Chapter 532： 537? The truth

Chapter 532 537 Truth

Green controlled the Angel of Death and circled around the Titan Colossus in the air.

He can feel that the guardian's consciousness is becoming weak, losing his paranoid beliefs, his demise has become inevitable, and finally this broken Titan colossus will become his trophy.

Immediately, Green's gaze looked down.

The    explosion had completely exposed the entrance to the 'treasure of civilization' that was originally underground. The scene of General Ernest flying Wenger Steyr just now did not escape Green's sight.

"That's a good trick!" Green's voice came from under the angel of death's visor, slightly low: "Mr. Wenger Steyr."

"Who are you?" Wenger Steyr was not too surprised: "Is it the subordinate of the undead emperor? Or...is he himself?"

Green couldn't help being surprised by Wenger Steyr's keen insight, and said lightly: "You can call me Green." Although he didn't answer directly, it was equivalent to acquiescence.

Wenger Steyr's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he has only legendary strength, his talent is extraordinary and his spiritual power is extremely strong. If he was born in the main world, give him some time to properly recover before the age of forty. Can be promoted to natural disaster.

Therefore, Wenger Steyr could feel that although the strength of the angel wrapped in armor in front of him was powerful, it did not reach the level of natural disasters.

But when the city-state and the undead first contacted, the guardian clearly concluded that the other party had a natural disaster grade existence, and this maintained a peaceful situation of non-aggression before.

Therefore, Wenger Steyr guessed that this person in front of him should not be the body of the mysterious powerhouse who controls the huge undead empire, but should be just a clone, or a stand-in or something.

But no matter what it is, it doesn't matter to him. He has already done what he should do. With the collapse of this city-state, the treasure house of civilization has also been opened. The mission of inheriting civilization no longer exists, and the surviving city-state residents have completely shaken off the heavy burden. And cruel historical shackles.

From now on, whether they become servants of the undead empire, or choose to escape, enter the fog to explore, or die in a dangerous wasteland and become a skeleton, at least they are fundamentally free, rather than exist to achieve a certain purpose. tool man.

"Mr. Green, I have a deal, I wonder if you are interested?" Wenger Steyr thought for a while, then suddenly asked with a smile.

Green was a little surprised. He couldn't think of any good deals the other party had with him, but Wenger Steyr's expression was calm and confident, and it didn't seem like a joke.

Wenger Steyr did not wait for Green's answer, and continued to think to himself: "Not long ago, I hid the wealth accumulated by the city-state for countless years in a place, including precious minerals, ancient treasures, artifacts and strange objects, as well as city-state inheritance. techniques and some cultivation methods. I can offer them all, and I hope you can treat the remnants of the city-state kindly.”

"Why do you do this?" Green stared at Wenger Steyr, and could feel his emotional expression when he said "being kind to the remnants of the city-state". He wasn't a mad person, but he did something mad.

"There is no reason, I just think it should end." Wenger Steyr replied lightly, as if to say something trivial.

"Okay, I can promise you." Green did not continue to ask questions. It is pointless to discuss and argue with a person whose thinking is not in a logical line, and there will be no results.

"Thank you!" Wenger Steyr bowed slightly: "The thing is in the barracks outside the city-state, where there is an underground warehouse, you should not be difficult to find."

"We have already decided to destroy all of this, so why keep those things?" Green suddenly thought of this question.

"It's not destruction, but liberation!" Wenger Steyr straightened his back and emphasized: "I just broke a shackle, not to destroy anything. In the process, some people died, that is Necessary loss, there is no freedom in this world without a price."

Green declined to comment.

Wenger Steyr continued: "As for those things, they were originally given to you. In my plan, after the destruction of the city-state, the surviving humans have no way to survive, and they need the protection of the strong. I have considered the silver in the north. King, but finally chose your undead empire, I know your servant system."

Green's heart was moved. He had never heard of the name 'Silver King', but according to Wenger Steyr, there was a powerful force that was at least not inferior to the human city-state further north across the human city-state. The leader there is called the Silver King.

Green was about to ask further questions, but at this moment, with a sudden bang, an astonishing psionic energy burst out from the entrance of the treasure house of civilization.

This psychic energy is very huge, even more than the middle-level natural disaster, at least stronger than the Titan Colossus in its heyday. However, this powerful psychic energy has an aura of decay and decay. It feels like an old coffin that has been dug out from the ground and has been buried for thousands of years.

followed by a shrill scream: "No~~~ impossible!"

That was General Ernest who broke in before, and the shrill scream contained disbelief and panic.

"Is it really a scam from the beginning?" Wenger Steyr muttered to himself, feeling a little depressed, shook his head helplessly, as if he had guessed it, but was not willing to accept the crueler truth.

At this time, the entrance to the treasure house of civilization fluctuated.

A person slowly came out from inside, holding another person’s neck in this person’s hands, being dragged out like a dead dog.

Green and Wenger Steyr looked over together, and saw that this man was about forty years old, wearing a gorgeous golden armor, dragging a red cloak behind his back, and using a golden headband to tie his curly blond hair, showing a handsome appearance His facial features, but his eyes were dark and angry.

With a    bang, the man threw the half-dead General Ernest out with a flick of his hand and slammed into the melted and re-congealed stone wall a few meters away.

Because General Ernest hit so hard, a broken rib penetrated the flesh, revealing the white stubble, and then fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood, the spiritual energy in the body disintegrated, seeing that there was more air out and less air in. Can't be saved.

The presence of Green and Wenger Steyr did not care about the life and death of General Ernest, they were all looking at the noble and dignified middle-aged man in front of him, but with a rotten and ancient atmosphere.

"Why do you want to open the treasure house of civilization in advance?" The middle-aged man stared at Green and Wenger Steyr like a falcon: "Where's Albert? Where is he!"

Green frowned slightly, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it should be some ancient language.

But Wenger Steyr understood it. This was a popular and widely used lingua franca of the 'last era' recorded by the city-state before the foggy world entered the end period.

"Do you mean Albert the Guardian? Your Majesty Tuttle!" Wenger Steyr said slowly, his tone was stiff and unfamiliar, but it did not hinder communication.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and focused on Wenger Steyr: "You know me?"

Wenger Steyr said indifferently: "In the last era, the last emperor of the Lanying Empire, the brilliant but untimely Emperor Tuttle. It is no wonder that the history of the last era in the city-state's books has almost disappeared, but The only thing that has kept a lot of records about you, is it a special preparation for your return?"

Emperor Tuttle frowned. Before he fell asleep, he had imagined many scenes after waking up, but he did not expect this scene.

Wenger Steyr continued to say unhurriedly: "Then the so-called treasure house of civilization that inherits the fire of human civilization is really a fake? This is just a space for you to seal yourself. Before the next era comes, spend this period of time. a month of Sundays."

"Young man, you are very smart." Emperor Tuttle said slowly: "But you are wrong, the treasure house of civilization is not fake, because I am the fuel of inheritance of civilization, and this is the mission I must shoulder. and responsibility."

When    said these words, Tuttle the Great was not arrogant, but there was a firm belief in his eyes. He firmly believed that he shouldered the mission of inheriting human civilization in the new era.

However, at this moment, the sluggish Titan Colossus suddenly moved.

The Titan Colossus supported the huge body with its arms, and stared at Emperor Tuttle below with golden eyes, revealing incredible emotions, and then suddenly roared in anger, like a wounded lone wolf who was betrayed by the population. The initial shock turned into a sudden, followed by the rage of being deceived, and the anger that could not be accused and questioned...

In the end, all the emotions turned into a violent blow!

The Titan statue raised its huge fist and smashed it down at Emperor Tuttle.

Gathering all the remaining spiritual energy in the body, at this moment, the Titan colossus broke out with a fatal blow. The huge fist was wrapped with light yellow spiritual energy, tearing the air and erupting a deafening sonic boom, and the space in front of the fist was full. It was torn and shattered, revealing pieces of twisted and illusory spiritual world.

At this moment, in Green's eyes, the combat power of the Titan Colossus broke through to more than 60,000!

It was a blow of anger and despair.

"Albert..." Emperor Tuttle looked up, showing a complicated expression, muttered in a low voice, raised his hand at the same time, and suddenly a circular halo spread from the palm of his hand.

In the pale golden halo, a complex and gorgeous magic circle emerged. He pushed him forward, immediately let go, and quickly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, this circular magic circle was more than ten meters in diameter and met the fist of the Titan...

In an instant, there was a boom!

The full power of the Titan Colossus erupted, and a blow that was close to the high-level natural disaster was actually caught!

is completely unable to shake the magic circle that Emperor Tuttle sent out!

(end of this chapter)