As Toth told the story, a completely new worldview unfolded before Silas and Lori.
Silas was stunned by the grandeur of the plan to create a god, but what was even more shocking was that the authenticity of the myth was overturned by the facts revealed by Thoth.
"I understand that you need to digest what I just said, but I have to continue.
Because you need to understand one thing, that is, we, the ancient gods, don’t have much time left.”
Toth changed his previous playful attitude and became serious.
“Most of the ancient gods were seriously injured or even died in the war, and those who remained in the world are all sleeping.
The few ancient gods that remain are already doing their best to maintain the seal against the invaders, but the seal is gradually weakening.
Some powers that are difficult for us to control have attached themselves to our ancient gods. As a result, some of them have fallen and are now standing against our efforts to protect this lineage.
We paid a heavy price - cursed offspring.
Kebejete, you are one of them."
Toth cast his gaze on Lori, who looked confused because she had received too much information.
"Me? Is there some curse on me? I've always been fine?"
Lori pointed at her cute face and swung her tail behind her.
"You don't have the lifespan or power of an ancient god, but you only have the position of the goddess of embalming fluid. Don't you find it strange
You have the potential of both Anubis and Ampute, you should be stronger than us."①
Toth looked at the cute Loli, that is, Kebejiet.
"Really? Why do I always seem to be so weak that I can't even beat the vampires?"
Lori asked in confusion, recalling her memories.
"Because the strength in your body is used to resist the power of the curse, your body is no different from that of an ordinary werewolf.
The worst thing is that your power is limited. When your divine position is corrupted by evil, even reincarnation cannot save you.
Do you understand now how terrible the curse on you is?"
Toth had always doted on Kebejete, and he did so because he knew this reason.
"Then how can I help her?"
An idea flashed in Silas' eyes, and then he resolutely turned his gaze to Thoth, the god of wisdom.
"I have no idea."
Thoth replied helplessly:
"Maybe I know, but I don't know.
Before Ra fell asleep, he left a message that it was humans who would change the fate of the ancient gods, so over the years, I have been guarding Yalu with Anubis and watching over the reincarnation of mankind.
The only one who is truly connected to the fate of the Ancient Gods is you."
Silas fell silent for a moment. Then he lowered his head and said softly,
"I will find a way to remove the curse on her."
"Are you willing to do it even at any cost?"
Thoth looked at Silas with a serious expression.
"Well, if that person has to be me, this should be a burden I carry on my own shoulders."
After Silas answered firmly, Toth blew a breath towards Lori.
Lori's soul slowly fell into a deep sleep, and Toth said softly,
"Don't worry, she's just asleep.
You will be traveling alone for the rest of your journey.”
Silas nodded slightly, and Thoth shouted into the void,
"Anubis, get to work."
A furry animal claw stretched out from the void, grabbed Silas' soul, and gently crumpled it into a ball.
"Wash away all memories?"
Anubis' voice came from the void and asked Thoth.
“Well, what happens next is beyond my control.
The success or failure is up to him."
Thoth said helplessly.
"Do you need to transfer the memory of Silver Spoon?"
Anubis asked.
"No need. When he realizes it himself, he should make the right choice."
Upon hearing this, Anubis cast Silas' soul into the human world.
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In this world, it is already the year 1888, known as the Year of the Three Emperors.
It was a night with a full moon hanging high in the sky. The sound of insects could be heard outside the window, and a young couple was talking to each other in bed, which made people envy.
"Clara, you are so beautiful, especially under the moonlight. Your skin is like the finest white jade, and what I am most addicted to is the fragrance of your hair that is like pine resin."
“Alois, you always have such a sweet mouth.
Thank God for letting me meet you.
This is a gift from the Holy Light."
Gentle Clara gently stroked her belly, which was already slightly bulging, and at this moment, a big hand that they could not see placed Silas' soul into it.
A quiet white stork stood on the fir tree outside the window, staring at the scene quietly with its scarlet eyes.
It spread its wings that seemed to have eyes and flew into the sky, waiting for the birth of the baby in its belly.
It has experienced the vast sky, flown away from the flock with frosty wings, crossed the coast, and sailed across the sky. It has spent hundreds of years and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, covered in dust, and will soon meet its destined person.
But who knows that in this life, all we can do is stare in vain, feeling sad and heartbroken.
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The drinkers in the Ice Flame Bar were all excited about Hoover's return home and congratulated the two sweet couples who had returned.
Joe Butran was waiting alone upstairs in the bar.
The mouse has been out for most of the day, but has not come back yet.
Normally, it would only take two or three hours to get from the Ice Flame Bar to the Cyclops, but the extra time made Jobtran feel a little uneasy.
"Could it be that the infiltration of the Evil Eye Servant has exceeded my expectations?"
Joe Butran always felt that something was wrong, but it would definitely be an even more unwise choice to rashly go out and expose himself on the street.
The waiting time was very hard to endure, and anxiety filled Jobtran's heart.
The ants crawling by the window formed a neat line, carrying bread crumbs that they had gnawed into small pieces.
The actions of these ants attracted Jobtran's attention, but in the next second, the ants' queue was disrupted, and two words were formed on the window: Go.
Suspicious Jobtran frowned and rubbed his eyes. After making sure that what he saw was not an illusion, he walked to the window and observed carefully.
There were a few people standing under the tree outside the window, chatting idly, but from time to time they looked towards their windows.
This kind of shabby surveillance method is obviously not what professionals do, but it is self-evident why one is being monitored.
This must be a warning from the elves on the island, but the message to leave quickly made Jobtran hesitate.
What's the next step? Should he wait for rescue, go to the Bureau alone, or leave on the Cyclops
What worries Jobtran is whether the archive room's defense can hold out until rescue arrives. And if the archive room is breached and one of Fabia's clones is killed, how will the other clones react
He thought about it over and over but couldn't find an answer, and what he didn't know was that the Katla volcano was brewing at this time.
The cute little elves were carrying small pieces of stones on their backs. They were shouting "hey xiu hey xiu" and working hard to carry the stones and throw them into the crater.
The words "hurry up" appear in every kind-hearted family. This is a reminder from the elves to the people on the island.
Some people don't take it seriously, while others, like Jobtran, look at these two words and think about them.
With a series of earthquakes, Katla volcano began to erupt on a small scale.
The elves held hands and danced in the air above the volcano.
They helplessly watched their beloved earth slowly being covered by lava, and the blue sky slowly being covered by thick dust.
The green grassland was burned by volcanic rocks, and the ice and snow melted into boiling steam due to the high temperature.
They sang sad songs. In order to protect this beloved island, they had to purify this place in this way.
The elves knew better than anyone that the evil on the island had been shrouding the entire island in darkness, and all they could do before was to wait and watch.
They understand that the destruction at this moment is only temporary, and the vegetation will slowly grow again as the lava cools. As long as they are still on the island, life will reappear.
The volcanic ash erupted from the Katla volcano contained a large amount of extremely fine stones and crystal powder, but the direction of its eruption was not to spread all over the island, but to spray towards the location of the Investigation Bureau.
In the process, it is inevitable that the lives of some civilians will be affected, but this is also unavoidable damage.
The people who were monitoring outside the window turned pale when they saw the thick smoke rising into the sky, and immediately left in the direction of the Investigation Bureau, which gave Jobtran a chance to escape.
He immediately ran downstairs with his bag and shouted to the drinkers and the Hoover Berthas,
"The Katla volcano has erupted. Take shelter at the port."
The drunk guests turned pale upon hearing this and rushed out staggeringly.
Hoover and Bertha looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"
Joe Butran slammed the wooden bar and shouted at the two men.
Hoover shook his head slightly.
"We'll stay here. If that kid Neil comes back, there'll be no one here, and we'll never be able to find him again."
Upon hearing this, Joe Butron gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I'll go look for it for you.
If the rat comes back, the two of you will follow it and seek refuge on the Cyclops.
I'll take him aboard if I find him, okay?"
Bertha gratefully grasped Jobtran's hands.
"Thank you so much. We have an old horse at the door. You can take it with you. It will be faster than walking."
“Three hours.
If I don't come back within three hours, you will seek shelter immediately."
Jobtru rolled his eyes and said no more.
He went out and mounted his horse in one go. Everyone wanted to get as far away from him as possible, but Jobtran rode away from them, going in the opposite direction.
The horse was running fast and panting, but Joet Brown had no way of sympathizing with the horse's efforts.
They rushed straight to the foot of the mountain of the white-headed old man, but found new traces of fighting near the Investigation Bureau.
After entering from the entrance, several bodies with extremely tragic deaths were found. They were all wearing different clothes, but all of them were wearing the identification badges of the Investigation Bureau.
"Have the people who escaped earlier returned to fight?"
Jobtran said to himself.
Walking inside, there were flashes of blood visible to the naked eye outside the archive room.
Some young children cried out,
"No! Don't kill me!"
They were surrounded by hundreds of evil eye servants in the middle of the magic circle.
The fallen children all had a cut on the artery in their neck, and their blood would be absorbed by the magic circle, forming foul blood arrows that attacked the door of the archive room.
The protection on the gate became weaker due to the bombardment of blood arrows, and the resentment of the children attached to the blood arrows further corroded the already thin protective layer.
Fabia, wearing glasses, knelt quietly in the archive room, chanting a spell to maintain this layer of protection, but she was already at the end of her strength.
Her hoarse voice and pale face revealed her fragility at the moment.
The remnants of the Investigation Bureau who had successfully counterattacked were now in a relatively passive defensive state. They held up tower shields forged from pieces of mithril, struggling to block the deadly rays shot by the evil eye waiter.
Some of the tower shields had holes that were charred or even pierced by the rays, and it was obvious that their defense was in a very bad state.
Several investigators dressed like medieval wizards chanted some offensive spells, forming some fireballs or ice cones and shooting them in the direction of the evil eye waiter.
The evil eye servants hit by the spell fell to the ground with screams, but the following evil eye servants would fill their position within a few seconds.
The two sides were in a stalemate, but the arrival of Joe Butran broke this situation.
After entering from the entrance, he hid near one of the bunkers. Without hesitation, he raised the annihilation gun he had snatched from the ancient one and pulled the trigger in the direction of the evil eye waiter.
The gray rays were inconspicuous. Before some evil eye waiters could react, the gray rays had already penetrated through.
The sweeping blow caused a large number of evil eye servants to fall to the ground. After being swept by the annihilating energy beam, they looked at their bodies in disbelief as they turned into dust and gradually shattered and dissipated.
A big hole appeared in the formation of the evil-eyed servants, and the one who barely survived shouted,
"A sneak attack!"
The morale of the remnants of the Investigation Bureau hiding behind the tower shield was immediately boosted when they heard the sound.
They thought that the distress signal they sent out had received a response, perhaps it was a rescue mission from other branches.
"Reinforcements are coming!"
Jobtran's shot made them ready to abandon their defense and charge towards the Evil Eye Servant's formation.
The passive defense method made several investigators who were proficient in progress very angry. It would be best if they could turn defense into offense, so at this time, Jobtran gritted his teeth and rushed out helplessly.
“I’m the only one!”
Jobtran shouted, dodging the rays fired by the evil eye waiter with a few nimble rolls.
"What?!"
One of the front-line warriors who was about to remove the tower shield was stunned, and this fatal mistake took his life.
A thick scarlet ray shot towards the warrior at high speed. The tower shield's defense was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this ray.
The penetrating rays passed through the chest, and the warrior and a mage behind him found in disbelief that a huge hole had appeared in their chests.
The fall of two fighters put the advantage that had just been restored into crisis again.
There were not many remaining members of the Investigation Bureau to begin with, and now the situation was even more desperate.
Because that thick ray of light was emitted by the high priest who was sitting here.
He walked out gracefully from the formation of evil eye servants, holding a bright red staff and raising his hands high.
The evil eye servants stopped firing one after another, even those who were responsible for slaughtering the children stopped what they were doing.
"Hey, you little bug who escaped from my hand, welcome back to die."