possessed.

Contrary to many people's guesses, the glow represents light and also has a cruel meaning, while the shadow represents shelter in a sense. The light is in front of it and the shadow is behind it. In the long rest of the wall, this ritual can call the watch of the night watch, but it carries great danger. The forge of the day in the watch has cast a casual glance to destroy Kosiche across several worlds, and don't worry about it. This act of ecstasy is tantamount to jumping repeatedly on the verge of suicide.

The way for the supernatural beings and mystics to worship the night watchman is to open the door in the pupil with a knife.

Fortunately, I don't know exactly what happened. The night watchman's eyes only drifted across the surface of the world when he was awake, and did not really fall on the forget-me-not. His ritual was also successfully communicated to his mentor, and Arcana was able to Cast power from its own tributaries of history.

Master Li looked Alcana up and down, paused for a moment at the high part of her chest, and then showed disgust on his face.

Even oregano is not a woman.

Arcana, who didn't notice Li Lin's malicious gaze, sighed: "What made you choose to betray in the end, Mr. Abraham?"

The forget-me-not may have been influenced by some kind of force to ignore some key facts, but she is in the tributary of history, and she can see it very clearly. The hand of reshaping is actually not considered to be Li Lin and the exiles Difference.

"I understand that you have been appreciated by the immortals and the named ones in Mansu, and you have received the inheritance of the ancient ministers in Mansu. Mansu's destiny has blessed you, but you have trampled on important The good intentions of the plastic hand, now you even have to cooperate with the liquidator of this era to frame me... Abraham, Mr. Abraham, you don't pay me any respect, you don't regard us as friends, as important You don't even want to call me a mentor."

278 In what era are we still studying traditional history?

Li Lin was unmoved, Alcana's astonishing bust was like a breeze to him.

Seemingly realizing that moral kidnapping is completely useless to Li Lin, Arcana changed his way of telling the pros and cons: "You have already experienced the test of the night watchman, Tong Zhongfei, and now you should have your own thoughts, tell me, you Are you really willing to fill in another stone for the wall of Mansu, and become the angel of those ministers?"

"I don't want to either." Li Lin argued vigorously, "That group of old things gave too much trouble."

Old stuff... Arcana was taken aback.

Mainly because it was the first time she heard someone call Sichens that way.

Seeing Alcana's slightly stunned expression, Li Lin hit the iron hot: "Actually, I was forced. Those old wall lamps are heretics who advocate homosexuality as true love. They are proper LGBT elements."

So he said these are showing his favor?Arcana's expression was normal, but actually he had some other thoughts in his heart.

If it was an ordinary occultist and transcendent, she would not have the chance to take another look, but Li Lin was different—his identity was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

He was a key hunter who was destined to die in the mouth of his younger sister, but he suddenly became the apprentice of the most popular immortal. He was clearly cast at the door of the day forge, but he did not know when he became the inheritor of the ancient god Flint ...This, isn't this more like Si Chen than the "Si Chen" who is wearing a crown and a clown?

That is to say, Alcana doesn't read novels, otherwise he must gasp at this moment, saying that this child is so terrifying that he might have the appearance of a minister.

If Vertin has a reason to fight for, then Li Lin is the bargaining chip that must be held in his hand - the foundation has a "Si Chen", and their reshaping hand should also have a "Si Chen" of their own. .

"Mr. Abraham——" Arcana crossed her legs, her body leaned forward, and her pupils seemed to be filled with starlight, "but I still sincerely invite you to join us—even if you and the exiles gave us Such a deep betrayal, but I am still willing to give you a chance."

"Well said." Li Lin applauded to express that he was deeply moved, "But what I, Abraham, is best at is saying no to those self-righteous guys."

Arcana sighed with no expression on his face: "Mr. Abraham may have misunderstood our reshaping hand."

"Even a short stay at Walden Pond has not changed these thoughts - but we will have enough time to get to know them."

"Huh ↗?"

Li Lin chuckled lightly, his eyes turning sternly: "You don't think... I really don't have any backup plans, do you?"

After the words fell, Dead Fish's eyes suddenly became sharp, looking straight at Arcana like a blade.

The student of history smiled slightly: "I understand your style very well. You can make it more realistic."

"Grandma." A look of displeasure and frustration appeared on Li Lin's face.

Arcana, a student of history, did not pay attention to Li Lin's super promotion: "You represent flint... Why don't you be more angry? Then I can taste your unfair anger against the gods with peace of mind."

Li Lin squinted at her, and confronted Arcana: "Hello, I want to talk to you about our heavenly father and savior Cthulhu."

The immortal smiled indifferently: "But now you are not angry, and you can't say that you like it... Are you fearless, or do you let everything go? You are looking for an opportunity to change—at least from this point of view .”

Her pupils looked directly at Li Lin's dark eyes: "At least part of your blood and flesh, body and spirit belong to us."

Li Lin changed his posture: "...continue."

The expression on his face faded little by little, revealing a cynical indifference: "I hope you can really say something."

The atmosphere became tense in an instant, and the two sat on a small sampan and confronted each other.

"You and I are talking on an equal footing, so I won't force you in other ways." The long-lived secret history raised his eyebrows, put his hands on his knees and folded his fingers, "Your understanding of change and reshaping is biased—you didn't Did you find it? Whether you are facing the tide or other injustices in the world, you choose to ignore...but the pursuit of change has always flowed in your blood, just like us."

She stretched out her fingers and pointed at her temples, pulled out many black sticky threads from her temples, and pulled out the strange star-shaped staff from her temples bit by bit.

A black substance like a tide fell from between the rods, passed through her long-gloved palms, landed on the boat and the sea surface, and gradually diffused.

"The more you suppress it, the anger is like magma underground. How long can you suppress it?"

"The twins of Thirty Chen Zhonghai share a position. They have more advantages than other Si Chen, but Xindan does not have this position, which is very strange. As a Si Chen, how could he not have his own altar? ? What has He prepared in this heavy history?"

Arcana's topic changed instantly, and her eyes no longer had the calmness before. If it was a peaceful Walden Pond before, her eyes now look like the Cape of Storms.

"What history is this?" Li Lin asked suddenly.

There is a strange setting in the esoteric world, that is, there are multiple histories - Dr. Natalia Long of the British Defense Agency once proposed a conjecture paper on multiple histories, which was despised and satirized in the academic circles, but The real irony is that Silent Bookstore, which masters the printing and circulation of the secret classics of the mysterious world, attaches great importance to it.

Because multiple histories exist.

The farther forward, the more obscure the beginnings of histories, and their origins vary. The history of the West originated in "Eden" - that is, the woodland.This is why the theory of the origin of woodland is popular in academia.

As for the ancient history of the East, it originated from Fuxi and Nuwa, who "opened the sky with one painting". Nuwa is the red cup, while Fuxi is the thunderous skin.

An arrow might have hit King Huan of Zhou or Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. Poland’s King Sword might have killed the Sultan from the Ottoman Empire, or it might have been delivered to the head of state’s desk when he was divided between Germany and the Soviet Union. , a gold-plated clock, may have been stolen when the Louvre burned down, or may still be placed safely in a noble cemetery in Rome.

The reason why history is multiple is because Si Chen made a verdict on some key points of disagreement.

For example, Alexander the Great never killed Darius III, and the Persian Empire never fell.

For example, Constantine XI received the apocalypse, killed all the way from Constantinople to the Ottoman army tent, and captured the Ottoman sultan and prime minister alive.