Times have changed.

For a "god split" that was separated from its body during the time of the Tide Civilization and then sealed deep underground with an ancient set of energy restraints, his time had changed millions of years ago.

Yet he never knew all this—the stagnant imprisoning force field, the wrong time sequence, the incomplete information of the outside world, and the "stage" that a family had carefully woven for two hundred years, wrapping him in layers.

Until an hour ago, he still considered this era to be a certain period of the Tide Tide civilization era, and believed that the strange humans in this world and their various kingdoms were the survivors of the mutation left over from the collapse of the Tide Empire.

"You wake up deep underground in Orlandelle, and all you see is a group of dark cultists who are busy around you, delirious, and unmotivated to communicate with you for years of contact, or even realize what you are...... Then you were freed from the shackles of the Great Bang and the Great Collapse, and in a state of extreme weakness, you could not wait to seek the parasitic mind of mortals, and so you found my ancestors...... You are in the collective dream of a family, using your own power to constantly erode and lure one family member after another to become your nourishment, waiting for your strength to recover and return to the divine realm......"

Rosetta calmly stared at the empty eye floating in front of him, as if he didn't feel the huge pressure released by the other party on him, he spoke slowly, and every word was very clear—

"You seem to be very confident in yourself, as if you believe that the mortals parasitized by you are powerless and dare not resist, but have you ever thought that my ancestor two hundred years ago, the first Augustus the Great to be parasitized by you...... In fact, he never gave in to you in his life, and even after his death, until he became a part of the palace of twilight, his will is still passed down in the blood of Augustus's heirs, and has been passed down to this day? ”

Behind Rosetta, an extremely hazy and dim shadow stood up, it was the most transparent of all shadows, even blurred to the point that the silhouette of the human figure could not be seen clearly, he came to Rosetta's side, there was no detail of facial features on the transparent face, but there was still a gaze that fell on the "body" of the Vision.

"You...... You are the mortal emperor of two hundred years ago......" The Vision finally broke the silence in a fit of rage, and with his roar, the starlight in the entire space swelled and shriggled, "How is this possible?!" How is it possible for you to hide an entire 'era' in front of me?! How can you know so many of my secrets?! ”

Rosetta laughed: "What's impossible? When you choose to parasitize a mortal family, you are doomed to no longer be a high god, but just a pathetic parasite...... You can influence our memories and emotions, and we can distort your judgments, and it's not just us who are trapped in that palace in the eternal twilight - do you think you haven't been in a dream for the last two hundred years? ”

"Caught in a dream...... Caught in a dream...... "The Vision of God trembled violently, and the edges were distorted so that the lines that barely conformed to the laws of geometry stretched out in all directions as if out of control, and as His power continued to erode, the entire arcane hall began to take on a strange form of transparency, illusory, distorted and layered, "I see...... I see...... It's no wonder I haven't noticed so many visible marks for so long...... Well done, you guys are doing a great job!! ”

An invisible impact suddenly erupted centered on the Vision of God, and his angry words instantly turned into a turbid roar that could not be heard by human ears and incomprehensible by human intelligence, and the starry sky reflected in the entire arcane hall suddenly distorted and rotated, and all the starlight turned into lines and illusions full of malice, and layers of roars and coercion surged in the direction of Rosetta Augustus, and in the midst of that roar, one voice could barely be distinguished: "You little tricks are meaningless!" The mortal mind cannot resist the power of the gods—I will parasitize you again, just as I did two hundred years ago, and this time, you will never want to keep any free thought! ”

Rosetta couldn't resist taking two steps back in the face of all this malice and coercion coming at him, but he quickly regained his footing, and even laughed in the face of the enraged Vision: "You can try it - but are you sure you still have the ability to parasitic minds?" ”

"It's ......easy for me," the Eye of God said subconsciously, but the next second he exclaimed in disbelief, "How ...... this?"

"After absorbing so much of the power of the God of War and being deeply polluted by all kinds of chaotic divine thinking, you still think that you are the 'God of Dreams'? Rosetta's face turned pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever, "We spent two hundred years stealing this 'knowledge' from you, but we didn't expect you to forget it all at a critical moment...... But it's also normal, after all, you are not a complete dream god, you are just a split eye from him, detached from the support of the ontology and the power of faith, and you can't even survive in the real world alone...... What a pathetic splinter. ”

"Who are you to talk to me like that?!" The Vision was furious, and countless twisted and malicious starlight shone into the Arcane Hall from some distant dimension, and although these starlights were weakening and disappearing at a rapid rate, their remaining power still seemed to be enough to destroy everything in this hall, including Rosetta Augustus, and the Soul Shadows who stood behind Rosetta and accompanied the Vision in the Palace of Dusk for two hundred years.

"I am disgusted by the smug appearance of you mortals, and it is my last duty to have you disappear into this world—be honored, and you may even be worthy to die with the eyes of God!"

The roar of madness had once again become that kind of confusion that humans could not comprehend, and the starlight around him had begun to fill with a burning touch that could tear apart matter and spirit at the same time, death was coming, Rosetta Augustus calmed down more than ever, he showed a smile, calmly, even slightly sarcastically, stared at the Vision of God, whose breath had been visibly weakened but still invincible, and watched the lines escaping around that eye become more and more transparent and illusory, and he opened his hands, Preparing for the light of a distant star—and just then, a strange female voice burst into his head—

"Why is it that Roland's descendants only have this ability to wait for death?"

Rosetta opened his eyes in shock, and just as he was about to find the source of the sound, he suddenly heard a loud sound of a wall exploding from somewhere nearby - and then the surrounding starlight phantoms were suddenly torn open a huge rift, and the illusion quickly collapsed around the rupture, and the original walls and roof of the arcane hall were quickly revealed.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the west side of the castle and part of the wall were blasted open by some kind of weapon, and a howling cold wind poured into the hall through the gap, and a strangely shaped Cecil flew directly into the arcane hall through this gap, and the metal shell, wings, and the bottom of the cone brought large sparks all the way to the floor and walls, and it stopped in front of Rosetta like a reckless beast, and the latter ...... Amazed.

Then, he finally saw the shocking details of the strangely shaped Cecil flying machine - he saw that a "container" with a diameter of more than two meters was installed on the base of the inverted cone, and a living brain was soaked in the container, and in this brief moment, he and the brain "looked at each other", which should have been a terrifying and even terrifying scene, but he felt a visceral, as if the blood was connected from nowhere.

In the next second, there was a strange buzzing sound inside the aircraft that "mounted" the brain, and then the surface of the brain and some of the mechanical structures of the aircraft lit up with the brilliance of runes, and the invisible mental force field expanded, and a long, spider-like limb emerged out of thin air and quickly stabbed at the Vision of God that was rapidly dissipating not far away.

Rosetta subconsciously looked in the direction of the arthropod, but before he could see what was going on, a blinding white light suddenly filled his entire vision.

Short-lived and intense vertigo struck, and Rosetta realized that his mind had been invaded, but this invasion did not give him any sense of crisis - after quickly adjusting to the chaotic feeling of space displacement, the scene in front of him gradually stabilized, and he found himself in an unusually large space.

The endless surface of the water extends infinitely in the field of vision, and the water surface is calm as if it were a mirror; The sky is clear, and thin clouds float against a blue background, and countless symbolic formulas and mechanical parts that constantly rotate and recombine between them; Large and small, undetermined platforms float on the water in the distance, and the platforms are shrouded in vague barriers, making it impossible to see the specific scene above.

This is what Rosetta sees when she opens her eyes.

After a moment, he recovered from his surprise and saw that a round table had appeared in front of him at some point, and around the round table were several white and simple but elegantly shaped high-backed chairs, and two figures were standing at the round table, as if waiting for him.

After seeing the appearance of one of the figures, his pupils subconsciously contracted, but in the next second, his expression became relaxed, even more relaxed than just now.

Gawain Cecil – not surprising.

Rosetta strode towards the round table, his feet on the water, and he could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet, but there was no sense of sinking.

He came to Gawain Cecil, first looked the other party up and down, and then looked around again before showing a smile and retracting his gaze: "So, should I call you Gawain Cecil here, or an extraterritorial wanderer?" ”

"Looks like the Eternal Sleeper cultists you've recruited have revealed a lot of useful information to you," Gawain smiled, casually gesturing to a seat at the round table, "Sit down, there's a place for everyone who comes here." ”

"Thank you." Rosetta nodded, and sat down casually, a delicate refreshment appearing in front of him, and a teacup filled itself.

Gawain glanced at him with some surprise: "You don't look surprised?" ”

"There's so much to this war against the gods that I didn't anticipate at the beginning," Rosetta said calmly, "In contrast, 'Extraterritorial Wanderers' is at least what I've seen in the intel. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice came from another seat at the round table: "I thought you would greet me first—is the state of Augustus etiquette so worrisome in your generation?" ”

The woman who spoke out was the other figure who had been standing beside Gawain since just now.

Rosetta's previous attention was so focused on Gawain, the wary "extraterritorial wanderer", that he didn't notice who the other person at the round table was for a while—and he didn't match that unfamiliar face with anyone he knew in his memory for the first time, until he heard the other person speak, and he suddenly realized that it was the strange female voice he had heard when he faced the Vision earlier, so he turned his eyes in surprise.

He saw the other person's face clearly, and saw that it was a beautiful lady who was elegant and dignified in a long green dress, and he recalled it a little, confirming that he did not know this person, but then he felt a movement in his heart, and vaguely noticed something strange - although he did not know this person, he had seen this face in some places......

The lady in the long green dress frowned slightly: "What, could it be that you have already burned my portrait?" ”

Rosetta Augustus finally remembered where his familiarity came from, and the other party's face matched something in his memory, making his eyes widen instantly: "You...... You are ......"

"Look, something more surprising is going to happen here," Gawain, who was sitting on the sidelines, laughed, and said casually as if gossiping, "Come, have tea." ”

Rosetta didn't care about Gawain's words and the refreshments placed in front of him, he just stared at the woman sitting across from him up and down, his brows furrowed slightly: "Are you Bertilla Augustus?" ”

"You should add honorifics," the woman said lightly, "at least I didn't ask you to bow here." ”

"Well, maybe I should call you 'you,'" Rosetta said calmly, "So, you do live in some form until now?" ”

Berthira keenly captures the key words in the other person's words: "'Indeed'...... Looks like you know something. ”

“…… There are many old records of the royal family, as well as sporadic investigations of family members who have mysteriously disappeared in history," Rosetta hesitated before adding, "In addition, I have some ...... An individual's source of intelligence. ”

"Well, that's a good job, but it's not a pleasant topic for me," Berthira shook her head as she thought of the extinct Society of the End of All Things and some of the members of the Dark Cult that had roamed the world, "That's it for the friendly family talks, we should get down to business." ”

(End of chapter)