Mystic Dominator - Chapter 6 "Rain and Mist Hammer"

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When a woman with an impeccable figure and appearance pounces on her with an ambiguous smell. Even if most men can refuse the temptation, they will inevitably hesitate for the first time, which is a very normal physiological response.

- Male humans are like that.

However, this normal reaction does not apply to Yang Siming at this time.

Everything.

It all happened too fast!

Before the hormones or dopamine take effect in the body, incredible changes begin to unfold.

In the last moment, the whisper had not died away.

The gentle body of the 'girl' lost its original form in an instant.

Colorless like air but incomparably bright, soft like colloid but indestructible, cold like ice but hot like fire.

All kinds of contradictory factors were perfectly and neatly blended in everything, and the "existence" that was difficult to describe in words appeared in front of him instead of the previous Veranica.

this thing...

It can simply meet the weird design requirements of Party A's "colorful black"!

"This......"

"Is this Laozi's golden finger coming?"

After confirming that he had passed through this period of time, he had already made a lot of psychological plans for himself. But with such a strange scene directly attached to his face, he still couldn't make a decisive judgment immediately.

Is Veranica's change because she completed a certain test?

So now is the time to claim the prize?

Or will things enter a new stage next?

One thing to note-

This time, there was no thunder to accompany it!

At the same time, no matter how calmly Yang Siming thinks, the encounters that are completely beyond common sense continue.

"Accept this gift."

"Um?"

Buzzing!

Miss Maid's last whisper sounded directly in her mind, and Yang Siming instantly lost his sight.

No, more than that!

Including vision, body touch, smell of smell, hearing of sound...

All feedback from the senses is stripped from consciousness.

Only the thinking of the brain is still going on normally.

This feeling is like being beaten by a Virgo Saint.

in mind-

It's a buzzing sound that wanders back and forth, like an electric motor inside the skull, pushing the mind to accelerate.

Immediately after that, some kind of 'indescribable information' began to break into the brain.

This special feeling is like the soft silk stuffed into the brain from the right ear, and then pulled away from the left ear, and under its influence, consciousness also began to evolve gradually.

Finally, a string of lead-gray characters full of ancient atmosphere appeared in the brain.

Yang Siming can guarantee that he has never learned this kind of character.

But the meaning of it was inexplicably understood.

【29086, 37】

This is all he can analyze and understand in this piece of information.

Time passes little by little—

I don't know how long or so later, the wonderful changes that cannot be described by language are entangled in my mind, and the mysterious but strange knowledge has completed the transformation of the breadth of thinking.

Yang Siming sat on a chair.

The things in my mind gradually submerged, and the perception of the world began to recover.

Something rough and cold like a lump of mud appeared in his hand.

"......"

"It seems that my feeling has always been accurate."

"This is my 'clearance reward'?"

Looking down, as he felt.

An earth-brown slate about the size of 4A paper and as thick as a chewing gum box lies between the palm and the embrace. The combination of straight lines and curved patterns occupies almost the entire space of the slate.

"Sure enough, it's cuneiform."

This time, Yang Siming was more sure of his previous inference.

The text on the slate belongs to the very early graphic text.

In order to work, he happened to do some basic homework on it.

In Sumerian culture, it took about 400 years for this pictographic script to simplify the strokes and become the cuneiform script in the Code of Hammurabi that people know.

In terms of time, the slate corresponds to the period of Iskul's belief.

Even this kind of detail is perfectly matched, so what is there to doubt?

Subconsciously, just like reading other words, Yang Siming put his finger on this slate that should probably be called a 'cultural relic'.

"uh-huh?"

Taking a closer look, Yang Siming's eyebrows are raised again.

He can once again guarantee that he has not studied cuneiform in depth in the past, and at best has only done research within the scope of his work, and being able to distinguish the period when this type of writing appeared is already the limit of his ability.

But the problem is that he can read the writing on the slate!

What are you kidding?

Not to mention the early pictographic characters, even the mature cuneiform characters in the later period can only recognize 'stars' and 'gods' like ordinary people.

What does it mean to understand directly?

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of King Uma of Uruk?

The turbulence in his heart did not affect Yang Siming's reading. While he was silent, the content on the slate was also understood by him.

————

"The Hammer of Rain and Mist"

The sky is cut off in the clear day,

The earth is separated from the edge,

The name of the Son of Man is not yet established;

Anu is the sky,

Kai is the earth,

Ereshkigal fell to Chur;

Before he set sail,

Before God the Father set sail,

After he set sail,

After the mother goddess set sail;

The king who rides the clouds, the strongest god!

The light that shakes the earth is thrown to the mortal world,

The wind is raging, the mountains are trembling, the earth is burning,

The **** of death cried out indifferently, and the bottom keel rolled away;

Crazy Light! Holy light!

Swift light! Light of Destruction!

Daylight Thunder!

Overlord of the dry sky!

That stalwart confronts the atmosphere in a heroic manner,

like a lion tore apart the enemy,

The dazzling splendor obscures the sun,

like hyenas gluttonous for their prey;

......

There was not much content on the small slate, and Yang Siming read it thoroughly in just a few minutes.

Obviously, this is a poem written by the ancient Sumerians in praise of the gods.

It may also be a ritual used for rituals.

But in any case, there is no doubt that it is the Sumerian **** of thunder [Iscur] that is sung.

"Is this what you call a gift?"

"The reward for the trial?"

For a while, Yang Siming was a little surprised.

He originally thought that according to the routine, he should get some golden fingers, or the innate magical powers that would allow him to survive in another world.

But in the end, a 'cultural relic' was sent.

Can the cultural relics on Earth be valuable in another world?

Or that his own time travel is actually the type of returning to the ancient Western Middle Ages, and he will be a cultural relic dealer for a living in the future?

"Ugh-"

With a complicated sigh, Yang Siming immediately put aside Piao Yuan's reverie and began to think about the handling of the slate.

The preciousness of the slate is absolutely very important, and you must carry it well.

But the size and weight are not exaggerated.

But carrying a slate like this is definitely a big problem in terms of attracting attention and getting in the way.

must be resolved first...

Sudden change!

Only when his thoughts came to light, the slate in Yang Siming's hand seemed to sense his thoughts. In the absence of any external force, it instantly dissipated into the air.

Along with this change, a lightning-like mark flashed from Yang Siming's wrist.

In his hands, there is no trace of any slate!

Not even the dirt on the slate.

......

After hesitating for two breaths, Yang Siming hesitantly whispered:

"come out?"

The slate appeared, just in his hand.

"disappear?"

The slate disappeared, and the mark on the wrist disappeared in a flash.

"..."

"It's quite convenient."

Quickly accepting this convenient fact, Yang Siming was about to get up from his chair...

etc!

Why should I get up?

No!

Why am I in a chair?

Yang Siming remembered it very clearly.

Before he lost his ability to perceive, he was standing at the door of the room, interacting 'kindly' with Veranica!

looked up.

The candles on the desk are still burning.

its length—

It was exactly the same as when Yang Siming woke up for the first time!

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