It's just a few simple words, but it gives the French a huge amount of information.

Combined with Ben Bashuchel's visually striking snorting flame, they couldn't believe it.

And who are Norton and Tao Xingzhi? No, and there is no need to lie to them on this.

"Let's wait until we're done visiting this place, and then we'll submit relevant information about the Evolutionary to your department, so let's move on. ”

Tao Xingzhi didn't want to disturb Jiutian's perception at this moment.

The accompanying interpreter immediately paraphrased the sentence in standard French.

Everyone didn't make any more noise, but always paid attention to Huang Jiutian's state, of course, the French focused on Huang Jiutian and Ben, and even Balu frequently had his eyes on him, obviously this strong and excessively big man was also suspected of being an evolutionary.

Being stared at by Ben felt like a frog being stared at by a serpent, and he felt like he was in an ice cellar, and he didn't feel better until Ben looked away, but his heartbeat couldn't calm down for the time being.

"I'm sorry, I'm more likely to get angry because of the relationship between evolutionary attributes, but I have excellent rational restraint ability, and at most I just say a few words. ”

Norton apologized to Vershee in a fluttering tone.

However, if Vershee knew that poor Dr. Aven had just been grafted out of danger, he would not know if he could be calm or not.

The crowd continued to walk, and the aquatic plants inside had apparently been cleaned for a round, mostly clean except for a few stubborn stains, and some of the wires and lights that had been erected in some dim locations.

This secret house is slightly smaller than the one in Qingzhen, but the interior is still very large, containing many halls and corridors.

Since Huang Jiutian would stop from time to time to feel it, the crowd was not moving fast.

As we move forward, in addition to the various mystical symbols at the beginning, characters and stories begin to be depicted frequently.

The first is a wall carving in a corridor of an armored warrior standing at the top of a hill with a sword and axe.

Although the right hand holds the battle axe, it must be that the craftsmen deliberately showed off the effect of art, so the half of the right palm is exposed.

The palm of the hand clearly has the symbol of the scorching sun.

It is difficult to tell from the armor of the warrior that he belonged to the region, but the painting is definitely old, because the so-called armor is mixed with some metal pieces and unknown animal bones, and it is full of savage style.

Huang Jiutian lingered on the soldier's blurred face for a few seconds, and then looked at the other position of the wall carving.

At the foot of the hilltop where the warriors stand, there are countless monsters densely packed.

Some resemble demons, some resemble giant beasts, and some are simply a twisted darkness, not just that the craftsman cannot be presented, but that such monsters are already there.

Each one is vivid, and there is no vague portrayal due to the large number of them.

The tomahawk had filled the gap, and the longsword had been cut in half.

As an artistic expression, the craftsman who portrays this wall carving can be described as a master and a figure, and if the artist is asked to comment, it is estimated that he can say a lot of professional appreciation terms such as "tension, realism, and emotion".

But Jiutian can't see that now.

There is only one warrior in the wall carving, what about Dawn's companions? With so many monsters, he doesn't seem to have any intention of evacuating?

What happened to him in the end?

The wall inscription does not give exact results, but in the last work of continuity, a broken sword is seen obliquely inserted into the earth.

Some words are stuck in my throat, but I can't talk to the people around me.

Huang Jiutian took a few steps forward and reached out to pull out a small weed at the neck of one of the soldiers' wall carvings.

That's all he can do now.

All the people present are professionals who deal with special events and mutations, and their eyes are focused on the monsters carved on the wall to see if they can correspond to today's mutation events.

The crowd continued to move forward, and there were more and more similar images.

Some wore robes and wielded huge weapons, some wore armor and held spears, and some simply roared naked and roared into the sky, mostly in the face of fearsome monsters, while others were simply pitch black, and the artisan carved in shades rather than paints to avoid the possibility of fading.

In the eyes of those who are familiar with Huang Jiutian, he is a little strange today.

To be exact, since entering this dusty underwater building, Jiutian has become a little strange.

He rarely speaks, and stays on each wall carving for a considerable amount of time.

However, those present were more or less immersed in the contemplation of these wall carvings.

A small wall carving in one of the hallways made the group frown, a woman with the symbol still on her right palm, but tied to a dry pyre.

There were many people below, and the craftsmen made the faces of the crowd look extremely ugly, especially the one holding the torch, more like a monster than a human.

'Burn at the stake!'

This picture is not difficult to guess, or the best to guess, but it is in great contrast with all the previous wall carvings.

Jiutian twisted his thighs with the hands in his pockets, forcing himself not to stay here too much.

A corridor in front of it had collapsed, and everyone had gone through a large hole in one side and directly into one of the largest halls to date.

It is still a wall carving, except for the most conspicuous sun-blazing fireball symbol, there are no monsters in the depiction, but a sense of warm celebration.

In the center, a robed figure is depicted in an artistically exaggerated way, taller than the people around it.

He held a glittering scepter, the symbol at the bottom clearly visible, pressed towards the outstretched palm of a kneeling man.

In the surrounding scene, both armed and bare-handed, they all reach out to the sky, waving or clenching their fists in celebration.

'It's like a coronation!'

This is what most people think, and Jiutian understands what these represent, and this is the honor he will also receive in the near future - the brand ceremony.

By the time I came out of the building, almost two hours had passed.

Although it is not as big as the secret place of Qingzhen, the richness of the wall carvings is far better than that of Qingzhen.

As soon as he got outside, everyone who was always paying attention to Huang Jiutian found out that he was wrong.

It seems that he finally couldn't hold on, and when he got to the outside for a long time, his state took a sharp turn.

Standing outside the building, gasping for breath, his face drenched in sweat, his thoughts were in a high degree of activity.

Qin Xiaoxia's magic power had already run spontaneously, protecting his brain and spirit, allowing Jiutian to endure the soul pain of violent disturbances and changes in his thinking and mental power.

The shock was too strong.

Huang Jiutian, who was already only one step away from true evolution, actually triggered a qualitative change in his spirit that had long been about to be moved because of this investigation.

Qin Xiaoxia's words here will definitely be exaggerated in his heart as "excessive brain supplementation has caused spiritual evolution".

"Jiutian, are you alright?"

"Go away and give him fresh air!"

"Call the doctor!!"

。。。

The chaotic shouts of the people around him seemed to be very far away from him, and Huang Jiutian felt a little unsteady on his feet, but he was immediately supported by the people on the side.

Except for the sound of his own heavy breathing, all that flashed in his mind was the previous wall carving.

A screeching sound like a microphone pointed at a megaphone kept ringing in my head with a tingling pain.

A faint purple magic burned in front of his eyes, relieving the torment at the moment, but his consciousness inevitably blurred.

。。。

In a private hospital in Lyon, a large crowd gathered in the corridor outside Huang Jiutian's ward.

Almost all members of the Huaguo team are there, and only a few of them are waiting for news.

The chairs in the aisle were full of people.

The doctor said that the patient was just overtired and could recover after a rest, but the people present only took the doctor's words as a reference, after all, Huang Jiutian's condition should be related to the ethereal perception.

Information about that building has already been searched by special people, from the Internet to the physical library, and the teams of each of the three countries in China have been frantically exploring in a way that turns the bottom up.

The material is fragmented, with little presence and unity, and there is little record of it in formal history.

It's like a random fabricated story, and at first glance it sounds unfounded.

However, such a rumor-like organization has the exaggerated and secret building at the bottom of the reservoir, and it also consumes the perceptual Huang Jiutian to the point of coma.

"Dawning Association, what kind of existence does it have, and will it be the same as the mysterious organization that Shen Cheng has come into contact with?"

Tao Xingzhi stared at his phone in a low voice.

It continues to receive search materials from domestic team members.

A light in the darkness, a savior, a cunning deceiver, a pretending to be a god, a hero who eradicates evil, a saint, a mercenary villain。。。。。

Early A.D., the Middle Ages, the change of dynasties... British, Nordic, American, Asia... There seems to be a connection to the religions of all regions ...

All the information and materials are not in-depth.

There are only a few words of record all over the world, and most of them are biographies and paintings of a wild historical nature.

Nearly a thousand years have been recorded, and this is not necessarily the whole story, as it is not difficult to see some earlier traces from the previous wall carvings.

Perhaps no one has ever paid so much attention to this neglected historical organization as it does now.

Perhaps for the first time, people have discovered a mysterious existence that spans all parts of the world throughout history.

They have never been in the eyes of those in power and the public, and they have kept a low profile in history.

Or, they may not have been well-known, but they were either actively or passively forgotten by history.

Tao Xingzhi thought of the previous investigation by the French authorities, the vigilance of the mysterious existence, and the meaningful words of the mysterious person outside Shencheng.

PS: Saturday Chapter 1.