Bulwark of Light

Chapter 591 All For Return

The second floor of the attic fell into a brief silence.

After a while, the queen asked: "Are there any restrictions on viewing the 'Forbidden Ancient Book' left by the ancestor of the light?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it."

Meng Xizhou spoke subconsciously, and she immediately understood the real meaning of the Queen's words.

She has seen it, so what about the Seat of Light?
"I don't know if the God of Light has read the ancient book of the ancestor..."

Meng Xizhou hesitated for a moment, "But when I was reading, the spiritual fluctuations on the pages were very fresh. There are too many books in the taboo library...even the sacred seat for smelting fire, I don't have time to read them all, and these The way the book is opened is different."

It is said that the Forbidden Book Building in Guangming City is an extremely miraculous place of miracles.

Every book is on the trajectory predetermined by fate, waiting for qualified "book flippers".

Only if there is a destiny, can the book be opened.

No chance, even the door of the library could not be found.

The queen on the throne had a three-point smile in her voice: "In other words, you have seen the history revealed by the ancestor of the light, and you have been guided by the dream of light, but the throne of light... has not?"

"Yes, it is."

Meng Xizhou replied in a daze.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but Her Majesty the Queen doesn't seem to be that interested in the "traveler" thing?

On the contrary, I am very interested in the "Bright God".

"Your Majesty...if the dream of guidance is true, maybe the traveler has found the door to return." Meng Xizhou said anxiously: "Pluto, traveler, old world... these keywords are connected together, don't you really know?" Are you worried?"

After hearing the words, the queen just smiled silently.

In the furnace blizzard, the spiritual crystal ball was floating in front of him.

She stretched out five fingers and slowly covered the crystal ball.

This attitude is already very obvious.

Why worry?
"Miss Meng, you can go back."

The queen spoke softly, "Thank you very much for coming, I have got what I want."

Is this the order to evict the guests... Meng Xizhou gritted his teeth, a little unwilling.

She spoke again and said, "You should know that my brother is currently on a mission in the Doru River..."

As soon as she landed in Central City, she asked about Meng Xiao's whereabouts. She originally thought that if Meng Xiao was still in the city, she would use the excuse of meeting him to stop him a little.

Too bad it's still a step too late.

"I was guiding the dream, and I saw the bloody light erupting from the disaster area of ​​the Doru River, as well as countless darkness."

This sentence is already clear.

Meng Xiao took the mission of Guangming City with him in this operation.

And the Duolu River... With a high probability, it is related to Pluto.

It's a pity that after saying this sentence, the queen was still unmoved.

Meng Xizhou felt a little lost.

"I see."

She sat on the throne, her voice still soft.

But the temperature of the shattered snow fluttering in God's Domain dropped suddenly.

The real seeing off guests does not need words, Meng Xizhou felt the cold coming.

She knew that she had to go.

The domain name of this god is "The Furnace", but inside it absorbs the severe cold of the entire North Continent. She can't imagine what kind of torture and suffering the female emperor sitting on the throne has to endure every moment, even if she is a god, I'm afraid it's not easy.

before opening the door and leaving.

The queen spoke suddenly and stopped her.

"Miss Meng."

Meng Xizhou froze slightly.

"I have seen thousands of souls, but I have never seen such a clean soul. No one can compare with you."

The queen on the throne said softly: "This is an innocent soul cast by pure light. It is a gift from the heavens. With such a soul, no matter what kind of lies you tell, no one can see through it...even I can't see through it." Same."

The soul of this woman is transparent and pure.

She is light, and light is she.

A psychic transcendent can identify whether a person is lying or not by sensing the person's mental fluctuations... But Meng Xizhou's soul hardly fluctuates, which means that the identification method of a transcendent has reached her. It is ineffective on the body.

In this case, you can only judge from her words and deeds, manners, and subtle expressions.

In theory...if she's good at disguising.

Then she can fool anyone in this world.

On the second floor of the attic, there was a brief silence.

"But I would like to believe you."

The queen smiled and said, "Don't talk about the 'Forbidden Library' after you leave the attic. I will keep it a secret for you. Please remember: Your meeting today has changed the entire five continents."

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In the dark corridor of the rock wall, there were two faint flames burning.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu carefully read the writing on the rock wall.

The mysterious porter translated the ancient text word by word on the rock wall.

In the ancient times before humans settled on the five continents, order collapsed and storms raged.

In order to survive, the human race had to migrate south with the race. The homeland of the year had been buried by the storm and became the ruins of the [Old World], and countless resting places, as well as the false safe houses that were once considered "oases", were also destroyed. Destroyed by the years, it has become the [ancient relic] that the survey legion calls.

The story on this rock wall began in that era.

The "original author" who wrote these ancient texts called himself a "traveler".

traveller.

Literally, traveler.

But in fact, he is a wandering son who lost his homeland.

It is not a single person but a group of people who write ancient texts and record life on the rock wall.

These people are all homeless people.

These travelers recorded all kinds of things that happened during the migration period on the rock wall. They fled to the unknown south on the ship that escaped from the doomsday, trying to see the sun of the oasis.

Many people died during the Great Migration... The fleet was often hit by storms, and the number of survivors was getting smaller and smaller.

No one knows what their future will look like.

Did you successfully find the "oasis"?Or...was swept up by the storm and died?
It's just that these "travelers" never imagined that their final fate would be the third one.

Abandoned by the tribe.

As an abandoned child, he was thrown into the [Old World].

Seeing this, the characters on the rock wall seem to have changed. Each character seems to have the same spiritual characteristics as the "ancient characters"... Gu Shen never thought that ordinary characters could be so powerful spiritual appeal.

He followed the translator's reminder and did not forcefully resist.

then.

He saw the wandering and withering fate of travelers.

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The sky was shattered and filled with blood.

In a sudden storm, the ship was thrown away as an "abandoned child". When Gu Shen came to this picture scroll, the ship had been broken in two.

Standing under the torrent of history, he was at a loss for a while.

It's all too dreamlike.

But it was cruelly not like a dream.

Broken limbs, remnants, fresh heads, unclosed eyes, and without the constraints of gravity, they just floated in front of Gu Shen, as if they could be moved by stretching out their palms.

This is what he adds so authentically to this "story of nothingness".

And he knows... This is most likely a "nothingness story" that actually happened, but everything has passed, and the ancient text on the rock wall and the spirit left by an unknown translator are not enough to prove anything.

"The storm just passed."

A familiar woman's voice rang in his ears.

Gu Shen was slightly taken aback.

A figure that didn't fit in the dream floated beside her, and Mu Wanqiu, who read the text with her, also came to the history recorded by "Traveler".

"Storm..." Gu Shen turned his head and asked, "Have you experienced a storm?"

"I've experienced it, it's not as serious as Gubao's." Mu Wanqiu said in a soft voice: "With the captain here, few people died, but the people who died were very miserable... just as miserable as them."

Her voice sounded like autumn wind.

There is a faint bleakness, but no strong sadness.

But this is actually the real feeling after experiencing the storm, because in the face of that kind of disaster, death is just a momentary thing, light and light, like the autumn wind blowing leaves.

Gu Shen fell into silence.

The reason why he felt that the scene in front of him was more cruel than the dream was because he had personally experienced the terrifying source quality storm.

The picture in front of him is the scene after the source matter storm swept through and the god of death came.

Crying, begging for help, wailing...

More and more people died.

The ancient human beings 600 years ago had an astonishing level of technology. The ship was swept up by the storm, but it was not directly crushed... It's a pity that the ship fell. Even if there are lucky people alive, they are doomed to find their way home.

A very lucky few are still alive.

They live in independent cabins, relying on stored grain for a long time.

There are also those who decide to "hibernate"...waiting for the rescue of their compatriots.

It's just that they don't know it.

There will be no rescue.

The main fleet will not turn back, and the human race is moving forward indomitably towards the south, like burning fireworks, constantly falling off and peeling off. In the end, only a very small number of chosen people can land on the five continents.

And choosing "sleep" at this moment is tantamount to pressing the delayed end button for life.

Their dormant cabins will be buried in dust and go deep into the ground. Even if they can wake up one day, what they will see will only be an even more desolate wasteland.

And genuine despair.

The remaining survivors accepted the reality of being abandoned...

Some of them chose to commit suicide.

In this barren and broken [Old World], suicide may not be a bad choice.

Those who wanted to survive began to gather supplies, decided to rely on the resources of the broken ship, formed a new survival team, and continued southward.

And this is the origin of the derivative development of the "traveler" family.

Humans have experienced an extremely long history of migration.

In the vast [Old World], I don't know how many broken ships are buried, and how many victims are sacrificed... These people should have died quickly in the wasteland, but natural selection is engraved in the blood of creatures. the original gene in it.

These survivors are like a little spark, gathering in the dark, hugging and keeping warm.

If they want to live longer, they must be "unified".

If they want to go further, they must "evolve".

Good thing...

God did not leave them nothing.

Abandoned by the main fleet... not only these homeless people, but also an "unplanned" gospel box fragment.

Although the ancient humans at that time had a very high level of technology, their exploration of extraordinary abilities was not as comprehensive as it is today.

This group of homeless people elected a leader who is strong enough to become the master of the fragment of the gospel box...

Under the protection of the "God Throne".

They began to look for one "broken ship" after another, search for supplies as much as possible, and look for "sleeping people".

For those "sleeping people", they will inform the situation... There are many people who firmly believe that rescue will arrive, but they still choose to sleep. Only a very small number of people choose to leave the dormant cabin and gather with them.

that's it.

The abandoned homeless people have become an independent ethnic group. They know that without ships, they will never be able to reach the extremely remote "oasis".

All they can do is to survive and reproduce as much as possible...

In this wasteland.

And all they can count on.

Only the fragment of the Gospel Box.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu stood in the long river of history written by travelers.

The two watched this shocking evolutionary history in silence.

The leader who held the fragments of the Gospel box selflessly bestowed the power of God on every follower, every old human being who wanted to live... He regarded everyone as his [apostle], and so There is only one consequence of doing it.

That is, his power is sucked dry by a huge group.

But the fragment of the gospel box showed a "miracle"...

The travelers living in the darkness gradually developed vertical pupils, wings, and slender limbs. They can move freely under high gravity, and can breathe freely in the air filled with source plasm. Automatically filter those harmful gases... But because the [Old World] has too little oxygen, their lungs have evolved better than loggerhead turtles. One breath can last for more than ten hours, and they only need to breathe two to two times a day. three times.

But unfortunately, there is no clear concept of time in [Old World].

The reversal of day and night, extreme day and extreme night, is an unpredictable natural phenomenon in a world where order has collapsed.

Therefore, they can survive the extremely hot day without dormancy for a long time, and they can also hibernate for a long time and endure the sudden harsh winter.

In the years of fighting against the "collapse of order", the travelers relied on this "fragment of the gospel box" to achieve an incredible transition and evolution of life levels in just a few decades.

But even that is not enough.

Too many people died in the [Old World], because of the bad influence of the source matter in the void, no matter how they combine, it is difficult to give birth... Even if they try their best to protect the pregnant "mother", the child in their womb It is still difficult to survive.

Under such a disaster, the baby born smoothly may be luckier than the lucky one who arrived at the oasis.

They were born and grew up under meticulous care.

There is fresh blood injected.

Only this group that was on the verge of being broken could survive.

Only when a new leader is born, the travelers will carry the flag and fight against the fate of the genocide in this broken world.

They are less and less, less and less...

The journey is getting longer and longer.

And finally, their journey has come to an end.

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It was in the depths of the [Old World], a pitch-black snow-capped mountain where the exact address could not be traced. A tall figure in black robe stood in front of the snow-capped mountain, with a pale and gloomy flame burning between his brows.

Hades.

On the top of the pitch-black snow-capped mountain, the leader holding the fragment of the gospel box spread his gray wings, suspended in the air, and looked at Hades.

So writes the traveler in the rock corridor records.

"We know that one day, we will return to our homeland. We just don't know, can a homeland that we have never set foot on be considered a homeland?"

"That man promised that he would open the [door] for us to return to our hometown."

"But the premise is that we have to build a palace for him, cut his wings, bless the gospel box in his blood, and weave it into a battle robe... This is an unfair deal, but we have no choice."

"Everything—for return."

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(PS: The plot is really important recently, but I can only write so much while ensuring the quality. Today is [-] words, and there is nothing I can do here. I will continue to stay up late to write some, but tonight There will be no more updates, and I will try to publish another chapter at noon tomorrow.)
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