Chapter 893 The Truth of History

Berogo spent a long time putting the paper in his hand back on the table. He seemed to have lost all his strength. He was a little unstable. He just held on to the table to avoid falling. He felt dizzy and fumbled to sit down on the dusty chair.

Fortunately, the chair did not collapse. After years, he still remained tough. Berogo turned his head, lowered his eyes, and fell into a storm of thoughts.

Hill? Is it the Hill in his memory?

In his memory, Hill encountered the temptation of the devil and went astray, but in the end, he was rescued by another person, who called himself Wolfgang Gold.

Berogo had seen this name in many places. In the Dawn War, his name was the Witness of the Dawn Oath, and in the mouth of Leviathan, he was the Chosen One of Leviathan, the real name of King Solomon.

Once, Blogo thought that he had encountered a real name blockade, but in fact, he had known King Solomon's name for a long time. After that, Blogo once thought that these multiple identities were the same person, but in Sachin's message, Blogo read a key message.

"You deserve to inherit the name of Wolfgang Gold."

Blogo knew such a tradition. Among some ancient alchemists and scholars, they would be proud to inherit the name of the sage. Wolfgang Gold is not so much a name as a title circulated in Raymond Gayton. Only the greatest scholars of all time can inherit this name.

Hill inherited the name of Wolfgang Gold?

Oh my God, that is to say, the various brilliant achievements left by this name in history were not completed by him alone, but by many people working together, one after another.

While feeling shocked, this also confused Blogo's judgment. He found it difficult to determine who did the specific things.

"Then... then Hill is the last Wolfgang Gold."

A crazy idea rose in Blogo's mind, and he whispered repeatedly.

"Hill, are you King Solomon?"

No... It doesn't matter whether Hill is King Solomon or not. Blogo saw his soul in the etheric world, which proves that he has died in the mortal world.

The disadvantage of overthinking appeared. Blogo had a splitting headache. He covered his head and another picture appeared in front of him.

It was the coronation ceremony of King Solomon. Blogo could not recognize the identity of the crowned person. He could only instinctively judge that the other party was King Solomon. It was also in that coronation ceremony that Blogo saw the devil holding the cane again.

That devil ran through Hill's life and King Solomon's coronation. He was the creator of all this. He was Leviathan.

"Damn...what's going on?"

Blogo gritted his teeth. He felt that he seemed to have missed something. Then Blogo fell silent completely, sorting out the past history in his mind and piecing them together again.

"One day many years ago, Hill was bewitched by the devil. After that, he met his teacher, the current Wolfgang Gold, and then met his senior brother, Sachin Grama, and... Susi?"

This is a female name. Sachin mentioned this name in his message. It seems that there is a complicated relationship between the three.

"Hill surpassed all the students of the teacher and inherited the holy name from him. So when did Hill inherit it? Was it during the Dawn War?

Why do later generations know little about the name of Wolfgang Gold, and only King Solomon has been passed down to this day?"

Berogo couldn't understand, he couldn't understand it at all. He was facing a fragmented history, and his brain was about to explode.

Suddenly, Berogo sat up and rummaged through the boxes. He had to confirm Hill's identity. As long as Hill's identity could be confirmed, Berogo could integrate these buried histories and restore the truth of the fall of the holy city bit by bit.

But no matter how Berogo searched, he could not get any results.

Saqin is a workaholic. Apart from the messages, there is only work, work, and work here. He seems to have devoted his whole body and soul to the exploration of knowledge.

"Calm down, Blogo, this is a rare opportunity."

Blogo took a deep breath, kept his sanity, and started from the details. In the place where he touched, Blogo found an ordinary cane, which should be Saqin's thing.

Check the drawer again, and you can find many small medicine bottles. Unscrew the lid, the pills inside have deteriorated and have a strange smell.

From the above, Blogo roughly judged that when the Holy City fell, Saqin should be an old thing like Mamo, so as his junior brother, Hill must not be much younger.

There were almost forty years between the Dawn War and the Fall of the Holy City. If Hill was a witness, he would most likely be King Solomon. After all, Raymond Gayton rose rapidly after the Dawn War.

In the dark, Blogo felt that there were countless threads connecting him with King Solomon and Raymond Gayton, and now the sense of connection became clearer and closer.

Blogo was excited and panicked.

After Blogo calmed down for a while, he suddenly remembered the strange words mentioned by Saqin in the message.

"Soulless."

From the literal understanding, this refers to people without souls.

How is this possible? How can humans not have souls?

Berogo thought so, and suddenly, his mind froze for a moment.

No...

Berogo thought of the original thing, which was a substance without soul. Through the study of the original thing, scholars speculated that ether was external energy and the overlap of the etheric world and the material world.

Based on the above information, it can be speculated that the original, true, and pure human beings did not have souls.

The souls that humans have now are more like the product of ether's distortion of itself.

Is Saqin studying the original thing? Exploring pure humans and soulless people?

After a brief surprise, Berogo accepted these calmly. It was normal. You know, the original thing in the hands of the Order Bureau, its original owner was King Solomon, and it was normal for scholars in Raymond Gayton to study these things.

"Berogo!"

Aimu's call made Berogo sober up from his thoughts.

Blogo turned his head, "Did you find anything?"

Aimu looked a little strange, as if he was trying to suppress his panic, "He... they are studying some very strange things."

"For example?"

Blogo walked to the strange but exquisite sketches, and Amui explained nervously.

"This is an embryo."

Blogo was stunned for a moment, and he guessed, "Human embryo, right?"

Aimui nodded and whispered, "They violated the ethical consensus and conducted many experiments on human embryos, trying to create a life called soulless."

"Humans without souls created under the condition of being absolutely unaffected by ether." Blogo said.

"Yes, they think this is the most real and pure appearance of human beings," Amui continued, "but I don't know what the specific use of soulless people is. The above is some relevant information of the experiment."

Aimui exclaimed, "The most important thing is... they seem to have succeeded."

"Success?"

Blogo was shocked, this was something he didn't expect.

"In these materials, there is a thing called the Abyss, where they refined many primordial things. As for the information about the embryo of the soulless, there is more that is not mentioned here."

Aimu saw a corner of the shadow of the past, and felt only the chill deep into his bones from it, "What are they studying?"

Thinking of this, Aimu said to Blogo faintly, "Now it seems that the Fall of the Holy City seems to be deliberately hiding something."

Blogo sat back in the chair, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to confess to Aimu.

"Yes, you guessed it right, the destruction of the Fall of the Holy City was deliberately done by the devils."

Blogo told Aimu all the stories he knew from Leviathan. He couldn't always bear it all alone, not to mention that the power of one person is limited. Even the powerful Order Bureau will eventually choose the path of unity.

"King Solomon is Leviathan's debtor and chosen one. Under the instigation of Leviathan, King Solomon was plotting something, a force that was enough to break the balance of the devils. His actions were exposed, and then he was attacked by the devils, which led to the fall of the Holy City."

Berogo's words were brief, but full of information. Amy was stunned on the spot. After a while, she was not shocked by this, but doubted it.

"No... the time doesn't match."

"What's wrong?"

"The Scorched Earth's Wrath broke out in 1171 of the Rhine calendar, and it was not until six years later that the Holy City fell. If it was because of the Soulless, the devils' reaction would be too slow."

Amy tore off a piece of straw paper and pointed to a line of numbers for Berogo.

"This is not the experimental parameter, but the date of the successful experiment," Emmy explained, "In the year 1151 of the Rhine calendar, the embryo of the soulless was successfully bred."

"And this is nearly thirty years before the fall of the holy city."

Emmy analyzed, "If what you said is correct, then it was not the soulless that really caused the siege of the devils, but King Solomon created something else."

Bologo and Emmy both fell silent, and then Emmy silently packed up the straw paper and documents. It was already difficult for her to decipher this information alone, and she had to bring this information back to the sublimation furnace core.

"Unfortunately, the soulless should have died."

Bologo leaned aside and rubbed his forehead hard, "If they really cultivated the soulless and let the embryo successfully grow into a human, then...then after so many years, even if they didn't die, they should be an old man."

Calculated from the time, it has been nearly a hundred years, and ordinary people may not be able to live so long, let alone the soulless as an experimental subject.

Without souls, that is to say, soulless people cannot be implanted into the alchemical matrix, and they cannot even become condensers.

Blogo could not imagine for the time being what else soulless people could do except prove the purity of human beings... maybe they could be used to trade with the devil. In the eyes of the devil, pure humans should be precious.

"If soulless people can replace existing humans, this may drive the devil out of this world." Blogo murmured.

"But this will also destroy all existing ether technology," Amy said while packing up, "At that time, the devil will not even need to do anything, and those groups that master ether technology will be the first to destroy us."

"Idealism is still too ethereal," Bologg understood what Aimu meant. "Interests can determine the real camp."

"Just keep walking."

Aimu was surprisingly energetic, "We have to go to the next place quickly."

"Where are you going? Do you have any purpose?" Boluogo asked.

Aimu said, “These encrypted texts indirectly mention a strange thing, which scholars call the ‘Starting Scroll’.”

"What is this thing?"

"They didn't say it clearly, but judging from the information revealed, they regarded this thing as some kind of sacred object," Aimu continued. "It is located in the Golden Palace, under King Solomon's throne and above the Well of the Abyss."

"This does sound important," Bologg cheered up and tightened his grip, "Do you think Sachin's authority can take us directly to the Golden Palace?"

Without waiting for Amu to answer, Boluogo responded to himself in his heart, "It should be okay."

From the message, Sachin calls Hill his junior brother, and he competes with him to inherit the name of Wolfgang Gold. It can be seen that Sachin still has a very high status and strength in Raymond Gaiton. Even if He had conflicts with Hill, but at the end of the Fall of the Holy City, he was able to reconcile with him.

Then it should open the way to the Golden Palace.

With this idea in mind, Boluogo checked around the research room for the last time. After making sure that nothing was missing, the snake scale liquid wrapped the information collected by Aimu. Then Aimu and Boluogo overlapped, and the two stood in front of each other. In front of the door of the research room.

"If every time the door opens and closes, it's random. How can scholars determine where they want to go and try again and again?"

Boluogo touched the badge on his collar and said to himself, "Or, before passing through the door of the winding path, silently think about where you want to go in your heart?"

Golden Palace, Golden Palace...

Boluogo muttered repeatedly in his heart. In his mind, Aimu listened helplessly to Boluogo's babble. In such a serious situation, Boluogo's behavior was inexplicably absurd, but it was also a little relaxing.

"The soulless one..."

Aimu was still thinking about all the information he had discovered, and couldn't help but doubt it.

"Can a person really survive without his soul?"

Boluogo plunged into the darkness, running towards the truth in the shadow of history.