Vol 3 Chapter 67: Confessions, forgotten sentences

> "It seems that it has been a long time since I have experienced hunger."
Murphy, who was in the prison of eternal words, sighed, "I really missed myself when I was hungry in the forest. I had eaten carrion and poisonous mushrooms for the sake of the stomach-if not because After eating a few bugs that only produce stinky juice and spit it out together, it is estimated to have died there."
Listening to where Murphy recalled his past recipe, Ashcandi sat quietly on the ground, staring at him without blinking.
"Blood tribes will not experience so much food taste. Except for blood, eating anything else will not bring energy supplement to the body."
She extended her finger to her abdomen, revealing a helpless expression, "Blood is food that makes blood people addicted, but not all blood can be arbitrarily consumed, such as your blood, I want any baron level The vampire goes to drink your blood, and the consequence is that the power in the blood breaks him alive."
"I still have this ability, which is really unexpected."
Murphy replied with a smile, without any sense of crisis.
Two days and two nights, Murphys and Ashcandi thought about how to get out of the cage in this cold and crisis-filled world, and even a big hole was blown out on the ground-but the result is obvious, whether it is Ash Candi or Murphy can't shake the terrible imprisonment spell of this level.
In desperation, Murphy did not feel a bit anxious. Instead, he began to think about something he had never thought about-for example...when he found that he was about to go to death, did he really have what he wanted? significance?
Some people are so busy because they will never think about what they need to do if they say goodbye to the world in a minute-but Murphy found out that when everything is about to die, When thinking about the problem, the world in his eyes began to become more different.
"I want to come now. Many of the things I have done before are meaningless and smart."
"Oh, this feeling is normal, I feel deeper than you, but I need to bury this depression deeply in my heart, because sometimes it will make my mood very bad."
Ashcandi pointed out of the cage, "For example, the idea with the Ballena family, to be honest, it was just that his inexplicable self-esteem was too sensitive. Who would have thought that a prince would be dissatisfied with a few words? Killed?"
The story is a bit scary.
Murphy had originally wanted to say something. At this moment, when Ashcandi said so, he shut up quickly, fearing that he would end up the same if he accidentally said something wrong.
At the end of the chat, Ashkandi seemed reluctant to say anything. The two fell silent again. In the past two days, Murphy said a total of less than thirty sentences, each of which ended inexplicably. There is no longer any embarrassment.
He turned his head to look around the darkness, and Murphy clearly felt that there were countless unknown creatures staring at him, as if he just walked out of the cage and immediately divided and ate. Their emotions are cautious and revealing a trace of fear—because countless powerful beings try to break the cage and end in failure. The awe of the energy itself gives these primitive beasts an instinctive awe.
fear?
Murphy got up suddenly, frowned, and walked to the prison cage-the New Testament in Hebrew is not a blueprint for the doctrines used by the Byzantine Patriarchate. When he was at Tarrens College, the old man Aquile The manuscripts given to him in the manuscript contain some Hebrew scriptures, all of which are taken from the Old Testament, not only for translation, but also for thinking and extension.
The Hebrew text in "Theology" is enough for Murphy to understand a small part of his meaning in front of him. He carefully examined the handwriting and slowly read out the meaning of the words he knew.
"Hope Freshman"
"The beginning and end of my place"
"Afraid to spurn"
The obscure "New Testament", when read so intermittently, is even more inexplicable-but Murphy's brows grow deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, he felt that the vocabulary in front of him had a feeling of deja vu.
A sentence that was forced to recite countless times suddenly appeared in front of me. Murphy suddenly opened his eyes-blurted out and said: ""Confessions"!?"
His eyes quickly glanced at those Hebrew words he didn't see, and the memories in his mind were gradually picked up, and the words were concatenated into words, clearing up in the process of continuously overlapping with the long-term memories.
St. Augustine's book "Confessions", the only book that Murphy was forced to recite by Don Quixote in his early years-for this he suffered a lot, and he would have to go hungry in the forest a few times for a mistake, so that he would later remember Excellent are all thanks to this book.
However, its content has always been partially understood. The obscure sentence "Confessions" is obviously not a child who is in the literacy stage can study and understand. The sentence is branded in the mind and has completely become a mechanical memory instead of Understanding familiarity.
But because of this, Murphy was able to recall the entire content literally at this moment, and put only a few words and their counterparts in front of him.
"All fears are due to our enthusiasm for life, and if there is no hope, there is no new life."
Murphy recalled the contents of the book, but he immediately looked at the scepter in his own hand.-The original text of the "New Testament" in the confession once said: "The third person, holding the key to open the world, can Let the door open, but the world fell due to greed."
Now it seems that this sentence is obviously very suitable for the seat-obviously, the "third person" is Cain, and the "key" is the scepter of Sulfuras in his hand.
Previously, Murphy tried to use the power of the scepter to bombard the prison of Eternal Word, but to no avail-but this time, he slightly twisted the tip of the rod to a Hebrew word.
The "Key" description in "Confessions" has another sentence: "Death brings a new life, which I believe is the door to life."
"death".
When the Hebrew word was touched by the scepter in Murphys's hand, it seemed to be slowly radiating a more dazzling brilliance.
The pale gold gradually changed to incandescent colors, and the word "death" was lighted up like no other!
Ashcandi, who had been silent, slowly stood up.
Morpheus groped, looked up at these scriptures, and then turned around, pointing to a word not far behind—
Newborn
.
no response.
Not discouraged, Murphy immediately began to try other vocabularies one by one. The tip of the scepter almost touched all the words in the field of vision. When the vocabulary reached three, the entire prison of Yongyan actually started to shake slightly.
All scenes prove that this scepter seems to possess certain unknown abilities. Murphy tried to calm down the inner excitement and began to use the elements to move the ground under his feet-the entire hemispherical cage was half on the ground and half underground He turned the land like a mole and worked hard inch by inch.
Survival is the most basic human instinct.
Ashcandi always stood there silently, wondering what he was thinking about, but his eyes never left Murphys for a moment. After Murphys’ scepter touched the Hebrew word representing
hope
, the entire Yong The shaking of words suddenly stopped!
Murphy looked suspiciously around him. The Hebrew Scriptures still floating in the air, but he realized the real structure of the prison-the power from "heaven" built the cage. Therefore, the power of any strong man can not break these floating handwriting, but because their existence does not belong to this plane!
Ordinary people simply cannot achieve the power across the plane.
Every time the scepter lights up a handwriting, it lights up a spell node that builds the entire prison cage. There are a total of eighteen nodes. Now it has lit up seventeen—even if Murphy did not know that all the nodes of this magic circle were lit What will happen in the future, he also roughly guessed what the upcoming scene would be through the elemental vibration from the tip of the scepter.
It is unclear whether the cage was disintegrated or whether it broke with Ashkandi.
"I thought you wouldn't stop."
Ashcandy suddenly said, looking at Murphy's eyes with a strange look-this is the emotion she never showed in front of Murphy, "If I were you, I would point at the first rune When it is lit, it stops, and a junction supported by the energy of the heteroplane will collapse and explode at any time under unstable conditions."
Murphy squeezed sweat, but asked, "Why don't you stop me?"
"The cruelty of the world is that no one will remind you what to do at really critical moments. The only thing I can do is to be alert to all possible situations and watch you grow up alone."
There was an inexplicable touch in Murphy's heart.
The so-called "concern" is not necessarily a moment of care and fear that you will fall even a heel, but it is an expectation. I hope you can truly stand on the world down to earth~EbookFREE.me~ I have always wanted to say ' "Thank you', but I don't think you will accept it," Murphy sighed, and the tip of the staff dropped gently, looking at the prison cage in front of him. "The grievance between us is really unclear, I even remember At first you were hostile to me. "
"I used to be the enemy of the world." Ashkandi replied softly, "But now, I see a friend who is willing to stand beside me."
"Fate, it's amazing." Murphy turned around. "So...as a friend, can you face the danger side by side with me, Miss Ashcandy?"
"Call me Ashkandi."
The dark queen's mouth slightly answered, and walked to Murphy's side-this is also the true expression of her inner emotions and positions. When the footsteps stood, Murphy raised the scepter and pointed to the only cage left At the last word, Ashcandi raised his hand and put it gently on Murphy's shoulder.
At the moment, neither of them found that, under the cover of the robe, the servant contract of the arm suddenly shimmered.
(I also hope you throw a red ticket, monthly ticket, thanks!)