In the language of the ancients, Hallet-Dahm meant "Wise One."
In ancient times, they had once been a prominent civilization. They were a branch of the ancient humans, but at a certain point in time, they became the mainstream.
"The Colossus Civilization", "The Age of Miraculous Creations of Gears and Steam", "The Incredible World When Everyone Was a Wise Man", their nicknames and praises were numerous. In that distant era, they and their creations had spread all over the world.
With their advanced civilization's metals, they conquered the entire world. Their gigantic floating islands and Cloud Towers made the sky no longer a place of secrets. The gigantic Island Tortoises that protected them were beautiful underwater cities. The gigantic Titan Golems were only the guardians of their homes. Even dragons had to remain humble in front of their wisdom and power.
Even today. The Winged Tribe's floating islands, the Ottoman Empire's floating battleships, and the Suolo Federation's Colossus Legion all had traces of this species.
Modern engineering and alchemy all viewed this species as their first ancestor. The ruins of Hallet-Dahm had always been the focus of every country's competition. After all, nobody knew if a newly discovered ruin contained an important technology that was about to change the world.
At their peak, they even dared to argue with the Gods about truth and reality. Why did such a powerful civilization disappear just like that? This had always been a historical mystery. Every country's literature had research and textual evidence, but when it came to the specific history and reason for their extinction, it was always inexplicably vague.
"Cataclysm? Alien invasion? The second Ice Aeon? A destructive virus plague? Version update? None of those. The reason is actually quite simple. They stepped on the line! "
For some existences, the reason for Hallet-Dahm's extinction wasn't a secret. In fact, it was a warning to them that there were things they could do and things they couldn't even touch or think about.
"Perhaps you can be as powerful as the Gods, but please don't actually step into the Gods' domain. At the very least, don't let those guys above you see it."
Harlette Dahm was destroyed by divine punishment. This wasn't a big secret. At the entrance of the spiral tower at Cape Gryte, where only the strongest could reach, there was a stone tablet with the highest crime of this race inscribed on it in ancient characters.
"The immortality of the entire species, the creation of artificial souls, and the creation of life."
These were the three forbidden sins hated by the Gods. The proud Hallet-Dahm had indeed stepped into the domain of the Creator Goddesses and thus received divine punishment.
But this was doubtlessly only on the surface. What "endless reproduction of their species will eventually exhaust all the world's resources"? But in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, there was only one crime.
"They, broke the cycle of reincarnation."
When the death rate greatly decreased, no new souls entered the River Styx or the Heaven's Pillar. When artificial souls and life creation technology were able to produce new species, the original cycle of reincarnation was naturally broken.
Without a doubt, this touched the bottom line of the two Sleepers. As such, divine punishment descended, and they were thus wiped out. Everything was just that simple.
In order to prevent these techniques from being discovered again, the black tombstone outside the Tower of Babel constantly reminded the mortal powerhouses that there were some things that they absolutely could not touch.
Thus, even if someone discovered a shortcut to becoming undying, they definitely wouldn't dare to mass-produce undying beings on a large scale. The second of the three original sins, artificial souls and artificial bodies, had long been lost for many years.
Although the Holy Church had executed many people for being heretics, there were still plenty of true heretics. The more forbidden something was, the easier it was to arouse curiosity. The second of the Three Original Sins, artificial souls and artificial bodies, had been lost for many years.
Although the Holy Church had executed many people for being heretics, there were still many true heretics. The more forbidden something was, the easier it was to arouse curiosity. Over the years, countless alchemists who challenged the refinement of life had been burned to death. Many of them had even been core members of the Holy Church. After all, immortality was a sweet, irresistible bait.
I was probably the last lunatic who had been the closest to the red line. But, my goal of achieving immortality was different from the other seniors of the Holy Church, which was why my method was quite different.
"When Yongye descends, the living shall leave the stage of history. Only the dead shall exist forever!"
If a country of the dead was established, and all the living were transformed into the dead, then the cycle of reincarnation would naturally become a joke. This would also be a way of saving the world.
Every time I recalled my chuunibyou words from back in the day, I felt as if I was seeing that shameful, dark history. I could even inwardly exclaim that I had reined in my horse at the brink of death. If a country of the dead was truly established, that would probably be the time for the Gods' punishment to descend.
Afterwards, Aillé personally confirmed my inference. It was impossible for the Gods to simply watch as the world of the dead was established.
However, the enemies naturally had their own reasons for opposing my plans. These three technologies all had great potential. I had been researching them all this time, and I had long since achieved some results.
But, I wasn't foolish enough to take out a finished product just to anger the Gods. Alright, the Seven Deadly Sins had indeed touched a sensitive nerve of some existences. However, the fact that I hadn't created them on a large scale made them all heave a sigh of relief.
It was likely that I was constantly on their watch list. If I didn't start by creating powerful individual creatures, and instead acted like some Undead Lords and directly created every single member or species of undying, it was likely that trouble from the heavens would directly descend upon me.
Of course, I wasn't the only heretic who was courting death like this. I was personally quite skilled in the study of the soul and the structure of the undead. Meanwhile, Amelia's study of the structure of life had already challenged the authority of the True Gods to create other Gods, and it was quite easy for her to achieve immortality … If it wasn't for the fact that she had always been using plants to conceal her research results, and that she had also subconsciously skipped over the study of the soul, she probably wouldn't have been able to obtain the Light of Divine Punishment.
However, some things had always been out of the Gods' control. For example, back in the day, not all of Hallett Dahm's members had died.
That's right, Hallett Dahm still had survivors, and more than one of them.
"Teacher of Magical Engineering" Timlad was one of the founders of magical engineering in the future. In that period of "history," Olivia solved the headache-inducing energy bottleneck problem. This master's most original invention was a control system that allowed ordinary people to use supernatural powers.
Theoretically speaking, an ordinary person who hadn't gone through specialized training would be unable to control supernatural powers. In that case, Timlad simply gave the magical engineering machine an independent soul so that it could control the power of the elements. All the warrior needed to do was give the magical engineering machine an order.
If Olivia had given the magical engineering machine the blood and nutrients needed for its physical body to function, then what Timlad had given the magical engineering machine was a new physical body and soul.
However, many people noticed that although Timlad had gone around in circles and done many things to cover it up, he had stepped into a taboo from the very start. He had reactivated the taboo of artificial souls!
Back then, when I learned of Timlad's results, I was shocked as well.
After all, I had done some research on artificial souls. I knew that as long as there was a soul involved, the difficulty of research would increase exponentially. In order to achieve results, the researchers would have to abandon their conscience and lower limits. After all, the research material would be inhumane from the very start.
I had spent hundreds of years and had countless experimental materials on hand. Yet, the results of my research were still stuck at the level of piecing together old souls to form new souls, using extreme emotions to create twisted yet powerful souls. Yet, Timlad was able to mass-produce brand new artificial souls. The difference in our technology was truly too great.
Although I was clearly superior in terms of individual strength, I had lost in terms of theory and technology. This result had shocked me, who had always thought highly of myself.
"Could it be that the snot-nosed brat was really such a genius? He was actually able to skip the stage of accumulating knowledge and collecting experimental data? Or was he the same as Olivia? Such an astonishing invention was also a miracle created by a spark of chance? "
Thus, I naturally took a few more glances at little Timlad. I also had many expectations for his future.
Only after that did I realize that I had been wrong from the start. There were some things that couldn't be explained with the words' genius' and 'chance'.
"AD1897, July 7th, Griffin Summer … At the very least, it should still be summer in the Ottoman Empire. The weather in the Northern Lands is getting colder and colder. It looks like it's going to snow soon. "
On the drawing booklet for children, the handwriting was extremely mature. However, the words written on it were completely different from the current writing system. It was a special type of writing that was similar to the accumulation of numbers.
If one only looked at the words on the booklet, they wouldn't be words at all. Instead, they would be an overlay of irregular images. There were triangles, circles, and even twisted numeric codes. Perhaps to others, it would be a ghostly drawing from a cryptic book. But to little Timlad, it was just an everyday language — Halet Dammu.
"Big Sister Dana has been having a good time recently. Her work seems to be going smoothly. The students in school all respect her and she smiles more every day … Yep, Big Sister's happiness has nothing to do with those male cats in heat. On the contrary, there are flies buzzing in front of her every day. She must be really annoyed. It looks like I'll have to find a chance to teach those perverts who are pestering Big Sister a lesson. "
In a way, Lady Dana hadn't gotten married yet. She was a burden to this precious little brother of hers. However, the direction of her burden was slightly different from what she had expected.
"Although those goblins' gadgets aren't mature enough, they have given me many new ideas. XT-2 should be completed by next week. Then, let's use the bakery owner's son as a blood sacrifice. Hmph, how dare he pester Big Sister. He even dared to give Big Sister flowers yesterday! "
Recalling the smile on Big Sister's face when she received the flowers, Timlad couldn't help but feel angry.
In some aspects, little Timlad was more mature than everyone expected. However, in some aspects, he was just like an ordinary orphan who had lost his parents. He had a deep attachment to his big sister who had raised him. This was too easy to understand, too normal … Alright, I know that this isn't normal, but I'm just trying to classify him as a normal person, right? Just let me, Ah Q, do it.
Timlad Haku Everlow XVII. The first part was the name he was known by in this world. The second part, Haku Everlow, originated from an ancient soul.
When God's Punishment descended, Hallet-Dahm ushered in the end of his race. However, this artificial soul master was unwilling to die just like that. He hoped to use his knowledge and abilities to avoid the inevitable destruction. He wanted to pass on his race's civilization.
"A person's personality is nothing more than a soul with memories attached to it. A soul can reincarnate repeatedly. If I give the new soul all of its past memories, wouldn't that be the same as resurrection?"
In a way, Master Haku had succeeded. Every time his soul reincarnated, a certain device would be activated as his soul grew. Then, his memories from his previous life would be restored.
But in another way, he had completely failed.
Once he entered the Cycle of Reincarnation, he would truly die. A new soul would be a new life. Even if he read the memories from his previous life, it would be like looking back at someone else's life from a first-person perspective.
He had already successfully reincarnated seventeen times. Unfortunately, apart from his first life's memories, which were repeatedly filled in by the Cycle of Reincarnation, the other sixteen lives still had to be washed away by the Cycle of Reincarnation. The memories he left behind were completely negligible. He was still the same old hermit who stayed in the research institute for the rest of his life.
In fact, he wasn't even sure how many times he had reincarnated. In fact, he couldn't even be sure that he was the reincarnation of an ancient saint. It was just that the memory transfer device detected a soul with a similar wavelength and activated it sixteen times.
Alright, at least in this way, this little adult's precocious maturity was understandable. He was only able to create mature artificial souls because he activated his previous inheritance.
In a way, little Timlad was the main character of a popular transmigration novel. Not only did he have an "old grandpa" with him, both his parents had passed away, he still had an older sister who depended on him, and he was destined to do great things … Alright, at least the current little Timlad didn't think so much. He was just a precocious child. In order to protect his beloved older sister, he was fully immersed in the design of the mechanical marionette named XT-2, intending to deal with those annoying flies.
"My life is fulfilling. It's a good thing that my older sister is happy. But the war is right around the corner, and this city is still so peaceful. Does everyone have so much trust in that Roland?"
Timlad couldn't help but shiver when he thought of that man who always had a smile on his face. His Racial Talent, "Zero-Form Wisdom Eyes", was born with the ability to see through all disguises and see a person's true colors.
That day, when he opened the door and saw Roland for the first time, he was almost scared to death.
"It's too scary. Life and Death exist in one body at the same time, and Chaos and Order have actually transformed into one bloodline. The physical body is already ridiculous enough, but the soul is even more indescribable."
Little Timlad shivered when he thought of that black skeletal figure.
"Countless stubborn and persistent soul fragments pieced together to form a normal soul. The divine might of the black skeletal figure pointed to the legendary Lord Yongye. How could such an evil existence be the legendary hero of this country?"
Little Timlad was among the last group of people to move. No one expected that Timlad, who had memories from two lives, would be the first person to recognize the Lord Yongye.
"Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time. At least our current life is pretty good. But if war breaks out … I really don't know why they're so confident. Is that Roland really that trustworthy? "
The news from Roland, who was on a diplomatic trip, had already spread — "The Beastman army is about to launch a winter offensive, and the Sleuweir Kingdom will be attacked" had already spread throughout the streets. This news would undoubtedly make the already difficult winter even more difficult to endure.
The Beastmen's winter offensive was beyond common sense, and it lacked conviction. Furthermore, the Mist Kingdom's attack that was restricted by the terrain of the highlands was treated as a joke by many nobles in the Northern Lands. As the person involved, Sleuweir didn't take the messenger sent by the Mist Kingdom as good intentions. The news that he had chased the messenger out of the Mist Kingdom had already spread.
Amidst all the mockery, the Mist Kingdom's trust in their lord was incomprehensible.
Even though the Beastman army would only arrive next year, the Mist Kingdom had already treated it as a fact that they would attack within the year, and their army was preparing for war.
On the other hand, the shadow of war was right before them. The armies of the various countries in Donglan were preparing for war. Not only were the citizens not panicking, they were living their lives leisurely. There was even a grand festival being held today.
"Torch Festival? What a strange name. "
Opening the window, I saw that the square was already filled with people watching the parade. It was said that this festival was a traditional festival of the Underground World's Sulfur Mountain City. Every evening, young unmarried men and women would put on black robes that covered their faces, along with the FFF war flag and iron chains. They would patrol the streets in search of their 'prey'. Yes, prey.
Yes, prey. The prey of these FFF members were young "couples" who were making out in public!
On this long night, as long as they saw an intimate couple, the black-robed FFF hunters would capture them and tie the male to a stake … Of course, it was just a parade. The other FFF members and passersby could throw food at him. This was a blessing to the couple, as well as the hope for the next year's harvest. It was the same as a harvest festival. Carrying torches and stakes on a parade was actually the same as a parade of floats. It was completely in line with the customs of the various regions.
It was said that this festival was started by Lord Wumianzhe and the hunter who caught the most prey would receive official rewards and rewards. There was also an urban legend that the hunter who won would be known as the Love Hunter. He would quickly receive the love that he had been dreaming of!
On the other hand, there was another urban legend: "The couple who survived the encirclement of the FFF members would receive the blessing of the God of Love and they would be together forever!"
Of course, in the eyes of most people, these legends weren't very reliable. According to those fellows in Sulfur Mountain City, the 'Love Hunter' every year was either Adam or Wumianzhe himself. They had never been able to get rid of their single status because of this.
However, the romantic blessing of the God of Love moved the hearts of countless young ladies. Quite a few young men also seized this opportunity to gather their courage to chase after their lover.
"It is just a game, who knows, we might be able to survive to the end … If I survive to the end, can you listen to my inner thoughts? I am just listening, I don't need you to answer me. I am already satisfied that you are willing to listen to me! "
Alright, escaping from being ambushed was undoubtedly a way to increase the chances of one confessing during the chaos. If one were to successfully escape to the end, from a certain perspective, it would be considered as a success in picking up a girl.
In the end, a certain someone was greatly disappointed. Using his words, "On this holy barbecue day, there are actually so many couples who become lovers so quickly? Is the villainous heavens really dead! These heretics, they must be judged by holy flames! They are such an eyesore. Next month is the month of disciplinary inspections. Those who dare to be intimate on the streets will all be fined! "
Alright, as usual, Wumianzhe's madness was stopped by the Four Heavenly Kings and his external conscience (Eliza). However, this interesting festival was loved and sought after by countless young men and women.
With Princess Renée's permission, this year's event in Diffindor even had an official background and the scale of the event was greatly increased.
Little Timlad looked out from the window. A large number of black-robed men were either waving their scythes or torches, or stretching their muscles in preparation for hunting. On the other side of the square, many young men and women were eager to give it a try.
"Damned adulterous couple!"
"To actually be intimate in front of this old man, this is so against the customs!"
Some spirits could be conveyed without words. Looking at these happy men and women, regardless of their age or gender, the new generation of FFF members had already raised the torches in their hearts.
"Burn! Burn! Burn! "
Even without any instructions, the angry roars from the bottom of their hearts were connected together, and the resentment contained within them was enough to move the heavens and earth.
Of course, in this situation, there were also all sorts of bystanders.
"The lazy Adam was able to gain Marguerite's favor. That's the magic of this festival. Since you're single, don't you want to have a go? Perhaps you'll be able to reap half of your future because of this. "
This was a slogan personally written by a certain prince, and below the slogan was the rental stall of his undead knights once a year.
"Rental torches, whips, stakes, scythes, lassos, and other common tools. Three copper coins per day for each! Glue, ink eggs, and stink bombs for one copper coin each. In order to reward new and old customers, as long as you spend more than 10 copper coins in this shop, the FFF uniform and battle flag will be free! What a great FFF Guild! "
Looking at the excited young men and women, Timlad shook his head. This world was obviously too far away from him.
Just as he was about to close the door and study it carefully, he suddenly remembered something.
"Sister Dana should have gotten off work long ago, why isn't she back yet? Could it be … "
Thinking of a certain possibility, Timlad, who had turned pale with fright, took out a small device and hurriedly looked at it.
This was a miniature GPS device, and at this moment, the bright spot at the core was pointing at the square in front of him!
After a moment of silence, Timlad walked to the wardrobe that was even taller than him and lightly tapped on it. The door of the wardrobe moved even though there was no wind.
It was a black robe that Timlad originally wore when he joined the choir. Timlad, who didn't like singing, didn't like this robe at first. But now, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
"Yep, it's you!"
But looking at the black robe, Timlad felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he directly used a red pen to draw three letters on his vest — FFF!
"Hah, burn them!"
His childish vow was filled with the determination to kill, and the countless revived bodies in the room and the artificial eyes that were flashing with red and green light proved that he had the ability to fulfill his vow.
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