Ancient Demon Language

The next day.

The High Priest of the Kolman Tribe, Mafat, announced a major relocation decision.

Elders Imyu, the "Insect Master Elder," and Fofa, the "Elder Rain Master," led seven thousand elite Kolman Warrior on an immediate southward journey to carry out a secret mission.

Also traveling with them were Wudo, Mr. Tuster, and Karl.

These young and strong Kolman Warrior didn't know where they were going. They thought they were going to fight the "invaders." But a few of the elders knew that in the "Karatva Basin" to the south, a dangerous region teeming with earth dragons, there was a crashed Flying Mechanical City. They were going to build a new settlement there for the Kolman people to migrate and live!

But that's not the whole truth.

There were only four people: the Great Shaman Mafat, the two elders, and Rein. They knew that the team wasn't going to explore new lands, but rather that the Great Shaman Mafat had chosen to leave behind a legacy for the Kolman Tribe.

The remaining people were prepared to fight the "invaders" to the death.

Clan members, beliefs, ancestral precepts, and the choice of candidates.

That wise old man shouldered all the sins and responsibilities upon himself.

The weather is nice today.

In the village, thousands of Kolman Warriors were already fully equipped and ready to go, marching in a mighty procession.

One by one, the young male and female warriors waved goodbye to their families and friends and mounted their monster mounts.

In the group, there was also a long stack of tamed magical beasts responsible for carrying heavy loads. Their mounts were laden with packages of all sizes, carrying away almost all of the tribe's spoils of war: ironware, cannons, and various Kolman Tribe's historical texts stored in their Storage Ring.

Rein bid farewell to the group at the village gate.

As the one who proposed this tribal migration plan, he naturally did not go along.

Leaving now would be very awkward.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it will take at least two or three months for the main force of City of Radiance to advance into the depths of the jungle. By then, the basin will have already established a certain foundation, and it won't be too late for them to advance.

Of course, most importantly, the high priest wanted Rein to stay, saying he had a favor to ask him.

The Tuster father and son were escorted by the Kolman Warrior and mounted on their magical beast mounts.

"Brother Rein, we're leaving!"

"Yes! Be careful, survival comes first."

"Okay."

Little Karl waved goodbye to Rein, who was squatting on the rock.

There was no sadness in the young mechanic's eyes, only eagerness.

Ever since the grandfather and grandson heard about the "Airship Wreckage" from Rein last night, the two mechanics were so excited that they almost didn't plan to set off that very night.

In the eyes of mechanics, nothing fascinates them more than technology. Even the mere mention of a black dragon that may have lived for countless years cannot dampen their determination to explore it.

The two mechanics were naturally very excited to be able to travel immediately.

Meanwhile, Tuster's physical condition is getting better and better, and he has the energy of a young man. He can even stay up all night to study Steam Machinery.

The Kolman Tribe's Witch Doctor's secret recipe for nourishing the body is very effective. The old man insisted on taking a medicinal bath every day, and his physical functions recovered very well.

Now, even without the Mechanical Arm, the old man can walk normally.

Two "legendary" elders, along with Old Man Tuster's "Muscle-bound Deer God Battle Armor," seven thousand elite magical beast warriors, and the ruins of that Mechanical City.

It can be said that as long as they don't encounter that black dragon, this group of people is strong enough to establish themselves in that dangerous "Karatva Basin".

Rein wasn't too worried.

He saw the long queue reflected in his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the spark of civilization!

My thoughts drifted away, but were pulled back by a woman's voice.

"Doctor Rein!"

Wudo had become quite familiar with Rein during this time. Although she felt something was off about this mission, she still chose to trust the priestess's decision and go with her.

But she felt that without her taking care of Rein's daily needs, this meditative fellow who had forgotten how to eat would surely go hungry.

Riding on the back of the Snow Mastiff, the barbarian girl looked at Rein and said, "Doctor Rein, I've arranged for Priestess Mara to take care of you from now on. She'll prepare your food on time. Just tell her what you need, and she'll take care of it."

"Um."

Rein nodded, both amused and exasperated, and added, "Wudo, you be careful too."

He didn't mishear, nor did he misunderstand.

The meaning of "Wudo" is exactly what it sounds like.

In the Kolman Tribe's mindset, this is not something to be ashamed of.

If there's a need, it has to be addressed; that's how all the men in the tribe are.

He had already seen the young priestess named Mara; she was pretty with delicate features and had the makings of a beauty. Crucially, she was the right age and about the same height as Rein.

I have to say, Wudo is a really thoughtful girl.

The team's departure was delayed by several hours.

After watching the tail of the group disappear into the dense forest, Rein turned and went to the shaman's Bamboo House.

Recently, he has been coming to this Bamboo House very frequently because he is helping the Kolman Tribe record and organize their books.

The large pythons under the Bamboo House were quite familiar with his scent, and occasionally they would stick out their big heads to greet Rein.

"Priest, I've arrived."

Rein pushed open the door and walked in as if he knew the way inside.

Mafat specifically instructed him last night to come see him today.

Without further ado, Rein got straight to the point. "Lord Mafat, is there anything you need me to do?"

The old man standing by the window looked at Rein and said just as directly, "You have an extraordinary talent for language learning, so I plan to teach you 'Ancient Demon Language'."

"???"

Rein was completely bewildered. What was going on? "I heard Wudo say that 'Ancient Demon Language' is not something that only priestly lineages learn. Why are you teaching it to me?"

The Monkel Ancient Language is a simplified branch of the "Ancient Demon Language," a skill that is almost universally required for High Priest and above in the Kolman Tribe.

But apart from Mafat, no one else has ever heard of speaking the "Ancient Demon Language".

Mafat was quite direct, saying, "Originally, this was what 'Ghost Mushroom Elder' Dahle was learning. He was originally supposed to succeed me as the next Great Shaman. However, as you know, the war is urgent, the elders are all on the front lines, and 'Ancient Demon Language' has a very high learning threshold; without extraordinary talent, it's impossible to learn. Dahle's progress is not ideal."

"Oh."

Rein understood and said, "So, you're planning to have me learn first, just in case I need to teach others later?"

Thinking about it, the old man probably wanted to be on the safe side.

In case Elder Dahle suffers any mishap, at least the essential language skills required for the Great Shaman can be passed on.

"Yes."

Mafat also spoke frankly, saying, "I plan to let you learn it first, and then let Wudo learn the 'Ancient Demon Language' from you later."

"Oh."

Rein understood that he was just a "human USB drive" for transmitting data, and then asked curiously, "By the way, Lord Mafat, what is the use of 'Ancient Demon Language'?"

This continent has existed for countless years, and there are countless different languages written on it.

Languages that are not widely used are not very useful, except for the occasional translation of incomplete documents during archaeological work.

Mafat: "Communicating with the will of the gods."

Rein: "Anything else?"

Mafat: "It's gone."

Rein: "Are there any top-secret texts that require translation into Demonic Language?"

"No. Even if it did, our ancestors would have translated it long ago."

Mafat: "But we Kolman priests have a saying. The higher the level of the tradition, the less written records there are. No matter what level of Transcendent humans stand at, the world you think you see is actually only the part you can understand. The lower the level of writing, the more detailed it is, but the more it distorts the original meaning. And the Demonic Language is the best way to understand the original meaning of the demon gods."

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Upon hearing this, Rein felt even more that the "Ancient Demon Language" was useless.

He wasn't Kolman priest, nor did he believe in any deity; the will of God probably wouldn't communicate with him.

If it were a matter of learning a language by brainpower, Rein would definitely shake his head and refuse this request.

With his "Mind Core," learning languages is no problem for him, and there's no harm in learning another skill to have on his side.

Without thinking, he said, "Okay, then let's learn."

But once you start learning,

Rein then realized that the language was not so simple.

Language and writing, according to legend, were originally abilities bestowed upon humankind by the gods.

The earliest writing was not merely visual symbols, but also contained meaning and knowledge, and only prophets could comprehend God's will.

Later, in order to enable ordinary people to understand divine pronouncements, the prophet created a higher script and passed it on to human sages.

The wise further simplified the text, providing explanations and creating the simplest language layer by layer. (Excerpt from the preceding material)

If the "Monkel Ancient Language" can be considered a higher script, then the "Ancient Demon Language" is the kind of script that allows direct communication with God.

Why is it difficult to get started?

Because a single character contains not only a picture, but also "meaning" and "knowledge".

The Great Shaman Mafat didn't know many words in the "Ancient Demon Language," probably only a couple hundred, and they were all simple words.

But these one or two hundred characters contain a vast amount of hidden meaning that would require dozens of times more characters to explain in a simpler writing system.

Like the classical Chinese of Rein's previous life, it was common for a single word to have multiple meanings.

Moreover, the most bizarre things are the "pronunciation" and "writing"!

The pronunciation of the Demonic Language seems to be unsuited to human vocal cords, its deep, guttural tone sending chills down one's spine.

If it weren't for Rein advancing to the Second Tier Transcendent and awakening an extremely high level of "auditory perception," his ears wouldn't even have been able to detect that deep vocal frequency.

Moreover, the Demonic Language is not a two-dimensional font written on paper, but a three-dimensional structure. With the addition of the concept of "meaning," it should be considered something of four dimensions or even higher.

Using his fingers as a pen and light as ink, Mafat wrote strange "symbols" in the void.

These "symbols," once written, seem to come alive. Upon closer inspection, the characters seem to convey some "meaning" and "knowledge."

That's something beyond our comprehension.

Just as two-dimensional beings cannot comprehend the concept of time, just as summer insects cannot understand ice.

Because you don't have that concept of "meaning" in your mind, you can't understand it.

This is the language of communication with the gods!

If it weren't for Mafat's constant explanations, conveying the meaning of these symbols to Rein in a way that was almost like "initiation," he would have had no idea what he had just seen, or perhaps he wouldn't have seen it at all.

It's not something that can be explained in a few words; it's more of an "intention."

If you absolutely had to translate that word, Rein himself would say, "It's something that can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words."

At this moment, he finally understood why some Mystic System Transcendent spoke in a cryptic and enigmatic way instead of clearly stating their understanding.

It's not about being pretentious; it's about those who already know, and those who don't, even if I explained it, would be beyond your comprehension, and you wouldn't understand anyway.

Rein became completely engrossed in learning it, but it also gave him a huge headache.

Even with the help of Mind Core, he found it incredibly difficult.

The Mind Core can remember pronunciations, images, and the meanings explained by the Great Shaman Mafat, but the "meaning" and "knowledge" must be understood by Rein himself.

That "meaning" is quite mysterious; you might remember it one second, but forget that feeling the next.

If it cannot be described in words, one can only recall what the previously understood "meaning" was by feeling it again.

However, this learning progress is already many times higher than that of ordinary people.

Happy holidays everyone!