The Dragon That Devours the World

On March 6, 1600, a person is busy in the laboratory of the University of Padua, Italy.

At this moment in Italy, the curiosity about Greco-Roman is no longer enough. Many scholars are keen to restore Greco-Roman engineering and equipment, which gave birth to scholar consultants. Many noble lords will choose to hire a knowledgeable scholar as a consultant to improve each Kind of military equipment. As for Galileo, who is now a university professor, he is groping for something unprecedented...

"sand……"

I kept drawing drawings under the pen, and there were two pieces of transparent glass next to the drawings.

Drawing drawings from time to time, the young scholar also picked up two pieces of transparent glass from time to time, looked at it carefully, and continued drawing after confirming the details. His azure pupils were shining with excitement, and what he was about to create was something unprecedented.

However, before he was finished, an apprentice suddenly came and said something in a low voice in his ear. Galileo was stunned for a moment, and the pen in his hand couldn't help but fall...

On February 17, 1600, Bruno was burned to death in Rome’s Campo de' Fiori because he was accused of "pagan faith" because of heliocentric theory.

After a long time, Galileo lowered his head in silence and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand to signal the apprentice to leave. The apprentice also knew Galileo's mood at the moment, so he didn't dare to ask more, so he left.

"Rolling..."

With the sound of the door closing, Galileo's left hand, which was holding on to the table and being obscured by his body, could no longer support it anymore. The strength of his body seemed to be drawn away. He was dizzy in front of him. He staggered under his feet, and finally fell. Falling to the ground, falling into the many clutter in the laboratory.

...

"My master, you don't need to be so shaken, the Roman church will not affect you, but...I will say less about the "heliocentric theory" in the future."

In the old room, Galileo was lying on the hospital bed. The surrounding tables and bookshelves were full of various instruments and books. An old housekeeper was standing next to Galileo's hospital bed and said with his head down. The old servant also hesitated for a while before persuading.

He understands the importance of heliocentric theory to Galileo, but he does not persuade him. Although the church claims that Bruno died because of his "solar faith", the root cause is actually well known. If the heliocentric theory is promoted again, I am afraid it will affect one day sooner or later. To your own master.

However, Galileo, who was on the sick bed, shook his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice after a long silence.

"I am not heartache for me, but heartache for the absence of a scholar in the world."

"the host……"

The butler wanted to persuade him again, but Galileo just waved his hand, and the helpless butler had to withdraw.

Inside the bedroom, there was the smell of herbs, but Galileo just stared at the ceiling above his head in a daze...

One night a few months later, Galileo carefully adjusted the device in his hand. It was a long cylindrical object with a length of almost human height, and it was quite difficult to hold it even with both hands.

Raising the device he made in his hand, the professor at the University of Padua put his eyes close to the end of the long tube for the first time...

At that moment, what emerged before him was a new world that was not seen by anyone.

In the huge image, the moon has become unprecedentedly huge and unprecedentedly clear, so that the spots on it are revealed. The places that were once regarded as shadows by humans are actually tiny pits.

"..."

The scholar opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only look at the spots on the moon in vain. The theory of heliocentric theory was correct. Undoubtedly, humans’ past cognition of the world was wrong. This world Far more vast than human imagination.

The moon is a new world, a huge world like the earth.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha……"

The ecstatic scholar smiled, but finally shed tears.

...

42 years later, in the early morning of January 9, 1642, the former residence of Galileo, in Arcetri near Florence.

"Rumble..."

There was thunder in the gloomy sky, like the wrath of the sky, and the fine and light rain continued to fall. The famous scholar died the day before, but he was severely punished by the Holy See, but the night scene was bleak, so few people came to express condolences. .

"clatter……"

However, in the light rain, there was a pair of slender feet stepping on high heels, splashing a little water, accompanied by the dozens of black umbrellas attacking like dark clouds, silently pressing against this old house.

Under more than a dozen black umbrellas, there is a group of adult men and women in black robes. They are silent. The robes cover their bodies very well. Only the occasional scars on the neck, cheeks, and back of hands can be seen vaguely. Sen Han hidden in the calm.

"Boom..."

In an instant, the sky and the earth were white, and the light shining on the whole world.

However, in this white light, no one has moved even once, not even blinking once, like an ancient Greek sculpture, silently suffering the discomfort caused by the instant white light. They are waiting for an order, as long as an order, no matter how cruel and cruel behavior they will execute without hesitation.

But at the moment when the order is about to be issued.

"squeak……"

The closed door of the manor opened, and an old butler who seemed more than fifty years old walked out of it. He didn't seem surprised to see the dozen or so people holding the black umbrella, but leaned slightly and said slowly.

"Good morning, guests."

No one responded, there was dead silence, only a dozen pairs of pupils stared at him silently.

The old butler raised his head, his old body bent his waist. If there is an old man who was alive in the past, he will be able to realize that he is very similar to the old guardian of the year, but the subtle difference still reveals the identity of his nephew.

"My old master...before he passed away, he told me that a group of guests would come, and he asked me to entertain you and take away something from here according to your wishes."

The old housekeeper said, except for the initial invisible pause, the housekeeper's performance was neither humble nor overbearing, and made no omissions.

"Your master knows we will come."

The deep female voice spoke for the first time, and the indifferent headed woman looked at the housekeeper in front of her.

Until then, the housekeeper was able to see the face of the leading woman.

It was an excellent-looking Italian woman, with deep eyes, a straight nose, and long brown hair tied together. However, the black robe she wore with her body was too cold to kill her, which damaged her stunning charm. .

"Yes, my old master has already known about your arrival. He also said that if you come during the day, he will give you things. If you come at night, then..."

As he said, the butler paused inexplicably, raised his eyebrows, his old eyes looked at the woman in front of him, showing unexpected calmness and determination, and said word by word.

"Even if you die, you can't let things fall into your hands."

"Rumble, rumbling!"

In the sky, accompanied by a roar, furious thunder tumbling through the clouds.

In front of the housekeeper, the woman and the black umbrella were unmoved, calm and terrifying. Those dozen or so pairs of eyes were not like the eyes that humans should have, they were too calm.

"Patter..."

The rain is getting worse.

"However, we didn't come at night."

The leading woman just said indifferently.

Looking at the dozen or so black umbrellas in front of him, the old housekeeper pressed his hat with his hand, and with the help of the cover of the hat, while his old eyes were observing the people in front of him calmly, he just leaned back and said slowly.

"Yes, guest..."

There were no twists and turns in the process of carrying the target. One of the people in the black umbrella packed the thing with just a package, and then one of them whispered something in the ears of the leading woman. The eyes of the leading woman moved slightly, with Said the blunt voice.

"Old butler, hurry up, there will be another group of guys here soon."

Hearing this, the old butler only narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly.

"I'm old, and it's easy to fall back when I'm old. There is no one else in this manor, so let me stay here and see what keeps my old master awake at night."

As he said, the old housekeeper stretched his white-gloved left hand into his arms and took out a letter wrapped in greased paper.

"This is what the old master left before his life. He asked me to hand it to you and leave a word for me to tell you..."

He looked at the thing with a little sadness in his eyes.

The leading woman did not speak, but waited indifferently for the last message from the old butler.

"The old master said... the sky is the universe."

The thunder in the sky was rolling, and there was patter of rain in the sky.

Listening to the words, the headed woman was silent as before and did not say anything, but left like a dark cloud with the numerous black umbrellas behind her. After walking far away, she could still vaguely see the old man standing in the rain.

...

A few days later, somewhere.

A dozen old monks gathered in a circle. There was only a statue of a valiant girl with less than arm height in the middle. One of them looked at the letter that had just been opened, looked at the content inside, and was silent for a while, then whispered. What happened...

After that, the letter was solemnly preserved, and only a few people had the opportunity to see it.

"To the monastery of Sion who has never seen each other... At this moment, I must have passed away, and you must be wondering why we have never met, but I can know your existence. But here is the dying. At that time, my consciousness is not very clear. I can only dictate things if I can’t see clearly, and let my housekeeper Sergio write it.”

"The Priory of Sion Mountain is really an amazing group, but I didn't know your existence until three years ago, but why did I suddenly know? It is because my eyes are almost blind that I can see more things... …Everyone thought that my eyes were damaged by looking directly at the sun with a telescope, but in fact...I saw something indescribable."

"That sculpture, it is the source of my nightmare. It is more mysterious than everyone thinks. It is almost the source power of the entire world, the root force of the entire world, even if it is a god. You may have come into contact with it before. After passing it, and even trying to seal it with those runes, the Sir Leonardo had known many secrets about it, but that was just appearance! It was all in vain!"

"It is not a dead thing, it is alive, it is leading the destiny of the entire world."

"At this moment, as far as I can see, there are more than tens of thousands of weird creatures trying to find it. They worship it, admire it, and regard it as faith. However, it does not respond to those weird creatures, even if it’s Existence itself is attracting the weirdness, even consciously making it impossible for the weirdness to find it, which is why when it was lost from your hands sixty-seven years ago, you and the weirdness have never been able to find it again. The reason ~www.readwn.com~ is that I, an ordinary person, owns it and don't know..."

"On that night more than sixty years ago, the dream was really too real. When my research and the dream continued to match, I didn't know whether it was a dream or real..."

"What exactly does it want? What is its purpose? I can't understand it, but I can faintly realize that I seem to have become his puppet. My works, thoughts, contributions...all are its intentions. Manipulating me to achieve a certain purpose..."

"I am not a very brave person. I can't speak as bluntly as Bruno, fearing death, but after that night of dreams, every memory will make me feel deep pain and torment. That powerful and eternal power, The appearance that is too beautiful makes me feel admiration and fear that I cannot restrain myself. Fear and admiration are like two sides of the same body. Because of fear, worship, the two cannot be separated..."

"But even so, I still try to leave something, at least to leave some help for later generations."

"Priest monks, if one day you find someone who can be called the smartest person, then please give him this letter. It contains the only guidance I can give it..."