Chapter 136 Girl

Whether there is a problem with his own perception - this is indeed a situation that makes Gawain extremely irritable, but he still lacks more control groups and exploration methods, so this question can only be put on hold for the time being. The problem, he cared more about other things, about the gods.

The Eternal Slate Fragment is real, are the things it records also true? If those things are true... Gawain has to pay attention to a fact that is quite frightening when he thinks about it:

The gods are dead.

The messy and shattered call logs explicitly mention the gods by name, and the content of the call itself allows one to piece together a shocking god-hunting war in which, according to the records, the gods were almost overwhelming. The disadvantage was not so much that it was a war, but rather that those gods were being systematically eliminated one by one, and the gods of the major contemporary sects that Gawain knew were all among them.

So, the gods are dead - so what are the tens of millions of mortal believers in the world today worshipping every day? !

What answered the prayers of mortals, what was controlling the flow of divine power, what was performing miracles, what was the secret and indescribable murmur of the devotees as they meditated, and Through whispers, one after another "God figurative" has been dropped? !

When those devout priests prayed earnestly, they would hear whispers from the gods deep in their hearts, and if the whispers were not from the gods at all, then their source would make people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, Gawain couldn't help but think of the "Fall of White Star Incident" that caused the Druid sect to split and degenerate into the Druid sect.

The events of 3,000 years ago, even for the once-prosperous Gondor Empire, are already historically accurate "ancient events". It is difficult for humans with short and changeable lifespans to record such ancient events clearly, but Germany The main inheritor of the Rui sect is the elves, but the long-lived elves can clearly record this kind of thing that spans thousands of years.

In the historical books of elves, "The Fall of the White Star" was a "dark miracle" that only Druids observed and perceived. At that time, all Druids had a unified "phantom".

They saw the sky split in two, the dark starry sky descending to a height that seemed to be within reach, and the blazing stars shaking violently in the starry sky, falling to the ground - but except the Druid, all ordinary people at the time Nothing was seen on the ground.

Therefore, the Fall of the White Star was regarded as a massive collective hallucination. However, because of its huge scale and the fact that the event itself involved gods, scholars did not dare to casually use "illusion" to perfunctory the past, and instead explained it. For a meteor shower born at a higher level and parallel to the current time and space, they believe that something has fallen from the gods and landed in the gap between the mortal world and the gods, and ordinary people without spiritual gifts Naturally, it is impossible to detect, this is the "fall of the white star".

But no matter what the truth of White Star's Fall was, the Druid magic was ineffective after that event.

Gawain originally thought that the fall of the white star was the fall of the natural gods, but now the information in the fragments of the eternal slate makes him doubt it: the history of the eternal slate is much older than the fall of the white star!

These pale golden metal plates first appeared in the first pioneering period, which is an ancient era that has been tens of thousands of years ago, and the real formation or birth time of the eternal slate can only be older than that, that is to say, in the Before mortals established civilization on this land, the gods recorded on the Eternal Slate were already dead!

So what were the white stars that fell from the sky in the collective hallucinations of the druids three thousand years ago? The gods of nature, who had already cooled down, got up and died again?

...

While Gawain fell into contemplation facing the fragments of the Eternal Slate, in a forest far away from the Dark Mountains and Leslie's territory, large groups of vines suddenly emerged from the ground, entangled and swelled into a huge sac , a moment later the cyst burst, and a staggering figure emerged from it.

This figure is wearing a black robe that has been tattered into strips of cloth, brown short and messy sticking to the scalp, thin and pale, with gloomy eyes, his entire right arm has been blown off by Qigan, and the terrifying wound is now in a mass Covered in wriggling flesh and undergoing difficult regeneration.

This is the previous cultist who escaped from Tanzania by chance.

The heavy physical injury, mental exhaustion, and the long escape distance all made this middle-aged man, who was originally a strong man, extremely weak. Following his footsteps, the shrubs and weeds that passed by him withered and rotted away, dying in the blink of an eye as if their vitality had been drawn out of thin air.

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 and looked down at the symbol carved with a sharp tool on the stone: a mass of withered and curled thorns.

Seeing the sign that all things will die, the middle-aged cultist took out a wooden whistle from his arms with his only left hand, but before it blew, he heard the sound of leaves slamming around, and a large number of fallen leaves. Swept up by the strong wind, it condensed into a hazy figure on the boulder. When the leaves dispersed, the figure gradually became clear: a tall woman with dark green length, fair skin and beautiful face, dressed like a priest's robe However, all the sacred religious symbols were erased from the robe, and at the hem of the robe, instead of human feet, a terrifying mass of "limbs" like the roots of a tree was exposed.

"A shameful failure, Mr. Bud," said the tall and slender woman with dark green length, her voice seemed to be mingled with the noise of shattering dead leaves. "It turns out that your confidence is blind."

"Gawain Cecil really succeeded in resurrecting, and he took action to sabotage my actions," the middle-aged cultist known as "Bud" was respectful, but not timid and humble, he stood up and explained "Ms. Bertiera, his strength is over-estimated, I even doubt that he has lost any combat experience!"

"If he is really as strong as he was then, you won't have time to take a second breath after seeing him," the tall and slender woman called Bertila said unceremoniously, but followed the conversation, "but he Being able to beat you easily shows that he is indeed not as weak as I thought at first..."

"How could this be?" Bud's voice was full of confusion. "Isn't it that his soul has been annihilated, and even if his body remains and is resurrected, he will become a cripple or even a living dead?"

"He has come into contact with those 'things of apocalypse', and even had direct communication with an ancient spirit. No one knows what kind of knowledge and power he gained in the process," Bertila said lightly. There seemed to be a strange emotion in his eyes, it was an expression mixed with fear and emotion, "So no one knows whether his current behavior stems from some ancient guidance... In short, things about him don't need to be You look into it."

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

"Just leave it alone, including the piece of the eternal slate, and put it down together," Bertila said indifferently, "The war between Typhon and Anzu is approaching, and we have been preparing for this day for hundreds of years. , you can't have an accident because of anything."

Bud nodded: "I understand."

Bertiera nodded slightly, then glanced at the blood and flesh on Bud's right shoulder: "After your arm grows, go to Typhon, go to the quicksand coast to meet the local cultists, and go to the Children of the Storm's church together. Sea area. The Grand Master has arranged for you to help them as messengers of the Society for the End of All Things."

"Children of the Storm? Those believers of the God of Storms?" Bud frowned, "They rarely ask for help from the outside world..."

"They provoked the siren in the eastern seas." Bertila said lightly.

Bud's eyes widened, and he stopped talking, just lowered his head slightly to express his acceptance of the order.

The gust of wind blew up again, and the withered leaves swirled around Bertila's figure. Her body gradually decomposed into crumbs from the bottom to the top in the whirlwind of leaves, but before the upper body disintegrated, her eyes fell on her. On the broken sword on Bud's waist, a slightly distorted voice came from the whirlwind: "Bud Wendell, your attachment to the past will hinder your path to truth, if you want to One step further down the path of the Blighted Priest, you'd better put down your sword..."

Bertiera's voice and her figure disappeared together, leaving only the magic reaction that was gradually dissipating. Bud stood in front of the falling leaves, and after a long time, he sneered, turned and walked slowly into the depths of the forest.

The remaining magic power erased all the signs of death on the boulder, and in the end, there is no trace left here.

...

New Cecil Land.

Gawain finally decided to temporarily seal the Eternal Slate Fragment and focused his attention on the construction of the territory.

The secrets of the gods are indeed heartwarming. The truth of "God is dead" may be enough to shake the whole world. However, Gawain is still awake: this is not a field he can touch and intervene in now, and this important truth is only a short time away. There will be no way to bring him any benefit.

The gods are dead. This truth is indeed shocking, but it can only shock the world. How can we know this truth? In this age of the world, before there is enough power, even mastering the laws of the universe's operation is nothing more than a madman's madness. He can't find anyone to tell this secret, and even saying it will cause unnecessary attention and hostility. , so for the sake of the stable development of the territory, he might as well keep this matter in his heart first.

After putting away the fragments of the slate, Gawain took out the rune logic data that he had copied from Jenny Perrault, and prepared to continue the study and research that had not been completed before.

But not long after he entered the state, the tent curtain was opened by someone - Knight Byron ran in in a hurry, and he had an extraordinarily strange expression on his face.

There is tension and consternation, but more of a sense of bewilderment and embarrassment.

In other words, the expression of this old fritter-shaped knight is quite rich.

"What's going on in such a panic?" Gawain raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged knight, "Amber was beaten by Rebecca? Or was Rebecca beaten by Heidi?"

"Neither of it!" Knight Byron's face was awkward and at a loss, he rubbed his hands vigorously, "Sir, I... I'm afraid I won't be able to adopt that dumb child..."

"I can't adopt it?" Gawain stopped flipping through the documents in his hand and looked at Byron fixedly, "You can't talk nonsense, you are a knight, and when you decided to adopt that child, it was my testimony. "

"But...but that child..." Byron's face became awkward, "she's a woman!"

"Aha?"

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