Chapter 4 The Starry Sky No More Years Ago

The above has been handed down from the Gothic era, and now it has become the text of rose script. There are several very wide and long sheepskin. The words are very small and a little scribbled, but there is a faint red light on the four walls of the room. The black ** is integrated into the notch of the tip of the feather, and it is very clear on the yellowed sheepskin.

Clem came to Meglin's side and held his breath. He saw that it should have been left by St. John. It's talking to yourself. It explains all this at the beginning:

I was confused, and everything I saw subverted what I knew. I am a devout believer. The disrespect of the Gothon royal family to the gods aroused my anger, and they were destroyed with the help of their best friends. In order to prevent such cynicism towards the gods from appearing in the world, I still decided to keep the Salvation Army that I wanted to ban.

Then I found this place, a place I have never seen before. I also saw a scene I had never seen. Is my belief right or wrong? I don't know now.

My ancestors told me that in the era of Genesis, our elves betrayed the gods, so he betrayed his brother Orophile and suppressed his soul under Alcatraz. At the same time, in order to atone for their sins, the prisoners were branded in darkness and exiled to the dark abyss as the guardians of the seal of Hades. But today I see that it is the god and the sea god working together to seal the god here in a distant era. And Europhile is not here!

"Is St. John an elf?"

McGreen, who was almost shocked by a sudden voice, almost broke the parchment. He stood up and pressed Clem, who couldn't scare people all day long, on the wall: "You dare to say a word, I will definitely take you!" My lord, okay, my lord, my lord, I'm just so surprised.

"How many more words did you say?" Maglin is about to collapse.

Clem stood against the wall with a earthy face, watching Meglin gritt his teeth, then pulled off a piece of cloth from his body and stuffed it into his mouth, and sat back. Poor Clem then shouted rags and gently walked to Maigreen's side again. He poked his head and covered his chest with both hands. He was afraid that he would accidentally provoke the adult and didn't know what to say if he was beaten.

Maglin looked down, and the back of the parchment said: I also saw today that the name of the god is not Odin, and the pronunciation is by no means Odin, but my ancestors told me that Odin, the god of war, is the only god. When I came down today, I saw the long steps in circles, just like the headquarters of the Holy See. If the seal here is done by God and indeed by God, why should they do so? God is omnipotent. Has anyone else been here before? I had doubts before I saw this scene, because Genesis was only 3,000 years old, and everything three thousand years ago was not recorded. The main body of the legend was also led by the elves. At that time, the human race did not control the earth, and it was the control of the gods that replaced the elves. But why on earth did the elves betray the gods?

The saying left by the ancestors is that they despise the gods, but the gods are so powerful that no matter how powerful a king of the mortal race is, how dares to challenge such a god stupidly?

What I know is in the fog, and I don't know anything about the past. What I know is not the truth. What is left here is neither the words of the elves nor the Gothic words. The civilization behind the literature here is deliberately covered by someone. I suddenly had a shocking idea. Could it be that the Odin we have believed in for so many years is not a real god. We believe in a group of mortals like us. They came here before us and then took the miracles of history for themselves?

Some heretics say that in those years, the gods came from heaven. They bewitched people and lived by absorbing the power of faith. The elves are a race that advocates nature. They reject the favorable conditions they put forward and do not want to be predators of nature and other creatures, so they are attacked by them and the civilization is destroyed.

McGrim put this parchment aside. He continued to look at the confusion left by the strong man three hundred years ago, and he had the same confusion from three hundred years later.

St. John is writing: In the past, I thought it was heresy, and those who slandered the gods should be destroyed. Today, I see the possibility of the truth from the different voices and images that I once despised anger and even wanted to kill. The ancestors said that the gods are very powerful, but if they are as powerful as I saw, they can be destroyed between the fingers of the elves. Why is there a long war process? It is said that the Battle of Genesis has been fought for decades and has been fought for more than a hundred years until the elf king was killed.

So isn't it said that the ability of the god Odin is similar to that of the strong man of my clan? Isn't this a very suspicious place?

Later people, the reason why I wrote this is because you must have seen the scene of the seal. Standing on the edge of the sea of fire of the St. I can feel the powerful power below, and the seal of this great god is the power of absorbing the water element of the whole ocean and injecting it continuously. What I see The more powerful the god is, the more I doubt the God I believe in.

The trident of Neptune turned into white light and inserted into the magic array. Such an artifact will be destroyed with a gentle wave. The legion led by the golden warriors of the bright twelve constellations is so powerful. If it is in the era of Genesis, why do they need to unite with other races to attack the elves? What do we believe in? Is it a true god or a false god?

Legendary magic must be limited. Mortal people cannot use the energy of heaven and earth automatically, so as not to offend the gods. So the magic in the world has been changed to be tedious, and too much classic magic has disappeared. I sadly found in a secret book that my level was just a third-level magician of the elves in those years. But in this way, I am almost invincible in the world. Why does God restrain the power of loyal believers? This is not God's kindness to his people. If God governs the world, how can he not inform his people of the past and future, and limit the ability of the people without giving them? They are so powerful, why should they do such a thing?

Maglin patted the parchment aside. Clem took the shocking secret with trembling hands. He bit the rag in his mouth and looked carefully.

McGreen has seen the third picture, and the third one said: People who are not confident will suppress their men, just like the stupid Gordon King wants to kill General Locke. That's also because the gap between them is not too big, so I'm confused! My writing is very messy. Maybe you can't understand it, but if you can come into contact with space magic, one day you will deduce your own space and compare it with the real starry sky. You will feel that these constellations, I'm talking about the twelve golden warriors, the twelve sea gods, and the constellations on the flags of the under the underworld, are countless far away. The starry sky pattern from years ago.

"Can you also calculate the time from the change of the starry sky?" Maglin said in a low voice. Clem on one side pulled out his head from the old paper pile and looked at him in surprise.

Maglin glanced at him and continued to look at it. The last one is in his hand.

There is only one line on the last one. St. John wrote: Or I should go to the dark abyss to see what is sealed there. Maglin grabbed the parchment and meditated. He felt very surprised that St. John was a figure 300 years ago, and it was also possible to be deceived by the false gods. Maglin could understand St. John's doubts, and he could even answer some questions. But one thing that is very strange to him is that what the gods left this image for.

Just tell the later people, oh, I'm a god, I saved the world, and I sealed the evil. Did you leave such an image just to show your martial arts skills? Isn't this a little inexplicable? What's more, there are so many stone statues of warriors in the hall, the strange arrangement, and so on. By the way, what are those stones that come out?

Maglin immediately stood up and pushed away Clem, who was still nibbling at the rag beside him. He glanced at the sheepskin rolls on the stone cabinet. He took down one and slowly spread it out. There were some words that he didn't understand at all. What was recorded, just like St. John said. Thinking about it, he had already looked through it. Go through everything. Meglin no longer looked through them. He ordered, "Clem, let me go up and have a look."

"I, I haven't finished reading it yet." Clem pulled off the rag on his mouth, and he looked at Maglin with a plea in his eyes.

Maglin no longer waited for him and strode out. Under the starry sky, in the solemn real temple, after the two ranks of warriors, six huge stones on one side were in front of the twelve tall warriors. Maglin strode in, and he saw a constellation pattern on the top of his head on the huge stone in front of the warrior under the constellation.

The constellation is like a lion, which outlines the flying lion pattern with simple lines. The stars on the body are connected with lines to form the inner support of the lion's shape. Maglin looked at the two-meter-high stone box. He frowned, stepped back two steps to compare, and walked around the stone but found that there was nothing else.

He stretched out his hand and patted the stone in surprise, and the stone did not move. After grabbing his head, Maglin suddenly got up and jumped to the top of the stone, but there was nothing on the top. At this moment, Clem came out and saw Maglin jumping up and down. He asked strangely, "Your Excellency, what are you doing?"

"Don't you think it's strange that there are suddenly twelve more stones engraved with a star map? What does this mean?"

"Who can know God's arrangement?" Clem replied irresponsibly. Maglin jumped off the stone angrily and fell heavily on the ground in front of the stone. He sneered and said, "God, what is God's name? What's the name?"

"Your Excellency!" Clem screamed again, but Maglin didn't have time to scold him, because he felt a strong light suddenly shining from the top of his head. He took a big step forward quickly, and he turned around in the air. In mid-air, he saw the beam of light from the starry sky shining straight from the sky on the stone. The lion on the stone flashed a golden light, and then the whole stone slowly dispersed. The surrounding four stone slabs fell to the ground. The upper piece was suspended, the dazzling light flashed out of the box, and Maglin fell to the ground. At that time, he saw a golden lion lying there in the box.

"God." This time it was what Maglin said.

He exclaimed, "What on earth is this, the golden lion? What does it mean?" Clem shouted, "Remember the lion general's helmet? This is armor, not armor, Leo's armor. Golden armor! Artifact, a real artifact, it's not the elf stall in your hand.

McGrin was furious: "Shut up!" With a roar of thunder, the lion suddenly moved and rushed to Maglin. Maglin was wrapped in a strong wind and was almost suffocating. In a blink of an eye, he felt a coolness on his body. He heard Clem, the madman, shouting, "Your Excellency, your armor has fallen off."

Yes, Jingjia seems to have melted, and even the silkworm clothes are like that. Everything seems to have melted, turning into water flowing on the body. It's a mistake. I fell heavily in front of the stone box, and the stone slab was slightly lowered. At the same time, I also shouted the real name of God, so I woke up Shen. The spirit of sleeping armor? Meglin didn't have time to think about it, and his body suddenly rose.

Clem saw that his commander suddenly jumped into the starry sky wrapped in a golden light, and then a golden armor god would appear there. Maglin, who slowly fell, looked at his equipment in surprise. The brilliant armor wrapped his whole body, and his whole body was full of indescribable power.

Look down, Jingjia and other elf artifacts have fallen to the ground. Maglin doesn't know how it was peeled off. In front of the powerful real artifact, is the holy weapon made by the elves unbearable?

He looked back at Clem. Clem had run before another stone statue, turned around, then climbed up, then jumped down, and shouted, "Fight to death, shut up!" Then he rushed forward quickly and looked forward to turn back. As a result, there was nothing. Maglin laughed loudly. Clem's series of actions looked so funny after no result. His expression was so flattering. Clem shouted unconvincedly, "Your excellency, how many times have you just turned?"

"A circle, the whole process is exactly the same as yours, but I think the artifact recognizes the owner."

"What does it mean to recognize the Lord? What's wrong with me?" Clem shouted unconvincedly. The 40-year-old middle-aged man encountered such a heavy blow. He couldn't describe and vent his depression. In the face of the readily available artifact, Clem couldn't believe that he had missed it like this. One missed is a lifetime. Maybe there are other endless possibilities. Looking at his adult's majestic appearance like a god under the divine armor, Clem pounded the ground heavily: "Your Excellency, is there any way? I want one, too."

Maigreen looked at him speechlessly and walked to him and pulled him back to his side. He looked at Clem beside him and said, "You'd better wait a moment. If it's really possible, I will definitely find a way to let you have a set of armor."

"Thank you, my lord. My subordinates are willing to die for adults. I will definitely..."

Maglin smashed this guy out with one hand. In fact, Maglin, who has rich experience, knows that this guy has always been a little presumptuous since he was loyal to himself, and even frivolous like a clown for several reasons. First of all, this guy escaped the great sin of following Sam and got on his own line. And he, who used to be gloomy, is now in front of his young self. In order to gain trust, he must make some changes. Besides, even the duke will be crazy about these armors in front of him, not to mention this guy?

No longer listening to him chirring on one side, Maglin closed his eyes and seriously felt everything after wearing the armor. He carefully recalled the whole process of getting the armor. The armor on the body is different from the previous elf weapons. The armor seems to have life. It seems to be breathing and not. It is a feeling very similar to relying on the vortex of airflow and space to freely exchange the energy of heaven and earth. I remember that Eurofield said that everything in the world is alive.

But the life form of the divine armor is obviously higher than that of elf weapons, those weapons rooted in the material origin of heaven and earth. Yes, it is rooted in space. Maglin can feel that the starry sky above his head is real, not illusory. This is an ultimate expression of space magic. Unlike the space in his body, the star constellation above his head is a real constellation in the real world!

What an incredible miracle. In the huge rock underground, surrounded by the sea, the temple of an ancient temple from a distant continent can be connected to the starry sky countless years ago. The armor was silent with Maglin's movements, and all the joints and all the transfers became a whole, just like his own skin.

It is impossible to study its defense ability without the enemy's attack, but as Meglin's thoughts wandered all over his body, the martial arts given by Leo's golden armor soon flooded in Meglin's mind. One move, and every move inside, are all like memory. Maglin casually pressed what he got to dance. The strong wind rolled up in the hall. Maglin, who was immersed in the legendary realm, didn't know that his hands and feet made the pretty Mr. Clem now hold a stone statue, and his eyes were already a little I can't open it.

The starlight of Leo, Maglin gradually rose and entered the space again. Suddenly, he felt something uncomfortable. He felt that the armor fluctuated. Without waiting for him to think too much, a repulsion appeared in his mind. The feeling of rejection became more and more obvious. He himself felt that this set of armor did not match. Suitable for yourself.

Like a ghost, Maglin suddenly opened his eyes and drank a strange syllable: "unload!"