Kant and Lund, each with a belly full of doubts and curiosity, cautiously approached the center of the battlefield, that is, the place covered with a thick layer of black ash.

It was very quiet all the way, there was no danger, no one else, not even a bug.

"Is this the center of the battlefield? This place...... I remember it was supposed to be a small hill......

Professor Kant pulled a map from his bosom and examined it carefully in the light.

Then he put down the map again, and looked at the large flat black wasteland in front of him, and there was no energy storm, spatial rift or anything like that.

"The intensity of this divine war is really low, why is this happening?"

He asked, puzzled.

"This may be because there is a gap in strength between the two sides......"

Lent on the side speculated.

"It's like if an ordinary person wants to catch a cat in the house, it will be very troublesome, and if you don't do it, it will make a mess of the room; But if it's just an ant, it's just a pinch. ”

"Hehe, a bold speculation."

Professor Kant laughed dryly, not quite agreeing with the other party's statement.

At the stage of the true God, who can be weaker than whom?

But he can't completely rule out this possibility, humans still know too little about the gods.

If this is the case, what terrifying strength should another god be?

With human imagination, I'm afraid it can't even be figured out, right?

"Professor, I've noticed something strange again."

Lunt next to him suddenly spoke, interrupting Professor Kant's thoughts.

"Although the perception is very disturbed here, I tried to expand it a little bit......"

"Have you noticed that there seems to be only one residual coercion and aura fluctuation here?"

Professor Kant shook his head, he really didn't notice.

After entering this black wasteland, he quickly reined in his perception and did not dare to expand it.

Moreover, his perception is only convenient to study, whether it is accuracy or sensitivity, it definitely can't be compared with an eighth-order legend.

He hurriedly took the courage to let go of his perception and feel the afterglow of his surroundings.

Indeed, you can only feel a very small trace of coercion.

Powerful, furious, just a faint wisp of it, all made him feel a headache, and it seemed that he heard some strange sound in his ears, like some kind of desperate wail and scream before death.

Professor Kant's face suddenly turned pale, and his body almost fell, and he was already on the verge of mental pollution.

This residual coercion was not much of a threat to the eighth-order Lunt, it only made him feel a slight headache, but for Professor Kant, who was only half an transcendent person, it was extremely dangerous.

"Professor! Professor! Put away your senses! ”

Lunt grabbed Professor Kant's arm and pulled a knife from his bosom and pressed it against the professor's fingertips, intending to cause him some pain and help him maintain consciousness.

"No...... No, I'm fine......"

Professor Kant quickly retracted his perception, waved his hand again, and stood up straight, his face gradually improving back.

"After all, it's the site of the Divine War, and it's not something that people like me can peep at will......"

"You'd better put away your senses too, or I won't be able to save you if you touch something you shouldn't be snooping."

He opened his mouth to persuade.

Lent was taken aback by his reaction and nodded repeatedly.

"However, there is really only one residual coercion and aura fluctuation? Why is that? ”

Professor Kant hurriedly asked.

Lent shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he couldn't understand the gods' operations, but he still speculated with a lot of brains:

"The remnant is obviously an evil god, he must have been killed by that good god, so there will be a remnant, right?"

Professor Kant did not answer, noncommittal to this speculation.

He had once taken a long look at another Divine War site, and the residual coercion and fluctuations there had not dissipated to this day, and just by looking at it, he would feel that his vision was blurred and his eyes were swollen and painful.

Perhaps, the divine war of the three ruins left behind was not one-on-one like today, but many-to-many, which is why the residual reaction was so violent and continued to this day.

This is a major archaeological discovery!

The paper I went back to write was able to amaze the whole world!

When the time comes, you can call Her Excellency Ke Luo as an assistant and have her signature, so that she will also be famous in the archaeological community.

Professor Kant muttered in his heart, and he didn't forget to pull a little Klee who is diligent and respectful these days.

She's so much better than my bad old man, she should be alive, right?

The two of them continued on their way, gradually approaching the place where Rohr had placed his sword in its scabbard.

As he walked here, Lent seemed to feel something, and although he listened to the professor's advice and put away his perception, the instinctive reaction of an eighth-order legend was still there.

He smelled something unusual in the air, and a few cards popped up between his fingers, slowing down.

Then, he saw two young people who looked like ordinary villagers, and there was a trailer of a truck parked next to them.

Both of them are linen and straw sandals, very plainly dressed, holding a pair of shovels in their hands, digging soil one by one, filling in the tow bucket next to them.

What are these two doing?

Wait, no!

How can anyone else come to this place?

Who are they?

Professor Kant and Lunt suddenly changed their faces, and they cautiously approached the past.

Lent also crushed a card in his hand, and the figures of the two gradually became blurred and transparent, not only covering the fluctuations of the aura on Lent's body, but also the sound of their breathing and heartbeat.

Quite clever stealth.

The appearance of the two young people is very similar, they are both ordinary public faces, like twins, but one always has a faint smile on his face, and he looks like a typical sunny youth in a mountain village.

The other was always gloomy, as if he was carrying some unbearable weight.

Digging and digging, the black-faced young man stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the smiling young man.

"What are you looking at me for? Keep digging! ”

"The village has been peaceful for so long, and the harvest of the dealer is not as good as a year, and I don't want to bring some back, and I will eat the soil and drink the wind in winter?"

The smiling young man said angrily.

The black-faced youth still didn't speak, and continued to stare at him.

The smiling young man seemed to be able to read his thoughts in his eyes, shook his head with a smile, and continued:

"No, maybe people are just passing by?"

"And it seems that humans and animals are harmless, so there should be no hostility, right?"

"Did you say yes?"

His last sentence was actually asked to Professor Kant and Lund, who were in a state of stealth not far away.

Lent was suddenly shocked in his heart, he was very confident in his stealth technique, it was a unique skill among the best skills, and even the ninth-order sage couldn't see through it.

What's more, this area is very special, the perception is very disturbed, it can only be barely expanded, and it is very dangerous.

How did these two ordinary villagers-looking guys find out?

Lunt didn't have time to think about it, and grabbed Professor Kant's arm, intending to flee.

He didn't dare to do anything in such a place, maybe something terrible would happen.

However, before he could take a step, he noticed that his eyes had changed, and his figure had left the place and came to the two young men.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

The smiling young man said.

Although the smile on his face was very sunny, in the eyes of the two professors, it revealed an indescribable weirdness and horror.

Lunt still has the psychological quality of an eighth-order powerhouse, swallowed hard, and replied in a low voice:

"We ...... We were just passing through ......."

"It's really just passing by, and we're not hostile at all!"

For some reason, he obviously didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of strength in the two villagers, and he really looked like ordinary people.

But the instinct of his body made him feel extremely awe-inspiring, as if facing two incomparably powerful beings, his heartbeat increased uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"So? That's good......"

The smiling young man nodded, as if he didn't intend to embarrass them.

"But since it happened to happen, please do me a favor, let's take a break."

As he spoke, he handed the shovel in his hand.

The black-faced youth next to him was the same.

Professor Kant and Lunt did not dare to disobey at all, so they could only stretch out their hands with a slight tremor and take the shovel.

Very ordinary shovel, the same style as the street goods.

"By the way, I almost forgot to remind you, don't use any strange and inexplicable powers, otherwise you may get into some trouble."

Lent nodded hurriedly.

The two of them rolled up their sleeves and dug into the bucket of dirt one by one.

The two villagers watched silently from the side, and basically did not speak except for the occasional words of encouragement and reminders to change places.

Even the expression on his face has not changed, one is still smiling, the other is dark.

Because they didn't dare to use their extraordinary powers, the two professors were so busy that they were sweating and panting, and the sun was out, so they could barely fill the drag.

"It's almost, it's really hard."

The smiling young man clapped his hands and took back the shovel from the two of them.

The black-faced youth turned his head and gave him a look again, as if to express something.

The smiling young man understood his eyes, shook his head, and persuaded:

"Huh? You don't need it, do you? Didn't you say that you would only dig the soil and not kill people when you came out this time? ”

The black-aged youth continued to stare at him.

"Don't don't, don't be like this, you have to do it!"

"Besides, wouldn't it be nice if we asked them to help keep it secret?"

With that, he looked back at Professor Kant and asked:

"Can you promise me not to tell anyone about seeing us?"

Before Professor Kant could react to what was going on, he nodded subconsciously.

"Very well, you promised!"

The smiling young man said, slapping his face three times.

Professor Kant and Lunt felt black in front of their eyes at the same time and fainted.