Chapter 770 The Strongest Human Race Becomes the Emperor

Before Zhao Yin came, he collected a large amount of information about the King of Books.

The old man does not have long life left, and his current physical condition is that he is nearly 70 years old.

Three large barrels of white fruit wine can at least extend the life of the elderly for another thousand years!

Sure enough, at this time, the expression on the face of the calligrapher king could no longer remain calm and changed several times.

"Even if you, my foster father, don't care about life or death, it would be a blessing for the human race to have one more king who could rule over the human race for thousands of years!"

"It is Zhao Yin's expectation, and it is also the expectation of the entire human race!"

Zhao Yin clasped his fists again and bowed deeply: "Zhao Yin only asks that if Wang Xiaolei is found, he will never ruin the affairs of the human race. Please also ask his adoptive father to inform him of his whereabouts!"

The king of writers was stunned for a long time and sighed.

"Zhao Yin, do you know what Emma did?"

Having said this, the King of Books raised his hand and took out a scroll.

After being crushed, a layer of energy shield was formed, covering the entire courtyard.

Zhao Yin understood that the next words of the scribe king must be very secretive.

Once upon a time, two kings set out at the same time to stop Emma at any cost!

However, when the King of Heaven beheaded Emma, ​​he left her with a glimmer of hope...

It can be seen that this matter, even for kings, is full of complications.

Zhao Yin did not speak, waiting for the next words of the King of Books.

The King of Books said slowly: "Do you know the reason for the decline of the human race?"

"Humans have no gods!"

Zhao Yin said it, which is recognized by almost all races.

This incident was recorded in the annals of history and appeared in the textbooks of advanced human civilization.

Millions of years ago, no gods were born in the human race.

"There are no more human races, and there are no more gods!"

The king who wrote the book had a flash of sadness in his eyes and a vicissitude in his voice.

"Even records about human gods only appear in unofficial histories and countless advanced extraordinary civilizations, and there are no records in official history!"

"How come the records of human gods disappeared?" Zhao Yin was lost in thought.

The King of Books shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Perhaps someone deliberately erased the traces of the human gods. Maybe... the human race has never given birth to gods!"

"I have lived for endless years, but I can only make vague guesses, just because all alien races have gods in the world, but the human race does not."

"The gods of the human race may be just the fantasy of hundreds of millions of people, and they are a spiritual comfort for future generations."

If someone else had said the words of the writer king, Zhao Yin would definitely think that it was a fantasy.

He once heard the Pig God himself mention the brilliance of the human race.

Even the gods of the alien races in the heavens have to bow their heads in front of the human race.

But at this moment, the majestic king obviously will not target without aim!

The king of books must have spent endless years and painstaking efforts to utter these words.

"It is recorded in the official history that the strongest person in the human race is called an emperor. In history, every emperor of the human race has great power and is the true backer of the human race!"

The voice of the calligrapher king caused ripples in Zhao Yin's heart.

He remembered the human race in white in the memory passed down by the Pig God.

He was once called emperor!

Zhao Yin even recalled the scene when the white-clothed humans first met the Pig God and knocked back the foreign gods with a sword...

How stunning, how domineering?

"Even though the emperor is not a god, he is better than a god!"

A strange light appeared in the eyes of the king of books, and he said slowly: "If the human race today still has the existence of the emperor, why are they... so humble?"

"Do you know, foster father, why the last human emperor suddenly disappeared?" Zhao Yin couldn't help but ask.

This is also the doubt of Old Pig God. So far, Old Pig God still doesn’t know.

The king of writers sighed: "What I'm talking to you about today is exactly related to this!"

"Millions of years ago, although the Emperor was powerful, there was only one person after all. He went to a deserted place, looking for an opportunity to become a god."

Zhao Yin frowned and listened, obviously the white-clothed human race had failed.

Otherwise, the human race would not be where it is today.

"That place is called the place of origin by all the heavens and all races. Rumor has it that it is the origin of all living beings in the world."

"From now on, the emperor never returns, and no emperor is born again in the human race!"

"Most of the remaining strong men in the human race have turned into demons in order to become emperors, but they don't know that they will eventually lose their nature and no longer be human... This is the origin of the corpse demon clan!"

"Because of this, the fate of the human race has declined again and again, and now...!"

Zhao Yin already knew the origin of the corpse demon clan.

The last human emperor went to the initial place. Just hearing the name, you will know that it is not simple.

"The place where Emma is going is the beginning?" Zhao Yin's pupils shrank.

The king who wrote the book nodded and said: "Place names are just names for all races. No one knows where it is and how terrifying and dangerous it is!"

"That place is a restricted area for all races. Over the endless years, more than one human emperor has stepped in, and even alien gods have gone there!"

"But in the end, no one can come back, and...!"

"And it's like a curse. No tribe that has a strong person enters it will be strong and strong forever!"

"There was once a powerful alien race. Twelve gods were born in one race, and they entered together, but in the end... there was no news. That race... was the God Clan!"

"Nowadays, the top clans are fragmented and turned into countless small clans. Some small clans are enslaved by powerful clans, and some are barely surviving. Even my human race is not as good as...!"

At the mention of the curse, the King who was as strong as the Bookman also clenched his fists.

The decline of the human race is the biggest regret of his life! The survival of the human race is the goal of his life! The revival of the human race is the biggest dream of his life!

Zhao Yin still didn't understand why Emma wanted to go to the starting place and would rather bear the crime of treason.

Why did the Book King and the Heaven King join forces to stop a human race who was not a king from going to the starting place?

"After the last emperor of the human race stepped into the starting place, the human race declined again and again. Later generations found that no one could become an emperor, so some people hoped to step into the starting place to find the remains after the emperor disappeared!"

"For countless years, how many human race strongmen, after stepping into the starting place, were like being cursed and never returned!"

"A million years ago, the brother of the last human emperor, the black-clothed king Ge Wu... that is, the founder of the Black Armor Army!"

"He is hailed as the person with the greatest hope of becoming an emperor!"

"The path chosen by Ge Wu is to transform into a demon, hoping to become Emperor, and even became a human god that has never been seen in the ages!"

"But in the end... the corpse demon clan lost its nature and became the enemy of the human race!"

"That was the biggest disaster for the human race in millions of years...!"

"It almost destroyed all the foundations left by the emperor!"

"When the catastrophe came, there was finally a time and space projection that walked out of the starting place. That was the missing emperor!"

"In the projection, the emperor's breath was weak, his injuries were very serious, and even only half of his head was left!"

The Book King closed his eyes, and a memory turned into a soul imprint and sank into Zhao Yin's eyebrows.

Zhao Yin had experienced this once.

The old pig god had also turned his memory into a soul imprint and displayed it in his sea of ​​consciousness!