When He Qitian opened his eyes, he could smell the scent of fragrant fragrance in the air.

His room was arranged in the reception dormitory, which was much higher than the ordinary student dormitory. As for why he was sent to such a dormitory as an "international student", the explanation of the university was: "There is no spare dormitory, and this is the first Chinese student since the establishment of the university, so we must respect Chinese traditions." As for whether there is such a thing as a separate dormitory in Chinese traditions, who knows? Wizards have more rules than ordinary people, and maybe there are quite a lot of rules for wizards in China?

This dormitory is already of high specification, with a large comfortable and soft bed, huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a separate bathroom, and even an LCD screen TV.

After He Qitian finished washing, he ushered in his first visitor to the academy.

Someone knocked on the door, He Qitian cleared his throat and said, "Come in." ”

The door was opened, it had never been locked, but no one would have walked into his room so rudely.

The fat man with gray hair struggled to squeeze into the room. It's not appropriate to say that he is squeezed, but he is indeed too fat, He Qitian has never seen such a fat person, his robe is straightened by his fat body, as if his flesh is about to tear out, but this old man's expression is very serene, a little kind.

He Qitian remembered him, this was Cade, the acting president of Merlin Academy and professor of alchemy potions.

Professor Caedey began to gasp as he walked into the room, and his physical strength was a bit overwhelmed by such long walks. "Hahaha, I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I think I'll have to find a chance to lose weight, really, I'm tired after two steps. ”

Professor Cade sat down on the table, the chair beneath him creaking to fall apart.

"We hope you are still sleeping, and unfortunately we can't disclose your real identity for the time being, but we will try to provide you with the best accommodation possible. Professor Cade said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He Qitian was flattered and said: "No, it's already good now, really, I'm quite used to living here." ”

"Thank you again, if it wasn't for you yesterday, my students would probably have been mutilated. These bastards are dark wizards, they are cruel, and I can't imagine what will happen to the students if they fall into their hands. You saved my students, you proved your abilities, and the Academy will always be your loyal friend. Professor Cade's words were very sincere, and the acting principal personally led a team to the scene last night, and his hideous appearance almost made He Qitian think that this was a very fierce old man.

As a result, he just loved his students very much.

According to Silbe, although this old man is very stubborn and sometimes very rigid, he is very doting on his students, and his exam is recognized as the best course in the school, because during the exam, this old man is more anxious than you, if you can't make potions, he will even personally guide you during the exam, and he will help you make potions.

Such a teacher He Qitian has a good impression.

Yesterday's party ended hastily, and the external statement was that the school bus was attacked and repelled by the students, and only the elite of the student union and the principal on the scene knew, or the truth they thought was that "He Qitian defeated the dark wizard", this is the most natural and normal development, and no one will doubt that He Qitian has such strength.

"Are you healing?" Professor Cayde asked, "I think my potions still have some effect. ”

Professor Caede was referring to the injuries He Qitian had suffered when he fell off the roof of his car, and of course, in their filters, these scars were from the battle with the necromancer.

He Qitian's face suddenly turned green, and he turned his head to look at the uncorked glass bottle on the table. The smell in the room is coming from the bottle. But in stark contrast to the scent, the potion tastes indescribable. As soon as he entered, He Qitian thought that he had been buried in a septic tank. He didn't die at the hands of the necromancer, he almost died on this vial.

But it was undeniable that the effect of the potion was simply amazing, and he now felt relaxed and exhausted, and the exhaustion and pain were swept away. The professor was too modest, his potions were second to none in the wizarding world, and in his youth, he was known as the Potions Prince, and he was said to be far more beautiful than Professor Snape. But now, in addition to being kind, this noble son has been killed crazy by the pig-killing knife of time.

"You can move around the school as you like, we will send you a schedule for each time, you are free to go in and listen to the lessons at any time you choose, of course, at your level, the combat course should not be necessary, so I will focus on adjusting the cultural course and some theoretical courses. Of course, there is no problem if you don't go, you can enter the class at any time and leave at any time. Professor Cade gave He Qitian an almost casual privilege.

Professor Cade touched his robe for a moment, then took out a magnetic card and put it on the table: "This is your student card, you can use this card to eat in the school cafeteria, the amount on it is $1,000, and it will be automatically restored the next day." If it's not enough, please let me know and I'll raise the limit. ”

He Qitian hurriedly shook his head: "Enough is enough, how did I use 1,000 US dollars for living expenses in a month?" He Qitian's living expenses in college for a month are about 1,000 yuan, RMB. The $1,000 a day was enough for him for half a year, not counting the part-time job maniac he was in college.

"You're welcome, by the way, you should try to use Chinese as much as possible here, I have arranged for you a student to act as a translator, and she should come to you tomorrow." Professor Cade winked his eyes.

He Qitian was puzzled and said, "It's no problem for me to use English, why should I use Chinese?"

Professor Caede smiled and said, "You just think too much about us, for wizards, language is an integral part of spells, so language and words are souls for wizards, and it is very unfair to force others to speak a language that is not their own." You're a valued guest, how can you keep speaking English?"

He Qitian didn't know how to comment, and there was such a statement?

"Okay, I have a principal here to speak, school is about to start, the principal is very busy, I hope you can understand. Professor Cade stood up and bowed deeply to He Qitian, with great intention of retiring.

"Well, you get busy first, don't pay attention to me. He Qitian nodded.

Professor Cade left, and closed the door with ease. Well, now the group of people in the school who know his true identity have now changed their eyes from Captain America to Thor.

He Qitian looked at the campus outside the window, a little confused for a while, and didn't know what to do.

Just then, the door to the room was opened again.

He Qitian turned his head to look, his body trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Although her hair was of different color and she didn't have blood-like pupils, He Qitian still recognized this woman for the first time, and she was the only one with this thrilling beauty.

"I said I would come to talk to you, right?" the woman was not polite, she walked to the table, took off her cloak and hung it on her chair, and sat down on the chair with a strong sword.

"Yes, yes, sister, sit down, sister, do you drink water?" He Qitian suddenly bulleted, he knew how powerful this woman was, if the merman's combat power was 10 forests, and the necromancer was 300 forests, this woman's combat power was at least 18w forests or more, what kind of concept, normal Sun Wukong was just like this! Of course, He Qitian would not really turn himself into a combat power unit, just teasing and complaining.

"Sister, it's not big or small. You should call me, Zu Shiniang. The woman's voice was domineering, but the content of her words made He Qitian almost drop the cup in his hand to the floor.

"Wait...... Division...... "He Qitian simply felt ruined, Brother Fenglong's kind of second goods could still hook up with such a beautiful woman?

"It's the patriarch. My husband is your grandfather, the Blade Dragon of 600 years ago. The woman smiled evilly, as if she thought He Qitian's shocked appearance was very interesting.

"Six hundred years ago, Fenglong, Brother Fenglong was more than six hundred years old?" He Qitian was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, this lifespan was close to Peng Zu!

"Of course not, didn't your master tell you? Fenglong is a title, not a name. The woman smiled, He Qitian didn't know anything, he was really vulgar and pitiful.

"It's really not as good as the generation. I think when I first met him, he was the strongest human I've ever seen, and the only human I've ever seen who could fight the second generation of the Blood Clan's ancestor and win. Now you are getting weaker and weaker. But it has nothing to do with me, and I don't care what happens to his descendants, I came to you for something else. "When a woman puts something on the table, it's Suzaku.

"You command. In the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, He Qitian responded like a minion.

"I want to find this generation of Fenglong, but he has been avoiding me, I can't find him, and you are his heir, you will become Fenglong one day, when you become Fenglong, I want you to do one thing for me. The woman said.

He Qitian was a little embarrassed and said, "But the way I look, I'm still far from the level of Brother Fenglong, right?"

"It doesn't matter, he chose you to prove that you have potential, I have nothing in my life, just countless hours. I can wait, all I want is a promise. The woman shook her head, resolute.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll do my best. He Qitian nodded.

"When you become a Bladed Dragon, you will be able to know where the bones of the Bladed Dragons are buried. I want you to tell me where this place is. The woman said what she wanted, but it made the atmosphere weird.

"Huh?" He Qitian was stunned when he heard this request.

"He promised me that he would come and pick me up, but he never came. I waited 10 years, 20 years, a full 600 years. I can't remember how many years I've been listening to the sound of the tide in Lisbon's port. I know he's dead, and that the Bladed Dragon is just a human, and humans can't live that long. I want to know where his grave is, ask him why he didn't come to me, and then I can rest in peace. The woman's tone was very calm, but the pathos and sadness contained in her almost suffocated He Qitian.

"That's too much, you promised me, didn't you?" the woman asked.

He Qitian really couldn't refuse.

The woman nodded, as if she had accepted He Qitian, and then she ordered: "In that case, take off your clothes." ”

"Huh?" He Qitian subconsciously covered his chest. Although this patriarch does look like a country and a city, but ......

"If you think about it again, I'll make a hole in your heart and wait for the next generation of Blades to be born. You're not qualified for me to be interested in you, and the gap between you and your grandfather is the size of a galaxy. The woman glanced at He Qitian, who was thinking about it, and said again: "Take off your clothes!"

This glance was accompanied by a strong sense of oppression directly on He Qitian's body, and He Qitian could see that there was a red light under the woman's eyes that was gradually brightening. He quickly and honestly took off his shirt, revealing a strong muscle.

"Yo! Dressed to look thin, undressed with meat. The woman teased, her eyes full of banter. She stretched out a hand and put it on He Qitian's lower abdomen.

The touch of this palm is actually like a cold jade, so warm, and the place where it is attached has an electric shock-like feeling, He Qitian is a little nervous.

"If you react in any way, I will turn you into a gelding, and let you know what it means to respect teachers. The woman gloated and threatened, word for word.

He Qitian felt that he had been scared out of the psychological shadow, and now he only had the desire to survive, how could he have time to think about strange things.

"Wait...... Is that thing in your body?" the woman's palm roamed around He Qitian's abdomen, quickly moving to his heart, and then the woman's expression changed, and she asked in a fierce tone.

"What?" He Qitian didn't understand what the woman was talking about, she was referring to the gift that Fenglong gave him?

The woman's expression gradually calmed down: "Hmph, there is that thing by your side, but it is still like this, you are really a waste, forget it, this has nothing to do with me, if I can't take it out, I really want to get this thing back." ”

The woman snorted coldly, and her palm returned to He Qitian's lower abdomen: "Before you fully activate the power of that ring, use this first, endure it, it hurts a little." ”

"Huh?" He Qitian didn't know anything, he just felt that he was at the mercy of women.

Then, a violent pain rushed from his lower abdomen to his whole body, and a force rushed into his body, exploded in it, and exploded a large hole in his lower abdomen, not only that, but these forces also flowed around along the meridians of his whole body, He Qitian screamed, collapsed to the ground, and curled up into a ball.

"Okay, the pain will go away in a few hours. Come to me on the roof every night after 2 o'clock, boy, and I'll give you everything I need to teach you. After that, you're on your own. When you become a dragon, I will come back to you to fulfill my promise. The woman condescendingly looked at He Qitian who was struggling on the ground, and showed a cruel smile: "Get used to the use of qi, before you grow enough to match the ring, this power is enough for you to protect yourself, it's just a little painful, after all, I forcibly opened up the sea of qi for you." ”

He Qitian's eyes were full of stars, every nerve was trembling, how could he have the energy to listen to a woman.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the woman showed a happy smile, she reached out and touched He Qitian's forehead, like touching a puppy, and then she left He Qitian, who was still struggling and twitching, turned around and walked out of the room, leaving only a slender and tall back.

He Qitian touched the sweat on his head, even though the training was over, his body was still twitching with exhaustion.

He Qitian only felt that his hands were no longer at his disposal, lying on this soft and comfortable big bed, the whole person seemed to be spinning in the endless void.

It's the sixth day, and he's going to his appointments every night. Zu Shi Niang is indeed a very strong woman in terms of fighting, but the level of education really makes He Qitian feel broken.

Fenglong just savagely catalyzed his growth like a seedling, casting a solid body for him, but the ancestor was eager to completely defeat this body.

He Qitian touched the sweat on his head, even though the training was over, his body was still twitching with exhaustion.

It is also thanks to He Qitian's physique that he has undergone special training from the devil, otherwise he would have been lying on the bed for a drip and urinating blood in the toilet at this time.

"What is the swordsmanship?" The woman stood on the rooftop, looking at He Qitian, who was tired and lying on his stomach like a dog. It's been like this recently, after He Qitian really didn't have the strength, she didn't waste time, and immediately transferred the tutorial to theory.

But women's martial arts theories can always break through He Qitian's brain circuit.

"It's the skill of using a sword, and you can use it more efficiently as a weapon through swordsmanship. He Qitian lay on the roof of the cold cement building, panting heavily, his body was tormented by creatine and painful, and there was still some lack of oxygen.

Beside him were broken swords and fragments of other weapons, and the rooftop was more like a graveyard of weapons. In order to allow him to master the use of weapons faster, this ancestor chose to practice fiercely at the beginning, she always controlled her level slightly higher than He Qitian's current horizontal line, and constantly reminded He Qitian to master the trick of using weapons little by little.

This is completely different from the gorgeous martial arts routine that He Qitian imagined, at first he could only swing his weapon at Zu Shi Niang like a gangster fighting, and after being slashed at the back of the knife a few times on the back of the neck, he began to think about how to attack more efficiently, and how to adjust the trajectory of the swing of the knife can make it difficult to avoid. Now his combat skills are similar.

He Qitian knew that in the course of these days' sparring, if there was a real battle, then the woman in front of him could kill him twice every minute. Each miss was rewarded with a hard blow from the back of her knife to the vital point of his body. Suzaku was now more like a stick in her hand, without the slightest fire, nor with the brilliance that illuminated the world that night.

He Qitian knew that it was not that the sword in his hand was worse than Suzaku, even if the ancestor was a branch in his hand, she could easily subdue him, this was the gap in skills.

"So, what is a sword?" the patriarch looked at his sweaty cheeks, this young man was gray-headed, his face was covered with dust on the ground, and he could see that he was working hard, and in terms of willpower and perseverance, he was already passing. She thought that Qi Tian would not last many days.

"The sword is a tool, a tool used to compensate for lethality, and what the human body cannot do, can be done with weapons. He Qitian replied again.

This is the difference between her and ordinary people, in the movies He Qitian has seen, those masters either say to their apprentices: "The sword is your life", or "The sword is another you". But the patriarch is not, in the past few days, she has taught He Qitian how to use the knife and sword, and more importantly, she taught He Qitian the truth.

"Any weapon, however, is nothing more than a tool created by man. Humans could not defeat beasts because of their weak bodies, so they made stone tools out of stones and branches. Then tools have become an indispensable part of the history of human development, and there are many things that humans cannot do, but they can be made up for with tools. The same is true for weapons, if you want to get the best out of them, you have to always remember that weapons are just tools, and the most important thing is not the technique, not the weapon itself, but yourself, the person who uses it. Weapons and skills determine your lower limit, and your upper limit can only be determined by yourself. "Patriarch said.

So she doesn't teach routines, doesn't teach techniques, and only relies on fighting to let He Qitian find a way to use the "tool". Weapons are his tools, and everyone has different skills in using them, especially the tools of killing.

He Qitian didn't think he knew anything powerful in martial arts, but he knew that he was making rapid progress.

Patriarch nodded, from He Qitian's perspective, Patriarch's face is really young, her skin can be blown and broken, and she has a warmth similar to jade in the moonlight, but she has experienced I don't know how many things, and the thousand-year-long experience has filled her eyebrows with exhaustion and pain.

It seems that the grandmother will always be so unhappy, and her emotions will always be so manic and sad. But not absolutely. When she was resting between exercises, Patriarch would always look up in a certain direction, He Qitian didn't know if she was looking at the stars or something else, only at that moment, he couldn't feel pain and loneliness, he could only feel joy and happiness.

What kind of person is Master Zu, He Qitian never dared to ask, but judging from the occasional melancholy and attachment of Master Zu, he must be a very good man - at least in Master Zu's heart.

Today's exercise is finally over, and the faint morning light can be seen behind the buildings in the distance.

"Alright, I've done everything I had to do, boy, and I'll wait for the day you become a dragon. Patriarch Niang rarely glanced at He Qitian on the ground.

"Are you leaving?" He Qitian looked at the woman's face, this face made him feel thrilled a few days ago, but now he is only a little reluctant, a teacher for one day and a father for life, although the ancestor cannot be his father in terms of gender, but in the past few days, this woman is indeed trying her best to teach him, that amazing face not only makes people feel excited, but now it makes He Qitian feel respectful.

"Our agreement has been completed, right? Your talent is not good, but you work hard, and now the level is about the same, and there is no point in practicing again. Now I'm just worried about whether you have the courage to fight and the determination to kill someone else. The woman looked at this young man, and suddenly sighed in her heart, and she didn't know if it was because she had been with humans for a long time in the past six hundred years, which had made her personality change a little.

She untied the Vermilion Bird from her waist and said to He Qitian, "Stand up and take the knife." ”

He Qitian was stunned, this knife is a rare souvenir for the ancestor mother, because the ancestor has used this spirit knife, she has always said that she wants to take this knife away, but now she wants to return the Suzaku to him?

"Stand up and take the knife. Like a man. The woman commanded again, her tone always full of majesty.

He Qitian stood up respectfully, then knelt in front of the woman, raised his hands above his head, and took the Suzaku.

The woman's expression froze, and then an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Get up. ”

As a modern Chinese, He Qitian certainly does not bow down casually, but he is now in this society and belongs to a part of China's mysterious people, and this ancestor is worthy of him to kneel like this.

"This knife is not genuine, so it is useless for me to hold it, and it is not even commemorative. Keep it for you, I'm sure you won't forget your promise with me. The woman waved her hand, as if there was no pity at all.

"Isn't it genuine?" He Qitian carefully took the Vermilion Bird, he had seen the awakening of this knife, like a flame bird with wings and fluttering, and it was not inferior to any artifact in his mind, but this was not the real thing?

"Of course, I don't know if this generation of Fenglong has ever told you. Your ancestors in China have made countless artifacts in the process of fighting against the gods. Just as strange weapons always appear in the myths and legends of civilizations, these artifacts are the crowning masterpieces of the magic products of all peoples. Of course, you Chinese don't use magic, you use qi, and you already know that. The woman explained, smirking at her.

He Qitian hurriedly covered his stomach, after his stomach hurt like a hole was blown open that day, he could feel a strange energy in the air being inhaled into his body, these energies flowed down his blood like water and air to all parts of his body, and he could sense that his physical strength had actually risen again.

"And among these weapons, there are several weapons, which are the pinnacle of these creations, I have never really seen them, he just told me that these weapons were created to protect your Chinese civilization. "The woman seems to be recalling a long time ago," these weapons are called imperial weapons, the vessels forged by the emperor of men. And the Vermilion Bird in your hand, it is one of the four spirit knives, the four spirit knives are a complete set of weapons, and they are what he made in order to imitate the imperial weapon, and the real four knives are collected, which can be comparable to the power of the imperial weapon. The Suzaku in your hand is nothing more than an imitation, far from the real Suzaku, but for you, it is enough for you to protect yourself. Use Qi to activate it, then use it, sharpening your Qi until that thing within your body is fully mastered. ”

"Imperial weapon, isn't it an artifact?" He Qitian was a little regretful, in his concept, gods were always more powerful than emperors.

"God, hehe, that's the emperor of men, looking at the trend of the entire world civilization, it is also a monster that only China has. I didn't believe that human beings could reach or even surpass the gods, but the facts are the facts. The woman's attitude towards He Qitian showed an extremely disdainful look.

"But there are emperors in foreign countries. He Qitian said puzzled.

"Heh, do you know why so many ancient civilizations have been annihilated in the long river of history, and only you China have survived?" the woman asked.

He Qitian shook his head, "It is true that there are four ancient civilizations, but this has something to do with this?"

"I have lived for thousands of years, and I am the ancestor of the Hebrews, so I know that those ancient kingdoms were destroyed in the hands of the gods in the end, and China is different because there is a human emperor in China. The woman grinned, "I only heard him talk about it, and then I searched through your ancient Chinese books in the hundreds of years I was looking for him, and I could only find the tip of the iceberg about the records of the human emperor." There are people in China who are hiding the existence of the human emperor, and Fenglong, they are both candidates and servants of the human emperor. ”

"Ask. He Qitian raised his hand, he didn't understand what the ancestor was talking about, but it should be that China once had a very powerful person, called the Emperor of the People, these people are stronger than the gods, they defeated the gods, and then China can continue to this day, and the Vermilion Bird is one of the four spirit knives, and the power of the whole set of four spirit knives is comparable to the weapon called the "imperial weapon" in the hands of the emperor of people. Probably so.

"Asked. The woman suddenly found that she was still a little reluctant to this little guy, after all, she was the descendant of that person, and she had a feeling of looking at his descendants. So being generous and answering a few more questions shouldn't be a big deal.

"That...... Patriarch, how old are you this year?" He Qitian suddenly felt that this question was very critical! Very critical, the Hebrews are said to be the ancestors of the current group of Jews, who were already around 1400 BC, she is their ancestor, is it a Semite? Then this age is at least 4000 years old, even if he knows that the age of mythology really exists, the existence time of various civilizations has been added by thousands of years at once, but ...... That's too big, right?

"The old lady is 18 years old this year!" How do you know that the ancestor mother glared at him fiercely, and her eyes were so fierce that she could directly kill him, "Boy, why do you want to commit suicide and ask this unthinkable question." ”

"Forehead...... "He Qitian didn't expect you to be so old, but you still care about this kind of detail?"

"What I can tell you, however, is that the Hebrews consider the Bible to be mythical stories, and the stories in it are true, and the prototypes of those characters in it are only three generations in the blood family, and I remember that there was a girl in the blood family for three generations, who was very fond of men, and she was extravagant, and her deeds were written by the Hebrews as Lilith and put into the Bible. And I'm a second-generation species. However, in the end, the ancestor expressed her age implicitly.

The three generations are already legends 3,400 years ago, so the three generations are probably 4,000 years ago, isn't the second generation ......

"Patriarch Niang...... You have been in China for 5,000 years...... "He Qitian really couldn't help it, according to real history, most people hadn't entered the feudal society at that time, right? Even if the Chinese mythological era really existed, and history suddenly expanded to 10,000 years ago, but people who were 5,000 years old were standing in front of him?

"Shut up! Do you like to die? Do you know what it feels like to be in love with a human man, but you're older than his great-grandmother for dozens of generations? I've been convincing myself to forget the age gap, forget the age gap! You little bastard don't want to open any pot! Don't I look like I'm 18 years old?" The woman finally couldn't stand this idiot who couldn't read the air, she grabbed He Qitian's collar and grabbed him, and reprimanded him loudly in anger.

"Like like! My ancestor will always be eighteen years old!" He Qitian's desire to survive instantly went online.

When I first told him my age, he fainted, and when he woke up, I asked him, he said the old Chinese saying, 'Female junior, hug gold bricks', he was fainted by the golden mountain! I'm not a few thousand years old at all, and I've been active for less than 20 years! 600 years ago to now! You tell me now, how old I am!"

"23! You are 23 years old! At the age of youth and beauty, I have never seen a more beautiful girl than you, believe me!" He Qitian hurriedly showed his loyalty, like a dog leg without bones.

The woman slowly calmed down, she did look younger than 23 years old, not to mention her amazing appearance, such a woman would not think that she was thousands of years old when she went out. Maybe there is a rich second generation who drives a sports car to hook up with her, of course, He Qitian can't think of the consequences.

"Since history is mentioned, before I go, let me remind you of one last sentence. The woman's face straightened, and even her face was a little red, she had lost her temper just now, and this seemed to be her true character.

"Please give me advice, and I will take it to heart. He Qitian lowered his eyebrows and listened attentively.

"The history you are studying is the result of the deliberate hiding of shamans, both Chinese and foreign, who have avoided the age of mythology. This era exists, but this mythical history also has lies, and you have to understand that there is such a thing as truth, it may exist, but you may not be able to understand it. Don't trust anyone, not even the Blade. The woman didn't mean to joke when she said this, her tone was very serious, so serious that He Qitian didn't know what to say.

"He's certainly a good guy. But he has a relationship with the human emperor, so it has nothing to do with whether he is a good person or not. The woman sighed, "The Human Emperor can easily defeat the gods, but you remember, you are not the Human Emperor, you are a human being, and you don't want to become a Human Emperor." ”

"Why? Brother Fenglong said, what we have to face now may be the resurrected gods, if there is a human emperor, won't we be able to easily complete this business?" He Qitian didn't understand, there was something more terrifying than saving the world.

"I don't know, but he once said to me that 'the human emperor is the most correct mistake', the Chinese are not on the right path, the Chinese are just on the wrong path." The woman frowned, and this was what she was puzzled about, and soon after the man had said this, he boarded the ship back to his home, and promised her before leaving that he would come back to fetch her when he had done what he had to do. After that, she waited, but the man never showed up again.

"Then how should we fight against the gods?" He Qitian was a little puzzled, instead of relying on the human emperor, could he rely on sniper rifles or nuclear weapons to attack the gods? If there really appeared a god king like Zeus, would nuclear weapons really be useful to him?

"I don't know, but you're the key. The woman pointed at He Qitian.

"I'm just a normal person. He Qitian waved his hand, this was clearly a killing. He knows how many pounds and taels he has, not to mention the main god, the old man of the land is estimated to be able to hang him.

"You're an ordinary person. The woman was obviously not prepared to save face for He Qitian, "But don't you know that thing inside you?"

"What?" He Qitian was stunned.

"That's what he mentioned, from the Fourth Emperor, and the role is to 'correct mistakes.'" The woman stretched out her finger and pointed to He Qitian's heart, the ring had long been integrated with He Qitian.

"What does that mean?" He Qitian's body shook, judging from the previous information......

"Yes, what is in your body is the Fourth Imperial Weapon. The woman nodded, confirming He Qitian's inference.

"The anomaly has reappeared, but we have not received a response and have requested more surveillance. Natasha reported to Galahad that he was just doing a routine business.

Galahad's reply was quickly conveyed, agreeing to the surveillance.

Natasha nodded, and immediately began to carry out the order, starting with the distribution of personnel.

In his office, Galahad's mask reflects the glow of the screen. On the screen was the command he had just given, the same command, in a simple and concise tone. Exactly like himself.

But he did not act at all, he neither gave instructions nor spoke. It had been a long time since he had given orders, but the pilgrims acted as if they had received his orders, and even "every one of his commands" was clearly recorded in the system.

After a long silence, he dialed a phone call.

"Hey, what are you looking for me?" the voice on the other end of the phone was surprised.

"We were stuck. Galahad said. There was no restriction on his freedom, and no one threatened him, but that's what he said.

The other end of the phone was stunned: "...... Wouldn't ......it? Didn't Lin Moyang go to solve the Demigod Domain?"

"There has been a change in the Demigod Domain, we don't know much about the Demigod Domain, if I guessed correctly, this Demigod Domain is not what we imagined. Galahad kept telling on the phone, but the man had a big mouth.