Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 488 Sun Chariot
"Mr. Rich, what I am going to tell you next is a secret passed down from generation to generation in our Dill family. Even to my biological sons, I have not told them a word.

I plan to tell them this secret in a few years when they are older."

Only Liu Yonglu and Herama were left in the hall, the two of them holding red wine glasses and looking at each other.

Hey... When Liu Yonglu heard what Hera Ma said, he felt uncomfortable. What did he mean? If you don't tell me about your own son, then tell me. Are you thinking of letting me be adopted by you today?

But Liu Yonglu still had a proper serious look on his face:

"Your Excellency, please don't worry. When it comes to major issues, I always keep my mouth shut!"

"Well, I believe in Mr. Richie's character. After all, you are the patron saint of the Saint. However, please try not to doubt me later. After all, the myths and legends I am going to tell you next... will overturn all your previous cognitions."

Liu Yonglu leaned forward and buried his head in the collar of his robe, just like a spy making contact.

"Let me first state my conclusion. This world may be destroyed in the near future."

Helama drank the red wine in his hand and then looked at Liu Yonglu with burning eyes.

"That's it? That's it?"

Liu Yonglu thought that Helama could tell some shocking secret, but after all this fuss, it was still about the "ring"!
"Yes, of course. This myth has a very complicated background and obscure metaphors. I will tell you in detail later when I have time."

Liu Yonglu blinked his eyes. In fact, it was not new that Helama vaguely knew about the "ring". After all, Millitang's ancestors and those witches who had long disappeared in the Western Continent knew about it.

Maybe they know it, and maybe others should know it too. There must be capable people in the Southern Continent, and the ones who know this secret are these ancient families in the Southern Continent.

"In your fable, didn't you also say that the world was once destroyed, and the current civilization was rebuilt on the ruins of the past?"

"You know this too!?"

Heramar was really convinced this time, convinced from the bottom of his heart, and full of admiration. If Saint Barlan only mastered some extraordinary knowledge of gods, or had some lofty status, Heramar would not take it seriously.

But the truth about the destruction and restart of the world is the most fundamental forbidden secret. Saint Baran can say it so lightly, which shows that he has a deep understanding of it. The comprehensiveness of the information he possesses may even be better than his own!

"Then Mr. Richie, do you know what the ancient relic that opened the cocoon is?"

"Then I don't know."

How could Liu Yonglu admit it? He quickly waved his hand.

"It's the Sun Chariot!"

"what!?"

This time Liu Yonglu opened his mouth wide, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes. He thought, Herama, you are really a dog wearing a muzzle - Hurrah! Sun chariot? And moon torpedo! Where did you hear that?

"It is true. I am afraid you do not know what the Chariot of the Sun is."

"I really don't know. Can you tell me?"

Liu Yonglu also wanted to hear how Helama wrote the story.

“It is said that a long, long time ago, countless powerful gods from the starry sky were attracted to this world by some unknown will.

And it is these gods who cause the destruction and restart of the world."

Liu Yonglu nodded. Although what Helama said was not accurate, the general direction was correct.

"And in the southern continent, there is a genius mystic scholar. Of course, I have other guesses about his identity. For example, he is the leader of a sect who came from another world through forbidden magic, or he is the projection of a certain god.

Anyway, this powerful mystic created the Sun Chariot, which can protect the rider from natural disasters and also contains some powerful power. "

Of course, Herama would not explain everything clearly to Liu Yonglu. The reason why he wanted to get the Sun Chariot was definitely not to survive. Herama coveted the infinite power contained in it.

Liu Yonglu pondered for a moment...

He thought of the hill of waste behind the stone gate in the desert dungeon.

In fact, on the way back, Liu Yonglu was thinking about a question, which was what exactly Zahir wanted to do!
Is he just trying to rebel? Then why has he not made any move since he has been patient for so many years and has copied a lot of wealth and his own terrifying clone?
Liu Yonglu thought of the many seemingly useless things in the waste mountain, such as carports, wooden beams, and many metal parts that should have been transported from the Western Continent...

He understood that Zahir had learned this knowledge from the same person as Heramar, and he was also planning to build a sun chariot! This guy had no idea about the origin of the stone tablet!
This is not impossible. The Sun Chariot may have really existed in history, but its core body is the stone slabs embedded inside it!
"Mr. Ricky, Mr. Ricky..."

Hera Ma thought that his explosive intelligence really shocked Saint Baran, and he felt a little proud in his heart. "Ah, ah, I'm listening, Your Excellency, what are you thinking about next?"

"Well, to be honest, Mr. Richie, I'm a little unsure about the current situation in Tilmsi City.

The cultists, Zahir, and the Emerald Dervish behind Zahir, no matter who they are, they are very troublesome. If they have already made the Sun Chariot before we set foot in Upper Kurt, then our rash intrusion would be tantamount to suicide."

Jade Ascetic? This is totally irrelevant. Liu Yonglu was too lazy to correct him.

Although there is a deviation in understanding, it must be said that Herama is no good-for-nothing and his worry is not unnecessary.

I left today and left the slate to the Beast Brotherhood and Zahir. Although the Saint said it would not affect me, what if something unexpected happened...

……

In the courtyard of the Emir's palace in Oia, Millitan drove away the maid sent by Balkan and set up the forbidden spell by himself. The time had come to settle the score with the cat god Bastet.

After dinner, Ricky went to have a candlelight chat with Herama. He took this opportunity to confirm the authenticity of the fork bell.

After the spell was chanted, the night sky, which was already obscured by dark clouds and the moon, became even darker.

Millie Tang felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart. Although she didn't hear any sound in her ears, a desolate and rhythmic drum beat suddenly exploded in her mind.

The drum beats faster and faster, and strange images gradually become clearer with the jumping of the drum beats.

In the desert, hundreds of male servants from the southern continent, wearing sacrificial trousers made of animal skins, with bare upper bodies and wearing wooden masks in the shapes of various animals, walked among the yellow sand.

Each of them carried a huge wooden beam, which was fixed together by oil-soaked hemp ropes to form a huge sedan chair, which was as big as a small palace.

In the center of the sedan chair, in a room hung with yellow-brown curtains, there sat a person.

She had a beautiful face and a noble and unapproachable temperament. Just as Millie Tang was about to pass through the curtain to see her true face, a crisp ringtone brought Millie Tang back to reality.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Touching her nose, Millie Tang discovered that she was bleeding.

It seems that the cat god Bastet has finally found her fork bell and restored the lost original power.

Millie Tang waited in the courtyard for five minutes, but she never saw the milky white projection of the god, nor the orange kitten.

"Cat God? Is this the end? You didn't even say thank you. Isn't that too cold?"

Millie Tang looked up at the sky and muttered something. After two or three minutes, when Millie Tang was about to pack up and go back to the house, the familiar voice spoke again:
"You should know that I have abandoned the burden called 'emotion' since I was born. I saved you in the dreamland before. Now you return the fork bell to me. Our previous contract has ended."

"I'm going to feed the cat."

Mili Tang knew that Cat God was easy to talk to, so she took out a small dried fish from her bag. But after a long time, Cat God seemed to have lost touch again and didn't say a word.

When Millie Tang packed up the ritual materials and prepared to leave, the voice of the Cat God rang out again:

"Let me give you a parting advice. The reason I didn't show up is because I don't want to have anything to do with you. You've already been marked by that guy."

"Mark me? Other gods?"

Millie Tang pointed at herself.

"It's not you, it's that Ricky next to you. He's being targeted by that guy again."

Ricky... was targeted... by someone! Millie Tang immediately figured out who it was!

……

The Black Tower Inn in the desert of Upper Kurt.

The high priest wearing a tall hood stood in the lobby on the first floor of the inn. In front of him stood his clansmen dressed in black, and behind him followed dozens of hooded cultists covered in scars.

"Can anyone tell me what interesting things happened in the past two days?"

(End of this chapter)