"ah……!!"
Osmond let out a shrill scream.
Wow!
The sound of pages turning suddenly arose, and his body, which was cut into two pieces, turned into an illusory afterimage and dissipated, and his intact body appeared at the position two seconds ago.
Osmond fell to the ground with a thud, looking at the knight in front of him in extreme horror.
The corpse...
There were corpses all around.
Blood, body parts and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.
The subordinates of the History and Ritual Association were all cut in half. They were only Sequence 9 Beyonders and had not mastered the ability to "rewind history". They could only watch themselves being cut in half and dying.
"Mr. Qiao Ke...you promised me that as long as I give you the things, you will let me live!"
Osmond growled.
He sniffed the strong smell of blood all around him, and the fear in his heart reached its peak. He really didn't want to experience the pain of being cut in half again.
Chen Lun did not answer, but took a few steps forward, dragging the huge silver sword.
A vertical slash, chopping off the head!
Woo!!
The sword wind screamed, like the mockery of the death wind.
Osmond only felt his scalp tingling and his whole body trembling.
The "silver waterfall" falling from the sky seemed to be of great weight, and it seemed that it would be cut in half in the next second.
“Ahhhh!”
He pulled himself together, and using the fastest speed of his life, he once again cast "History Rewind" and appeared at the same place he was ten seconds ago in an attempt to avoid the attack.
But what puzzled, bewildered and suffocated Osmond was that the giant sword... actually moved dozens of meters out of thin air, as if teleporting, locked onto him again, and continued to chop him down without any hindrance!
There was a tremor in his sight for a moment, and then it turned red.
The rusty armor and the scarlet cloak in front of him slowly separated into two pictures, and then severe pain surged like a tide.
In the midst of endless fear, Osmond realized one thing -
I was cut in half from head to toe!
Bang!
The body fell.
Dust was splashed.
Chen Lun stood there dragging the blood-stained giant sword, looking at the corpses around him in silence.
The desire to kill is growing.
He knew that he was affected by the Balag Armor and was eager for battle and extremely bloodthirsty, but he had indeed never intended to let these people go from the beginning.
"The troubled times have arrived, and even the True God Church has abandoned its original beliefs... The only way to deal with the strong bullying the weak is to fight violence with violence."
A cruel sneer came from under the dark cross-shaped hole of the visor.
"An S-rank wanted criminal in the Empire, but he is helping the Empire eliminate pests... How ironic."
Not long after, the bodies of the extraordinary people on the ground slowly disappeared, and their spirituality and extraordinary characteristics were revealed and transformed into particles of mysterious ochre-colored substance.
Because the corpse was chopped off and incomplete, it could not become a ghost creature.
But Chen Lun now looked down on these low -level monsters, so he did not hold back and just followed his inner urge to kill and chopped them down happily.
Now that his mind was clear, he just felt refreshed.
"The Balagu Armor will make me gradually addicted to the pleasure of killing, and eventually lose myself..."
Chen Lun secretly warned himself not to be blinded by the desire to kill.
Take a breather.
Only then did he pick up all the mysterious substances on the ground.
After a simple count, there were a total of fourteen pieces of Earth Faction low-sequence mysterious matter, and one piece of Earth Faction medium-sequence mysterious matter that Osmond turned into after his death.
Chen Lun put them into the Blood Poetry Ring, then turned around to look at the four carriages parked on the side of the road, as well as the wooden boxes and sundries scattered on the ground, and chose to leave directly.
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That night.
Chen Lun was counting his harvest in the study.
He placed all three collections on the table and examined them one by one.
First came the piece of stone tablet fragment. Through the prompts and descriptions on the panel , Chen Lun learned that the name of this thing was "Monument of Destiny" and it was suspected to have been carved by a high-ranking being of the Earth Faction.
Some secret truths are recorded on it, but because there is only a fragment of it, it is currently impossible to get a glimpse of the full picture and know its original content.
The characters engraved on it were also very unfamiliar, and seemed to be some kind of ancient language. Chen Lun could barely make out some scattered words and short sentences, but he could not identify their true meaning.
The panel prompts that this language is called "Yanitan", which requires corresponding language skills to be interpreted, and the required level is not low.
Chen Lun had no choice but to give up.
He had a hunch that this stone tablet was extremely valuable. If he could gather the fragments and restore it, he might get an unexpected surprise... It might also be because of its name that aroused Chen Lun's imagination.
"The Monument of Destiny, is it an important item related to the Path of Destiny...?"
Chen Lun guessed secretly.
他思索了一阵无果后，便将石碑碎片收好，旋即又拿起了那份泛黄的羊皮纸手稿。
The ink on this manuscript is a little blurred, but it is still barely recognizable. The content above is roughly a travel essay written by a person named "Sid Mitchell".
'Mitchell... this name sounds familiar.'
Chen Lun frowned slightly.
He searched through his past life memories and soon remembered that the Mitchell family seemed to be a secret supernatural family that worshipped an angel from the Earth Faction for generations. The fuse of the Amber City Gallery incident, the gallery owner named Beckman, was a member of a branch of the Mitchell family.
'This scribe, Sid, is from the Mitchell family.'
Chen Lun thought.
Then he went through the essay in detail.
The elegant handwriting on it describes the scenery and various exotic customs of Sid when he traveled to various places, and also focuses on recording a small town called "Saint Ai's Hometown".
It was a small town in the northern border of the Trisur Empire, under the jurisdiction of Linbang Privet City. The local people were simple and honest, the climate was suitable, and the scenery was beautiful... Sid expressed in his manuscript that he liked the place very much and would rather live there forever if possible.
Chen Lun read the manuscript twice and found nothing special.
"It seems to be just a simple travelogue, but why does the History and Ritual Association attach so much importance to it..."
He was a little confused.
"Could it be that this man named Sid Mitchell has some important identity? His manuscript has some special value and significance?"
Chen Lun couldn't understand.
He put away the yellowed parchment manuscript to study and verify it later.
Then, he opened the ancient book he was most looking forward to.
Carmen's Notes
This notebook happens to be the second volume.
The above content still records Carmen's unique insights into magic and mystery, as well as an extremely special magical skill.
It's called "mind reading".
Chen Lun was very interested in this and focused his attention on the contents of the notebook. He was attracted by the profound knowledge above and gradually forgot the passage of time.
I don’t know how much time passed, maybe until late at night.
Chen Lun finally received a prompt box on the panel——
【You have read carefully, learned and understood the skill "Mind Sharing"! 】
【Thought Sharing LV1】
Skill Description: You have spent a long time trekking on the path of destiny. After reading the profound knowledge about magic, you have a unique understanding of mind reading. You try to integrate it with the "animal language" of the [Beast Tamer] and the "five senses" of the [Magician], and finally created this new extraordinary ability.
Skill Effect: Thought Stealing, you can steal the thoughts of others, Thought Transmission, you can share your thoughts with others. Note: Each time you cast it, you need to go through the dual judgment of will and weight. (Affected by Mystic Resistance )
'Enhanced mind reading?'
Chen Lun was very surprised.
"I didn't expect to learn such a skill from the second volume of "Carmen's Notebook". "
He also noticed the hint in brackets in the panel's description.
'Affected by the mysterious resistance, this means that it is difficult to be effective against the mid-sequence extraordinary people... After all, after being promoted to the mid-sequence, there will be a qualitative change of the extraordinary, and some mysterious resistance will be obtained... But I haven't added points yet, so I will try to upgrade it to the maximum first.'
Chen Lun consumed 4 skill points and upgraded "Mind Sharing" to the maximum level.
【Thinking Sharing LVMAX】
Each time you cast a skill, your own will and weight judgment will have priority, and there will be a certain reduction and offset to the mysterious resistance.
Chen Lun was very pleased with this change, and felt that his skill points were not wasted.
"This way, perhaps it will also work for ordinary mid-sequence transcendents."
In addition to insights into magic and records of mind reading, Chen Lun also saw some poems left by Carmen at the end of this volume of notes.
The content has basically nothing to do with magic.
It was just a way for Carmen to express her admiration for her teacher Fredetri.
In Chen Lun's opinion, these poems cannot be said to be very bad, but they are not of high standard either.
For example, one of the songs is "To the Watcher of the Old World" -
Time is willing to draw open the curtains for you and shine on that perfect face.
Knowledge is willing to open its heart to you, and darkness is willing to retreat for you.
Nothing in the world can match your beauty, and all things wither in your presence.
Freddrade, the watcher of the old world.
You have plundered all my people, and I am dying of old age.
"Hmm... So this magician named Carmen is also a lickspittle? Or rather, an old lickspittle?"
Chen Lun's expression was a little strange.