As the God of Wisdom, Nahida's photographic memory was merely a passive skill for him.
The dense text on the scroll was something he was certain he hadn't seen in the sea of memories collected by Irminsul, but that didn't mean Nahida himself hadn't seen some of the text on the scroll.
On the day he discussed terms with Miyashiro, Miyashiro had specifically pulled out a piece of paper with various conditions from his Pregnant and handed it to Nahida.
On that piece of paper, besides the various conditions, there was a string of jumbled text subtly written at the very bottom edge, with what appeared to be an understandable note appended.
Initially, when Nahida saw that string of unfamiliar text, he thought it was just a random scribble by Miyashiro, as text even he didn't recognize surely meant the other party had a problem, so he focused his attention on the conditions above.
But now, he had actually discovered a scroll with the same kind of text in the birdcage of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and the text on this scroll gave Nahida a peculiar sense of beauty and mystery, as if some power was hidden within the scroll, not at all like a casual scribble.
This immediately made the intelligent Nahida think of the note written on that piece of paper—a blood signature!
Could it be that I am supposed to sign this scroll with my blood?
Did that Inazuma Regent already foresee this step? How did he manage to do this?
A hint of lingering fear flashed through Nahida's heart, and his gaze towards the scroll became a little hesitant; after all, there is always a sense of fear towards mysterious unknown things, and even more so, signing and sealing a scroll with unknown content could lead to more serious consequences, all of which Nahida needed to consider.
But, given the current situation, was there truly any room left for him to consider?
Time passed by minute by minute, and the Divine Innovation Workshop was still relentlessly deciphering the Gnosis's password, which also meant that the Doctor was still mercilessly draining Nahida's mental energy.
He only felt his consciousness growing heavier and his thoughts slower; during this time, he had wanted to leave this cage countless times, but his physical body was imprisoned by the birdcage, and his spirit was bound by the Doctor.
The exile's method of binding him was extremely effective, and his strength was also superior to his own; he simply could not escape.
With his spirit and even his life gradually fading before his eyes, Nahida finally looked at the scroll beside him, tremblingly reaching out to take this mysterious scroll, his eyes beginning to become resolute.
He extended his index finger towards his lips, then bit down hard, and his lips were immediately stained with crimson blood beads; the bitter taste of blood seemed to invigorate his spirit slightly, and Nahida took one last look at the Divine Innovation Workshop behind him, hoping that those sages would come to their senses.
However, from their desperate eyes, Nahida already understood everything, and then, with his continuously bleeding index finger, he resolutely wrote his name on that scroll—Buer!
The moment the last stroke of the word was completed, a blue-purple figure, two hundred meters tall, suddenly appeared in Nahida's mind.
The figure appeared as a samurai, clad in full armor, wearing a ferocious mask, with a pair of huge wings on his back, exuding infinite pressure with every gesture.
Nahida murmured, "Is this… a God from history? Or a Sustainer of Heavenly Principles?"
Just then, Nahida's pupils involuntarily widened, and an expression of extreme astonishment appeared on his face, because he saw a figure on the head of that samurai; although that figure had his back to Nahida, the red and white pattern on the back of his clothes was instantly recognized by Nahida.
Is that... the family crest of the Regent?
Is this person the Regent? Or an ancestor of the Regent?
Just then, the figure seemed to notice the small Nahida beside him, and turned around; the first thing Nahida saw was his crimson eyes, with extremely profound patterns imprinted on his pupils, constantly rotating.
Those eyes seemed to possess a magical power that kept Nahida's gaze fixed on them, even causing him to overlook the figure's appearance.
Just then, a playful voice echoed in Nahida's ear: "We meet again, Nahida!"
It was this voice that pulled Nahida's consciousness directly back to reality; Nahida looked at everything before him, he was still trapped in the Sanctuary of Surasthana, still being drained of mental energy by the Doctor, as if nothing had changed.
At this moment, Nahida noticed that the text on the scroll in his hand actually began to wriggle and rotate on its own, startling Nahida, who instinctively wanted to throw the eerie scroll aside.
However, the next moment, the space on the surface of the scroll began to twist out of thin air, and an arm abruptly extended from the scroll, grabbing Nahida by the collar of his chest, and then directly pulling him into the scroll, along with the mysterious scroll itself, disappearing into thin air, leaving behind only a large empty birdcage.
Hm?
The Doctor turned around in confusion; the Lesser Lord Kusanali's mental energy transmission had suddenly been interrupted, and the Doctor's first reaction was that the Lesser Lord Kusanali had already died.
It hasn't even been half an hour, is this newborn God too fragile?
However, when he turned around and looked closely, even though most of his face was covered by a mask, it still couldn't conceal the surprise and confusion on his face.
Azar and the others, seeing that the dream energy had not been replenished in time, looked at the Doctor with puzzled expressions and asked, "Regent, why is there no dream energy? Has the Lesser Lord Kusanali already…?"
The Doctor ignored Azar's question and immediately turned to go to the Sanctuary of Surasthana; Azar, seeing the Doctor's strange behavior, followed him with a puzzled expression.
When they arrived at the Sanctuary of Surasthana and saw the empty birdcage, everyone was shocked.
Especially Azar, who, seeing this scene, roared at Khajeh, "Where is the Lesser Lord Kusanali? Where did the Lesser Lord Kusanali go! Who can tell me where the Lesser Lord Kusanali is! Without the Lesser Lord Kusanali's dream energy, how can we extract the power of the Gnosis?"
Khajeh was clearly also at a loss, but as a sage of Haravatat, he was well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, and he speculated, "Grand Sage, please calm down. No matter how bad the Lesser Lord Kusanali is, she is still a God.
It is rumored that when Greater Lord Rukkhadevata fell, the sages at that time were unable to find her remains, and did not even leave us a chance for a cenotaph. Perhaps, the Lesser Lord Kusanali is also like this…"
After inspecting the scene, the Doctor immediately declared, "No! The Lesser Lord Kusanali is not dead, she was rescued!"
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