area51novel 0292 Name of God
0292 Name of God
The blue star and the earth seem to be the same, but they are actually different in various aspects.
In Aini's memory, more than 3000 years ago, a powerful empire once dominated the land under his feet.
Their national power is strong, they once captured the city of Babylon, ended the first dynasty of Babylon, and also fought against the overlord of ancient Egypt, Ramses II, in Kadesh, which is also one of the earliest battles in the world's military history with written records.
These were the Hittites, who used both hieroglyphs for recording public affairs and cuneiform for other uses.
It is a strange custom for the same nation and the same language to use two completely different types of characters to record.
The documents found in the Nulu Nuos Valley are also recorded in two languages, and it stands to reason that the connection between the two is self-evident.
In particular, Hattusa, the later capital of the Hittite Empire, is located in today's Corum Province in Turkey, not far from the Nurunos Valley, and any fools in it can see it.
However, since the black robe of Nu Lunuos came into the eyes of the outside world, no one has made relevant conjectures in the hundreds of years until now.
Without him, Aini's memories of the Hittite Empire did not come from Blue Star, but from his previous life.
Although Aini's life was young, he was well-read. He even did his homework before coming to Turkey, but he didn't find any records of the Hittite Empire.
But people leave their names, and geese leave their voices. Even if there is no direct record, such a huge empire cannot disappear without a trace.
Aini's eyes were deep, and he silently sorted out the historical records of nearby civilizations in the memory palace, and quickly wiped out a blank on the map in his mind with a few words that he put together.
Obviously, the Hittite Empire did not exist, but was forced into the long river of history.
Such a huge empire, even if it is divided and conquered, can't have no information passed down.
This is beyond the reach of human beings, just like the wasteland in front of Aini, who would have thought that one of the seven wonders of the world stood here more than 2000 years ago.
It was a building beyond the imagination of most people at the time, but the reason for its destruction was ridiculous.
To put it simply, there was a young man who wanted to be famous and wanted to be crazy, but his talents were limited, so he set his sights on this magnificent palace - can't do good things, can't you do bad things?
On July 356, 7 BC, the sky in Ionia was lit up red by fire...
Unsurprisingly, the twisted guy was put to death.In order not to satisfy the "wish" of the arsonist to become famous, the authorities expressly forbade any book to publish any deeds about him.
Nevertheless, the name of the Greek young man survived, but no one thought him brave or great, everyone thought him crazy or foolish, and his family suffered from it.
No one can guarantee that he has done good deeds in his life and has never done a single evil thing, but he must never regard evil as beauty!
Maybe we can't make the world a better place, but at least we can keep her from making it worse.
Even though the authorities strictly prohibited it, his deeds still spread.
It is so difficult to block the news of a person, let alone the target is a huge empire.
Such a handwriting naturally reminded Aini of the taboos that disappeared after the dark ages.
The will of heaven and earth?
Aini recalled the few things in his memory. The Hittites seemed to have used biochemical weapons as early as 1000 BC...
Really angry.
From the Aegean Sea to Asia Minor, and then to the Nile River Basin, wars have been incessant since ancient times. Too many nations and countries have been obliterated in the smoke and dust of history, leaving only specious legends as clues.
Aini remembered that there seemed to be some Hittite survivors in Turkey in his previous life, but there is no such settlement in Blue Star today.
When the inheritance is lost, even if the bloodline continues, it will be assimilated by the surrounding civilizations, and it will no longer remember the appearance of the ancestors.
But maybe some tribesmen who have mastered extraordinary power will find a way to continue their culture, just like...
Nulu Nuos black robe?
There is too little information at present, and the above is just Aini's guess. He can't even figure out whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, or just a passerby passing by.
Thinking that the clues of a lost civilization are close at hand, Aini's heart itch. Unfortunately, he can't get away now, so he can only pin his hope to the future.
Pressing curiosity back to its original position, Aini continued to walk a few steps forward, reaching out to caress a broken stone pillar.
Among the weeds and gravel, only it is stubbornly isolated here, like the last persistence of that magnificent temple.
After shaking off the dust from his hands, Aini took out a dull wooden box from his bosom.
If there is a great wizard who is proficient in prophecy, you will find that there are thick traces of time wrapped around it, as if it has gone through thousands of years.
But the appearance of the wooden box is as clean as new, and even exudes a faint fragrance of palm. The vigorous breath of life seems to germinate new shoots immediately after watering it.
Rubbing the smooth wooden box, two old but loving faces appeared in Aini's mind.
He turned his head and looked towards the east in a daze. In his last life, that was his home. In this life, the two people who are closest to him are wandering there, not knowing when they will return.
Aini went there once secretly, and the solid barrier at the border let him know that the wish of the two old people is doomed to be difficult to achieve, and no matter how long they stay, it will be a waste of time and effort.
Due to their relationship, Aini can persuade and say everything, but this is not the case.
"Fu..."
Aini let out a long breath, and temporarily withdrew his thoughts drifting away, put the wooden box on the other hand, and exerted strength with both hands at the same time.
With his sublimated physique, he can crush even the hardest wood without much effort.
But facing a wooden box that didn't look strong, Aini almost mobilized his whole body's strength to open the box lid with great reluctance.
The wood grain on the back of the box cover outlines a picture scroll, which seems to be natural, and the simple lines are intertwined, supporting a magnificent palace.
The two of them hugged the thick and thin towering stone pillars, which looked like a dome cover, with exquisite decorations and peerless sculptures, like a palace of gods.
Aini moved his slightly sore wrist. It was not the first time he had seen this scroll, but every time he saw it, his senses were different.
But the same thing is, no matter how much his physical strength has improved, he has to use all his strength to open the wooden box, even if he can easily press himself into the soil when he opened the wooden box for the first time. There is almost no difference in feeling.
And until now, he still doesn't understand how the wooden box does this. Even if he opens the Eye of True Sight, he can only see a piece of chaotic aura without any runes or notes.
However, although no runes appeared in the Eye of True Sight, there was a line of text on the scroll, which was dedicated to the Lord of this magnificent temple.
God's name - Artemis.