Whether there was a problem with his perception - this was indeed a situation that made Gawain extremely irritated, but he still lacked more control groups and ways to explore, so the question could only be put on hold for the time being, and he was more concerned with other things, about the gods, than this temporary question.

If the Eternal Slab Fragment is real, are the things it says are also true? If those things are also true...... Gawain has to pay attention to a rather terrifying fact when you think about it:

The gods are dead.

The names of the gods are explicitly mentioned in the messy and broken call logs, and the content of the calls itself can be pieced together in a shocking war of god hunters, in which the gods are almost overwhelmingly disadvantaged, not so much a war as a systematic extermination of the gods one by one, and the gods of the major contemporary sects known to Gawain are among them.

So, the gods are dead - so what are the tens of millions of mortal believers in this world who worship every day?!

What is it that answers the prayers of mortals, what is it that controls the flow of divine power, what is it that is raining down all kinds of miracles, what is it - secret and indescribable whispers are heard while the believers are meditating, and through the whispers one "parable" after another?!

When the pious priests prayed devoutly, they would hear the murmurs of the gods in their hearts, and if the murmurs were not made by the gods at all, then their source would be chilling.

Immediately afterwards, Gawain couldn't help but think of the "White Star Fall" that caused the Druids to split and degenerate into the Druids.

Three thousand years ago, even for the once-prosperous Gondor Empire, it is already an "ancient event" beyond historical accuracy, and it is difficult for humans with short and changeable lives to record such ancient things clearly, but the main inheritors of the Druid sect are elves, and the long-lived elves can clearly record such things that span thousands of years.

In the history of the elves, the "White Star Fall" was a "dark miracle" that only the druids observed and perceived, when all the druids produced a unified "vision", they saw the sky split in two, the dark starry sky descended to a height that seemed to be within reach, and the blazing white stars shook violently in the starry sky and fell to the earth - but all the ordinary people at the time except the druids did not see anything fall to the ground.

Therefore, the fall of the white star is regarded as a large-scale collective hallucination, but because of its huge scale and the fact that the event itself involves the gods, scholars do not dare to use "hallucinations" casually to perfunctory the past, but instead interpret it as a meteorite rain that occurs at a higher level and parallel to the current time and space, they believe that something fell from the divine realm and fell in the gap between the mortal world and the divine realm, and ordinary people who do not have spiritual talents naturally cannot perceive it, which is the "white star fall".

But whatever the truth about the fall of the white star, the druid magic was ineffective after that event.

Gawain initially believed that the fall of the White Star was the fall of the gods of nature, but now the information in the Eternal Slab Fragments made him doubt it: the Eternal Slab was much older than the fall of the White Star!

These pale gold metal plates first appeared in the First Pioneer Period, which was tens of thousands of years ago, and the real shape or birth time of the eternal stone tablets can only be even older than that, that is, before mortals established civilization on this land, the gods recorded in the eternal stone tablets were dead!

So what is the white star that fell from the sky in the collective hallucinations of the druids three thousand years ago? The nature spirits that had already cooled down got up and died again?

……

As Gawain pondered as he faced the fragments of the Eternal Slab, in a forest far away from the Dark Mountains and Leslie's domain, large clumps of vines suddenly emerged from the ground, tangled and swelled into a huge sac, which burst a moment later and a staggering figure emerged from it.

The figure was clad in a black robe that had been torn into strips of cloth, his short brown hair was messily clinging to his scalp, he was emaciated and pale, his eyes were gloomy, his entire right arm had been blown off by Qi Gen, and the terrible wound was now covered in a wriggling mass of flesh and was undergoing a difficult regeneration.

This is the cultist who narrowly escaped from Tanzanian Town before.

The physical trauma, the mental exhaustion, and the long distance of the flight made the middle-aged man, who had been called a strong man, extremely weak, and he walked unsteadily among the trees, and with his steps, the bushes and weeds that passed him withered and decayed, as if the life force had been drawn out of thin air, and died in the blink of an eye.

Absorbing the vitality of these plants and trees, the middle-aged man's face finally regained a little blood, and he stopped in front of a large stone and looked down at the symbol carved with a sharp weapon on the stone: a withered and curly thorn.

Seeing the mark of the Society of the End of All Things, the middle-aged cultist took out a wooden whistle from his arms with his only remaining left hand, but before it could be blown, he heard the sound of leaves rattling around him, and a large number of fallen leaves were swept up by the wind, condensing into a hazy figure on the boulder, and when the fallen leaves dispersed, the figure gradually became clear: a tall woman, with long dark green hair, fair skin and a beautiful face, dressed like a priest's robe, but the robe was erased from all sacred religious symbols, At the hem of the robe, instead of human feet, a terrible mass of "limbs" like the roots of a tree were exposed.

"A shameful failure, Mr. Bud," said the tall woman with long dark green hair, her voice mixed with the sound of dead leaves cracking, "your confidence turns out to be blind. ”

"Gawain Cecil has indeed succeeded in resurrection, and he has sabotaged my operation," the middle-aged cultist known as "Bard", though respectful but not timid and humble, straightened up and explained, "Lady Bertila, his strength is greater than expected, and I doubt he has lost any combat experience!" ”

"If he's really as strong as he was back then, you won't have time to exhale a second breath after seeing him," said the tall woman known as Bertila unceremoniously, but then changed her words, "but the fact that he can easily defeat you shows that he is not as weak as I thought at first......"

"How so?" Bard's voice was full of confusion, "Doesn't it mean that his soul has been annihilated, and even if his body remains and is resurrected, he will become a waste or even a living dead?" ”

"He's been in contact with those 'apocalyptic things', and even had direct communication with an ancient spirit, and no one knows what kind of knowledge and power he's gained in the process," Bertila said lightly, but there seemed to be a strange emotion in her eyes, which was a mixture of jealousy and emotion, "so no one knows if his current behavior is due to some kind of ancient guidance...... All in all, you don't need to dig into anything about him. ”

"I see," Bud nodded, his head finally bowed slightly, "so what do we do next?" Leave him alone? ”

"Just leave it alone, including the Eternal Slab Fragment," Bertila said in a cold voice, "The war between Typhon and Ansu is approaching, and we have been preparing for this day for hundreds of years, and we can't afford to cause trouble because of anything. ”

Bard nodded, "I understand. ”

Bertila bowed slightly, then glanced at the flesh wriggling on Bud's right shoulder: "When your arm grows, go to Typhon, go to the Quicksand Coast to join the local cultists, and go to the Sea of the Stormchildren together." The Grand Imam has arranged for you to help them as messengers of the Society of the End of All Things. ”

"Children of the Storm? Those believers in the God of Storms? Bud frowned, "They rarely ask for help from the outside world......"

"They provoked the Kraken in the Eastern Seas." Bertila said lightly.

Bard's eyes flickered, and he didn't say anything, but bowed his head slightly to show that he received the order.

The wind rolled up again, and the withered leaves swirled around Beltila's figure, and her body gradually disintegrated into debris from the bottom up in the leaf whirlwind, but before the upper body decomposed, her eyes fell on the broken sword on Bud's waist, and a slightly distorted voice came from the whirlwind: "Bard Wendell, your attachment to the past will hinder your path to the truth, if you want to go further on the path of the withered priest, you better put down your sword......"

Bertila's voice vanished along with her figure, leaving only the fading mana reaction in place, and Bard stood in front of the scattered leaves, sneering for a long time, turning and slowly walking into the depths of the forest.

The remnants of the magic erased the boulder's mark of the Doomskaya, and eventually, there was no trace left here.

……

New Cecil collar.

Gawain eventually decided to seal the Eternal Slab Fragments for the time being, and focused on building his territory.

The secrets of the gods are indeed heartwarming, and the truth that "the gods are dead" may be enough to shake the whole world, but Gawain still came to his senses: this is not an area that he can touch and intervene in now, and this great truth will not bring him any benefit for a while.

The gods are dead, this truth is indeed shocking, but it can only be shocking, how can we know this truth? In this era of this world, before there is enough strength, even if he grasps the laws of the operation of the universe, it is just a madman's crazy words, and he can't find anyone to talk about this secret, and even if he says it, it will cause unnecessary attention and hostility, so for the sake of the stable development of the territory, he might as well keep this matter in his heart first.

Putting away the shards, Gawain took out the rune logic materials he had copied from Jenny Perrault, and prepared to continue his unfinished studies and research.

But not long after he got into the groove, the tent curtain was lifted, and the Byron knight ran in with a furious expression, and with a very strange expression on his face.

There was both nervousness and consternation, but more often than not, helplessness and embarrassment.

Anyway, this old fritter knight's expression is quite rich.

"What's going on so panicking?" Gawain glanced up at the middle-aged knight, "Amber was beaten by Rebecca?" Or was Rebecca beaten up by Hetty? ”

"Neither!" Byron's face was full of awkwardness and confusion, and he rubbed his hands vigorously, "My lord, I'...... I'm afraid I won't be able to adopt that dumb child......"

"No way to adopt?" Gawain stopped flipping through the materials in his hand and looked at Byron fixedly, "You can't talk nonsense, you are a knight, and I testified when you decided to adopt that child. ”

"But...... But the child ......," Byron's face was awkward, "she's a woman!" ”

"Hah...... Yes? ”