Chapter 136： girl

Whether there is a problem with his own perception, this is indeed a situation that makes Gao Wen extremely irritated, but he still lacks more control groups and exploration methods, so this problem can only be temporarily put on hold, and compared to this temporary suspension, He cares more about other things about the gods.

The eternal slate fragments are true. Are the things recorded in it true? If those things are also true... Gao Wen has to pay attention to the fact that he is quite amazed by the thought:

The gods are dead.

The messy call records clearly mention the names of the gods, and the content of the call itself can make a shocking war of hunting, according to records, the gods in the war are almost overwhelming The disadvantage is not so much a war, but rather that the gods are being eliminated one by one in a planned way, and the gods of the contemporary sects known to Gao Wen are among them.

So, the gods are dead. What is the daily worship of tens of millions of mortal believers in the world today? !

What is the response to the mortal prayer, what is controlling the flow of divine power, what is descending all kinds of miracles, what is the whisper of secret and indescribable when the believers meditate, and by what Whispered down one after another "God"? !

When the devout priests pray and pray, they will hear the whisper from the gods in their hearts, and if the whisper is not sent by the gods, then their source is chilling.

Then, Gao Wen couldn't help but think of the "white star fall event" that led to the division of the Druid sect and the degeneration into the Druid school.

Things that were 3,000 years ago, even for the stalwart empire of the dynasty, have been an "ancient event" that is beyond the precision of history. It is difficult for human beings with short and varied life to record such ancient things. The main inheritor of the Rui sect is the elf, and the long-lived elf can clearly record the things that span thousands of years.

In the historical books of the elves, the "white star is fallen" is a "dark miracle" that only the druids observed and perceived. At that time, all the druids produced a unified "illusion", and they saw the sky one point. For the second time, the dark starry sky fell to the height that seemed to be within reach, and the blazing stars swayed in the stars, falling to the ground but except for the druids, all the ordinary people at that time did not see anything falling. on the ground.

Therefore, the fall of the white star is regarded as a huge collective illusion, but because of its huge scale, the event itself involves the gods, so scholars do not dare to use the "illusion" to perfuse the past and explain it. For a meteorite rain that occurs at a higher level and parallels the current time and space, they believe that something falls from the gods and falls between the mortal world and the realm of the gods, and ordinary people without spiritual talents Naturally undetectable, this is the "white star fallen."

But regardless of the truth about the fall of the white star, the druids of the gods failed after that event.

Gao Wen originally thought that the fall of white stars was the fall of natural deities, but now the information in the pieces of eternal slate makes him doubt: the history of eternal slate can be much longer than the fall of white stars!

These pale gold metal plates first appeared in the first pioneering era, which was tens of thousands of years old in ancient times, and the real shape or birth time of the eternal slate can only be older than that, that is, in Before the people built civilization on this land, the gods recorded in the eternal slate were dead!

So what is the white star that descended from the sky in the collective illusion of the Druids three thousand years ago? The natural **** that has already cooled down has climbed up and died again?

......

While Gao Wen was mired in the face of the eternal slate, while away from the dark mountains and a forest in the Leslie territory, the large vines suddenly burrowed from the ground and entangled and expanded into a huge cyst. After a while, the cystic ruptured, and a sly figure emerged from the inside.

This figure is covered with a black robes that have been smashed into cloth. The short brown hair is cluttered on the scalp. It is pale and pale, and his eyes are gloomy. His entire right arm has been blown up by the roots. The terrible wound is now being smashed. The creepy flesh covered and carried out a difficult regeneration.

This is the mortal cult who used to escape from Tanzan town.

The physical insanity, the mental exhaustion, and the long escape distance, have made this middle-aged man who was originally called a strong person extremely weak. He walked steadily between the trees, and with In his footsteps, the shrubs and weeds that passed by him were wilting, as if the vitality was taken out of thin air and died in the blink of an eye.

Absorbing the vitality of these plants, the middle-aged man's face finally recovered a little bit of blood, he stopped in front of a large stone, looked down at the symbol on the stone with a sharp weapon: a bunch of withered curly thorns.

Seeing the mark of the end of all things, the middle-aged cultist used his left hand to find a wooden whistle from his arms, but before he blew it, he heard the sound of the leaves squeaking around, a lot of fallen leaves. Was swept up by the wind, and condensed into a sly figure on the boulder. When the leaves were scattered, the figure gradually became clear: a tall woman with long dark hair, fair skin and a good face, dressed as a sacred robe The clothes, but the robes erased all the sacred religious symbols, and in the hem of the robes, it was not the human feet, but a terrible "limb" like a tree root.

"A shameful defeat, Mr. Bud," the tall woman with dark green hair opened her mouth, and the sound seemed to be mixed with the noise of dead leaves. "It turns out that your self-confidence is blind."

"Gaowen Cecil really succeeded in resurrection, and his shots undermined my actions." The middle-aged cult, known as "Bad," is respectful but not timid, he stands up straight to explain "Ms. Bertila, his strength exceeds the estimate, I even suspect that he has not lost any combat experience!"

"If he is as strong as he was, you will not be able to breathe a second breath after seeing him," said the tall woman known as Bertila, but he followed the words, "but he Can easily beat you, which means he really is not as weak as I thought at first..."

"How could this be?" Budd’s voice was full of confusion. "Isn’t that his soul has been annihilated, even if the body is left behind and resurrected, will it become a waste or even a dead person?"

"He has been in contact with those 'apocalyptic things' and even communicated directly with an ancient spirit. No one knows what kind of knowledge and strength he has gained in the process," Belltila said faintly. There seems to be a strange emotion in his eyes. It is a mixture of jealousy and emotion. "So no one knows whether his current behavior stems from some ancient guidance... In short, things about him don't need it. You go deeper."

"I understand," Bud nodded, his head finally lowered slightly. "What do we do next? Leave him alone?"

"Let's leave it alone, including the pieces of eternal slate, and put it down," said Bertila's voice indifferently. "The war between Tifeng and Ansu is approaching. We have been preparing for this day for hundreds of years. , can't give birth to anything because of anything."

Bud nodded: "I understand."

Bertila slightly decapitated, then looked at the flesh and blood of Bard's right shoulder: "When you have this arm, you will go to Tifeng, go to the sands coast and meet the local congregation, and go to the son of the storm together." The sea area. The great patriarch arranges you to be the messenger of all things to help them."

"The son of the storm? The believers of the gods of the storm?" Bard frowned. "They rarely ask for help from outside..."

"They provoked the Kraken in the eastern waters," Bertila said faintly.

Bud’s eyes were lingering, no longer speaking, but he bowed his head and said that he received the order.

The wind blew up again, and the withered leaves swirled around the statue of Bertila. Her body gradually decomposed into debris in the vortex of the fallen leaves, but her eyes fell before the upper body disintegrated. On the broken sword at Bard's waist, a slightly distorted voice came from the whirlwind: "Bad Wendell, your attachment to the past will hinder your path to truth, if you want to Going further on the road to the gods, you'd better let go of your sword..."

The voice of Bertila disappeared with her figure, leaving only the magical reaction that was gradually dissipating. Bard stood in front of the falling leaves, and then laughed for a long time, and turned slowly to the depths of the forest.

The remnant magic erased all the objects on the boulder and marked them. In the end, there was no trace left here.

......

New Cecil collar.

Gao Wen finally decided to temporarily seal the pieces of eternal slate and focus his attention on the construction of the territory.

The secrets of the gods are really heart-rending. The truth of "God is dead" is probably enough to shake the pattern of the whole world. However, Gao Wen is still awake: this is not the field he can now touch and intervene, and this major truth is one and a half. There is no way to bring him any income.

The gods are dead. This truth is truly shocking, but it can only be shocked. How can this truth be known? In this era of the world, before there is not enough power, even if you master the law of the operation of the universe, it is just a madman’s madness. This secret can’t find people, even saying it will cause unnecessary attention and hostility. Therefore, in order to maintain a stable development of the territory, he is better to put this matter in his heart.

Collecting the slate fragments, Gao Wen took out the rune logic data that he had copied from Jenny Perrault, and was ready to continue the study and research that had not been completed before.

But he didn't enter the state for a long time, the tent curtain was smashed by the Byron Knight, and his face had a strange expression.

There are both tensions and horror, but more of it is ruthless and embarrassing.

It is said that this old fritter-type knight has a very rich expression.

"What's the matter so panic?" Gao Wen looked up at the middle-aged knight. "Amber was beaten by Rebecca? Or was Rebecca hit by Hert?"

"Nothing!" Byron's face was awkward and helpless. He slammed his hands. "Adult, I... I'm afraid I can't adopt the dumb boy..."

"There is no way to adopt?" Gao Wen stopped the action of reading the information on his hand and fixedly looked at Byron. "This can not be said, you are a knight, and when you decide to adopt the child, it is my testimony." ”

"But...but that kid..." Byron’s face was a little awkward. "She is a woman!"

"Aha?"