The morning sun shines through the broken dome and onto the magnificent arcade of the Old Text Temple. The golden beams of light slowly crawl over the columns like ancient texts, reflecting lines of relief inscriptions. This was once the most respected knowledge center in the imperial capital, but now it has become the highest meeting hall of the "Out of Control Guild". In the center of the meeting hall, five high-level writers wearing black and silver armor surround a huge stone table with four intaglio seal characters "Sealing Order" engraved on the table, flickering with a faint light.
"AX-721——Aaron Weir, who purified the seventh structural area of ??the Rift Flame Script with 'Word Flame Resonance', has been nominated for the Sealing Order."
The "Bishop of the Forerunner" standing in the main seat raised his head, his eyes like a torch: "He not only purified the core of the strange fire, but also stimulated the potential of the unknown word spirit, and has become an A-level transformer. According to the rules of procedure, the Sealing Order will be activated immediately-to fully seal, hunt down and transform him."
"Yes." The four deputy bishops said in unison, and the rune crystal dust condensed in their palms, flashing cold blue-purple spots.
In the abandoned bell tower cellar thousands of miles away, Aaron learned about the Sealing Order from the "Ci Shenzhe". He took out a broken spiritual parchment from his arms, which recorded "Sealing Order N.452"-each stroke was engraved with cold clauses: "Anyone nominated by the Supreme Council of the Old Text Temple is considered a serious threat to the empire. They must immediately undergo memory cleansing and rewrite their language code to transform them into "standard rune weapons". Their identities, professional systems and rune records will all be sealed."
His fingertips trembled slightly, and he crumpled the parchment into a ball: "Sealing order... This means that I will be deprived of all language freedom and become a rune tool who can only execute orders."
The Sinking Words looked solemn: "Aaron, this sealing order is several times more terrifying than an ordinary recycling order. We must transfer you to the "Sea of ??Words Shelter" before the Sealer arrives to reinforce the "illegal rune barrier", otherwise even if you escape, you will be located by the "automatic tracking spell structure."
"I understand." Aaron raised his face, which was a little haggard due to the days of fighting, but his expression was still firm, "However, I need stronger power - not only to fight against the sealers, but also to unlock the true intention behind this 'sealing order'."
The Sinking Words nodded: "This is exactly our goal. The 'sealing order' contains some secrets - the Old Text Temple not only wants to eliminate the structure changers, but also wants to collect the purest language energy to use it to 'recast the ultimate rune array of the imperial capital'. If we can intercept them, we can take the initiative in the situation."
The two left the bell tower overnight, passed through the abandoned sewer system, and finally arrived at the "Word Sea Shelter" deep in the old city - an underground hall made up of dozens of ancient scroll wall panels. The hall is surrounded by a large number of barriers and spell arrays built with ancient symbols, and a faint golden light dust flows in the air.
"This is the 'Ring Word Array' left by our predecessor 'Moyuan Weaver'. Even high-level composers find it difficult to break it by force." Shen Cizhe explained, "You rest first, I will repair the cracks in 'Memory Carving' and 'Character Edge Seal'."
Aaron gently placed the notebook on the stone table and took a deep breath: "I have always been curious, what does Zair represent? Is it the 'core root' of an ancient language? Or is it the name of some 'word spirit'?"
Shen Cizhe lowered his head in thought, then spoke: "According to the scattered records I searched in the 'Whispering Book', Zair was originally the opening word of the twelfth volume of the 'Word Spirit Canon', used by ancient prophets to 'seal the words of the old gods'. Later, the volume was lost and tampered with by the 'Fallen Writer' into the forbidden technique of 'overload burning', which led to the 'Strange Fire' and 'Splitting Flame'. "The appearance of 'Word'."
Aaron's eyes suddenly lit up: "In other words, Zair is not only the 'sealed word spirit', but also the two opposing forms of the 'word spirit' itself in different contexts: 'purification' and 'burning'."
The Sinking Words nodded: "That's right. The 'word flame resonance' you triggered is Zair's 'balance resonance', which can not only purify the burning, but also stimulate new word spirits. You are the first individual to successfully activate this dual attribute in actual combat."
Aaron stroked the scroll: "I need to master this balance better, otherwise I can neither suppress the 'strange fire' nor be eroded by the second level of the 'Word Spirit Ceremony'."
"For the time being, I can only rely on 'word composition training'." The Sinking Words took out a small scroll box from his arms and opened it to reveal three small "word spirit seals": Spirit Shuttle · Reversal Chapter: Can temporarily reverse the reading and writing order of the affixes to reduce language erosion. Word Shell · Semantic Shield: Convert the target's will into a semi-solid language carapace to resist a high-level word composition attack. Ci Chen · Regeneration of Fragments: Instantly reassemble the shattered rune fragments and restore 50% of the integrity of the rune.
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"These runes are the reserves I have accumulated over the years, and they can save your life at a critical moment. You can experience the 'Spirit Shuttle · Reversal Chapter' first to help you write Zair's variable sentences better."
Aaron took it solemnly: "Thank you, I will use it with caution."
Before dawn, the "Black and Silver Sealing Team" of the Old Text Temple had arrived at the periphery of the Ci Hai Shelter. Dozens of black and silver armored warriors, holding spears with thunder spells and shields with jade runes, shook up the dust on the ground, and the spell array waves set off storms.
"The seal order has been activated. Any altered person must not disobey!" The captain's mask under the horned black helmet glowed coldly, "Hand over AX-721, and I will kill you without mercy!"
The Singer frowned, and he pulled Aaron to hide in the back corridor: "Aaron, prepare for battle, I will coexist with you with my "Ci Ke" shield, and you use the "Spirit Shuttle" to reverse their spell sequence and create a counterattack opportunity!"
"Understood!" Aaron pulled out the spiritual feather pen, and the magic energy in his body surged rapidly.
In just a moment, the war broke out. The black and silver seal team followed the rune vibration and broke into the first barrier outside the shelter, and the spell array collapsed in an instant. The captain waved his spear, and the tip rune turned into countless lightning and struck directly at the two people.
The Singer quickly recited the spell, the rune on his chest flashed, and the golden shield protected his chest like a translucent shell.
Shell·Semantic Shield·Lv.1
Absorbed damage: 30% high-level text attack
"Bang!" The shield cracked a thin crack, but it held the key attack.
Aaron's mind moved, and he activated the "Spirit Shuttle" array. The tip of the pen drew a curved text vortex in the air, forcibly tearing the opponent's spell sequence reading and writing order.
Spirit Shuttle·Reversal·Activation
Effect: All oral text sequences within the range are reversed, lasting 3 seconds
"Kacha!" The spell pattern of the black and silver captain's spear flickered disorderly, and the spell could not be written, and everyone stopped.
"Quick!" The Sinking Wordsman shouted, pulling Aaron out of the side door, and with the help of the chaos created by the reversed spell sequence, he passed through the rubble and collapsed text wall.
However, the outer hall was wider, and dozens of black and silver seal writing teams were already blocking their positions. Relying on the light pattern on the ceiling dome, they blocked all exits with a tight text grid.
"He wants to escape? The seal order must be captured on the spot!" The deputy captain shouted coldly.
Aaron and Shen Cizhe were trapped in a rune wreckage, with runes lighting up in all directions. The strong language pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.
"Time is running out!" Aaron looked at Shen Cizhe, "I want to use 'Ci Chen·Fragment Regeneration'! Give me a chance, I'll fight hard!"
Shen Cizhe hesitated: "You can only fight once, and your composition integrity will collapse if it is less than 30% again."
Aaron gritted his teeth: "I must fight for my life."
He made a prompt decision and used the most core countermeasure in the seal order - the self-written "Seal Reverse Spell":
"Use 'seal' as the key and 'write' as the lock, and run the reverse chain to end all the established clauses!"
The tip of the pen flashed a faint blue light and collided with the text grid of the black and silver seal writing team.
"Buzz——" A powerful language shock wave burst out from his body, shattering and disintegrating the spell array within a radius of ten meters, and even making the inscriptions engraved on the black and silver armor disordered and invalid.
The four members of the sealing team were rushed back several steps, and half of them had disjointed spells and stiff bodies.
"Retreat!" The deputy captain shouted in a panic, "Retreat to the central dome spell array and re-arrange the array!"
Taking advantage of the chaos, Aaron pulled the Singer out of the encirclement and ran towards the secret passage deep in the shelter - there was an ancient secret passage leading to the outside of the city.
The entrance to the secret passage was narrow and damp, but it was large enough for two people to walk side by side. Several ancient inscriptions remained on the stone wall, half of which had weathered into blurred symbols.
"Our pursuers won't give up so easily." Shen Cizhe panted, "They will activate the 'tracking spell' and chase you endlessly. No matter how far you run, you will be located."
"Then we can only... find a more reliable ally." Aaron clenched the feather pen, "I heard that there is an underground composer called 'Sanyu League' in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital. They believe in free writing and do not participate in the disputes between the guild and the temple. Maybe they can help me escape."
Shen Cizhe's eyes flashed with surprise: "Sanyu League? There is also a 'heretic cluster' there, but it has never been with you. I have had direct contact with 'Lost Word Carriers' like me. Will they accept you? "
"It's worth a try." Aaron gathered his cloak, "As long as it is temporarily safe, I can continue to study Zair's Way of Balance, and perhaps I can also obtain 'Prose Editing Techniques' from them - further strengthening my ability to evade and rewrite texts."
"Okay, just as you say." The Sinking Poems sighed, "I just hope we can escape the imperial capital before the seal order takes full effect."
The two walked forward with lanterns, getting farther and farther away, with the dome echoing behind them. They didn't know that somewhere deep in the dark passage, a pair of eavesdropping talismans of "Word Sequence Hunters" had already lurked, quietly transmitting back to the main hall: "AX-721 has appeared and is heading to the Southern Suburbs Prose League. Please keep a close eye on it. Once it is out of suspicion, please immediately activate the 'Recovery Mark Ring' and 'Recast Imperial Order'..."
Under the imperial capital, the war of words is still going on, and the real contest has just begun.
