Assassination career from full level

There is no sun underground.

Ingram didn't know how long it had been since he had seen the sun. The surrounding area was filled with cold and humid air, smelling of old paper, and an unknown strange smell. The floor was covered with stacks of books that were taller than stacks. , The room was narrow and dark. Ingram raised his head dimly, groping for something in the darkness. When his hand touched a stone, the surroundings suddenly lit up.

Ingram felt as though he had had a nostalgic dream, but he couldn't remember what it was.

This should be a place similar to a secret room. The area of ​​the room is less than ten square meters. It is surrounded by dark and smooth walls. It is impossible to see what kind of material it is. There are some magic patterns densely painted on it. At this time, the magic patterns are drawn. Lighted up, and the white light illuminated the entire room. Ingram looked around, only to realize that he had fallen asleep lying on the table, and the book under him was a little wrinkled, as if The traces after soaking in water and drying.

For this strange water mark, Ingram has no special doubts, because this kind of thing happened to him before—or ten years ago, he always regarded it as an unsolved mystery, until one day he found himself Drooling while sleeping.

However, since I woke up, it seems that such a thing has not happened. I thought that the problem of drooling in sleep will be fine after I grow up, but now it seems that it is still the same as before.

While thinking casually, Ingram closed the book. This is the last book in this secret room. Ingram originally thought that the book could solve all his problems for him. After all, it is the wisdom of human beings for thousands of years. crystallization, but now Ingram finds that these books are useless, because there is no record in these books of what he is going to do, or he thinks it is impossible-it seems that not only the denial of the principle of creation will Human wisdom cannot reach the root of the saying that the lost things are recovered.

Although according to Xiao Yao, as long as he touches the root, to be precise, it symbolizes the root of the soul, the tenth essence is enough, but Ingram can't find any record of touching the root, or , There used to be such a record, but it was artificially destroyed for some inexplicable reasons.This kind of man-made destruction was faintly noticed when Ingram was reading books when he was young, such as some unnatural discontinuities in the narrative, blurred sentences, and inconsistent statements, but the books themselves were not destroyed. There is no trace of magic being used, as if the book was meant to be.Ingram originally hoped that the collection of books in the Baroque chamber could escape, but now it seems that they have been poisoned.

But that's okay.

Even if the key parts are erased, the path and method to reach the root are similar, just like the consequences can be deduced from the antecedent, as long as the laws of these distorted books are summed up, the path to the root can be found. Method—this is not a difficult task for Ingram, rather, these traces that have been obviously altered in his opinion have become the goal and clues leading to the truth.

"So tired..." Ingram leaned back on the table and complained in a coquettish tone: "Jill, Ingram is so tired."

In the corner of the room, there is a transparent glass cube, just like the coffin that Ingram climbed out of a few months ago, and a black-haired youth is soaked in the light green liquid.

Of course it was impossible for Jill to answer him. He lay quietly in the glass box as if he was sleeping, reminiscent of a white dolphin kept in a narrow fish tank.

When Ingram was thinking about preserving Jill's body, he thought of the square glass box. Since he had been lying half-dead in it for ten years, it was fine, so it must also be used to preserve Jill's body, so Ingram simply went back. He ransacked Kartag again. Although this kind of behavior was basically confessing his intentions to his father, he was not good at considering these things, so he naturally couldn't think of this level, not to mention that all he could think about now was To touch the root and bring back Jill's soul, I am afraid that even considering what the Pope will do, he will do it without hesitation.

Ingram's brain is not normal. He has never seen other people in his eyes since before. Although he firmly believes that he is a human being, he has never regarded human beings as his own kind. The demon reminds him that sooner or later he will come to the point of touching the root by sacrificing human beings. For him, only Jill is important, and only Jill is the only one. It doesn't matter what other people do. Whether the world is destroyed or not It has nothing to do with him either.

Ingram got up, leaned on the transparent glass box, rested his head on his arm, and just looked at Jill's face quietly.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the dream he had just had. He dreamed that a long time ago, he and Jill slept together in the basement of a dark church. Jill was only a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, He casually held Ingram in his arms, and soon fell asleep, but Ingram was lying on the bed he was familiar with, but his heart was beating fast, and he kept his eyes open all night, looking at this man who was close at hand. boy's face.

Are other people so warm?

Ingram sniffled and his eyes were red, but he didn't cry. He made up his mind that the next day he cried was the day Jill hugged him again.

"Brother, what is this?"

A black-haired child climbed onto the back of a young man and looked curiously at the small bottle in the young man's hand with blue eyes. It was a transparent glass bottle with a white transparent ball of light in it.

"This? This should be considered a soul, right? Although it is a man-made soul, it looks quite perfect. Putting it on a human body might really revive a human being." The young man with long red hair was a little amazed. The tone said that the young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his figure was a bit thin. Although he looked like a human being, his skin was terribly pale, like a dead person.

"Then, are those all souls?"

Following the finger of the black-haired child, one could see a wall, which seemed to be cut from a part of a tall temple, densely filled with countless small bottles like this, all the small bottles There is a white transparent light ball, like a small light bulb. From a distance, this wall is like a huge lamp, emitting an amazing light.

"That's right, those are all man-made souls." The red-haired young man sighed.

"Did the silver-haired brother do all of this?" the child asked.

"You are much older than Ingram, and he calls you brother." The red-haired young man backhanded, flicked the child on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Of course, all of these were done by Ingram. The Nimitz people in the south like to delve into these things, get in touch with the roots..."

The child frowned: "But why is he doing this? The artificial soul is useless at all, right? It can only shine here."

"Everyone has their own reasons," the red-haired young man teased the child with his fingers: "Do you know that corpse lying next door? It's someone who looks somewhat similar to you."

"Yeah, I remember, is that Dad?"

"Hahahaha, of course not," the red-haired young man laughed, "What? Crick, do you miss Dad?"

Crick shook his head resolutely, his blue eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of melancholy and fear, and his short arms hugged the red-haired young man tightly: "No, I don't like Dad, as long as Crick and Eun An K together."

The red-haired youth seemed to be smiling more happily: "Good boy."

Seeing the young man's face relax, Crick leaned over boldly, and rubbed his young face against En'anke's cheek: "Daddy is a bad guy, Daddy doesn't want Crick anymore, Daddy still kills you!" Crick, so Crick's favorite in the future will be En Anke, and Crick will always be with En Anke in the future."

En'anke laughed, put the glass bottle in his hand back into the grid on the wall, then hugged Crick, who was lying behind his back, into his arms, and squeezed Crick's face with a smirk: "What? What do you want to do? What is your intention to please me so much?"

"Huh? Crick doesn't have any intentions? Crick just wants to stick with En Anke."

"Really?" En'anke smiled and moved his face closer to Creek.

"Really." Crick looked at En Anke seriously.

"Well, you are sensible," En'anke let go of the hand that was pinching Crick's face: "These artificial souls are indeed used to resurrect that person, but they are not directly put to death as you imagined." The kind that can be resurrected in the body of a living creature, because the artificial soul cannot replace the original soul anyway."

"Then why did that bro... Ingram make these?"

"In order to store the information of the soul, although the souls born from the primordial sea are similar, they are actually different. Ingram collects soul samples to restore the primordial sea, or to touch the root... how should I put it— I'm not very good at explaining these messy riddles of the Nimitz people-you just think of the soul in each of us as a puzzle, and we need to find some puzzles from a pile of puzzles, each kind of puzzle You have to find one piece, only in this way can you spell out the final pattern, this pattern is the Sea of ​​Primordial, if you can restore the full picture of the Sea of ​​Primordial, theoretically you can touch the root—although it is only a part of the root.”

"So, are these the puzzle pieces?"

"Well, because the difference in the soul is indescribable, although creatures with the same soul can feel the difference through touch, they cannot record this difference, so directly creating simulated samples is the best way .”

Listening to En Anke's statement, Crick once again looked at the huge wall full of soul samples in surprise: "That is to say, so many souls here are all different? So many?"

"Yeah, I'm also surprised. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there are so many types of souls." En'anke shrugged: "After all, most humans look just as stupid."

"Then, are these souls all there? Or have they not been collected yet?"

"It should be almost there. Even if these are not all, the magician should have found the law of soul generation, just like knowing that one plus one equals two, you will know that two plus two equals four."

"Then, why didn't Ingram revive the black-haired brother?"

"Well..." En'anke thought for a while and said, "Because he locked the key to the treasure chest in the treasure chest."