Chapter 124

The ancient chroniclers took great risks in divination, but the final key words were confusing.

What is a thick golden granular, full and sweet stick?

It sounds like corn?

But no one's stupid enough to really think it's corn.

After all, this is a clue obtained by a mysterious demigod divination.

According to the common sense of mysticism known to beginners, the characteristics of divination are like this. The more troublesome and dangerous things are, the more fragmented and vague the information is.

What's more, things like corn that can be seen everywhere can't be expressed in this fragmented way. Wouldn't it be good to say the word 'corn' directly?

Next, it is up to people to piece together these clues, or repeat divination and ask more detailed questions on the basis of these clues.

For example, at present, ancient recorders can continue to divine "how thick is this stick?"‘ Is golden yellow the color of metal? " And so on.

After getting the answer in this way, I repeatedly summarize the clues to get the final truth, which is a little like playing a little game of 'who am I'.

In theory, the more times you do divination, the more clues and keywords you get, and the more accurate the final conclusion you can deduce.

But it is obviously difficult to carry out such an action at the moment, which is too easy to be noticed by the opponent.

This is the time to test the strength and experience of the diviner. He must get more critical questions through fewer questions in order to get really valuable clues.

"The other party still doesn't notice my action, and I can perform divination for 1-2 times."

"But this will certainly increase my risk of being found. Although the other party does not seem to have fallen, extreme behavior is likely to lead to adverse results..."

Whispered the paleontologist.

After thinking for a while, the honor witness asked several saints nearby:

"What do you think of these clues?"

"I think the clues of stick like object and golden color should all point to the legendary 1-001 holy object. Are they describing its shape? The back is sweet and full, and should point to a certain position?"

A saint said first.

"The stick may also be a tower or an airship. It may be granular. These are describing the holy thing?"

Another Saint put forward a different opinion.

"I think these clues probably don't point to the holy thing. Maybe they are describing a place? A Canyon? A golden Canyon full of gravel?"

Everyone was expounding their views, and only Orianna didn't speak.

She was still a little unconvinced.

Do I think this is corn alone? Is it corn anyway?

But she didn't dare to say that. She was afraid to be regarded as a stupid woman with only corn in her mind

If so, for her who has never been in love, it is tantamount to social death.

As a diviner, the ancient chronicler also said nothing. In fact, in his opinion, these people's brain holes are too outrageous, and their lack of in-depth understanding of mystics is certainly not helpful.

He can't help it. These days, everyone is more interested in the more comprehensive twisted system. The direction of the mysterious system is too small.

Finally, after a brief discussion with some mystical scholars around him, he set the next question as "the position of this stick?"

This is a regular question, but if you can get an effective answer, it will determine the thinking and direction of the next question.

According to this question, he started the next round of divination from noumenon.

Of course, according to the Convention, before he started, he still used divination to 'see if' this move would cause any danger.

Finally, I got several key words about "be careful", which means there will be no danger, but I still need to be careful.

Considering that his opponent seemed to remain sober and the results of divination were more optimistic, he couldn't help but be a little bold. He made more efforts in formal divination, polished his eyes and tried to find a deeper result.

Before his eyes appeared a somewhat hazy and fuzzy mountain, shrouded in darkness and fog.

"See... I see again..."

"Is this... A mountain?"

"How majestic... How majestic..."

Although he only saw a very vague picture, he made the demigod produce some unspeakable awe in his heart. He felt like a small mole ant crawling at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the whole world.

There were no more pictures after that, and the pictures he saw were finally fixed in this scene.

"No... not enough..."

Perhaps because of instinctive curiosity, perhaps because the situation is really urgent, or perhaps because the mountain is dignified but not dangerous. In short, the ancient chronicler decided to take a risk and peep into the mountain with a sharper line of sight.

The picture in front of me finally changed. The fog around the mountain slowly dispersed and the surrounding light gradually became bright.

There was still no danger, and there was no warning in his heart.

So he planned to kick his nose and face, didn't discuss with others, and directly asked the third question by divination.

"Where is this?"

The picture in front of me changed again, the fog became lighter and lighter, the light became brighter and brighter, and the lines of the mountains became clearer and clearer.

The ancient chronicler's heart pounded and felt that he was close to the truth!

His uncontrollable thirst for knowledge made him no longer satisfied with simple peeping, but chose to look directly and boldly.

The fog was very thin, the light was as bright as day, and the looming peaks were about to appear completely in front of him.

He even vaguely saw a human figure.

"I see you!"

The tone of the ancient recorder became excited.

Finally, the mountain appeared completely in front of him.

"Wait, what's wrong..."

Hidden under the fog, it is not a mountain at all.

But a huge symbol that looks as magnificent as a mountain.

The whole symbol consists of a simple circle and three short lines. It looks like a person with simple strokes, but it only has the upper body and is a bit like a badminton

"What is this..."

Ancient recorders try to organize their thoughts and ponder the meaning of this symbol.

But the next second, he felt a wave of overwhelming pressure rolling towards himself

"No! No! No! Save..."

His separation and noumenon sent out a cry of despair at the same time.

Then, the split instantly disappeared in place.

The audience was stunned. They didn't react to what had happened.

Another demigod honor witness came back first and asked in an incredible tone:

"The separation is invalid? No... this is not invalid... But... Annihilated?"

"How is this possible?!"

Demigod level separation and Saint level separation are not a concept at all. They can not only be controlled remotely, but also speak and do many things. They can even give full play to the full strength and combat power of a demigod, which can be regarded as the demigod noumenon.

Even if you encounter an evil god, you can draw two moves as long as you don't deliberately die.

But is such a strong split that disappeared quietly in the blink of an eye?

And there was no fluctuation of power, and I didn't even know what had happened.

The honor witness temporarily put down his separation, began to perceive far away in the noumenon of the imperial capital, and explored the ancient difficult recorder in the same deep truth tower.

The body of the ancient recorder is a middle-aged man who looks only in his 50s. He wears a gorgeous nightgown and looks like an ordinary rich man.

But at this time, he kept wailing and rolling in a beautiful large bedroom, leaving two lines of blood and tears in his eyes, his hands were blurred, and his mouth shouted intermittently:

"Please... Forgive... Disrespect..."

"Beg... Don't... Vent your anger..."

"I would like to... Crawl... At my feet... Offer..."

All the scholars around him looked stunned and confused. They didn't know what the demigod adult had met. They suddenly poked their eyes and rolled around.

This situation looks like a serious mental pollution.

But it's not very similar. After all, it's a demigod. Even in the face of evil gods, it also has a certain resistance. It shouldn't be like this inexplicable loss of heart and madness.

And he didn't seem completely crazy. He seemed to maintain a certain rationality, but he kept begging for something.

"What on earth did he see?"

The honor witness suddenly felt a chill on his back and his sense of vigilance filled up in an instant.

At that moment, he also noticed something wrong.

"Who is it?!"

He suddenly looked at an empty space and shouted.

"Hee hee... I thought it could be hidden longer."

In the air of the open space, a hoarse and sharp voice came out, and then a figure slowly emerged.

No, to be exact, it's just a robe floating in mid air.

The color of that robe is a kind of black that doesn't seem to be dyed by human beings. It is so deep that it seems to swallow all light.

Wearing a hood on his head, there is a pattern interwoven with hollows in the middle of his chest, circle by circle, like a vortex, and a pair of white gloves are hung at the sleeve position.

In addition, the fierce mountain wind kept blowing, which made the black robe inflated because of inflation. It looked a little like

Mosquito repellent frog?

But obviously, this is also a demigod's split. Only the faint pressure emanating from him made the sweat of the saints opposite stand upright and dare not act rashly.