Chapter 239: The blood of the prophet

In that instant, the experience experienced by the young wizard was extremely complex, indescribable and indistinguishable—
He felt pain at first, and the pain was unbearable. He couldn't help but hugged his head and squatted down, yelling with an imposing manner, trying to find the pain in his heart in this way. .
This kind of pain is as if someone is prying his skull apart and roasting the wet brain tissue with a hot red iron rod; or using a sharp blade "grumbling" to stir desperately in it, wishing to mash it into one. Like a paste,
Mars Percy has never felt such horrible emotions: he seems to have become a wailing experiment lying on his own experimental platform in the past. Among the experiments are beasts, humans, other intelligent races of the mainland, and demons. ......
At that time, Percy observed them in an objective and cold manner; condescending, dissecting them with a sharp knife, experimenting with them with various magic, and turning a blind eye to their begging for mercy. .
On the one hand, it is the numbness brought by hands over the years; on the other hand, wizards who are Extraordinary are often born with such a high sense of indifference.
They think that they are the discoverers and masters of "the movement of world truth", and they never put the rest of the race in their eyes.
But now, Mars Percy has personally experienced the madness and fear felt by the experiment.
In the face of such a strong impact, everything he has experienced in the past—whether it is the similar sadness and pain, or the opposite pleasure and happiness, becomes insignificant in the face of this shocking emotion like the stormy sea. stand up.
However, in this boundless pain, his spirit seemed to be split into two halves, one half was rolling and wailing, the other half was...
But in ecstasy.
Not ordinary joy, but excitement enough to make him cheer and dance-where does this joy come from?
He quickly understood the reason.
Percy saw that countless words appeared in his mind, but in an instant he was swept away by the painful gust of wind; a huge wave of information rolled in and passed by, and he didn't even have a chance to breathe.
The young man couldn't help but want to reach out and grab it. After trying several times, he found that he only got the residue of one hand; the disparity made his heart finally plunged into the abyss of despair...
His pain comes from the nature of the wizards; and this joy also comes from the wizards' most original and core emotional drive
That is "thirst for knowledge".
The thirst for knowledge and truth has always been firmly imprinted in the heart of every wizard.
What really makes Mars Percy unacceptable is that in the end he didn't even get a little bit of gain—
Because the young man's spirit is too fragile to withstand the huge wave coming to his brain.
As a result, after the waves rolled, there was nothing left in Percy's mind. Instead, the palace of knowledge that had been accumulated through hard work was washed away, leaving only ruined walls.
......
The silver-haired witch looked blankly at the other party and squatted down with her head, then rolled on the ground while howling, and finally passed out completely.
Unlike the painful that someone is stretched out in the world of thinking, this process in the physical world actually happens within a few seconds.
Then she stepped forward and walked away from Percy who was motionless.
Everyone looked at him with horrified eyes.
Unlike Mars Percy, who turned on his "spiritual vision" and was impacted by a huge flow of information, none of them can see clearly what is happening between the electric light and flint, but this group of wizards It is very clear what happened in reality:
The chief student of a legendary wizard was knocked down by his peers in a frontal battle. Before he could cast a spell, he didn't even hum, and he completely lost consciousness.
Even if Shikoudi Miller was originally the best young wizard in the tower, the gap between the two would be so huge, it is really exaggerated.
...
Shikodi ignored their thoughts and just walked towards the destination in her heart.
At this moment, the communication channel between the ladder and the top of the magic tower was opened again.
A man in a white robe came out from inside.
"...Dear Miss Miller, why are you making such a big fire?"
As soon as the curator left the door, he saw the young man lying on the ground, unconscious. He checked the opponent's body and shook his head.
"A person like him is not worth your anger."
"I'm not angry."
Shi Cuodi calmly responded.
"I didn't even do it. It's just that he couldn't bear my "gift", so he fell."
"...That's it."
"This is a punishment for the ignorant, a price that must be paid by those who peep into the secret without permission."
In the world of wizards, there is indeed a "face-to-face" technique for directly instilling information and passing on knowledge between the high-ranking and the low-ranking. However, it must have sufficient patience and complicated and special rituals, otherwise it will The brain causes severe and irreversible damage.
It is for this reason that those Beyonders who try to forcibly spy on the secrets of high-ranking ones will end up miserably without exception.
Just like Mr. Percy, after facing the image of Poetry in the spiritual world, he read it unconsciously; but he was unable to solve the mystery, and only touched the information overlay displayed on the surface.
As a result, Percy not only gained nothing, but fell into a coma due to pain; and when he wakes up, his rank is likely to regress and even affect the foundation that determines future growth...
Just this one occasional glimpse is enough to make an extraordinary person fall into the abyss.
"...I don’t think it’s his fault~EbookFREE.me~ Ordinary Beyonders, even leaders who have reached the rank of Legend, I am afraid that it will not be enough for a high-level wizard to achieve spirituality at a glance The point of collapse."
The owner of the museum sighed.
"Excluding the mystery field involving the power of God, only you can do it."
--【prophecy】.
That is the power to see everything in your eyes and in the palm of your hand.
This is why it has become a rare field: the average human brain cannot withstand the mental pressure brought about by the huge flow of information, and only a very small number of talented individuals can do the opposite, not only can hold onto the information world. The reins can even be used to sharpen the spirit of oneself.
And the outstanding one is the "Sister Shipton", the saint who rebelled from the Holy See hundreds of years ago.
After she and her family fled to the land of sea mist, the bloodline of the prophet to whom the destiny returned was once contemptuously called the "witch" in the territory of the Holy Alliance, and it was almost extinct
Until today.