"In addition to the management of the original liquid and the sacrificial matters, the temple honored the will of Gala to a greater extent, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice the entire temple and even implicate innocent people in order to return Gala to their homeland. And I," Chen Xinlan said lightly, "just make sure that Gala's curse can be passed on." ”

In fact, only the temple and the North Hunting Hall are the real Gala lineage, and the position of the priest was originally created by Yu Su, so it is reasonable not to deal with the temple.

Chen Xinlan tilted his head: "But for the sake of the so-called bloodline inheritance, we had to give birth to you." ”

She paused, then laughed.

It's not a chuckle, it's not just a smile on his face, Chen Xinlan has already laughed, his body is constantly shaking, and he is almost laughing.

"Go ahead," Chen Xinlan pressed his hand on her shoulder and pushed forward: "After reading it, you will be just like me, disgusted with these things, disgusted with the stupid lies that have been repeated for thousands of years." ”

"After reading it, you will know how ridiculous it is that we rely on to survive."

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Facing the magnificent and towering palace, Song Chuanbai felt a sense of distortion for a while.

The buildings of the Northern Dynasties are often very high, with a sharp shape at the top, and there is almost no sleek arc, reminiscent of the towering rocks in the desert, which pierces people's eyes when they look at it.

But at the same time, it has a doctrinal beauty, and the decoration of any place can be found in the Gala teachings they profess. Song Chuanbai stood outside the door and looked up at the buildings around him, and a black shadow fell beside him, so he turned his head to look at the visitor.

The visitor had a completely unfamiliar, lackluster face, mediocre, light-colored pupils, but kept smiling, as if very happy and proud.

Song Chuanbai didn't know the other party's intention and identity, so he just smiled politely, and was thinking about whether to take the initiative to speak so as not to be recognized as rude, when the man said, "Don't you want to go in and have a look?" ”

I couldn't hear the deep meaning of these words for a while, Song Chuanbai looked at him inexplicably, only to hear him smile and say: "This is not only related to Chen Tongsheng, it is related to Gala, but also related to you, don't you want to go and see it?" Hou Ye? ”

Song Chuanbai's pupils contracted suddenly, and he lost his voice: "You are ......"

"Shhh," the other party put a finger to his lips and made a silent motion: "This is starting to be surprised?" It's still early, no, don't speak, your words don't make sense to me, and we're not in reality. ”

"If I could, I haven't seen Gala for many years," he smiled slightly, and the skin on his chin rolled up like paper: "I haven't seen you again for many years, and the cycle goes on and on, and on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on,

"You're just more rational and cold-blooded than normal people, and it's harder to be seduced, and you're not to the point of completely losing your curiosity, right?"

He stretched out his hand towards Song Chuanbai: "Come, I'll take you to see what is real." ”

Song Chuanbai stared at him for a moment, and said half-loudly: "You are Yu ......"

The other laughed: "Maybe, maybe I am." ”

After a long period of silence and stalemate, Song Chuanbai never moved, and the other party did not show his impatience at all, maintaining the movement of reaching out to him, as if he was sure that he would definitely promise himself.

"You deliberately let us come here," Song Chuanbai said, "Why on earth?" ”

The other party thought for a moment and said calmly: "Ah, I want you to come and see what this dynasty looks like in the end, you should also want to know what happened before it fell." In fact, it has always been like this, the predecessors left a mystery, and the descendants spent their lives to solve it, only to find out that it was just a carefully packaged joke, so they passed it on to their descendants, and the people of the Northern Dynasty were almost doing this kind of thing. ”

"You went to see Chen Ke, went to the mine, and saw the snake vine flower, in fact, it's almost the same, I can tell you directly, Queen Mo didn't die at the hands of Chen Ke, Chen Ke is just an executor, she died in the hands of the Northern Dynasty, died in the Northern Dynasty's fanatical worship of Gala, Chen Ke has long hated anything left by Gala."

He just smiled and said: "Queen Mo was killed by Chen Ke after being fed by the original liquid fed by the temple, and as for why Chen Ke hates the puppet so much......"

"Maybe it's because Chen Ke's parents used to be puppets and were also killed by him himself?"

"The existence of the puppet will infect the people around you, one after another, one after another, no one will be spared, and no one will be easily discovered......"

Song Chuanbai felt that his tone of pity was ridiculous: "Isn't it caused by your young species?" ”

Yu Su raised his chin slightly, and his face still had that meaningless and vaguely pity sigh: "Whenever I try to empathize with the people around me, I will fall into deeper confusion, so don't be so me, I don't control my emotions well." I often want to help others, but in the end, I find that causing human suffering is exactly what I live by. ”

"I helped once, and the grudge has been carried on to this day, and I'm tired of it." He said, "I'm here to ask for your help." ”

"Help what?"

"Let me go back to the Northern Dynasty."

Yu Su said: "I am now barely surviving in the bones of the ancient dragon under the Kyoto of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I can only continue to survive by returning to the Northern Dynasty." Looking at Song Chuanbai's expression, he added: "Only if I survive, you can live, you, Zheng Tang, and Chen Tongsheng." There is another one, Jiang Liyan, you and I are now one. In return, I'll show you the truth about Gala. ”

"What does the truth about Gala have to do with me? It's possible that you go to Kiryu to do this deal, how can it be a reward for me? Song Chuanbai took a step back.

"Because you'll see yourself by Gala's side too."

Yu Yu said: "Chen Tongsheng's attitude towards you, about your own identity, aren't you curious? You don't want to know, what keeps you alive and what's stopping you from living? ”

Song Chuanbai breathed heavily, hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand.

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Layer by layer, peeling off the cocoon, from the north of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, gradually approaching the north, and approaching the truth, in fact, no one could have imagined that they would touch such a long, shocking and dazed history.

At first, Gala was conceived in a deep and cold mountain cave, and was artificially induced to give birth to a womb on the ground.

In ancient and mysterious times and regions, humans formed tribes to defend themselves against ghosts and beasts, and they sought protection from the gods, not knowing that the gods and ghosts had always had the same roots, but only in different forms.

As a result, in the constant battle between the two sides, the human beings were almost completely unable to save themselves, they could neither escape from the wreaking ghosts, nor resist the hallucinations and madness that followed in the strange chanting, nor could they live in the dregs left behind by the gods and ghosts.

In fact, the creatures that lived with humans were exactly what they were, and until they died out one after another, the humans did not figure it out, but named them gods or ghosts according to their own language.

The gods who floated in the air with tentacles, no heads, no faces, and even no mouths and no eyes, looked as terrifying as ghosts, and the ghosts that crawled slowly under the sand and stones, and whose bodies were so large that they could devour an entire tribe, were as ethereal as the gods and could not be interpreted.

Humans have never communicated with them, nor have they ever gained the ability to communicate with them, and after hundreds of years of trying, certain tribes have finally abandoned this practice in favor of acquiring the ability to protect themselves.

The real first priest in the history of the ancestors of the Northern Dynasty was born from this time.

Born in Surabaya, the priest named Si found the corpse of an ancient evil god from the wasteland and stripped some of its body tissue.

Or rather, the shriveled bodies tempted him to bring them back to his tribe.

Si's children were the first to eat them.

Si was stunned to find that the child has obtained mobility and self-healing functions that are difficult for ordinary people to have, and can have the greatest chance of success in hunting and escaping.

So the whole tribe began to eat these bodies, and they followed Si into the wasteland, and it took a long time to eat all the edible parts of the corpses of the ancient gods that were as huge as a mountain and did not decay. Si dismantled the bones of the evil gods and made a huge longbow as a token of worship for their tribe.

The functions and bodies beyond ordinary people make Si's tribe quickly surpass other humans, and this time happens to be the dead moment of Ragnarok, between heaven and earth, gods and ghosts are quiet, providing a hotbed for Si's tribe to flourish.

While people in the tribe continued to die of madness, those who survived to remain normal began to give birth to children with light pupils.

But Si didn't notice this, he put all his mind into how to maximize the cultivation of the power left by the ancient gods, and when he was old and drowsy, he realized that the peers around him seemed to have died very early, and the rest were indeed shallow and almost scary young people.

The light-colored eyes one by one are like the gray pupils of the ancient gods looking at the sky when they were on the verge of death.

It's not his child.

This is not a tribal child.

These young people were unusually rejecting foreign bloodlines, hunting and killing foreign tribes, eating raw captives, worshipping the bones of ancient gods, and singing and dancing around the bloody corpses of foreign captives.

Before his death, Si carefully selected a candidate from the tribe who matched his heart, and gave him his research.

He remembered that his name was a hooligan, and by his side, there was a little doll with eyes that were not so light, extremely upright and beautiful, and naturally loved to laugh. He bit his hand and smiled, stood barefoot in the sand, never liked to participate in the hunt of captives, and his big eyes were clear and harmless.

"He's a mirage."