Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 539 Wake Up
Zhang Ang opened his eyes again.

He let out a long breath, shook his swollen, drowsy head, and sat up cross-legged again, quietly, without saying a word.

He was sorting out what he had gained from the Temple of War God.

There is indeed a supreme class of martial arts in the Temple of War God. They are not written in words, but displayed in 49 relief pictures.

The 49 reliefs are exquisitely carved, depicting a god wearing a strange armor and a mask covering his face. He rides a monster that looks like a dragon but not a dragon, shuttles through countless layers of sky, fights, cultivates, and finally returns to the sky. Nine days, the whole process of breaking the void.

Moreover, the breath left by that "God" still remains on these 49 relief pictures, which is his indelible martial arts will that has been fought for thousands of years.

Although it sounds simple, the content on each picture is actually very complicated, mysterious, and very difficult to understand.

Therefore, even though Zhang Ang has deeply engraved the 49 relief statues in his mind, it will take a long time to understand them thoroughly and practice them.

Just in case, he'd better send it out first, and then do the retreat later.

After thinking quietly for a while, he wanted to stand up and get out of bed to have a look at Charlottenburg Palace.

Suddenly, Zhang Ang felt something was wrong. He felt that his body was very weak and he had no strength. If he probed his dantian again, the internal energy inside would also be exhausted, as if he had used up all of it in a big battle.

What's going on here?I only stayed in the Temple of War God for a few months. According to the time flow ratio of the Xuanwu Temple, it was only a few hours. How could my body be weak like this?Could it be that teleporting into the Temple of War God is expendable?But why didn't I feel it inside?

While thinking, a person opened the door and walked in.

That was Albert, and he was holding a small saucer in his hand, which exuded a faint smell of wheat, as if it was a thin noodle soup made from wheat flour.

Seeing Zhang Ang sitting cross-legged, Albert's face was overjoyed, he quickly put the noodle soup on the cabinet next to him, and asked with concern: "You finally woke up, how do you feel?"

"Finally woke up? What do you mean?" Zhang Ang had some guesses, but he wasn't sure.

He quickly looked around. Yes, he is still in the small bungalow by the river, and he is still sitting on the bed in the bedroom of the small bungalow by the river. However, the furniture in the room is arranged differently. Moreover, it seems to be more old-fashioned. up!

Albert looked complicated: "Hey, you have been in a coma for almost three and a half years!"

Three and a half years?
Zhang Ang was startled, how could it be three and a half years?Even if the passage of time in the Temple of God of War is out of sync with that of the Hall of Xuanwu, I only stayed in it for a few months, how could it be three and a half years?Could it be that the speed of time passing in the Temple of God of War is not only different from that in the Temple of Xuanwu, but also slower than reality?One month inside equals one year outside?How can this be?

Seeing the surprise on Zhang Ang's face, Albert sighed: "Hey, you suddenly fell into a coma back then, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed, Adolf and the others also hired famous doctors everywhere to treat you, but the doctors were helpless. I also invited the healing priests from the Holy See, but they are all useless.”

"So, you have been taking care of me?" Zhang Ang couldn't help interrupting him, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Well, it's not all me. Susan and Tommy will also come sometimes, as well as some imperial physicians from the palace, Adolf, Arnold and the others." After a pause, Albert continued: "You know, Your status is unusual, so you can't make a big splash, so the people who come here are all acquaintances. Moreover, in order to confuse those with ulterior motives, we have always announced that you are practicing in retreat, so the news of your coma has not spread too widely. "

"Is that so?" Zhang Ang only felt a little flustered in his heart. When he woke up, more than three years had passed, which made him a little at a loss.

"Oh, by the way, why did you fall into a coma back then? Did you become obsessed with your practice?" While asking, Albert brought the plate over again, and reflexively wanted to feed it to Zhang Ang.

"No, no, I'll do it myself." Zhang Ang quickly took the plate, and while eating, he explained roughly: "Hey, it's a long story, it's not crazy, you can treat it as a practice. Martial arts that can be practiced in sleep"

After racking his brains and explaining for a long time, Zhang Ang finally persuaded Albert not to ask him any more.

After eating something and meditating to recover some of the true energy in his dantian, Zhang Ang asked again: "Has there been any major events in the past few years? For example, how is the situation in Jerusalem?"

"I don't know about Jerusalem." After thinking for a while, Albert replied: "In terms of Germany, it seems that there have been several battles."

"War? With whom? England? Or France?" Zhang Ang hurriedly asked: "Why did you fight? Help that Queen Elizabeth restore her country?"

"I don't know about that." Albert looked a little embarrassed: "I seldom go out. Most of the food and daily necessities are delivered every day. This"

Zhang Ang understood what he meant. Albert was originally a carefree playboy who liked to drink, make friends, and inquire about all kinds of news, but since he practiced "Sunflower", his personality has turned 180 degrees, and he has directly become a door A lady who doesn't go out and doesn't go out, she is taciturn and rarely wants to deal with people.

Feeling that he has almost recovered, Zhang Ang got out of bed, stood up, looked at the sky outside, and said to Albert: "Hey, I have worked hard for you these past few years. I will go to the palace and come back at night."

After sleeping for three and a half years, Zhang Ang is eager to know the situation outside. What is the development of Germany now?What happened to those battles?And Jerusalem, what is the final outcome of the Ark of the Covenant incident?Were those major forces really wiped out by that St. John alone?And Minister Himmler, who were sent out at the beginning, have they come back?
Straight out the door, in order not to make a big commotion, Zhang Ang did not choose to fly, but walked to Charlottenburg Palace.

"Master Chief of Staff." The guards froze.

"Lord Matt Matt" the officials opened their mouths wide.

"Who is this? Why do you all have to salute?" Each newcomer asked blankly to the side, confused about the situation.
Zhang Ang went all the way unimpeded, and came directly to the top floor of Charlottenburg Palace, in front of Adolf's head of state office.

After stopping the secretary's report, and waving away the chief guard at the door, Zhang Ang opened the door and walked in directly.

(End of this chapter)