Chapter 840: Chapter 840

840: Chapter 826 True Words 840: Chapter 826 True Words Laid out on the library’s desk was still that worn piece of hide.

And its theft was destined to stir up a storm of blood and violence…

Well, since it wasn’t Lu Ping’an’s burden to bear, it didn’t matter to him.

He held the hide in one hand while sipping on freshly delivered milk tea (wolf milk special) and gave a tip to the meticulous “waiter.”

“Hey, come and take it.”

As he spoke, Lu Ping’an, who was lounging with one leg over the other, even waved his hand.

“…Buzz off, I was taking your country’s national literature college entrance examination when you weren’t even born.”

Big Cat glared back at him irritably but still came over to sit.

She took the hide and began to scrutinize and reference it closely…

Passing on such a short task to Lu Ping’an had its limitations even for him in terms of analysis.

But if Big Cat could use her experience to run through it for Lu Ping’an, pointing out certain features and sources, his efficiency and outcomes would improve considerably.

This shabby piece of hide was filled with weird characters stained with blood, but even though each character had a mass of potential meanings, the “information” it contained had its limits; “knowledge,” however, might not be limited…

“This is Van Roth scale script, an extremely suitable form of primitive script for cryptology.

The meaning of each character isn’t important.

This is just a prayer to a high-ranking being.

The key is the ‘meaning’ infused by the writer, also known as contamination…”

Even if one studied these few words until their eyes blurred, there wouldn’t be much content, but if one were to “unzip” them, they could yield much more “knowledge.”

Clearly, this was a very dangerous task, as it could easily implicate the entity behind the “scale script.”

If there were “archaeologists,” “museum collectors,” or other scholars working part-time, then

Upon hearing Big Cat’s explanation, Lu Ping’an recalled a moment during his tenure managing the Central Courtyard Immortals, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a “Divine Countenance.”

“Can the courtyard not provide isolation?”

“Then you wouldn’t receive anything at all…

You might as well consider it as a phone number, which is meaningless if you don’t dial out.”

With this explanation, Lu Ping’an understood even more.

No wonder sacrifices were necessary for usage.

Those guys were probably akin to rudely offering a gift and then waiting for the opposite side to respond with something…

What you received depended on luck and also on the class of your gift.

The chaotic Abyss probably didn’t have the patience to meticulously choose what you needed.

“…the pronunciation of this script goes , ‘Sssss…’ ”

A fast sequence of sounds, and Lu Ping’an listened in isolation.

Big Cat wasn’t shortchanging him; this was inherently a serpentkin language.

Even though they also used sound vibrations to communicate, their “ears” for “language” were not on the same level as humans.

It was a pronunciation that humans theoretically could not produce, nor could they hear clearly.

However, Lu Ping’an didn’t give up there; he asked Big Cat to repeat it.

Another series of strange, either coherent or high-frequency sounds that were impossible for the ear to catch followed, but this time, Lu Ping’an “heard” it.

Lu Ping’an put down his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes, feeling a headache coming on.

His eyes could observe “vibrations,” and sound waves were a form of vibration; he tried to capture and understand them using his “True Eyes.”

But obviously, his eyes weren’t meant for this task.

The overly “high-frequency” vibrations exerted physical pressure on Lu Ping’an’s eyes, which were struggling to cope.

Even knowing only this level of “meaning” was of great help in interpretation.

“In some ways, this is similar to the prayers of ancient people.

Those seemingly incomprehensible rituals in themselves may not be important, but the performer needs to know what they are doing to achieve their goal… This is like writing a formula, where the text itself is meaningless without knowledge of what it represents in order to calculate the result.”

Big Cat tried to help Lu Ping’an “comprehend” using content he could understand…

and the result was quite subtle.

But as Lu Ping’an “observed” the blood-colored inscriptions, he murmured at the corner of his mouth, seemingly having captured something.

He vaguely understood that the true target of this beast skin tablet was a giant serpent…

Yes, it was that one-eyed Duke Newman.

“Sacrifice,” on a certain level, meant pointing to a target and then waiting for the opposite side to “reward” something, while “analyzing” the associated records was about communicating with it, opening its database to “learn” and “imitate.”

There was no superiority between the two; sacrifice involved a lot of luck, sometimes casually gaining powerful abilities, whereas the content from “linking” tended to be stable and often depended on the strength of the entity you were linking with.

Zhi Xi’s attainment of the True Words was not by chance; the origin of this world might be Newman’s power.

A high-level believer?

Lu Ping’an faintly sensed that what he could obtain was probably something that Duke Newman possessed.

Of course, there were also random common Abyss currencies, but generally speaking, they couldn’t compare to the quality of the Duke’s private hoard.

This “Stone Tablet” was both an access right and a form of currency; by consuming “usage slots,” one could exchange for the opportunity of the “True Words.”

Sacrifice was like drawing from a large pool at random, while a Scholar’s analysis was taking a list and attempting direct exchange…

The stronger your Scholar Ability, the more you could analyze, and the higher the limit of your choices.

This was when Lu Ping’an’s terrifyingly high Taboo Knowledge (Universal) level came into play; it directly replaced the mandatory Taboo Knowledge (Abyss) and unlocked an extremely high-grade ability list for him.

Summoning Divine Envoys…”

Lu Ping’an’s eyes pierced through the void, seeing those “rule crystals” that seemed to shatter upon touch.

The True Words were not power; they were merely access rights, a “privilege” connecting you with a certain rule.

Some seemed embracable, while others were too distant.

At that moment, Lu Ping’an paused.

The core ability of the Abyss Duke was evidently related to the concept of “Snake”; its power shaped into the Abyss, naturally made the Snake King the most powerful leader here.

Also, with the inheritance from the Duke, even if only a minuscule trace, she became much more cunning and had a much higher potential than other local demons driven by the Abyssal Will.

Even if this “Snake Queen” were to be killed, a “Snake Emperor” would likely appear in her place.

In that sense, Zhi Xi was obviously quite lucky, having at least obtained a characteristic ability of the Duke.

So naturally, I too should claim the best.”

Lu Ping’an set his sights on the concept of “Snake”, not just for the current battlefield, but more importantly, because one of his most important Magic Pets was also a big snake.

The Biological Department’s base form couldn’t fight (under normal circumstances), and strength relied entirely on “babies”; and what Lu Ping’an most desired, the “weapon,” was still in its growth phase and struggling with adapting to new soil and water.

Lu Ping’an’s three-in-one war machine now had Little Flame, which was mostly internal combustion engine, and the “Snake of the Void” that was still being nurtured.

Perhaps, this True Word can be embedded into my combat system.”

Thus, Lu Ping’an slowly clenched his hand, and within the void, he gave a response.

Snake Tamer, respond to me.”