Chapter 271 Worms

"Player Super Justice ()"

——He finally failed to open the door of the study.

Because at the moment when Viscount Dolgoruki said those words.

In the shadow he cast in front of the study, he suddenly stretched out a ferocious, anti-joint arm composed of pure shadows.

It seemed to be slow and fast. It quickly protruded from the ground and grabbed the Viscount's face. The magic hand pushed the Viscount back suddenly, pushed him away from Annan, and smashed him hard at the same time. to the wall on the other side of the hallway!

Coincidentally, the other side is a stone wall made of cobblestones. The Viscount, who was hit by the smooth stone in the back, almost turned his back, and the body that was pressed against the wall by the anti-joint shadow hand twitched subconsciously.

"...You'd better make it clear first, Your Excellency."

As if he had just woken up, a very light and deep whisper sounded from behind Annan.

I saw that Zorgen had completely opened his eyes.

Those silver-gray pupils were extremely cold, with a bluish-blue halo that seemed to exude cold air. The entire corridor was covered with faint frost marks, and the location near the ground was as cold as an ice cellar.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

The Viscount with a scar on his face just couldn't help laughing.

It was an incomparably happy laughter, as if something had finally been put down.

But he couldn't laugh for long.

"--Well."

He was slowly lifted from the wall by the anti-joint Shadow Hand and held in the air.

Afterwards, he used his force again - he patted Viscount Dolgoruki on the wall again.

This time Zorgen used a little force, so that the Viscount could not help coughing out a mouthful of blood.

A mouthful of dark red, viscous and dirty blood.

That is the blood of the dead.

Zorgen's complexion changed slightly, and he turned to look at Zhuoya.

"Look at his neck, wrists and ankles."

Zhuo Ya thought for a while, and immediately responded: "And the skin of the heart."

Soon, an anti-joint shadow hand stretched out from everyone's shadows - they swarmed up, and completely tore up the whole body of the Viscount who was still laughing.

Unsurprisingly, they found an intermittent thin black line at the Viscount's throat, only about six or seven centimeters in length, usually covered by the chin. It's like stitch marks like ellipses when two pieces of cloth are sewn together with rougher means.

On his left chest, a thin line was also found intermittently... It was a black ring the size of an egg tart.

After seeing the trace, Zorgen twisted the Viscount's throat without saying a word.

"... This is the trace of being bitten by the [worm]."

Zhuoya explained in a low voice: "He is already dead."

"Worms...what are they?"

Annan frowned and asked in a low voice.

He was still thinking about the "door between worms and cicadas"... "Cicada" is a reference to the way of sublimation, so what is "worm"?

And now he knows that [Worm] is a "beast of change". In this way, "the gate of worms and cicadas" means the gate in front of "the way of ascension and change".

Annan was suddenly a little surprised - the knowledge about "worms" that even he didn't understand was mastered by the Hand of Winter and these northern nobles who were not even superhumans and ritualists. Looking at Sorgen's reaction, I'm afraid this is not some kind of secret...

"This should have been what Lord Ivan told you, but he turned into a dragon too early and too fast."

After Zoya confirmed that Viscount Dolgoruki had died again, she quickly explained: "This is the worm religion, which has already been exterminated by us once, but I didn't expect it to breed again... This is really like a worm. generally."

She whispered to Sorgen: "Do you remember the layout of the city? I'm afraid there are many more in this city..."

Annan asked suspiciously, "Worm Cult?"

"Without an official scientific name and no sect,

It's just what Winter is calling them... They call their actions "following the snakes that are not snakes". "

Zoya summed it up roughly: "This is a group of ardent elf lovers.

"They think that they can naturally become silver superhumans when they are adults, and elves who cannot fall because they have skipped the bronze rank are higher races than Aryans.

"And they think that the appearance of the fallen is because other races are not as noble as the blood of elves - they believe that other races are 'devil's eggs', and the root of sin is born and breeds sin because they are not elves. As long as everyone becomes Elves, there will be no more fallen and demons born.

"This group of people searched for and excavated elf relics all over the world, bought a lot of antiques from the elf era, and imitated the elf's way of life. The method for all people to be transformed into elves."

Annan listened, and his expression gradually became a little weird.

Why does it sound like a bit of harmony, but I can't say where it is...

"...According to my memory," Annan replied thoughtfully, "the elves seem to have migrated from the east, right?

"In their place, I remember that there are fallen ones too."

"They don't care about this. I actually think that it is because the elves have become extinct that they can pursue the blood of elves so enthusiastically."

Zoya shrugged: "Their idea is that this world is so sinful, and everything is because of 'races are not good'. If you restore the blood of elves, restore the rule of elves, and restore the customs of elves, there will not be so many in the world. Ugly and tragic."

...I'm afraid not, brother.

What you are after... I'm afraid it's not the blood of the elf, but the magic energy, right?

The age of elves is prosperous, not because of their noble blood, but because the universal resources like mantra are easy to use...

By activating the mantra, it can be used to skip the "raw material" and "process" and directly get the desired product. The process is fast and clean, does not generate exhaust gas and waste, does not require a large number of workers, and only requires designers to use it.

It's almost like the creative mode is turned on.

At that time, almost every town in the entire empire built a curse cellar, which continuously extracted curse energy. Most people can get rich living materials without labor, so people who sing, write poetry, exercise, and invent things also appeared in large numbers.

The so-called classical culture of the prosperous elf empire can actually be simply described as "entertainment activities created by people who are too idle."

Under those conditions, of course, there would be no disputes and no sins. If it weren't for the extraction of magic energy, it would quickly cause the world's environment to deteriorate, and this could even be regarded as an ascension mode.

But you toss with the elf blood... it really doesn't make any sense.

Annan couldn't help but ask, "Have they seen elves?"

"Of course not. I don't think they would be so fanatical if they had seen the elves, they were just looking for the original sin."

Zoya commented.

She sighed, looked at Annan who was still a little puzzled, and explained: "You know, the time when Archduke Ivan and his younger brother were kidnapped? That's what the Worm Sect did.

"They demanded the release of a political prisoner - a political prisoner who was a senior member of the Worm Cult."