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Chapter 259 258. Knowledge Beacon

Therefore, this world only seems safe, but no one knows what events will hit them in the next second...

So fucking fucked!

Lloyd cursed a few words in his mind, feeling indignant at the painter's misfortune.

Although the two of them didn't even agree on their names, the other party always remembered their original promise and brought over the final painting.

Lloyd took another look at the artist's last work. After thinking about it, he picked up nails and hammers, took off the painting, and hung it in the lounge next to it to avoid it being stained by his study of rituals. .

Even if the outsiders couldn't appreciate the painting, Lloyd wanted to preserve it properly.

After that, he returned home and didn't really want to cook, so he went out and brought back dinner for two.

Ifrol came back late today, and Lloyd collapsed on the sofa, waiting for his sister while reading the street novel in his hand.

But maybe it was because the novel wasn't very good to read. As he read it, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Then, Lloyd came to a strange military camp.

There are bunkers and trenches arranged in all directions here, and hundreds of soldiers are walking around and busy, seeming to be preparing for an important battle.

The clothes they were wearing were of a style that Lloyd had never seen before, and they looked a bit retro; the weapon they were holding was a strange-looking spear, which looked a bit like a staff that could perform physical attacks.

And in the far distance of this battlefield, there are tall towers, tall and majestic, like pillars supporting the sky above, supporting the gray sky above.

But the distance was too far, and Lloyd couldn't see the specific style of the tower. He only knew that it was not the same style as the twisted spire he was familiar with. Its general outline was more like that of the Sanctuary of Refusal.

At this time, Lloyd heard a majestic order coming from behind, using a dialect that he couldn't understand at all.

Looking back, I saw a tall and powerful knight in armor giving orders in a language he didn't understand.

This knight looks to be nearly three meters tall. The armor on his body is all silver-white, with smooth and smooth lines, and a close-fitting design. The structure looks like a science fiction on earth, and it looks like some kind of high-tech creation.

There is a pair of 'V'-shaped crystals on the visor, which are dark red and flash in and out with the knight's breathing, like a breathing lamp.

However, there are some classical-style edges and decorations on the shoulders, elbows, knees, etc. There is also a emblem on the chest, giving the entire armor a classical sci-fi style.

Following the knight's orders, the soldiers in the camp also took their positions. Everyone found their own bunker, then set up the spear in their hands and aimed into the distance as if they were holding a gun.

The knight took out a two-handed heavy sword from his shoulder and inserted it into the soil in front of him. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and looked into the distance.

That sword felt very familiar to Lloyd, just like the sword that the painter wanted to show him at the last moment of his life.

If it were more damaged, with more rust and blood stains, it would be basically the same...

But the artist's work looks like an unrecognizable mosaic to the naked eye...

Lloyd didn't think much at this time, and quickly followed the knight's line of sight and looked into the distance.

Under each giant tower, a lot of densely packed, dark things are gathering, like a brewing black tsunami that will sweep over at any time.

At this critical moment when the war was about to break out, Lloyd's vision suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything, as if he was falling asleep normally.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he felt something soft and fragrant gently patting his cheek, and he also smelled a familiar smell in his nose, the smell of his sister.

Lloyd slowly opened his eyes and saw Everol's emerald-green eyes, very close to him, full of anxious and worried eyes, and crystal tears brewing...

Seeing her brother open his eyes, Everol quickly exclaimed:

"Xiao Yi, are you awake? How are you? Are you sick? As soon as I came back, I saw you lying motionless on the sofa. It really scared me to death!"

"Huh? No? I seemed to have fallen asleep just now?"

Lloyd was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow, and then remembered the weird dream just now.

"Eh? But you never sleep at this time?"

Everol was still very worried. She stroked her brother's cheek with her hand, then pressed her forehead against his to check Lloyd's temperature.

"Well... I don't have a fever, so is there anything else that makes me feel uncomfortable?"

"No, no, it's just that I was a little tired from work today, so I took a nap. It's okay. Don't worry, sister."

Lloyd quickly comforted his sister and took her to the dining table to eat dinner first.

During the dinner, the two chatted, but Lloyd was somewhat absent-minded, still thinking about the previous dream.

He was basically certain that the strange dream was caused by the painter's painting.

That painting is actually a [beacon] that transmits knowledge, it can also be called a [lighthouse]...

To put it simply metaphorically, if forbidden knowledge is a poisonous moth in the dark, then the painting is a candlelight in the dark, attracting these deadly moths to the flame.

Of course, not everyone can light this 'candle'. Those two investigators who can't read paintings will be very safe. They don't even think there's anything wrong with this 'candle', it's just ugly and ugly. Just curious. But I can see it. On the one hand, it is because my inspiration is high enough; on the other hand, it may also be because I have always been a literary young man with great artistic attainments.

It may even be because during this period of time, I just needed a little forbidden knowledge to complete the [Transcendence] in the [Distortion] system, and I subconsciously had some desire for this thing...

Lloyd summed it up in his mind.

And his understanding of the [Knowledge Beacon] did not come from textbooks or someone's notes. It happened to be the content recorded on the taboo knowledge he received in his mind during his previous dream...

It's a bit like waking up from a nap and suddenly realizing that you have a brain.

However, this knowledge is relatively fragmented and unsystematic. Only part of it roughly describes the concept and use of [Knowledge Beacon]. It is very brief. More in-depth and detailed content has not yet grown up in my mind.

As for the remaining parts, they are even more fragmented. There is no way to interpret them yet, but they have not been swept into the 'recycle bin' in the mind. They are just hanging there, like a cloze on a test paper. Waiting for the follow-up to be completed.

And Lloyd also roughly figured out what happened to the painter through these fragments of knowledge that could be interpreted.

First of all, it is certain that the painter did not intentionally do it to harm himself.

Because [Knowledge Beacon] is most of the time the product of a 'flash of inspiration' and 'a clever hand'. If you really want to make it manually, the process will be quite complicated and troublesome, and it is also very dangerous.

With that painter's ability, he definitely couldn't do it.

This is what the incomplete knowledge in Lloyd's mind told him.

Therefore, the artist should have accidentally come up with an idea about swords, typed out a draft, and unfortunately formed the [Knowledge Beacon]. Then he was invaded by forbidden knowledge, and his rationality gradually lost, and he could only scribble in the coloring stage. painted.

Until the end, he died at home...

Sigh... If I had known better, I wouldn't have asked you to draw any swords. I should have followed my heart and asked you to draw some beautiful young barefoot girls...

After Lloyd thought clearly about the cause and effect, he couldn't help but blame himself.

But he couldn't care less about blaming himself too much. He couldn't help but recall the situation at that time and realized that this kind of situation where he was instilled with forbidden knowledge while sleeping was really dangerous.

After he fell asleep, the panel could not operate normally, and the mental pollution caused by forbidden knowledge could only be sustained by physical fitness.

This made Lloyd feel scared in his heart.

Fortunately, he opened the panel to check his own status, and then used [Enhanced Detection] to check his sister's status. Nothing happened.

And I did not receive any reminder of mental pollution. I only received reminders related to obtaining those scattered pieces of knowledge, and it was only after I woke up that a series of [ding~ding~ding~] started.

But Lloyd could roughly feel that he was suffering from mental pollution at that time, but they flowed into the distance before they had time to drive him crazy.

If nothing else, that is the direction of the Elolo that he longs for.

The mental pollution he suffered while sleeping was helped by the immature saint, Airolo, to bear it.

It was like he was helping her share the mental pollution while she was sleeping.

For a moment, Lloyd was filled with emotion. If he hadn't rescued Elolo, he might have been admitted to a mental hospital.

Thank you, it’s better to be my Elolo...

Lloyd gave Elolo a thumbs up in his heart, but he was looking through the stories about weird derivatives that his sister had specially collected for him.

Hmm... If it's false at first glance, there's no need to use [Divination and Divination].

Moreover, the writing is ugly, and they should all be useless manuscripts that will not be included...

So Lloyd made an excuse to go back to his room and read a book, but in fact he entered the [Thinking Realm] a little early and went to visit Elolo.

Don't get into trouble because of this!

Following Lloyd's whispered prayer, his vision blurred for a while, and then he crossed thousands of miles and [sneaked in] to Elolo's side.

Fortunately, Elolo's condition seemed to be okay. He was lying on the sofa and fell asleep. There was a fashion magazine in front of him. It seemed that he fell asleep while reading it.

This actually made Lloyd sigh a lot of relief.

　I wish you all a Happy New Year!

　　Please also allow me to be a little lazy today. After taking a break, I can only update two chapters.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)