Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 528 A friend comes from afar (4k+)

"Clang, clang, clang..."

As Perseus stepped into the chapel, he happened to kick a tin wine jug that had fallen to the ground. The sharp noise of metal rubbing against the granite floor echoed in the empty chapel for a long time, and was particularly harsh.

The wine jug slid past the dirty rags and various food residues that had long been rotten and infested with maggots on the ground, and finally hit the wall on one side of the hall.

At this time, Calliope and several other maids folded their hands and lowered their heads, standing tremblingly in front of the wall. They seemed to be frightened by the words on the wall. They dared not speak or exchange glances with each other.

The sunlight hit the wall, and the eye-catching pattern was the first thing that caught Perseus's eye.

The picture has no logic and it doesn't look like it was drawn by one person, but the combination of several patterns has a strange beauty.

In the lower left corner of the wall, a baby is lying next to his starving mother and eating her flesh.

Next to this painting is a group of old people taking off their clothes and dancing on their backs around a fire, holding hands.

Above the two patterns is a painting of a restaurant-like room, in which a group of wild beasts are sitting at the dining table and ordering dishes elegantly, imitating the way humans do. In the kitchen behind the wild beasts, hanging on the meat racks are naked human corpses.

What made Perseus feel the coldest was a deformed giant with a naked upper body and an unshaven beard. He was squatting in the upper right corner of the picture, looking down at everything with a sneer.

As he walked forward while looking at the painting of Perseus, he didn't care at all about the smelly filth on the ground, even if it would stick to his exquisite sandals after he stepped on it.

"He has appeared. He will eventually return to the place of his birth to take revenge on all existence!"

The huge yellow-brown words were abruptly smeared next to the giant, like some kind of omen, or like a naked warning ultimatum.

Even though the sunlight from the roof made the room warm, Perseus still broke out in a cold sweat.

He even felt that the giant in the picture was turning his gaze towards him. This might not be an illusion. His ancestors had once been the greatest mystics, and many of them even possessed powers comparable to those of gods.

"Lord Perseus, the graffiti above looks like it was smeared with feces by our ancestors. Should we clean it up first..."

Calliope asked, stammering.

"Keep it."

The maid was interrupted by Perseus rudely waving his hand when she was halfway through her words:

"Now is not the time to worry about these trivial matters. Hurry up and find some paper and pen and copy down everything on the wall."

Maids are not only good at cleaning rooms, but these girls aged fifteen or sixteen are also the smartest girls in the entire city. Only after going through layers of selection can they get this glorious job.

After saying this, Perseus ignored Calliope and walked straight over the messy debris on the ground to the balcony at the end of the chapel.

There was only a huge brass clock on the wide balcony. The invasion of time had left mottled marks on it. When Perseus touched its surface with his hand, he could still feel the ancient inscriptions on it.

Every time the echo bell rings, it indicates that something big is coming.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

As the judge pulled the thick rope under the echo bell, the deep and loud bell sounded throughout the island, and the seabirds that had landed on the roof of the temple were also startled by the bell.

They flapped their wings and circled over the island. Their restless chirping merged with the sound of the bells. A great upheaval that could change the history of the island seemed to be brewing.

Half an hour later, dozens of judges gathered in the circular hall of the Hidden Island.

Everyone had already changed into exquisite ceremonial robes. The robes were white, and the shoulders were decorated with gold emblems that showed their status.

Anxiety was clearly written on the faces of these consuls and magistrates. Everyone seemed to have lost their usual composure. Some paced back and forth at the door of the hall with their heads down, while others sought out close colleagues to exchange views.

The bell rang again! Something big must have happened. Today is the day for worshipping ancestors. Could something have gone wrong with the ancestors?

Perseus entered with his maids. He glanced at Calliope beside him, and the maids quickly distributed the paintings in their hands to the adults in the meeting room for circulation.

Some people frowned and remained silent after seeing the paintings. Some younger ones turned pale and sat down on the chairs next to them.

"Everyone, you have already seen the reason for the ringing of the bell. The painting and the text next to it are now left on the wall of the temple chapel. If anyone has doubts about this, or wants to find other clues, you can go and take a look yourself."

Perseus' voice was steady. He was the first witness besides the maid. After half an hour of reflection, he had completely calmed down.

"Whether it's paintings or texts, they are all left by our ancestors, there is no doubt about that, and what they mean is the topic we are discussing today."

"We need to find our ancestors and ask them for clarification. Let's go now!"

As soon as Perseus finished speaking, someone immediately stood up and responded. The speaker was thin, with a prominent hooked nose and a pair of slender and deep eyes. It was Archon Andreas.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately responded enthusiastically:
"That's right. Since it's a message left by our ancestors, let's ask them for clarification."

"I guess the "He" our ancestors mentioned must be the consciousness that destroyed Mu Continent. He is the god we created with our own hands!"

"I've felt something was wrong for a long time. Someone always breaks into my brain and steals parts of my memories and dreams. Tell me, have you had this experience too?"

There are those who support it, and there are those who oppose it. At this time, an old man sitting in the shadows slowly spoke:
"Alarming our ancestors and breaking our oath, do you know what that means?"

The old man is over 80 years old. He was pushed out from the corner by his students in a wooden wheelchair. Although his hair has turned gray and his body is skinny, he is still in good spirits and his eyes sparkle with wisdom.

Christos is a famous elder of the Hidden Island. Although the residents of the island all master powerful forbidden spells, these spells do not include eternal life.

When it comes to birth, aging, sickness and death, the islanders still follow common sense, and they treat their elders with more respect. Everyone knows that the valuable experience accumulated over time will definitely help everyone get through the difficulties.

As soon as the word "oath" came out, everyone who had supported Andreas immediately shut up.

The so-called oath is the agreement made between the islanders and their ancestors tens of millions of years ago. The so-called ancestors are the high-level priests of the Mu Continent Kingdom tens of millions of years ago.

These people led the awakening of consciousness, but subsequently failed. Most of the sacrifices sank along with Mu Continent and disappeared into the dust of history.

But a small number of priests escaped. Under the influence of the consciousness, these people became crazy and their bodies became deformed, and they gained eternal life.

However, the brains of these people are a treasure trove. The people of Mu Continent, who live in misery, worship the priests and respect and fear them.

Fortunately, these crazy ancestors have lost the civilized consciousness that humans should have for most of the time, and they are guarded in the temple like wild beasts.

Only at certain times of the year will the ancestors be released and moved to the temple inside the cliff to move freely.

During that time, they also had a special mission, which was to calculate the name of God for the islanders!
"We have lived on this land for millions of years, reproduced countless generations, and enjoyed a rich and comfortable life." Christos' voice was not loud but every word was clear. Everyone lowered their heads and listened to the elder's reprimand.

"When I was very young, I heard many stories from the elders on the island. There was a society of women who studied forbidden knowledge and left the island. They claimed that they would find a way to leave this world.

At that time, we rang the echo bells, but we did not disturb our ancestors.

Some people also said that they had established a connection with a certain god, who promised to end the chaos in the world.

At that time, we rang the echo bells, but we did not disturb our ancestors.

Think about it, why do we do this? "

The old man's voice was not loud but deafening. Even Andreas shut his mouth, but his eyes were uncertain, as if he was looking for an angle to fight back.

"That's because we want to take our destiny firmly into our own hands! Don't pay attention to those empty promises!"

The old man suddenly raised his voice and clenched his fists:
"Searching for the name of God is our destiny. It is the fruit of our wisdom that has been striving for thousands of years. Now... we are about to reap the fruits of victory!
Can we risk the wrath of our ancestors by breaking the contract? Can we? "

Faced with the old man's questioning, no one dared to answer, and no one even dared to look him in the eye.

"Of course, I also know that now is a critical moment, and the warnings of our ancestors cannot be ignored."

"That's what I mean, Lord Christos! That consciousness has already destroyed Mu Continent. Now we can't just watch it destroy the Hidden World Island again!"

Andreas finally spoke.

At the beginning, the priests of Mu Continent studied forbidden spells and created conscious entities, but in fact, the islanders had guessed that there was more than one conscious entity!
This is in line with the research process of alchemy. No one will put all their eggs in one basket. In the process of awakening the consciousness, the priests must use different sacrificial materials for cross-deduction.

After the sinking of Mu Continent, the islanders also found clues from the ancient books and documents left behind that there was more than one consciousness.

For a long time, the return of the lost consciousness has been a sword hanging over the head of the Hidden World Island. Today, the ancestors suddenly issued a warning. What does that mean... should be self-evident.

"Even if you ask the ancestors now, can you get a satisfactory answer?"

Christos asked calmly.

"This one……"

Andreas was not sure at all. The ancestors had already gone mad and could not even be called human beings. It was rare for them to leave warnings on the walls. He asked them to explain the cause and effect and give a feasible solution...

This... is almost impossible.

"Now that it has happened, we can't panic."

This sentence finally convinced everyone in the conference room, and everyone nodded slightly in agreement.

Calculating the name of God and guarding against the sudden emergence of consciousness are two major tasks on the Hidden World Island. Now that the crisis has already broken out, we cannot lose sight of one while focusing on the other. In order to resolve the consciousness, we should not let the other fail.

“Since our ancestors have warned us that He will come back for revenge, we should be on high alert. There must be outsiders landing on the island in the near future.

Then we will find Him, restrict Him, or even destroy Him."

As if the impassioned speech just now had exhausted all of Christos's energy, the old man sitting on the chair slowly closed his eyes and dozed off.

“If everyone has no other objections, then we will follow Lord Christos’s instructions, each doing our own job, and strive to figure out the name of the god as soon as possible.

Andreas, how is things going on your end?"

Perseus made the final decision. What he asked Andreas at this time was the progress of the work on speculating on the "name of God".

Gods also have their own names, which contain the original power from when they were born.

By knowing the true names of the gods, they have the means to fight against them. This is the second strategy the islanders found from the ancient books left behind.

Find the name of the Virgin Mary and stop the world from restarting.

But the whole task was not easy, and the reason was very simple, that was the lack of most ancient books and historical documents, which forced the islanders to complete the work halfway and then hand it over to their ancestors.

"Perseus, just like before, we are still advancing slowly. Without those key character rubbings, we cannot infer the specific meaning and disassemble it."

The process of deducing the name of the god is like deciphering a code, but the lack of the key code book makes everything difficult. Now the islanders are still using the most primitive exhaustive method.

"Okay, I understand. It's a critical moment now. Go get busy."

After dozens of generations of accumulation, even exhaustive efforts have reached the critical point of complete deciphering. Perseus only hopes to speed up the progress. After all, the next restart is just around the corner, and no one can guarantee that the power of the Virgin Mary will not extend into the Lost Sea this time.

What I have to do is to escort Andreas and others. Since the consciousness is about to come back, I will be ready.

Thinking of this, Perseus took a deep breath and looked up at the blue sky in the distance.

……

Above the Lost Sea, the Dog Riding Rabbit is still moving forward along the preset route.

Millie Tang sat in the conference room, holding various measuring tools and constantly gesturing on the map. Now the "Dog Riding Rabbit" should be not far from the Hidden Island.

The only thing that worried her was that there was a relatively empty sea area in between. If she wanted to land from the north side of the Hidden World Island, she would have to pass through this sea area.

According to Lindbergh and Peleus' analysis, there are probably islands in this sea area, and if there are islands, there are probably reefs. If they go around...

"Miss Millie Tang! Miss Millie Tang!"

Kogan's rash voice came from outside the cabin. Milly Tang pinched her brows:
"What happened?"

"If you have time, you can come out and see what we have salvaged from the sea."

Things salvaged from the sea? Millie Tang quickly packed up the map and left the cabin. At this time, four or five crew members had gathered on the deck, and in the middle of them were several large wooden boards.

Korgan squatted on the ground and pointed to Millitan at the edge of a wooden board, where there was a line of small hand-carved cursive characters.

"Coral Swordfish".

(End of this chapter)