Inside Babel in the Atomic Universe …
When Lucien returned, Natasha was still standing in front of the small stream screen in a daze, staring ahead and spinning the Sword of Truth in her hands.
"What's wrong?" Lucien asked curiously. With her expertise in arcana, she shouldn't have been in a daze for so long after the shock, right?
Hearing Lucien's voice, Natasha seemed to have just woken up from a dream. Her silver eyes glittering, she said, "Although the delayed choice experiment cannot prove that the law of causality can be broken, I'm wondering if the Sword of Truth is based on the same principle. Is it because the law of causality is broken that all the methods of resurrection fail? "
Lucien looked at her solemnly and eyed her up and down. Natasha, who had always been confident, was slightly stunned. Was she right?
The quiet and frozen atmosphere lasted for several minutes. Right when Natasha couldn't help but continue, Lucien suddenly laughed delightedly. "You're overthinking."
"Is that so? That's not what I'm good at! "Natasha was not discouraged at all. She took it for granted.
Lucien's smile was gone. He nodded his head and said, "It's a great improvement that you can actively consider the arcana principles of the Sword of Truth's bloodline. Only by figuring out what it is can you know how to proceed. Although I'm not sure yet, I have a vague idea about the power of your bloodline. After I return from the primeval hell, I may be able to tell you what it is. "
"Really?" Hearing Lucien's words, Natasha was both surprised and delighted. The path of a Knight was one of the focuses of her life. The experience of "meditation" every month made her understand that, in order to figure out her own path as a Knight, it was necessary for her to understand or figure out her own bloodline. Otherwise, she could only become a level-three epic Knight after hundreds of years of accumulation like "Heart of Time". It would be impossible for her to go any further.
For a Knight like her who was good at fighting and had a strong will, exploring and studying her own bloodline was her shortcoming. It might take her a long time to understand it. Fortunately, she had a grand arcanist with her, a grand arcanist who was famous for his research!
After that, Natasha noticed another important point. "You're going to the Primeval Hell?"
She did not dwell on the previous question because she believed that Lucien would not lie to her about such an important matter. If he said that he had an idea, then he definitely had an idea. She would know when he returned from the Ancient Hell.
"I've learned a lot from the two experiments. After I construct a few more spells, it'll be time for me to go to the primeval hell and test one of my ideas. Then, I'll have my answer." Lucien said vaguely, "Although the Lord of Hell has arrived in the main material world, his real body must still be in the depths of hell. So, I'm going alone this time. Moreover, the current situation is turbulent. If you stay in Renstadt, you will be able to react in time. "
Natasha pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "Okay."
She knew very well that, although she had the Shield of Truth and the Sword of Truth, and her actual combat ability was equal to level-three legendary, she would still be crushed by demigods. Also, she was not a sorcerer and did not have so many uncanny life-saving spells. She would only be a burden to Lucien if she followed him to the Primeval Hell. As a top legend, he could fight and leave whenever he wanted. Even if he was faced with a demigod, he had all kinds of ways to escape.
"In the meantime, I'll develop a new legendary spell that can help us communicate across realms. Should there be any emergencies, we will be able to inform each other." Lucien tried his best to make thorough preparations, but he did not really care. With Mr. President in Allyn, unless Viken performed God's Arrival desperately or all the other demigods joined hands, there was really nothing that was worth communicating across realms. On the other hand, it was possible that he would run into some weird things after he entered the Primeval Hell.
"Communication across realms?" Natasha repeated the word. Even with her knowledge, she had never heard of any way of communication across realms other than establishing a stable Portal to Alternate Realms. Therefore, she was rather confused and curious.
Lucien nodded his head and smiled. "This legendary communication spell can indeed allow communication across alternate dimensions, but it can only be used once, and the information that can be transmitted is limited. Also, the code of communication needs to be agreed upon in advance. Roughly speaking, when you confirm a certain state on your side, my side will collapse into another state accordingly. By combining the states, we will obtain the information, just like binary coding."
"It feels like it's based on the weird features of microscopic particles again …" Natasha made the judgment with certainty. Then, she adjusted her mood and clicked her tongue. "You said that you've learned a lot of things from the two experiments today. What are they exactly? Have you confirmed the 'observer effect', or can the law of causality be disrupted? "
Lucien could sense her hidden curiosity. He chuckled. "For me, the most important thing is that the two experiments can be completed with electrons under such experimental designs and conditions. Mr. President and I were planning to use photons."
"Is there any difference?" Natasha was lost. She could see the experiments clearly, but such deep questions that involved theories were not something that an amateur like her could understand.
"The difference? It involves quantum field theory, wave mechanics, matrix mechanics … "Lucien intentionally raised a lot of theories.
"Stop, stop, stop." Natasha felt that her head was heavy. She hurried to stop him and change the topic. "In the first experiment, the traces of electrons were erased through the design of the experiment so that the experimenters could not obtain the information. So, the interference fringes were still there, and the 'observer effect' was felt. However, it was not enough to prove the problem. If the traces of electrons were not erased, but the experimenters were blindfolded and blocked from their senses, would the interference fringes still exist? Would there be no 'observer' in such a case? "
Lucien looked at Natasha in surprise. Perhaps it was because she did not know enough that she asked such a question.
Thinking for a moment, he chuckled in a low voice. "Who knows? Nobody knows the result, because once somebody observes, there will be an 'observer'. If nobody observes, does it matter what the result is? There is no way to verify it anyway. "
"Then, assuming that there is a mysterious existence that does not cause the observer effect …" Natasha let her imagination run wild. "Why don't you make a guess based on the theory?"
"My guess?" Lucien smiled. "I guess that there might be interference fringes, or there might not be interference fringes. Hahahaha."
Looking at the ceiling, Natasha decided not to discuss arcana with him anymore.
… …
In June, year 830 of the Saint Calendar, the weather was like fire, burning everything.
In the Salvation Church in Anhadur, a famous city in Syracuse …
An archbishop was pacing back and forth in front of the prayer room anxiously, waiting for the red robe to receive him.
"Why is my lord still praying? A new cult has been discovered in the manor nearby …" Pacing back and forth, the archbishop scratched his head and sighed. In recent years, there had been more and more cults. After one was cracked down, another one popped up immediately. Even though he was still young and vigorous, his hair had already turned gray. "Also, the cult this time seems to be able to summon senior-rank evil creatures. If my lord does not take action, it will be difficult for the few people of the Inquisition to completely annihilate it."
Thinking that the siege was imminent, the archbishop became more and more anxious. He summoned his courage and knocked on the door to urge him.
Knock, knock, knock. The archbishop knocked on the door with his fingers, but the moment he exerted his strength, the door squeaked and opened a gap.
"It's not closed?" The archbishop had a bad feeling. He hurried to open the door and looked inside.
Then, his eyes were frozen.
In front of the cross in the prayer room, a broken red robe was lying there quietly. There were weird burn marks on it.
"My lord … Has my lord been swallowed by the holy light?" The archbishop mumbled to himself in confusion.
It was not because he was sensitive, but because dozens of red robes had been swallowed by the holy light during their prayers as the results of the two thought experiments of Lucien Evans, the Destroyer of Worldviews, spread out. Whenever they mentioned Lucien Evans, they would be scared and pale.
… …
The sky was pale, and the environment was soundless. The World of Souls was always so monotonous.
With his hands in the pockets of his double-breasted suit, Lucien slowly walked among the specters. The raging ghouls, the slow and hideous zombies, the wandering ghosts, and the mummies covered in bandages were all around him, but they did not know that he was there, because he gave them the illusion that he was dispersed in space.
Just like that, Lucien passed the plain of death in silence and reached the Temple of Spirits. The legendary specters nearby did not notice him either, allowing him to visit the place as if he were a tourist.
On his way, Lucien did not run into any intelligent specters. They seemed to have all sensed danger and did not dare to approach.
Lucien observed while he walked and observed if there were any changes in the Temple of Spirits, but he found nothing. It was not until he reached the Furnace of Souls and was about to enter the Realm of Gates that he sensed that the legendary specters such as the Lich King were wandering around. However, they did not seem to have to attack. After all, Lucien had been here twice, and they would not suffer any losses even if he came a few more times. Why would they risk their lives?
They must have been scared of him!
The second time was when he contacted "Monster" Viken for cooperation.
Looking at the Furnace of Souls and the overlapping "faces" of "Lucien" and "Xiafeng", Lucien chuckled and walked to the entrance of the Realm of Gates.
"What are you doing here again?" "Monster" Viken's voice echoed coarsely. What happened last time made his situation much worse.
Lucien chuckled. "I'm here to tell you that I'm going to the primeval hell."
"That's why you're here?" "Monster" Viken raised his voice, thinking that Lucien was a lunatic.
Lucien took out the Moon Timer, opened the cover, and checked the time. "Can't I? Well, I have to be ready to go after I tell you. "
"Monster" Viken was already lost for words.
Lucien turned around and left, thinking to himself that nothing happened …
After he was far away from the Temple of Spirits, an old man slowly walked out of the garden near the entrance. Wearing a sacred crown and holding a platinum staff, he stared at the place where Lucien disappeared thoughtfully. It was exactly Pope Viken!
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