Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 218

Although they call themselves the "Evangelicals," they are not really a "race."

In that unreachable paradise, the beings all have the characteristics of the mother god.All things are eternally and completely assimilated into one.There is no race, form is pure form, and spirit understands each other, "other" and "other" are dead words.

Because of the perfection that is never confused and conflicted, the survivors who are drifting outside can only feel more pain and homesickness.Their hugs can only pass on ideas but cannot create more of their own kind, and they have to use the only remaining reproductive methods to maintain the number.This dilemma continues to this day, until the appearance of the Gospel people of different bloodlines has become very different.

People often confuse Yale Liga with ordinary succubi, and that can't even be judged wrong.Her ancestor, the second daughter, Melendra, was born of the first generation of Evangelists and a male succubus.Different from her sister with a human body and a deer body, Melendra was born with a pair of long horns, almost straight towards the sky, like some kind of crown bestowed by heaven.After she bewitched a large number of mages, the law-seekers who had fallen from the covenant actually crowned her for a time.The holy crown was made of the spire crystal offered by the mages, and it was filled with the souls of the martyrs who were killed.

This is undoubtedly a declaration of war on the secret covenant between the mages.Among their five symbols—crowns, brocades, scepters, reed pens, and golden cups—the "Crown of Wisdom" is considered the honor of mentors and sages.At one time it was only given to the powerful wizards of the White Tower, and later it was used to designate the highest in the conclave of spells.Now, in the context of the alliance era, "the crown wearer" has almost become another reference for the secret alliance mages to the fire stealers.When Melendra claimed the crown of the mages, Eternal proclaimed her inherited knowledge of Paradise above the White Tower.

Yareriga almost believed that to be true, at least, to some extent, that the seekers of the White Tower were also chasing Paradise.Just after Melendra's death, all her descendants with mage blood were hunted down and investigated.The Silver Rod personally led them to the Silver Tower, and finally released them all.There is an obvious gap in the memory of the Silver Tower, and Yale Liga is convinced that this defect is caused by the Silver Rod.The skeletal mage, who had shown an uncommon interest in worldly affairs, had drained—or rather concealed—a memory from the descendants of Melendra's line.After Yale Liga searched repeatedly, she decided that it was the great secret that Melendra used to lure the mages into betrayal.

She guessed, but only guessed, that the secret was "the tapestry of truth."

In the process of the Camarilla mages diligently pursuing the "secret art", many schools influence and conflict with each other, and the intensive study of one school is very likely to lead to extreme ignorance and arrogance of another road.However, in the end, the towers still reached a rough consensus: they firmly believe that the truth of the way of magic lies in the unity of matter and spirit, coordinated through form and intelligence, and ultimately leads to the source of infinite and supreme power.In the supreme law source called "heaven", the harmonious music played by the ten original qualities reverberates, revealing the ultimate truth of the world.And when the No.11 particle in the center—the intelligence of life—is completely filled, the stream of ether gushes out from it, filling the entire universe they are in.

Crown, Wisdom, Understanding, Mercy, Severity, Beauty, Victory, Glory, Foundation, Kingdom, and the most essential "Intellect".Mages see it as the "passage through fire" to the stars.They took the ambition of the former law-weavers as their goal, eager to go directly to the heavens through this road, and witness the endless source of ether and the perfect concept of germination.They describe it as the "Origin of the Secret Arts", "The Book of the World", "The Tapestry of Truth".These namings are not simply elegant titles and praises, but the mages hope to extract the concept from the ether and turn it into a form that can be understood by the world—just as they correspond to the name of October with the ten original qualities, hoping to use it This form connects the entire alliance to the celestial realm of Rationale, protecting it from the overthrow of the etheric tide.

However, that kind of overthrow, in a sense, is exactly what Debovillar wants.He failed to inherit the memory of any ancestors, but was obsessed with his fantasy "Paradise", tirelessly telling Yale Liga his crazy dream: the world will eventually be destroyed by burning stars, only Paradise can survive .In the ashes of everything, the family members of Paradise continue their eternal dreams and bury the seeds of the new era in the soil.There will be the last sanctuary in the apocalypse.

The only thing that attracted Yale Liga in that dream was "Paradise". She never expected the destruction of the old world.Villars, however, paranoidly believed that only the end of the old order could lead to a true Paradise.He spread this thought to everyone around him.Yareriga sometimes finds this absurd.Villar firmly believes that she is a direct descendant of "Crimson Vera", but she can judge the opposite fact from various signs: Villar does not have any blood and ability of the Gospel tribe, and his connection with "Crimson Vera" From another mother of the latter, Lizafa of the Sisterhood of the Dead Lotus.His meager blood of tricksters, as well as the tiny scales on his eyelids, are all symbols of the descendants of the "mother of spiders".

That is to say, although some of the same blood as "Crimson Vera" does flow in Villar's body, it is absolutely impossible to share dangerous knowledge like Melendra.All those who have power but choose to obey him are neither forced by knowledge nor bewitched by spells, but just fall into his constant fantasies and wild dreams.They would rather believe in Villar's blood than reality, or simply believe in the illusion of eternal paradise.But whenever Allerica wanted to laugh at them for it, she remembered that she was the same too.Even after realizing that Villar was crazy, she didn't really hate him until the visionary took something from her.

She swore revenge.But first, the first step, she wants to make a little change in this cell.The timing of that change is not up to her to decide, so she can only wait patiently.

On the second day of the new prisoner's stay, the peculiar sign she was looking forward to appeared.But that was not caused by new prisoners, but came unexpectedly from outside the prison door.

Debovillar came to see her.This happens about once every ten days.A few times when he came, Yale Liga had not recovered from her injuries and could only lie curled up on the ground to rest.Villar would call her name as he used to, with sad, melancholy eyes, and it made her sick.

That day Villars went to the prison door.As usual, he dismissed all the jailors in advance, and brought his four black knight guards, but besides that, there was one more visitor, who silently followed behind Villar.Allerica glanced at him, secretly surprised.

She recognized the new visitor.The ugly, scaly male had been her jailer, a silent and grim lizard.Yale Liga once wanted to use him as a breakthrough to escape from prison, so she had a relationship with him halfway.

To put it bluntly, although the lizard demon who called himself Kumao was rough and disorderly, the experience he brought to Yale Liga was not bad.At the end of the process, Kumao unexpectedly left her body for some unknown reason, and sprinkled it elsewhere in a panic.Because of this, Yale Liga fell short, and failed to know why he joined the Doomsday Church.When he escorted Yale Liga, who was basically uninjured, back into the prison and returned to the other jailers intact, Yale Liga heard the incredible screams of those people.

She knew exactly why Kummao hadn't collapsed like the previous ones - those memories of the trickster's dream were usually well hidden.Only when she was in extreme pain, anger and fatigue, would the terrifying images locked in the deepest part of the maze emerge to the surface of consciousness and be passed on to the person who forced her.At that time, she would always control herself to empty her consciousness, not to think and remember any scenes she saw, but the perpetrators didn't know that the death was coming.

Of the 34 guards she had sex with, only Kumao survived.But his luck didn't last long, and he was soon transferred away by Villar.Yareriga took no chances, was pretty sure Villar knew what was going on between them, and probably wondered what Kummao had gotten from her.Sadly, even Yareriga herself can't figure out what he got because of Kummao's escape at the last minute.She felt that the slow and weird lizard demon must have been killed by Villar, but she didn't expect that the other party appeared in front of her again, and it seemed that she had been promoted.

Villar stood in front of the prison door, the scales around his eyelids shone slightly, reflecting the cold light of metal.Behind him stood the four cast iron guards, and a little further away was Kumao.

"Yalai." Villar said softly, "Are you okay?"

Yareriga had long since passed the stage of questioning the man's mental state.Normally she would fall asleep or spit in the other person's face.But she didn't do it right now, not because of the madman in red, but because she wanted to know what happened to Kumao.She tried her best to sneak a peek at the lizard demon, but the lizard demon just stared straight at the wall in front of him, as if trying to avoid looking at her.

Villars did not mind her indifference and contempt.He rested his hand on the bar outside the prison, just outside the confinement range of the spell, and began to talk about his dreams again and again.Yale Liga has long been tired of hearing it, and knows that the love and enthusiasm in the eyes of this lunatic are just out of the fantasy of paradise, and he regards her as a sustenance prop.

"We should be together." He was still murmuring tirelessly, "You have no reason to reject our dream, you are just angry with me. But it is necessary...it is necessary."

His voice began to arouse Allerica's anger.If she could do anything now, she would cut off the madman's limbs and ride on the lizard in front of him.But the heavy chains on its horns reminded her to stay put, so she just continued to watch the Basilisk out of the corner of her eye, wondering if the lucky one who had been promoted could be of any use to her.She was too focused on her thoughts, and unconsciously filtered Villar's crazy words.

Deboviral didn't seem discouraged by her reaction.He also had the paranoia and patience of a mental patient, and he talked to the air for more than half an hour, and he also mentioned affectionately how he chose ten obedient and clever village girls as maids for Yale Liga, and they had cut off their tongues for training.He still wanted to say more details, when there was movement in the opposite cell.

The new prisoner, the young man in red who called Yarelliga a "demon" tapped the black iron floor with his fingers, as if he was hitting a tune.Villar originally ignored the movement, but for some reason, the rhythm of the boy in red knocking on the ground was always ahead of his words.The beat disrupted Villar's tone and breathing, forcing him to turn his head and walk to the youth's cell door with slow and dangerous steps.

The boy in red looked at the ceiling and continued to knock on the ground with his right hand.The tempo of his tapping slowed as Villars moved beside him, and as soon as Villars was about to open his mouth the tempo beat like a storm.In order for everyone present to hear his words clearly, Villar had to turn up the volume and said in a slightly distorted sharp voice: "What do you want to do?"

The beat pauses.The boy in red gave him a sideways look.

"Noisy," he said.

Villar was silent for a few seconds.Yale Liga guessed that he was reflecting the meaning of the word, and then the boy in red stood up.He walked up to the cell, facing Villarre - in fact he was two and a half heads shorter - and flicked his sleeves arrogantly like the owner of the place.

He looked up at Villars and said, "Ugly. Noisy. Get out."

(End of this chapter)