Chapter 58: Ancestor of Man
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Time passes in the pit without knowing it.
The temporary underground cave is located near an ancient tree and is not easy to find. It is covered by a spell and is covered with dense dead branches and leaves.
In the pit.
Luke sighed, "I wonder how far the opening ceremony has progressed."
Previously, he had only sent two words: [Please help].
The picture is of myself in the pit.
A cluster of dark fire shot out from the tip of the feather pen to illuminate it, and asked about the celebration day: "Is your promotional method sure to be effective?"
Luke: "At least 60% chance."
The most powerful thing about soft advertising is that consumers often don’t even realize that they have established a certain shopping intention. The initial desire to buy will be further increased as you try to find the same item.
His eyes were blazing: "Don't underestimate the bond between celebrity and the ability to bring goods."
“……”Speak nicely.
Luke was indeed quite confident about this matter.
For example, after the Spring Festival Gala, the song and dance skit was not popular, but XX's same coat became a hot topic, or during the live broadcast of celebrities, they casually took out lipsticks and food... and in the end, even rubber bands were the same.
He had done some research beforehand and found that the average duration of the speeches at the celebration ceremonies in previous years was one hour and forty minutes. The sudden appearance of something eye-catching was definitely enough to be a memorable moment.
The quill's other, unlit hand suddenly reached out to him.
In the dim firelight, the shape of this hand was particularly beautiful.
Luke's DNA for wording and sentence construction moved: "These are a pair of well-defined and well-proportioned hands, with long knuckles and curves of the phalanges that are difficult to replicate."
Quill was immune to this, staring into his eyes without moving.
"The pupils are red, with the power of chasing fire, and can see through illusions."
Lujia opened his mouth and said, "Birds of a feather flock together."
However, there was no joking in the slightest. After saying this, Feather Pen stretched out his hand and wiped it in front of his eyes. Seeing that he did not respond, he murmured: "As expected."
When Luke was confused, Quill said, "Look down."
The moment he lowered his head, the sharp sword blade reflected sharp eye stripes.
When Luke saw it, he was shocked.
"Why do I have pink eye?"
After being baptized in the blood pool, the deep part of his pupils began to turn red, but it was not very obvious. Now both of his eyes have turned red, like a rabbit.
Quill shook his head: "Magicians above level 10 have the opportunity to further stimulate the potential of their organs. Delusion Breaking is one of them. It can easily help magicians see through illusions and even find flaws in the enemy's moves."
He had performed the illusion earlier just to test this point.
What is certain is that Luka’s strength has not changed due to the power relationship. He is now at most a ninth-level magician.
Adding the emission of truth, you can go up half a step at most.
Evolved?
After the initial surprise, Luke thought about it and had some guesses in his mind. On the one hand, it may be related to the atavism of ancestral blood, on the other hand... He looked at the sword carefully for the first time.
The previous light obscured many details. A closer look revealed that the sword in the history book actually had a gap, and there were faint cracks on the blade. The gaps were filled with some turbid color, similar to rust.
"You may not believe this, but the sword was dancing towards me on its own, and I couldn't push it back."
He spread out his palms.
Due to the great force he exerted, there was now an obvious hilt shape on the palm of his hand, which was enough to prove his posture at the time.
Quill stared at it, speechless.
When listening to Luke's vivid description of the sword's will telling him to run fast, Quill's expression moved slightly as he thought of something.
The First Magic Academy is not short of geniuses. The biggest difference between Luke and others is that he is an outsider. The sword seems to be very disgusted with this academy.
"I tried to communicate again afterwards, but unfortunately..." The sword has not yet developed a complete spiritual intelligence and can only vaguely convey some information.
Luke changed the subject: "So I'm going to try to enter its dream."
I dream at night, and I can always find the information I want in my dreams.
"???"
This is a sword.
Lujia turned around and held the sword with both hands, gently instilling chicken soup into the lifeless sword: "Look, no one believes in you, so you must strive for excellence."
While waiting for rescue, a hundred soul-stirring stories were told.
Feather Pen felt a headache after hearing this, and emphasized seriously again: "Its weak consciousness is no different from that of a baby."
They are not fully developed yet, have no language ability, and are unable to describe what they perceive.
Luke made a gesture to keep quiet: "Shh, I'm doing prenatal education."
“…”
Outside, both areas were blocked.
All teachers received instructions to immediately confirm the current whereabouts of their students and compile a list of students in quarantine, even reporting on some students who were held back. The teacher himself also has to explain his previous whereabouts. The professor of the discipline department leads the department members to personally investigate all people on campus who may have pulled out the Philosopher's Sword.
The campus area, which was once something to be boasted about, has become an obstacle to finding people.
Unfortunately, today is a visiting day, and even though it is the First Magic Academy, it is impossible to offend all visitors at once and question them all.
"The aura of the Sage's Sword is so obvious, how is it possible that we can't find it?" The professor from the Discipline Department frowned.
"Maybe they used some special method to block their aura." The subordinate hesitated and said, "Vice President Yuke just sent a message, expressing his dissatisfaction with our high-profile search."
There are eight vice-presidents in the academy, and behind them stand the Holy Court, the nobility, the military, businessmen, professors from different factions, etc.
Different interests, different ideas
The professor of the discipline department came from the Holy Court. At this moment, he had a gloomy face and a serious expression.
The student council president next to him suddenly said: "Professor, the most dangerous place is the safest place."
He cited the places near the statue, the auditorium with the most people, and the place where the academy’s treasures were hidden as examples.
Everyone suddenly felt enlightened.
The patrol team was immediately divided into three groups. The student council president watched the others walk away and said to the people following behind, "Let's go. I suddenly thought of a place where we can hide."
In the distant sky, a new type of magic machine was being demonstrated, which meant the speech was over and the weapons display phase had begun. The rumbling sound covered up other sounds.
At the bottom of the pit, Luke, who was about to use the pit as a bed, suddenly became alert: "Someone is coming."
"Dragonmono Haneka Elf."
"Jia Elf...are you there? Konggu Youyou asked me to pick you up."
There were low shouts coming from outside, over and over again.
Luke: ...
Friendly forces!
He stuck his head out and saw a student walking towards him with two others.
The student council president was initially surprised by this secret code, but he didn't expect it to actually work.
"Quick, put on the discipline department badge and I'll take you out."
Time was tight, as he had to come back later to hypnotize the fainted student.
Luke and Quill didn't waste any time, temporarily hiding the unconscious student in the pit and following him directly through the trail.
The student council president walked quickly while briefly introducing himself and the current situation. "Be careful. The Discipline Department has the backing of the Holy Court. For some reason, they are particularly determined to find the swordsman."
Luka glanced at the badge and said, "Aren't you also from the Discipline Department?"
"That was a long time ago." The student council president shook his head. "Just now, when I was speaking on stage as a student representative, the saint asked me if I was willing to do him a small favor. Since then, I am no longer in the discipline department."
“…”
The student council president's power in the magic academy is second only to that of the teachers. Under his arrangement, Luke and Quill successfully left through a path away from the Fortress of Light.
As soon as he went out, Lujia directly used the space scroll to teleport away from the First Magic Academy.
The space scroll could not clearly identify the teleportation point, and the concealing spell could only block the detection of some magicians. On the way back, they still had to avoid being seen.
"I'm going to kill this sword when I get back!" Luka said viciously.
There is everything in dreams.
The quill said faintly, "It's still an embryo."
This time it was Luke who was speechless.
After a lot of hiding, it was already afternoon when we returned to the guild hall.
With his head covered in snow, Luke made sure that there was no one watching around the guild hall except the guards at the door. He rubbed his hands and looked at the Sage's Sword carefully.
The quill sneered at the idea of dreaming, but was also offering advice.
"If you want to increase your chances of success, you must first sign a contract with this sword."
Signing a contract with an unknown sword is risky. Fortunately, he and Luke also have a blood pact, so they can hedge the risks.
Luke thought of this and decided to give it a try, and he was only going to try it once.
At this moment, a clear sword sound suddenly erupted, and the Sage's Sword lay flat in the air amid the buzzing sound.
Lu Dou'e: "Now you know how proactive it is."
Feather pen: “…”
After the luster faded, the gaps and cracks on the sword became more obvious, and the feather pen said "strange".
These traces seem to be left over from different years, but they do not affect the contract and may even make the contract process simpler.
Luke never hesitated, he would cast a spell as soon as he stroked his palm.
At this moment, the long sword rolled over.
The sound of the sword was more urgent than before.
Luke was prepared for this and took a step back in time. If anything unexpected happened, he would stop immediately.
The few drops of blood that flowed from the palm of his hand did not fall to the ground. The buzzing sound of the sword seemed to linger in the air for three days, and the blood beads split into millions of tiny anti-gravity particles in the buzzing sound.
At first, Luke didn't understand the situation, until he felt the two sides establishing a connection, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Could it be that the sword is chanting a spell, with the sword making sounds of varying pitches?
Paper and pen appeared in the hand of the quill pen, and he recorded the process with rare interest.
Luke: ...Is now the time for research? !
A beam of light descended from the sky, covering most of his body.
Countless connection points were established on the sword, and the other end was naturally connected to Luke.
Despite the barriers set up in advance, the bright light like flames still illuminated the entire room.
In the firelight, a young man with bloodshot eyes and black hair stood with a sword in his hand.
Feather Pen silently paused his research and used the shadow camera to record Luke's image at the moment.
"It's done."
Lujia's body shook, and the smooth process reminded him of a saying: All those who admit easily but expel strictly are scams.
His energy was greatly depleted in a short period of time, so he bit his tongue to concentrate his attention. He decided to make a concerted effort and was ready to perform the dream-entering technique right after the contract was completed.
The sound of swords continued.
Luke frowned. Could it be that this sword wanted to reappear in his dream?
Where is the baby-like consciousness you promised?
The quill methodically records data.
"The Sword of the Sage has gathered a great deal of faith from the human race. The faith in your body can just feed back to it, but I suggest you chant the spell."
Luke certainly knew this.
Without sufficient suppression, this sword will sooner or later fall on your head.
He groaned, "***!"
The Sword of the Sage was not to be outdone.
Buzz buzz buzz!
“Kuuuuuu!”
Buzz buzz buzz!
Feather pen: “…”
Lujia sneered, you forced me to do this, he sank his breath into his dantian: "Buzz!"
Sword of the Sage: “?”
While it was stunned by his buzzing, Luka immediately and continuously performed the dream-entering technique. The previous Lion's Roar Technique was also very exhausting. This time, the Sage's Sword finally stopped resisting, and the sword energy disappeared as if it had entered a dormant state.
After sensing a certain opportunity, Luke closed his eyes and fell asleep.
chaos.
It was very chaotic, much more chaotic than the last time I had a dream about the devil.
Flowers grew on the pillars, the sky was so low that it was almost level with the buildings, and all the layers seemed to be twisted into a ball.
Just as the feather pen said, the sword of the wise man is very confused about the external objects that he perceives.
Faintly he heard a buzzing sound again, and various mottled colors were intertwined to the extreme, and the picture became somewhat clearer.
Luke identified the surrounding geographical environment. The corpses everywhere, the withered mountains and rivers, and the defenseless human tragedy immediately made him alert.
There was a strong stench of decay in the air.
A fierce battle is breaking out in the distance. High in the sky, a blurry figure raised his hand and made a wave, and flames spurted out from the cracks in space. The extreme low temperature was dissipated by the thermal power.
Luke looked far away and recognized the long sword in the figure's hand.
——Sword of the Sage.
The moment the name of the sword was spoken unconsciously, it was like becoming a VIP member, and the image quality was improved again.
I saw the woman in the air with half of her armor stained with blood, her arms were boned, and her blood had frozen into ice chips in the low temperature. However, she was full of fighting spirit, with the tip of her sword pointing straight ahead.
Looking in the direction of the sword, there was a strange translucent giant tree, with its roots squirming wildly in the air.
The woman was injured and the tree wasn't in much better condition.
Some branches were ignited by the sword energy, and after burning, a foul smell filled the air. Lujia, standing as a bystander, could smell the stench of corpses across endless time and space.
The red flames and the terrifying ice collided, and the battle lasted for a long time.
In a war of this magnitude, Luke gradually lost his sense of time. After an unknown amount of time, peace finally returned to the world.
The picture became blurry again, the scene changed, and the outline of the hall could be vaguely seen.
The woman broke off a bone and inserted it into the evil tree that was blocked by chains.
Then, she faced the soldiers who followed her in the hall, and her penetrating voice echoed in the hall:
"Use my bones to suppress the monsters."
"Establish a holy court, supervised by saints and priests for generations."
"My sword will be sent to the First School of Magic. In the future, there will be someone who will carry out our will and slay the evil creature once and for all."
Luke wanted to see it more clearly, but unfortunately, except for the sound, the picture was already a blur.
All the figures, including the woman, condensed into a black dot and disappeared along with the hall.
Time passes and the world changes.
The oath, mountains, rivers and starry sky were gradually replaced by the shade of trees, teaching buildings and the sound of reading.
This is an era that has been going on for who knows how many epochs.
Luke recognized the new scene at a glance: the First Magic Academy.
The woman had disappeared long ago, leaving only a sword stuck alone under the statue.
A man in a white robe stained with blood rushed over: "The evil creature has broken free from the seal, we need your help!"
The Sage's Sword remained indifferent.
At this moment, Lujia was in sync with the sword and actually felt the breath of the tree from the person who was calling for help.
The man pleaded for a long time, but when he realized it was useless, his face, which was previously filled with fear and tears, suddenly became expressionless.
Over the next period of time, more and more people with the same aura tried to pull it out, but after repeated failures, they realized that deception was useless.
"It's really hard to deal with. If it doesn't work, I'll find a way to destroy it."
"The sword of the ancestor of mankind is a divine weapon, how can it be destroyed?"
"After so many years, the divine weapon is not invincible. Let's first find a way to disperse the will concentrated in it."
Force, spells, and even high-level corrosive potions... they can always be useful.
History can be distorted and tampered with artificially over time.
The Holy See betrayed, and since some time ago, everyone has been praising the power and holiness of the Tree of Life, and discussing how a drop of life fluid was sold at a sky-high price at an auction.
The Holy Court is the only dominant power and has established supreme authority.
Looking from the perspective of the Sage's Sword, Luke could clearly feel its astonishment, confusion, anger and... grievance.
Luke couldn't help but sigh.
Suddenly, he saw himself from the other person's perspective.
I walked towards the Astronomy Tower, and heard a voice complaining on the deserted tree-lined path: "This thing shouldn't be as poisonous as the Life Liquid, right?"
When he mentioned the life fluid, the contempt in his tone could not be hidden.
Through the keen perception of the Sage's Sword, Luka sensed some demonic energy in himself.
boom!
The picture stopped abruptly.
A ray of red flame bloomed in his mind, and in the center of the flame was the vague yet firm will of the Sage's Sword:
Dancing with the devil, with my heart towards light, if I turn into a devil, who dares to stop me?
If the whole world is deceived, then we will rebel against the whole world together.
Luke: “…”
?
friend.
This is my new account. I’m less than 20 years old. Don’t bother with me.
The second-year student's words dispersed the consciousness in the dream, and this "daydream" seemed to have lasted for a long time. When Luke woke up, he found that the hand of the mechanical clock on the wall had moved less than one tick.
Quill observed Luke's expression from the side.
Unlike the cold sweat he showed after the last dream, the latter's expression now is very complicated. There was a constant swirl of red flames around the Sage's Sword, and no one knew what was burning.
Luke was still trying to alleviate the side effects of falling asleep, pressing gently on his temples.
Recalling the career of the Sage Sword: from the betrayal and torture of the Holy See, to waiting for countless years for a turning point, and finally preferring to become a demon to restore order to the world.
He possesses almost all the qualities of a male protagonist in early online novels.
"The Tree of Life is a demon, bah, an evil thing," Luke said to the quill after a pause, "The ancestors of mankind sealed it in the Holy Court, and it was supervised by the saints and priests for generations. Unfortunately, the Holy Court rebelled later."
There was only a hint of emotion in his tone throughout, but not much surprise.
There are so many things that deteriorate over time, and complex human emotions often have the shortest shelf life among them.
"The Demon King must have discovered something, which is why he mocked the name of the Tree of Life."
Luke said this while unconsciously covering his eyes with his hands.
The devil's blood-red eyes seemed to be able to see through phenomena to the essence of the tree of life. I wonder to what extent my own blood-red eyes, after returning to their ancestral state, can see through.
In short, this conjunctivitis was not in vain!
When I looked up, I found that Quill was very calm.
"You don't seem very surprised."
Just because the fruit is poisonous doesn’t mean the plant is poisonous, and just because there’s something wrong with the life fluid doesn’t mean the tree of life is the same.
Quill: "Most higher life forms have temperature."
They are infectious and have all kinds of emotions.
Something as extremely cold as the Tree of Life is obviously abnormal. Moreover, even the tree of wisdom has entered its decline period, but it is still standing firmly. An old man who refuses to die is a thief.
Luke breathed, "This must be reported to the Saint as soon as possible."
The good news is that the ancestor of mankind has laid the foundation, and the tree of life probably hasn’t recovered yet, otherwise it would have caused a huge uproar.
The bad news is that the ancestor of mankind could only temporarily seal the Tree of Life at the cost of being seriously injured. This thing must be very difficult to kill.
Buzz.
The Sage's Sword began to ring continuously again.
Luke had a headache. The saint had been in the Holy Court, and the Sword of the Sage had always been prejudiced against him.
This is very troublesome. I am still cooperating with the saint, and future contacts may intensify the resistance of the Sage's Sword.
Quill glanced at the hilt of the sword with a domineering temperament and said, "Birthplace is not everything."
The Sword of the Sage does not believe.
"Your current master's mother is a saint."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Luke and the Sage's Sword were both stunned.
Quill said calmly: "Don't be surprised."
Looking at it from another angle, if the Holy Court staged an ethical tragedy of mother and son killing each other, wouldn't the Sword of the Sage be a beautiful death?
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Luke's Diary Guide:
The terminal is on the market and is ready to move to a community home, and needs moving expenses.
…
Where are the people? Why no one came today!
Dragon Clan: We are building infrastructure in areas with remote signal connections.
Alex: You are in charge of the money, so I can't give you any gift money.
Elven Tribe: We wrote a song for you.
Saint: Money is too vulgar. Since you can make friends with the Elf King, it must be a poetic thing. Let's play a game of chess.
Princess Alec, Princess Mary and others: accompanied by a hundred assassins.
Sword of the Sage: Why ask if you want to? They are trespassing by reading your diary. Boy, take me! Kill him and turn the world upside down.
Luke: ...
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According to the law of novels, the excitement is always in the next chapter. Yes, the next chapter will begin to describe the heat of the terminal.
Thank you for your typos and bugs. I will fix them if I see them~[kiss][kiss]
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