"Heaven-Damnation-Decision!" Peony announced the name of this brutal battle word by word, and her voice echoed throughout the hall.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the next painting, where the two winged clans faced each other with rough stone scythes, their wings broken from their roots, and the blood flowed on the ground to converge into a river that merged into the abyss. It was an abyss filled with endless broken wings, and you could feel the overwhelming blood across the picture. How many winged clans have died in the past 10,000 years to fill this bottomless abyss under the decision of heaven's damnation?

"The cruelest tradition, the strictest precepts? Bet all your courage and strength to wage the ultimate duel against your unstoppable mortal enemy. He squinted at the mural, his tone was smooth and vicissitudes, as if he had experienced countless defeats and countless resurrections from hell.

"The aggressive gene is deeply imprinted in the soul of the Wing Clan, and without natural predators, we can only turn the sickle blade to our kindred. It was a war that lasted for 10,000 years, with the weak tribes crushed by the powerful and the captured Wings sacrificed to the bloody gods. In this protracted war, the Wing Clan lost their humanity and established an empire with desire as the absolute master. Peony frowned slightly, stroking the wings that had fallen into the abyss on the mural, and his tone was desolate.

"What about the three elected leaders, don't they stop the war?"

"They were banished from the race at the beginning of the war, and the Wing Clan was no different from the humans today, and if they had enough strength, they would try to break free from the shackles that wrapped around them, even if it was to keep them from being consumed by mad desires."

Yan Qingcheng sighed and continued to follow the picture. This time he met familiar humans, who had no wings on their backs and could only walk on their legs; Many of these humans looked up at the Winged Clan in the air, their teeth and claws, and their faces hideous; In the background of the picture is a downpour, and countless lightning bolts pass through the gloomy sky, pressing the crowd below.

"Perhaps it was too much sin for the gods to send down heavenly punishment, and some of the Wing Clan lost their wings at birth. This situation did not receive attention when it first appeared, and the Wing Clan respected the strong, and the weak individuals deserved to be ruthlessly abandoned. But more and more newborns are in the same condition, and they are being raised by trying to find that it is not only the wings that are missing; Weaker limbs, dumber minds, shorter lifespans, these people are completely degraded versions of their ancestors. Peony trembled slightly, she cast her gaze into the air, revealing a look of fear, "In less than a thousand years, the Wing Clan has almost completely degenerated into the current human form, and that kind of powerful and beautiful individual can only gradually wither with the passage of time. ”

Yan Qingcheng nodded, he understood the meaning of this mural, the wing clan in the air should be the leader of the clan who was expelled from the clan early, they were also affected by that special situation, but the impact was not great, and there can still be children with wings in the offspring. Degraded humanity came to the door and poured out its anger on these innocent people, accusing them of not stopping the war; If they had stood up, perhaps the huge race would not have been punished by the gods, and they would still be able to soar in the sky, overlooking the small.

"It's true, it's the same." Yan Qingcheng smacked his lips.

"The monster of the human heart has never been tamed, and the so-called morality has only put a shackle on it that can be broken free at any time." Peony stretched out her hand to grab Yan Qingcheng and dragged him forward quickly, skipping a mural, "The remnants of the leader have re-embraced the race that once abandoned them, and they put down their bodies to mingle with ordinary humans...... Prepare and pass on the bloodline of the Wing Clan. After a few generations, the birth rate of the Wing Race in the human race has stabilized at 1 in 10,000, and we have survived after all. This is the real history, the broken chain of evolution sealed in lies. ”

"Why are you walking so fast? I just have a painting that I haven't seen yet. ”

From here, there is a written record of the origin of human civilization. It's not much different from the historical process you've studied, except that a very small number of Wing Clans are driving its development. Peony ignored Yan Qingcheng's question and pointed to the mural in front of him.

Yan Qingcheng looked back at the place passing by, but Peony took the first step and spread his wings to block his vision.

He looked at the girl's pursed lips, and knew that she was dissatisfied, so he didn't pursue it further.

He looked in the direction of her finger, and the style of painting changed dramatically, and it was no longer an ancient picture that needed to be understood. He scrutinized the paintings in the modern style and found many familiar faces, all famous historical figures, all of whom carried wings.

"As you can see, the well-known writers, artists, thinkers, physicists, mathematicians, and so on are basically wing people. The vast majority of human civilization is propelled by the Winged Race, and we are few in number, but we are stronger, smarter, and longer-lived. The so-called situation creates heroes is a complete fallacy, and the development of human society to this day is due to the contribution of the Wing Clan. Speaking of this, Peony flew into the air and spun around, and his tone was full of pride.

The mural on this wall has come to an end, and along the way, Yan Qingcheng's three views have been hit by a huge blow.

Is the real history like this? Carrying wings is what humans are supposed to be, the ancestors relied on their innate physical gifts to stand at the top of the food chain, the conquest between human races in the uncivilized era was so bloody and violent, and the human beings became what they are today because of sudden degradation, and the vast majority of the characters who went down in history have the identity of the wing tribe. Yan Qingcheng still didn't dare to believe it completely, as if someone told him that there was magic in this world, just say "Storm, earth and fire, answer my call!" "You can cast spells; And for such a person, he will only stay away, and then pity the other party with the expression of looking at a fool.

But the current situation is different, and he has witnessed too many incredible things with the beautiful girls around him. He stroked her wings, soft and smooth, and the real touch could not be faked; He watched her fly through the air, agile and elegant, not something that a solo flight device could do; He followed her through the scrolls of history, ancient and solemn, and only endless years could precipitate this atmosphere.

Yan Qingcheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, constantly calming the surging emotions in his heart.

"If the Wing Clan has existed in this world for so long, why has it disappeared without a trace by now?" He asked the questions that mattered most.

Peony's expression returned to seriousness, she turned her back to Yan Qingcheng, and sighed, "Because of that 'great disaster' a thousand years ago." ”