I have a long-lived pawn shop.

The next day, the plan jointly laid out by the Vatican and the Emperor began to unfold.

The relaxed atmosphere in Yalai was instantly swept away, and all the nobles restrained their relaxed attitudes, fearing that they would anger Emperor Odin, who had high hopes for certain things.

The palace maids finally became decorations in the real sense. In the past, they would collect as much private information as possible from the powerful and wealthy, especially the emperor. Now they are silent as a mouse, fearing that a vortex will surge out of His Majesty's palace and tear apart anything that stands in its way.

Count Monti's return was like a drop of water merging into the sea, silently. The prying eyes quickly dissipated after touching the royal guards inside the door. Wei Xi was able to quietly read in the library. Letters and briefings slid out of the pigeon cage one by one, like a light and calm farewell.

She was indeed saying goodbye to a kind of life.

The information the Pope gave her was very valuable. Wei Xi was now looking at the structure and operation diagram of the steam soldier.

It was an earlier model, only two meters tall. The metal giant carried a heavy serrated sword on his back, and the brass nozzle behind his shoulder spewed out thick white steam. The black mask was engraved with the emblem of an eagle and a moon.

The structure inside is even more complicated, with countless miniaturized power-assisted machines running smoothly, driven by professional fuel mixed with special minerals. The mechanical core is located in the middle of the body, and countless fine wires spread from it to the entire body. The neural interface is connected to the human brain, eliminating the shackles and rigidity of the machine. The psychic matrix on the core is engraved intricately and neatly, ensuring that this metal dead object has a speed and power far beyond that of humans.

It is hard to imagine who created this thing. Although its shape is extremely beautiful and crafted, no one will appreciate its beauty at first glance. People will only step back because of the danger and carefully observe this bloody skin that seems to have been peeled off from the devil.

Wei Xi found the explanation for the vitality crystal in the hand-drawn map - "the remains of the gods, the firewood of the past", and then he realized that it had the same origin as the precious relics of the gods that the Silver Moon Church and the Tree-Born Sect treasured, but it was of a lower rank and slightly more in number. However, no matter how many there were, it was still a strategic resource that was extremely cherished between countries.

Don’t underestimate the fact that the Kafa Empire and the Korba Federation have a large number of steam combat soldiers, and they can even form legions to confront and contain the enemy.

This is because they have obtained most of the legacy of the Silver Moon Church and the Tree Cult, and have mastered the most mechanical core resources and sophisticated psychic matrix technology, which enables them to industrially produce combat steam soldiers for use in wars and resource plundering.

In addition, the Kafa Empire and the Korba Federation have the Perpetual Motion Research Institute and the Mechanical Research Institute, as well as the largest number of research universities.

New encryption equipment and communication equipment are supplied to the military of these two countries first, and most of those circulating on the market are obsolete versions that are simply not enough to capture the military's encrypted communications.

They have overwhelming control over military force and communications, so this continent is completely the back garden of the two countries, and other small countries are just struggling to survive in the cracks between the big countries.

Wei Xi recorded the necessary knowledge in the memory palace and finally showed a very strange expression.

If a younger servant from the mansion was present, he would probably have mistaken it for a vague smile, but to attribute it to complete wariness and disgust towards war would not be entirely accurate.

In just a few months, the land of that small country will be transformed from a field where flocks of white birds fly to a bloody and hot battlefield, with artillery fire and corpses everywhere. Large numbers of soldiers will enter the treacherous woodland plains to fill these gaps, guns in hand, lives hanging by a thread.

Even though she had done a lot of things and made preparations in advance, when the time came, she still needed to improvise and fill those sudden "traps".

But this is also a way of life she has become accustomed to. For her, observing and thinking are as natural as breathing and drinking water.

Wei Xi put the materials away and picked up the book that Todd Rod had given him personally.

Psychic Powers Explained

This time it was not a cursory glance. As he turned the pages, he could see that the handwritten ink had not faded at all. When Wei Xi ran his fingers over it, he could feel the obvious bumps and depressions. Although it looked yellow and brittle, it actually felt soft and smooth.

It was not ordinary paper, and it was much older than Wei Xi had imagined. The records on it were complicated and disordered. She hesitated for a moment, and while "looking" with her eyes, she slowly guided her mind to touch the pages.

She couldn't have done it, but the now-ineffective secret potion gave her a chance.

If a person first opens up a path in the wilderness, he will have a much smoother journey the second time even without a guide.

As the invisible and intangible spiritual tentacles approached, the obscure and disorganized words and the abstract and complicated graphics in the book gradually turned into vivid pictures in Wei Xi's eyes.

She seemed to have seen the era before the Dark Ages: all kinds of twisted lights and folded curves, eagle-faced gods flying in the sky, roaring giant eyes, trees covered with tentacles and suckers, scattered white stairs and doors, and deep red vortices inside the doors, and the gorgeous aurora sea of ​​stars.

The Valkyrie in white robes was blessed by the Silver Moon. A white torrent gathered around her, and a faint vortex appeared in the sky, as if a storm was taking shape bit by bit.

The gray enemy army that had not yet approached was completely crushed by the vortex, and the monsters in the inner circle were immediately pushed to the outside and annihilated without a trace in the vortex.

Until the day of the gods' death, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and thick smoke covered the sky like a steaming sea of ​​​​smoke. Rumbling sounds were brewing in the belly of the mountain, like bursts of thunder, and the earth was reflected in blood-red. Every long river of lava was like a blood vessel, pumping boiling lava to the end of the world.

The picture freezes.

All kinds of bizarre scenes that were beyond the imagination of mortals were like a rushing river, washing over Wei Xi's soul.

The rituals and knowledge in the history before the Dark Age also revealed a little bit in front of her, filling the classified rooms in the memory palace.

The memory palace is a common method of mental storage among trained people - building a space in the mind to store important information and memories.

This method of memory can effectively memorize large and complex materials. More importantly, it can reduce the confusion between fantasy and reality and avoid falling into a state of confusion.

Wei Xi read as much of "Detailed Explanation of Psychic Power" as possible, then closed it with a snap.

She felt severe pain in her temples. She took a deep breath and placed one hand on her forehead to suppress the sharp pain.

Just a small part of the knowledge of the Century of Gods was enough for her to digest until the end of the world progress.

There is a threshold for learning knowledge in the Age of Gods, and people need to use their own knowledge and willpower to avoid the risks that come with progress.

If this book did not record mostly low- to mid-level rituals, and if the power of the gods had not long since disappeared, she would have been shocked by the gaze of the gods simply by reading the steps of the rituals.

Although there are one or two high-level rituals in the appendix that are seriously beyond the scope, they are basically incomplete and there is no possibility of successfully performing them.

Wei Xi took out a pen and paper, hesitated in the memory palace for a moment, and chose the name of the ceremony as "The Gift of the Generous".

Most of the rituals have to be performed by psychics, but the prayer-type ones can be directed to ordinary people. "The Gift of the Generous" is also a prayer-type ritual, which is why Wei Xi can use it now.

If it were any other ritual, even if Wei Xi had mastered the correct steps, it would have been difficult to succeed.

It's not just the technical difficulties, the more important reason is that most of the existing public ceremonies are non-prayer types, and the high-level ceremonies have strict requirements on materials. After the death of the gods, many materials disappeared without a trace, and the initiation ceremony is even more ridiculous.

While Wei Xi was experimenting, he would occasionally make a few sketches on paper. When his deduction was almost complete, he would tear off the paper, take out the brass lighter, and flames would rise. As the paper fell, it was quickly burned to ashes, turning into a light grey powder like velvet, which gently fell into the silver plate on the table.

The original process of "Gift of the Generous" is to offer items within the range of the ritual diagram to a "Wanderer" in the Age of Gods and pray for something needed. Once the value of the item is lower than the prayer, the subsequent changes cannot be controlled by humans.

But now that the gods have fallen, the "Wanderer" has long since turned into a pile of dirt somewhere. Wei Xi modified the ritual and set the recipient of all supplies to herself. In this way, the more precious the offerings are, the more she can get, but the greater the risk.

There are no fixed items, only one thing is necessary - a part of the supplicant.

Wei Xi rang the bell directly to ask the maid to help, and went to look for things in the warehouse. Her talent was also activated at this time. After filtering out hundreds of failed futures, Wei Xi selected several most suitable materials for starting the ceremony.

The Monti family had been wealthy for generations, and the population was simple. In fact, every Monti earl was very keen on collecting rare things. Wei Xi found all the items he wanted in the carved and inlaid box without any surprise -

Crystal rose, Cadis insect soul, iceberg giant heart, phantom butterfly specimen, Donic divine gem, Minerva flower juice, and a mithril chain with citrine.

These are ancient artifacts from the Age of Gods, and their richness is probably second only to that of the palace and the church.

Sera held the box, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Philip, who didn't learn his lesson, stood at the door watching the fun. Wei Xi was annoyed by him, so he threw him a gold pocket watch decorated with aquamarine and asked someone to take him to the game room on the fourth floor, which had a complete set of fashionable musical instruments and a record player, enough for him to kill time.

"Don't worry." Wei Xi suddenly tilted his head and looked deeply at Sera, "I will be fine."

Sera pursed her lips: "I know, miss."

She believed her and tried to understand all of Abigail's actions.

It is so difficult to understand each other, but the most beautiful buds will only bloom on fertile soil, and absolute trust can only be built on understanding, even if it is only for a moment.

Back in the library, Sera drove away all the servants and stood guard at the door with two guards.

Wei Xi drew the curtains, turned on the gas lamp, and cleared the table. Only the materials needed for the ceremony were placed on the cherry wood surface.

She held a dagger in her hand and cut off her waist-length hair with one clean stroke.

The supplicant's part is there.

If it was the Century of Gods, she would definitely not be able to do things so perfunctorily, but now even the Holy See has to serve mechanical science, and Wei Xi took advantage of the loophole without hesitation.

He took out the silver-white stone mill and ground the phantom butterfly specimen into crumbs. He watched the crumbs shining with metallic luster blend into the Minerva flower juice little by little. He then used this as ink and used the citrine hanging on the mithril chain as a paintbrush to gently draw runes on the clear crystal rose.

Wei Xi's eyes were focused and his movements were light and smooth. With the last stroke, the entire rune became a whole, and the power that was dissipating outwards began to gather inwards.

Wei Xi waited for a moment. The rose petals swayed slightly, but stabilized in an instant. The whole flower gradually became thinner, as if it turned into dark smoke, leaving rune marks on the cherry wood tabletop, shining brightly, like a living thing.

The ritual is activated.

Wei Xi took a deep breath. She came at an unfortunate time. Although her physical fitness was many times stronger than before, she was just an ordinary girl. Apart from her strong mental strength, she had no advantages at all. She would be cannon fodder if thrown into the battlefield. Until now, she was only one step away from getting the military strength to complete the mission.

She calmed down her inner restlessness and began to breathe slowly and gently again, softer than the wind and steadier than rock.

This is the lesson she learned from countless failed simulations - only by maintaining this state can she accomplish something with the greatest probability.

The insect soul of Kadis, the heart of the iceberg giant, and the divine gem of Donic were placed in the center of the rune. Wei Xi threw the hair tied with a ribbon into the rune, chanting obscure ancient words.

She replaced all the archaic names of "wanderers" with "Abigail de Monty."

Golden light flowed from the runes.

I don't know how long it had passed, the obscure ancient language gradually slowed down, as if a different scene gradually appeared in the endless golden light, threads of light spread out from the runes, lighting up Wei Xi's body, making her skin transparent, warm and pure gold flowed under her skin, and her bones and blood vessels were clearly visible.

The complex lines started from under her left eye and went straight upwards to form a small piece of dazzling light patterns, while the circuit on the right half of her face extended downwards, along her slender neck, over her collarbone, and finally into the neckline of her skirt, all the way down.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Until the light patterns were engraved all over the body, the golden light expanded and suddenly exploded. The shock wave spread with the tide of light. In the water-like light, the insect soul, heart and gem turned into thousands of fragments.

The rising light gradually receded.