When Solomon heard Gilgamesh's words, he was angry, then calmed down, and finally began his inner struggle:

What am I looking for in this life?Trying to survive in this terrible world with my friends?Restore the empire to its former glory?Guardian knight of the goddess?Guardian of the Guardian's tools to dominate the earth?

No, it's neither. All I want in my life is to be recognized by others. Whether it is a companion or a subordinate, an enemy or an enemy, or a goddess or a guardian, their recognition is the only driving force in the depths of my soul.

Wait, if it's just recognition, it's not enough. What else is there?

Oh, I see, in fact, my wish has always been very simple, I just want to know, who am I, where are my roots?

Ah, Noah-sama, I get that. No wonder no matter what I've done over the years, I still feel a little restless, and my soul seems to have nowhere to put it.

It turns out that I have always been an Atlantean, a prodigal son who was homeless and adrift after the sinking of that island, a child in your mouth!

Hehe, it's time to go home and meet your family......

Solomon, who had strengthened his faith and repositioned himself in the direction of his life, spoke again: "I'm sorry, Commander of the East, please allow me to retract my previous words. I want to meet them, there are some things that can only be answered in them. ”

Dongfang Chen looked at Solomon's eyes for a long time, and then said: "After the logistics are in place, Ida will return with the team and go directly to the Seven Stars Temple to report the beginning and end of this incident to the Four Saints in detail.

Solomon, Gilga, let's go back to the fragments.

Your Excellency Gilga, where are we going first?"

Gilgamesh thought for a moment and then said, "North Atlantic, go find Hyrule first."

This damn beast has killed the lord and seized the treasure, and his crime should be punished, and I will peel off its skin with my own hands!"

Solomon sneered: "Hehe, with your reputation as a hero king, why wait until now to deal with a bumping beast?

It wouldn't have been the leader of the God Butcher Regiment who had joined in to say this, would he?"

Gilgamesh was not angry when he heard Solomon's taunt, and said lightly: "At that time, I was wandering in the world, and I was trying my best to eliminate the erosion of my mind by the six cones.

Wouldn't it be foolish to have to save oneself when you have no time to take care of yourself? Do you think that everyone will succumb to lust as casually as you do?"

Solomon was killed by the other party when he couldn't succeed in sarcasm, and was about to have a seizure, when he heard Dongfang Chen shouting: "Shut up for me!"

Lao Tzu led the team, and the first thing was unity. No matter how narcissistic and conceited you are, you can't look down on your teammates, and you dig out your heart to dislike your peers, and you will swallow these problems back into your stomach. When the task is completed, the team is disbanded, and you will come back to compare, and it will have nothing to do with Lao Tzu at that time.

But now, whoever is still chirping and making trouble for no reason will let the master go back from where he came from!

Did you hear it all?"

The two heroic kings who had been famous for thousands of years stopped chatting and lowered their heads at the same time.

Dongfang Chen's face changed, and he grinned again: "Isn't this enough? How big is it, as for holding grudges until now? Isn't it good to be happy every day? They are all handsome men, is it interesting to have a straight face all day long? Can you bear to make a beautiful woman like Ida sad? Look, all of them have wrinkles on their faces.

Come on, give the master a smile. ”

......

On the plane to the North Atlantic, Dongfang Chen was busy with one phone call after another, Solomon was alone in the corner reading peacefully, and Gilgamesh held his head in his hands and leaned back on the sofa to close his eyes.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly heard the voice of the navigator on the radio: "Inform everyone, that we have arrived over the predetermined sea area." Request next step instructions. ”

Dongfang Chen said on the walkie-talkie: "Open the hatch, after we go out, you return to the nearest base and stand by, waiting for my next instructive action." ”

After a while, the door of the plane opened, Dongfang Chen and the other three people rushed out and flew to the sea, the plane changed course, and after a while, it turned into a small black dot and disappeared at the end of the sky.

Above the sea, the three of them stood suspended in the air, Dongfang Chen scratched his head: "The sea is so big, how to find this?"

Gilga pointed to his neck, "The cone-six will find it." ”

In the face of underwater operations, Dongfang Chen was of course satisfied, because he had now completely become an American Solar, and if he used the Seagod Transformation again, the sea would be his real home field. But Solomon was different, and the sea would severely weaken his already modest abilities.

Seeing that Dongfang Chen began to operate the combat uniform and do some warm-up exercises to prepare for going to the sea, Gilga hurriedly said: "Dongfang Regiment Commander, you don't need us to run away in person, let's come." ”

With that, he pulled out a conch-like object from his back waist, the size of a child's fist, and put it to his mouth and blew it, but no sound came out.

But because of his race, Dongfang Chen's ears could receive a very wide range of sound wave frequencies, and he heard Gilga make an unusually low and gentle whining sound when he blew the conch. After scanning and calculating the combat uniform, a complete wavelength of this sound has reached more than 300 kilometers, and even if it is transmitted throughout the entire North Atlantic waters, it will take less than a few minutes.

Solomon looked at Gilgamesh's posture of stepping on the waves, leaning his waist and blowing the conch, as if to evoke some memories of him, and he did not realize that he was obsessed with his eyes.

When Gilga finished blowing the conch, Dongfang Chen asked in surprise: "Lord Gilga, what ...... were you just now?"

Gilga explained: "Oh, Your Excellency, in my hometown, people with a little background and ability will tame spirit pets.

We are sons and daughters of the sea, and most domesticated things naturally come from the sea.

Just now, I was just calling for an old friend, so please wait here. If it's nearby, it'll come soon, and if it's in another ocean, it'll be there in three to five days. ”

Dongfang Chen muttered in his heart, and said in his heart, how can it be possible to arrive in three or five days in other oceans?

But people have already blown conch, so it's not good to say anything more, just waiting to see the demeanor of Gilga's spiritual pet.

During the time he waited, Solomon had nothing to do, often staring at the sea level in the direction of the Great Western Continent in the past. Dongfang Chen and Gilgamesh had a hot fight, because the most beautiful hero king in history was telling the most fanatical fans of Atlantis in history countless untold stories of that legendary country.

Although Gilgamesh is a new generation of the four great families, he did live on that island, and lived through the final glory and destruction of Atlantis.

From his mouth, Dongfang Chen finally heard the true, flesh-and-blood stories, not those cold epics full of fatalism and a sense of mission. He learned from Gilgamesh how the lowest people of the kingdom lived their lives, whether they were farmers, fishermen, merchants, officials, or pioneers sent abroad.

The kingdom of the gods, the carefree glory, the things that have been heard in the past are all illusions, and no one can live a life without hardship, and no one can die peacefully without any concern in his heart. Even the high-ranking pseudo-god guardians, the four families who sacrifice themselves for righteousness, and the heroic kings who have experienced the glitz of the world have to bear the chains of fate and move forward with difficulty. Although these people have a lifespan far beyond the average person, they have to bear the responsibilities that have accumulated over the years.

In the end, Gilgamesh sighed softly: "Oh, I really envy those ordinary beings!"

Of course, the two of them not only chatted and sighed, but also did a serious thing: teaching Dongfang Morning Sun Jinwen.

Gilgamesh even took out his private collection of two Tias family inheritance texts, all written by the Sun Gold Script, to Dongfang Chen with great interest: the Sun Holy Book and the Black Book of the Dead, so that he could quickly become familiar with the Sun Gold Script.

After fully grasping the Sun Golden Inscription, Dongfang Chen called up the image of Moses' manuscript to see. After two glances, he lost interest, and the story was about Moses' encounter with the Pure Land exiles who asked for a twisted Rubik's Cube, and the praise of those who were willing to help him in times of need.

Because Moses was well aware of the power of the Pure Land exiles, in order to protect his people, he encrypted the contents of the records with solar gold script. These manuscripts are incomprehensible to ordinary people, and only people from the four major families of the Pure Land Exiles will understand. If the people of the tribe under his guardianship were to suffer a catastrophe one day, the manuscript would have been circulated, and the people of the four great families who saw the golden text of the sun would have understood Moses' intentions and would probably come to the rescue of the Jews again.

Dongfang Chenxin said Prophet, Prophet, you really thought too much this time. The Pure Land exiles lent you the twisted Rubik's Cube with the intention of seeing if the Hebrews could be used by me, but you didn't listen to anyone but God, and you didn't want to return the artifact, so you invited the foreign tribes to ravage you in turn. All these eight achievements were instructed by the exiles of the Pure Land, and you still think that they will take care of you for the sake of the Sun Jinwen, and those crazy people can even sacrifice their own people at will, let alone you?

When Dongfang Chen was still a historian, he never understood a question. In the past few thousand years of human love and killing, the similarities and differences between ethnicities and religions are only the appearance, and what really drives all this is survival and interests.

Let's take a look at the ancient Hebrews who would not leave God's Promised Land until they died: Canaan. It was not a place of abundance of water and plants, nor a land of abundant products, but at first it was only a desolate sandy hill. Why, then, do the Jews always incur hatred for no reason here, no matter what size or form of state they build?

And now, after thoroughly understanding the way the Pure Land exiles behaved, he finally found the answer to the question he had in his youth. Not counting the fact that the Jews lost their land and wandered the world, just look at the power of the countries around them during the kingdom: Carthage was founded by the remnants of Atlantis, Sumer, ancient Egypt, Elam, Babylon, Assyria, Persia, ancient Greece, ancient Rome, which of these national regimes did not have the shadow of the Pure Land exiles behind them?

It's really funny that the Pure Land exiles are intent on torturing and suppressing the Jews, while Solomon and the A3 organization, who are working against the Pure Land exiles everywhere, have been protecting this troubled people for thousands of years. Even the so-called new human beings, most of whom were born Jews, show that Solomon was determined to disgust his predecessors.

Thinking that the Pure Land exiles had used the world map as their own sand table for thousands of years, and at the mercy of all kinds of chess pieces on it, Dongfang Chen felt bad in his heart, fortunately, ancient China, which was far away in the East at that time, his motherland, was not deeply penetrated by those shadow claws.

But after thinking about it, the two most offensive and lethal of the nine fragments of light just ended up in the ancient China region, and his heart hung again. Where the fragments of light are, the eyes of the Pure Land exiles are focused, this is the conditioned reflex they have cultivated more than 10,000 years ago, and it is also the meaning of their existence.

How will Feng Taihao and Feng Wei, who were sent there by the Pure Land exiles, affect the history of ancient China?