Chapter 1720：

"The one who knows most about what's happening on Earth is Gaia himself. But unfortunately, Gaia has been corrected. Even if you hold the Star Sword and the Star Spear, you can't understand His Star Principles and talk to Him. In addition, it is from the ultra-ancient to the modern age, and created the fairy tits. It’s just as regrettable that you inherited the vortex of tits, which means that most of the **** have been killed. "Death of Heaven spread out his hands and said.

Her meaning is very simple, that is, you can't know the answer you want to know.

"By the way, Sakura's brother, why are you asking about this?" Tiamat looked at Shirou and asked.

Shiro stretched out his hand, pointed at the three-eyed teenager who had fainted, and explained Weber's message.

After hearing that Shirou wanted to understand the tip of the iceberg of the Lord of Relief, he began to explore things about Mu and the Gendaya civilization. The Demise of the Sky curled his lips and said, "What is there to explore about that thing. But, really explore. If anything comes out, it’s best to tell me too. Honestly, including us UO and the Star Kings, we also want to know the true face of the Lord of Relief."

Tiamat nodded solemnly.

She also wanted to understand what the essence of the Lord of Relief who destroyed their civilization like the gods of the universe was.

"The village chief...sister..."

At this time, an unconscious murmur called out from the mouth of the three-eyed boy.

Shiro knew that the three-eyed boy was about to wake up, and in order to have a peaceful communication with the three-eyed boy, Shiro had to condemn Morrigan first.

This made Molly Gan very resentful, but she had to leave. She knew that the things about the Lord of Relief were really more important than her interest.

As soon as the three-eyed boy woke up, he saw Shi Lang and others who were watching him, and his face was immediately full of fear and fear.

Heaven's Death Corpse smiled comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, little boy."

She is wearing a white dress, shoulder-length blonde hair, and her delicate and gentle face, which makes people feel like an angel in a fairy tale.

However, in the eyes of the three-eyed boy, he saw a piranha that bite and swallowed its prey, and he shivered suddenly.

"Don't be afraid." Tiamat said.

The three-eyed boy saw it again. He saw a warship full of weapons, strafing the ground, and annihilating everything, and two giant dragons that created countless cannibals, and he shivered with fright.

"We are not bad guys." Altria said.

The three-eyed boy trembled, and he saw a red dragon that was fragmented, but still breathing dragon's breath.

The three-eyed boy's gaze fell on Shilang again.

At this moment, he was not just shaking, his whole figure was dominated by fear.

He saw endless malice and darkness from Shi Lang, but when he looked into the depths, he saw the light of fire in the endless darkness.

There was a small white person by the fire, covered in black spots, constantly licking the firewood, the burning fire was small but very dazzling, illuminating the extremely narrow darkness.

And beside the villain, there was a whirlpool, turning, turning, seeming to produce a great repulsive force, isolating the infestation of that huge darkness.

"Hello, please don't be afraid, we are not..."

Shi Lang was about to hold the three-eyed boy's heart, but before he could finish his words, the three-eyed boy fell to the ground directly at him, worshiping and knocking.

"My lord god, my lord god, I finally found you. Please save the village, save the village!"

Crying and grabbing the ground.

Shirou was stunned.

What the hell?

Chapter 82—The Maelstrom, the Protector, and the Magician of God

"My lord god, my lord god, I finally found you. Please save the village, save the village!"

The three-eyed boy cried and robbed him of the earth, bowed and kowtow to Shilang, then grabbed Shilang's hand and cried.

Shi Lang moved his hand, failed to draw it back, and raised his eyebrows: "If you have something to say, I suggest you let go of my hand before I get angry."

Shirou cherishes the body he is currently using, because this body belongs to Altria, not his.

The three-eyed boy was taken aback, and subconsciously let go of his palm. Shi Lang pulled his hand back and rubbed it. This boy looked rather small, but his strength was quite large, and he was indeed an ancient fantasy species.

Shilang sat on the table aside, looking at the three-eyed boy with his holy blue eyes, and asked, "What is your name? And why do you call me "God"?"

The three-eyed boy looked around at the people around him, panic and at a loss.

Altria stepped forward, looked at the three-eyed boy gently, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, we will help you."

Looking at the gentle Altria, the image of the guarding red dragon seen in the three-eyed boy's eyes became clearer and clearer, and the nervous and panicked heart settled down unconsciously.

He turned his head, looked at Shi Lang, and said: "My name is Charia, Lord God, I live in a village in the Cordillera Mountain System..."

It turns out that the three-eyed people living in South America are not just Charria, but a village.

The three-eyed village was built on the mountain. Before UO they wantonly transformed this connection point, it inhabited here, living the primitive life of sunrise and sunset. The virtualization of the world has no effect on their lives. Not big.

The three-eyed people also believed that they would live a stable and stable life until more than a month ago, a group of God-based magicians and adventurers who mastered the power of God attacked their village.

"Obviously there is nothing valuable in our village, and there are no monsters gathering upgrade points around, but those priests and adventurers attacked our village and killed Uncle Olas, even the village chief and Ramo. Sister Yi..."

The three-eyed boy clenched his fists, and fear, hatred, and resentment formed a complicated picture of the human world in his eyes.

"They took us into captivity, and I took the opportunity to escape. They are too powerful and I can't save the people. However, as long as you find the legendary patron saint, the people will be saved... So, Lord God..."

The three-eyed boy looked at Shirou hopefully with both eyes.

The dead body of the sky came to Shiro with a stride, stab Shiro with his elbow, and said with a smile: "So you are also a god. Shouldn't you want to bury yourself, King Eternal?"

"This kind of low-level joke is not fun at all."

Shilang rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed at the hair of the dead of the sky, and then moved upwards, the dead of the sky screamed in pain, and suddenly did not dare to hold his elbow against Shiro, and instead hugged his head and pulled away with Shiro. Distance.

Shi Lang squinted at the Skeleton of Heaven, but fortunately, this guy's hair was not as short as Elquette, and it was not easy to grasp.

Turning his head and looking at the three-eyed boy, Shi Lang said, "I am not the protector of the village. You have found the wrong person."

Hearing this, the three-eyed boy was excited: "No, I definitely did not find a mistake, you are the protector of the village!"

"How do you tell?" Shilang asked.

Whether he is a modern person or a British person, at least ten thousand years have passed since the surviving South American mythological era of Maya civilization. How could he have left footprints and legends here?

Moreover, using [Root Cause] to tamper with the recording tape of Lingzi, it is a miraculous thing to succeed once, and it is impossible to happen the second time. After all, Gaia's monster and Alaya's heroic spirit are not joking.

The most important thing is that the Lord of Relief is sealed in the [root] vortex known as the Akashic Record, and the probability of being directly swallowed by the Lord of Relief is extremely high when entering the road of [Root].

Shirou still remembers the past of his journey through [Root Cause]. He still has a fluke. It can only be said that the stronger he becomes, the more he knows, and the more he knows, the more he can realize his own insignificance and unknown horror.

So how can this kind of thing happen a second time?