Chapter 2: Mount Namia

I stood on the bridge and watched the view, and the people watching the view were watching me from upstairs. All the efforts I have made so far, and many more to come, are to ensure that I can benefit from the great battle in the City of the Dead. It would be a tragedy for me to be left to the end of the god who was watching the scenery from upstairs, and I had no checks and balances, so that all my efforts were to make wedding dresses for others.

The powerful checks and balances are still in the dark, and after thinking differently, I realized that these are the result of the fact that I have always been subject to the established factors given by the gods. As Freya said, all logical deductions are based on experience and habits. But experience and habit are the result of the will of the gods, so the preconditions for deduction from the beginning are problematic.

The battle of Ragnarok, the battle between the gods, may be a reference in my short time.

The life-and-death duels between the gods are all ideological antagonisms, and I don't know who the people who participated in the war, but one thing is very certain, and that is Icarus, the creator of a thousand waters, because this is the war waged against him. Perhaps I can take some inspiration from his laws of the world.

The gods are the ones who make the rules, the gods are the ones who enforce the rules, and the other beings can only be the ones who follow the rules. As a high-level oracle of Qianshui, and an authoritative oracle of the Creator, my understanding of the laws of Qianshui is spontaneous and self-aware. However, there are always things in this world that seem to be outside the law, such as the arrival of Guilith Flying.

I didn't think it was necessary to study flying flotsam, but as the project drew nearer, I became more and more worried and had to do it myself. This mission is to investigate how the flying flotsam wanders outside the law, with the aim of further understanding the rules of a thousand waters, and finding clues to cross.

The ancient Mount Namia, the sacred place of the gods in the past, the ruins of today.

Towering trees, cascading branches and leaves, the clouds and mist turned into water and fell into the world. Birds of prey floating in the air, huge wings, and the sun and moon faintly swaying their brilliance to decorate the sky. I shuttled through this primitive land, the call of the wild, the howling of the wind, and the intoxicating fragrance, which made people linger in the natural style.

Ahead is the collapsed ancient palace, the vicissitudes of time, the ruthless time, still can not deprive it of its former glory. In the center of the temple is a huge pit left here by the Warclans during the last war, and in the center of the pit stands the altar of the Protoss.

Mount Narnia was attacked by the energy released by the fission of atomic nuclei, and thousands of years later it is still filled with radiation. Elemental radiation is extremely harmful to pure energy bodies, and if it weren't for the new flesh that Xia Lin'er traded not long ago, it would be unimaginable to come here to investigate.

The altar of the Protoss is very huge, as recorded in the history books, a total of 28 Divine Pillars have been set up in all directions according to the Heavenly Star Field, and the center of the Divine Pillar is the eternal Holy Light, also known as the Light of Dawn. The tongues of fire spewed out by the raging flames shine brighter on this country that never sleeps.

At this time, I was holding a thick notebook, recording all the information I found about this place, and wandering around the light of dawn. The ritual texts of the Protoss record the process of that summoning, and clearly state the need for the blood of the gods to open the gates of heaven and earth and the path to eternal life.

It's just that I borrowed the blood of the gods from Freya, but where are the sacrificial runes recorded in the book? I looked at the glorious stone pillars and the flat ground, and tried countless available protoss spells, but there was no response. Is it because I have fallen into the underworld, and there is a flaw in my divine power, and I can't activate the summoning? This is impossible, because in addition to being the king of Hades, I am also the patron saint of the third world, and if my divine power is flawed, then whose divine power will be pure.

It is normal for such accidents to occur during the execution of tasks, and it is normal to not know what to do for a while. I sat quietly at the top of the pillar, looking down at the panoramic view of the altar, hoping to get some inspiration from the overall layout of the altar.

A bird of prey roared in the sky, seemed to take me as a prey, and grabbed me. I didn't bother to ink with it, so I casually cut it into two pieces with a sword aura. Blood spilled in the air, and the front half of the giant eagle hung on the stone pillar, and the back half of its body fell in the center of the altar. Scarlet blood soaked the smooth stone pillars and smooth stone slabs, flowing like a stream.

Red rhyme slowly rose in the altar, and through the blood-colored clouds, I saw that the blood-soaked stone pillars and floors were revealing slender lines, constantly devouring the blood of the giant eagle, and it didn't take long for even the corpse to become blurred, and gradually disappear as if nothing had happened.

The corrosive power of chaos?No wonder in the history of the Protoss, such a powerful altar, they actually only used it once, it turned out that it was involved in the night.

A huge demonic shadow rose up behind me, and in the blink of an eye, it went straight into the sky, looking at the world and the mountains. Huge claws swept across Mount Namia, sweeping away all the flesh and blood creatures in its path. They were thrown in the direction of the altar, and I shattered their flesh with my furious divine power, and in the blink of an eye a bloody rain fell from heaven and earth.

The altar fed by abundant blood, the stone pillars, the floor, and the torch all shone with bright runic light, and even the eternal holy glow was extremely dazzling. Basking in the rain of blood, I spread out my notebook and chanted ancient incantations. It didn't take long for the blood-filled altar to reveal a crimson passage, and a constant flow of living breath poured into it.

Isn't this a summoning circle, how does it seem to open a passage to another world? I don't know why, I frowned, I don't know if I want to enter it.

The Gate of Heaven and Earth, the path to eternal life, refers to the world ahead like the immortal realm Sefino, forever without the care of death? In any case, the spell used by the Protoss to summon flying flocculent in the past was by no means the incantation recorded in their sacrificial texts, but as I have studied magic in depth, I can still deduce that this incantation must be a forbidden spell.

Let's take a look, maybe there will be an unexpected gain, if you really encounter any danger that you can't help, it's a big deal to pray loudly to Lin Xinyue, anyway, she didn't swear to me that before my plan ends smoothly, no matter what danger I encounter, as long as I shout, she will appear immediately and save me.

The blood rain has been raining non-stop, measured by the time of the human race, it should have been three days and three nights. On these sunny days, I decided to step into this unknown path and hope for a glimmer of victory for my possible outcome.

This is the way this world is, if you are on the verge of desperation and you don't do anything, then who else can you let die if you don't die.