Viku Continent, Morning and Dusk Yongding Palace.

"Asa, I'm here, this is your wall of prophecy, isn't it?What do you want me to see?" His Majesty Rose stood in front of a wall as white as jade, and asked with some doubts:

The large studio seemed empty, and the voice of His Majesty Lanrose echoed in the room, but the man standing beside him did not answer, but stood in front of the wall with a paintbrush in his hand, closed his eyes and groaned, as if he was brewing.

This man is not tall, his hair is scattered, and he looks slightly fat from his back, but the aura he exudes is extremely special, like a rock that has been passed down from time immemorial, precipitating the antiquity and desolation of the years.

Amazingly, this one is one of the former thirteen giants, the legendary king, the bloodline inheritance of Augustus, known as the living historical record, His Majesty Asa-Augustus.

His Majesty Asa finally moved, and the paintbrush in his hand was empty, as if it was in a dye, and the pen walked away from the dragon and snake, and actually sat up and painted on the white jade.

He didn't deliberately distinguish the colors, but the pen was naturally colorful, and his painting method was also extremely concise, just a few strokes to outline a silhouette, and then fill, just five or six minutes, the jade bi revealed a festival upward, a total of nine layers of altar.

Even if it is only a painting, when the altar is formed, there is only one taste that transcends time and space, and the eternal taste of time spreads in the room.

"Is this, this is the altar of Augustus?" Even His Majesty, who was as calm as Lan Rose, was completely attracted, his eyes bloomed, staring closely at the altar in the painting, feeling the diffuse breath, and there seemed to be a leisurely fascination in his expression, but also an irrepressible excitement.

After a few more minutes, His Majesty finally stopped, the brush fell from under his hand, and he himself sat on the ground, gasping for air.

Looking at the jade again, it has already changed its appearance, except for the dark and dreaded altar, there are more blood stains, and the smoke around the altar is like a demonic smoke.

This is...... The blood-stained Altar of Augustus?!

With the strength of His Majesty's legendary throne, after completing this painting, he was already tired and pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his fat face.

"What the hell is going on?" His Majesty Ranrose had regained his composure, and only his clenched fists could show his excitement.

After a long pause, His Majesty Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly got up, and said: "A few days ago, I felt the breath of the Augustan altar, you know, as a descendant of Augustus, I can go to the realm of legends, and naturally I will have some kind of sense of what this ancestor left behind.

Although in perception, the altar should be far away in the void, I can be sure that it must be the breath of the Augustan altar, and I feel that this matter should be told to you. ”

"You don't want to be with me, or do you want to hide it from me?!" His Majesty Lan Rose grinned, as if he was in a good mood, and after making a joke, he said: "This is the Augustan Altar, which can contact the Augustan ancestors who are wandering in the endless universe in the underworld.

Even if those old ancestors are unwilling to return, just using the altar to summon their power to descend is enough to make all the kings jealous!"

"But in fact, I don't want to tell you that I always have a bad feeling?" The hesitation in His Majesty's words was obvious:

"Is it because this Augustan altar is stained with blood?" His Majesty Ranrose looked at the painting on the jade bi again:

"Yes. You know, I've been called a living historian, but if I read more history, I will naturally get some laws, and I can also have a little more predictive ability about the future.

Of course, fate is the most gratuitous, the future is always changing, my prophecy can only see the broadest tributaries of the long river of time, as for the specific, that can only be determined when the future becomes the past. His Majesty Asa spoke heavily, and after a slight silence, he added: "This painting represents the uneasiness in my heart.

The Augustan Altar should be real, but the blood that surrounds the Augustan Altar is also true, and I always feel that there is a big conspiracy here, and we had better ...... Ignore it. ”

His Majesty Asa explained the situation and expressed his uneasiness, and finally gave his own advice, while His Majesty Ranrose frowned even tighter, and his four snow-white eyebrows were almost twisted.

"But after all, this is the Augustan altar, even if it is not to mention the power it represents, it is more of a symbol, a kind of inheritance, a kind of orthodoxy.

With it, whether it is given to the Atlantic continent, any of the three Augustan bloodlines will have the confidence to truly erect the banner of the Augustan family and dominate the entire Atlantic continent.

Even, the reforged belonging to the eternal guardian of Atlantis, the Augustus clan, is also reasonable. ”

After a slight pause, he said slowly: "This weight cannot be ignored by me." If not, I'll go out for a walk myself, you should be assured of my strength. ”

His Majesty Asa smiled bitterly: "I don't deny your strength, but how do you know that your decision, or even your strength, is not a link in fate?"

"Alright, that's it!" His Majesty Ranrose waved his hand, he didn't want to argue anymore, but said, "Asa, follow your feelings, give me a map of the starry sky, on the side of the High Council, I will make arrangements, and then, I will leave under the pretext of retreat."

You know, I just know it. ”

"......" His Majesty Asa was silent for a while before he reluctantly said, "Okay!"

Seeing that Asa agreed, His Majesty Lanrose softened his tone and said, "Asa, you know what I want to do, so I won't let go of any opportunity for that goal."

If you believe me, help me take care of the Supreme Council, and if I really fall into a conspiracy, I need you to help me take on this responsibility. ”

His Majesty Asa finally raised his head, and he looked at His Majesty Ranrose, staring into his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time, as if they wanted to see the opposite heart through the window of the soul.

In the end, His Majesty Asa nodded solemnly: "Okay, if something happens to you, I will definitely help you look good on the Viku Continent, and I will definitely make the people who designed to frame you pay the price, even if it is for this, throw down my old bones." ”

"This is my good brother!"

Lan Rose laughed and patted the other man on the shoulder, turned around, and walked out.

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In the next few days, His Majesty Lan Rose really made arrangements to delegate power and assign tasks to various leaders, and he spread the news that he had gained from the last war, so he needed to retreat and digest.

At the same time, the ninth layer of hell.

"Is it finally started? Now it's time for me to act!" Ashmodeus, Lord of Hell, laughed as he crumpled the scroll in his hand into powder.

At the same time, as if receiving an order, the Devil Legion began to launch a more violent assault on the Abyss, once capturing most of the second layer of the Abyss, but as several Abyss Lords mobilized their forces to start a counteroffensive, the battlefield fell into anxiety again.

However, no one knew that this was just a delaying ploy by Bato Hell, who had to convince everyone, including the demons, that Hell had thrown its main forces into a bloody battle.

But in fact, excluding the Eight Demon Generals of Hell who sat on the front line, the other Hell Lords, and the Devil Lord all received orders from the Lord of Hell to secretly go to the Nine Layers of Hell, and left there and disappeared into the depths of the plane.