The next morning, Yaleriga woke up in the bone-chilling cold. The mountain wind howled like ghosts at night, making it difficult to sleep. The floor of the prison was made of iron bricks with incantations engraved inside. It was as cold as ice at night, and it also prevented the mage from escaping.
Spending three consecutive nights in such a place is enough to cause an ordinary person who has suffered from fear to quickly weaken, become sick from the cold, and finally die miserably. During that process, he had to be lucky enough not to be picked out early by any jailer and end his life on a torture device or on a cliff.
Yaleriga learned from the chats among the jailers that such things often happened, but she had never seen it in the cell where she was. The place where she was, judging from the words of the jailer, was most likely the top of the Overpass Prison at the highest point of the second peak of Princess Mountain. The prisoners here are sent by "adults" from different schools. Although the reasons are different, being imprisoned here means that they are dangerous. Most of them can overcome the harsh environment and die of other reasons. Jailers accounted for only a small part of this, because the "adults" only allowed the jailers to have fun in moderation, not to deliberately kill them. According to what Yaleriga observed, most of the prisoners were for special purposes—including herself.
She thought of Deborah Villar. Last night she dreamed of him, a long and narrow shadow that was scarlet and almost black, with skin as pale as wood-rot fungi. According to legend, that skin color represents the blood of the Trickster, which comes from the same origin as the Felankels of Lion Rock. In the Doomsday Temple, in the Second Peak, and even in the entire Silent School, this bloodline will bring great respect, although it does not represent any talent in itself, nor can it make the holder as deceitful as the Filankels. Guests love it.
That blood will only make people continue to dream, passing through the sea of chaos, leading to the endless abyss where the tricksters float out. Nothing exists there, and nothing exists there. The melting of everything will crush the spirit of the dreamer. In Yaleriga's memory river, which was so long that she could hardly trace it back, such a dream had appeared two or three times. Each time she woke up exhausted and cold.
Fortunately, there was a long chain of transmission between the dreamer and her, and every link in the transmission process tried to forget it. By the time Yaleriga was born, what she inherited from her mother had been wrapped up in layers of the thinking maze built by predecessors: the outermost layer was contemporary, most practical and safe instrumental knowledge; a few steps deeper, What she saw was the information collected by her mother and previous generations during their wanderings. It was rich enough to cope with most situations that a person could encounter in the universe; hidden in the deepest part of the countless forked roads, there was Knowledge that her mother classified as "taboo."
That knowledge, only what Yaleriga knew, included at least two categories. One is the dream of a stranger whose origin is unclear, and the other is undoubtedly the origin memory of her ancestors.
The Originator, the Enabler, the Mother Goddess - named in the context of the Alliance the "Holy Gospel". Those indescribably great creatures, like silk ribbons, like stamens, like webs, like chaos... Their appearance is beyond comprehension, and what remains in Yaleriga's memory is only a layer of dark green and sticky flesh. Must weave a net. The Nasu Net has no physical body and can easily travel through deep space and planets. The lives embraced by them will also be deeply connected by the web, sharing everything the founder knows. The transformation of the body has brought about a qualitative change in spirit, and the beings have inherited some of the characteristics of the founder. During the process of transferring life factors, all the information that has been acquired in the memory organ will also be recorded.
These chosen beings have no rules. Any gender, any species, as long as there is an exchange of life matter in their reproductive forms, the great connector will give them the ability to continue to transmit knowledge. They not only transform the one they embrace, but also give birth to children who inherit the memories of both parties. Compared with the last generations who can only transform their offspring, the first generations in "Paradise" are perfect and almost as powerful as the Mother Goddess.
——Go back to paradise, Yaray.
When she was born, the voice that passed through countless generations spoke. Do not stay in this earthly place, return to the paradise ruled by the Mother Goddess, the holy place of eternal joy for the spirit and body. There, knowledge and happiness are completely equivalent, and the continuation of life is flawless. There are no misunderstandings and prejudices, and everything can be integrated.
But paradise is too far. Compared with that long journey, the star layer covered by the entire alliance is insignificant, like a reed floating in the middle of the river bank. When the first true Evangelist came here, she passed through the edge of the High Spirit Belt, where she lost the ability to transform her followers. The first generation born to her was three in number, and they subsequently separated. Their knowledge is so similar that it makes no sense to travel with each other. Afterwards, all the evangelical tribes also imitated them and never lived with the same kind for a long time.
That is a long and complicated bloodline. Yareliga can trace her roots back to her mother, Melendra, the second daughter of the first generation. Melendra died at the hands of the White Tower mage - or the builder of the White Tower's predecessor - the Silver Staff. During the period before Melendra's death, she went crazy to have fun with the mages and spread the memories that Yaleriga didn't want to look at for a long time. As a result, many mages changed their nature and became her followers and servants.
Her behavior was not out of personal hobbies, but for a clear belief: to return to paradise.
Back to paradise. Find a way back to paradise. Find the First Generation and the Mother Goddess. That's the only way to make them perfect again. The eldest daughter Deborah, the second daughter Melendra, and the third daughter Shalanshila, all the Evangelicals are eager to return to paradise.
That desire is natural. So when Yareliga met Debovilal for the first time, she was so surprised and shocked by the other person's words.
The pale male, like his claimed ancestor Deborah, wore a long scarlet gown. The style of the dress is very classic, even a bit like a skirt. In Yaleriga's memory, that style was favored by the nobles of Filankel in the past, and the color undoubtedly symbolized his ancestor - not the eldest daughter of the first generation, Debovila, but It is her descendant of the same name who founded the Doomsday Temple.
They met on the mountainside and felt something about each other at first sight. Everything after that fell into place, for when they first spoke, Deborah spoke sincerely of his wishes.
"Jarai," he said, "I have no intention of returning to Paradise."
Yaleriga stared at him curiously. She rarely encounters her own kind, but her memory tells her that there will never be a Gospel tribe that doesn't long to go back. But Deborah didn't lie. As he said these words, he looked at her with sincere, affectionate and melancholy eyes.
"We should rebuild paradise here." He whispered like a promise, "Our own paradise, no longer separate like the three sisters, nor slaughter our compatriots like the 'Crimson Vera'. Before the final day comes , we should be reunited together, this is the meaning of the Doomsday Temple."
His pearly white hair trembled in the mountain breeze, making Yaleriga believe that he was indeed the blood of Valar. And there was no pretense in his demeanor and tone, making all the knowledge and experience that Yaleriga had confirmed his honesty. Villar was sincere, sincere then, even after throwing her behind bars. During those thirty-four violent tortures, Yaleriga had gone from anger and mania to calmness and maturity, and she repeatedly examined why she had ended up in this situation. She finally understood that she had been carried away by the desire to return to paradise, and had never carefully considered the fact that Villar was the "blood of Valar".
The eldest daughter, Deborah, is the only one of the three sisters who has the talent of a wizard because of her other mother's blood. She was both an evangelist and a witch, and thus was able to pass on both powers to future generations at the same time. Her daughter inherited the name "Debovilla" according to the custom of witches.
The second Vala was superior to the mother in magical powers. Relying on her extraordinary power, she once became the hope of all the Gospel tribes. In order to find her way to paradise, she opened herself up to the world, and then declared that the final day must come. If they want to escape the endless destruction, they must unite and escape to the paradise of light.
paradise. paradise. This word made the evangelical people rush to her arms. Nearly 90% of the Gospel tribe came to the temple she built, and what greeted them were "dancing demons" made of swords, axes and female body parts. They were dismembered, chopped into pieces, burned, and finally filled the hollow in the center of the sanctuary. When this was done, Deborah descended the steps from the Amyrlin. The blood like a shallow stream painted her dress red, and from then on she could be distinguished from her mother who was made into a "dancing demon". One is the eldest daughter Vera, and the other is "Crimson Vera".
Crimson Vera, she killed all the descendants of the Vera lineage who inherited the characteristics of the Gospel clan, and she eventually disappeared into the cave where the corpses were burned. Her behavior went beyond the limits that the Evangelists could understand. It was the disintegration of intelligence and demonic madness. All of this did not arouse Yaleriga's alarm early on, just because the man who put her in jail - even his name was the masculine form of his ancestor - did not inherit the blood of the Gospel clan at all. Male heirs are inferior in the minds of witches. Their witchcraft skills are low and they are unable to produce powerful heirs, so they can easily be used as consumables. That may not be true, but Deborah Villar is indeed mediocre in witchcraft, and there is absolutely no possibility of hearing the "Voice of the World."
She lay on the cold floor thinking about it, and finally decided that Deborah's madness had nothing to do with the blood of her ancestors, but was just a morbid obsession with "Paradise". He never lied from beginning to end, he was just an incurable mental patient.
When she thought this, there was a movement at the prison door. She knew from the jailer's voice that a big shot was coming, but it wasn't Deborah Villar, but a black-headed man who was tapping the wooden stick.
He is a regular visitor here. Yalayliga quietly listened to the pleasantries between him and Sati. The satyr talked flatteringly to him about a certain prisoner who had been brought in.
"Oh," said Sati, "just this one? You don't have to come in person."
Wu Touweng's voice is always stiff, as if there are bones in his throat. He said in an uncomfortable voice: "He is special. You can't touch him."
This is an unusual "greeting" and can be described as severe. Yaleriga was slightly curious. She sat patiently, listening to the gossip between Aconite and Sati, mentioning "shooting stars" and "ships" intermittently. After a long time, the aconite finally left, and Sati walked towards the cell door humming a tune.
He stopped in front of Yaleriga's cell door intentionally or unintentionally, and put the new prisoner he was dragging into the cell opposite. Before leaving, he winked at Yaleriga who was pretending to sleep, as if he knew she had been stealing. listen. After he left the field of vision, Yaleriga opened her eyes and observed the newcomer opposite.
The first thing that caught her eyes was a patch of red, like Deborah Villar, but much smaller. She blinked and saw clearly that it was the unconscious boy in red. He was motionless, his left arm empty under the sleeve.
