Yongle Palace, the top of the White Tower.

The Cloud Altar is covered with a thick curtain and wraps around the fan-shaped stone tablets, wrapping the entire top of the tower into a pure white world. The pure white sky, the pure white ground, the pure white altar, the pure white vessels, and even the priest who was prostrate on the edge of the altar were all dressed in plain white sacrificial clothes.

It's as if the world is just a pale piece of paper, and it hasn't had time to paint it out.

The rock altar rises in the center of the curtain, surrounded by huge stone pillars covered with inscriptions, and these silent stone pillars seem to linger between the whispers of the past, telling the indifference of the passage of time.

A stone pillar represents the life of an emperor, and Rosevia has passed away a total of 26 emperors, so there are 26 stone pillars standing here. After the death of each emperor, he would leave his own stone pillar at the top of the Ascension Hall to witness his life as a ruler.

Six one-person-high crystal hourglasses were placed inside the inner altar, and the star sand used for timing inside froze and did not move, as if controlled by some magical power, unable to flow a single bit.

In this bizarre space, it is as if even time has frozen.

Emperor Romulus, also dressed in white sacrificial robes, walked through the curtain of white veils and walked to the center of the altar to stop. His personal attendant, the beautiful eunuch Atalan, rested under the altar and prostrated himself with the priests, her beautiful maiden face full of awe and solemnity.

"Let's go. ”

The Emperor waved his arm slightly, and the sand of stars in the hourglass flowed with it.

The priests held the sacrificial vessels in their hands, and according to the classical rhythm inherited for thousands of years, they meticulously played and swayed, weaving bursts of pleasant clear sounds.

Buzz-buzz-buzz!

Softly, slowly, there were a few faint string sounds in the air that seemed to flapping the wings of a dragon.

“......”

Time passed in this rhythm that ran through thirteen worlds, and Emperor Romulus seemed to be a statue standing in the light, motionless, except for the occasional wind blowing his golden hair, his whole figure seemed to stand still in time.

"Welcome to the Hadith. ”

The priest in a snowy coat and hair raised his hands high, looked up at the sky in a posture of praying for rain, and called on the grace of the spirits with a pious voice.

"Welcome to the Hadith!"

"Welcome to the Hadith!"

The priests straightened their backs, palms facing the sky, solemnly and solemnly chanted the prayers, waiting for the revelation of the spirits.

Since the birth of Yahweh monotheism, the beliefs of the upper and lower classes of Rosevia have been divided, and the people at the bottom believe in God Yahweh because they are ignorant and yearn for an imaginary paradise.

And the upper echelons who hold the power will naturally not be caught in the lies they weave, they only retain the worship of their ancestors, and will express their reverence and thoughts for their ancestors at a specific time every year through family inheritance.

The same goes for the royal family.

The ancient sacrifices of the Agaric royal family, passed down to the present, are not just ceremonies to commemorate the previous emperors. Relying on the imprint of the Eternal Flame, they were even able to use the source power resonance to briefly peek into the past and the future.

Emperor Romulus was eager to use this opportunity to get a glimpse of the future.

The reason why the emperor had thoughts, in addition to the gloom that had always shrouded his heart, was also related to something that happened a few days ago.

......

A few months ago.

In order to inspect the hidden dangers of the empire, Emperor Romulus traveled eastward, ending in the province of Babylon. When crossing the Thebilis River by boat, suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, the torrential rain poured, and the originally calm river surface was swept violently for a while, and the entire fleet was pulled directly to the bottom by the whirlpool.

At this moment, the king snake who accompanied him told the emperor that this ancient river was the place where the Agalic dynasty arose, and that now His Majesty was cruising and the river was stung, and there must be some kind of warning.

Emperor Romulus disagreed, untied the golden seal he carried and threw it into the river, shocking the ancient river with the power of the divine monarch.

After the end of the eastern tour, the emperor returned to Yongle Palace, passing through the garden, because of the heavy rain for several days, the lawn was waterlogged, and he accidentally stepped out of a deep pit. On that day, a meteorite suddenly fell into the sky, and the white rainbow went straight through the Yongle Palace, falling into the footprints of Emperor Romulus, and the fire burned endlessly.

After the guards dug up the meteorite, the stone body separated by itself, and the golden seal thrown by Emperor Romulus into the ancient river was impressive inside. When the emperor learned about this, he was surprised and ordered someone to take the gold seal, wanting to distinguish the truth from the fake himself.

However, when the guard officer who was ordered to fetch the gold seal came back, his face was like ashes, and the whole person trembled, and he never dared to present the gold seal, and in the end he even smashed the gold seal in front of him.

Naturally, the Emperor's loyal guards did not give him this opportunity, and the Imperial Guards quickly detained the attendant, took the golden seal, and handed it over to their lord.

Emperor Romulus took over silently, reprinted it, and his expression changed greatly, and the seal was impressively engraved with an inscription - the Divine Monarch died this year!

The guard officer touched the ground with his head, and he kept pleading guilty in great fear.

The emperor's face was expressionless, he was not angry or guilty, he knew very well in his heart that none of these people around him had the ability to do this.

And those who have the ability to do this, if they really have the heart, will never just do this one thing.

It was because Romulus saw this clearly that he shuddered, and he quickly investigated the favored ministers around him one by one. The suspicion was then directed at any suspected subjects, including the four Elven Lords, who were summoned to the court for questioning.

When the Golden Imperial Book proved that the Fairy Lord had nothing to do with the matter, the emperor felt fear for the first time, who was secretly peeping at him and cursing him?

can still be so secretive and leave no trace of horseshoe......

This curse was like a colorful poisonous python, firmly entangled and strangled the neck of Emperor Romulus, leaving him breathless, making him panic and chestnut, and leaving him at a loss.

The emperor can't wait to know the mastermind who designed this farce, so he wants to take advantage of this twelve-year opportunity to find the little fanatic who dares to provoke Tianwei.

......

The air was filled with the smell of blood and spices, and the bright, blinding sunlight poured down through the curtain as if a huge shock was brewing.

Looking up from the altar of the Ascension Temple, the curtain rose and fell with the wind and clouds, and suddenly slowly swelled, and finally burst into a butterfly-like piece of cloth flying in the sky.

The dark blue sky was surging with wind and clouds, and the air flow clouds seemed to be manipulated by a huge force to rush wildly towards the top of a certain point in the sky, instantly condensing, rotating, and collapsing, revealing a bottomless whirlpool.

The wind and clouds in the canopy of heaven were surging, and the rumbling thunder echoed, and the whirlpool tightened and tightened, disappearing into a dark hole.

“......”

The Emperor stared silently at the sky, his eyes bursting with a light that could see everything, shooting directly into the hollow. In the oppressive silence, a sound suddenly sounded, dull but slight, like the gurgling sound of blood rushing in the veins.

A pale golden light gradually appeared in the hollow, and the light slowly changed from weak to strong. Suddenly, there was a noisy sound, intermittent, as if echoing in the bottomless time and space, indicating a fate that could not be speculated on by oneself.

The sound became clear, and the bird's-eye view of Atlasu gradually emerged in the hollow, from the Celtic in the north, to the frontier of the plateau in the south, to the west surrounded by the ocean, and finally to the boundless Oriental steppe.

The ripples in the cavity rippled like a strong wind, and drops of red blood were rendered from the picture, and finally painted the entire empire around the Mediterranean.

The scene in the gap between time and space is constantly changing, and the camera is condensed from far and near, towards the center of the continent. First it stayed in the atrium, and then in the blink of an eye, it shook to the Gallic plain, then to Tarago, Carthage, Makmuk, ...... A total of seven positions stayed.

Then the camera quickly zooms in, and on both sides of the atrium, there are thousands of acres of the Mediterranean Sea. The sea in front of the darkness is like a huge mirror, reflecting the cold and dazzling blood light, and the wreckage of the sun floats directly in the sea......

"Impossible...... It couldn't be ......."

Emperor Romulus's pupils were swirling with chaotic light, and his expression looked horrified, and his pupils trembled like two stalls of melted gold paint.

"I don't believe it, no one can destroy Rosevia, no one can! I don't believe in fate!!

With the roar of the emperor's halberd, the black space-time fault suddenly flattened with a thunderclap, and in an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth cracked.

"Get out of here!" it's all fake, it's all fake! No one can fool me! Get out!" the Emperor Romulus roared with all his might.

His last roar was magnified countless times in the void, echoing between heaven and earth, like rumbling thunder, as if announcing the end of everything.

In the rolling thunder, the timeline seemed to move forward some distance again, and the blood light that rose into the sky pierced through the scorching sun. The boiling waters extinguished the light of Atlasu, and the Eternal Night Havoc brought the first desperate apocalypse.

The light went out, the darkness rolled upside down, earthworm-like cracks tore apart from the earth, and countless dead broke through the dusty tombs and launched an assault on the world of the living, and the Dusk Cataclysm completely pushed the world into the abyss of destruction.

The dark world is full of rainstorms and winds, mountains and tsunamis, and the sea level eats away at the borders of the earth, turning the atrium into thousands of miles of sea little by little, and countless people are running on the muddy ground, and the great flood at the moment of purification will cover up all the truth.

The River Styx dries up, the source power collapses, and the flame demons that announce the end of the apocalypse will rush into the final refuge, putting an end to all hope.

The Twisted Void encroached on the crumbling world, turning all remaining creatures beyond recognition, and eventually, the flames of judgment fell from the sky, and Atlasu was torn apart and reduced to cosmic dust.

What's going on? What's going on here?!

Romulus was tormented as countless people were devoured by the dead, the atrium turned into a dead zone, and countless houses collapsed and became in ruins. The sea is raging all around, standing upright and rushing towards this devastated land!

"Sunfall...... Whereas...... The earth is divided into ......" voice from the depths of the hollow.

As if it was a dying person, he exhaled his last breath, and the faint warning he issued was calm and creepy.

......

Celtic, the new Doge's Palace.

"It's strange, it was fine just now, but the sky has changed. ”

The black-haired knight sat in the office with a large white lacquer teapot, looked at the suddenly dull sky, muttered a few words suspiciously, and then turned his gaze to a person in front of him who was shrouded in a black cloak:

"I'm sorry, you just said Squidward wanted to see me?"

"Yes. The mystery man nodded, and uttered a viscous, vague sentence.

"Can you tell me who you are, and what do you have to do with Squidward" Yalei peeked into the other's eyes hidden in the cloak, and found that the other's eyebrows were very deformed, and they didn't look like humans at all.

"I am Davy Jones, one of Babur's many sons. ”

The mysterious man simply removed his hood, revealing a viscous and soft head, his entire head resembling a large octopus, with tentacles draped over his shoulders in the form of whiskers, and a large black brimmed hat on his head.

“......”

The moment Aree saw his countenance, he believed that he was the son of Babur, not the ugly thing, and that he could not give birth to such an ugly stranger.

"I know I'm ugly, but I haven't seen a second one like the Marquis-sama who directly shows the thought of 'I'm ugly by you and wants to vomit' on his face. ”

Davy Jones was very calm, and as he spoke, the tentacles on his head swayed very smartly in the wind, dripping with viscous bodily fluids.

"Actually, I don't want to vomit, I've seen more monsters than you, but I'm hungry......" The black-haired knight touched his belly, showing his stomach fluttering and gurgling in front of the other party.

"Why do you get hungry when you see it next......?"

Davy Jones's expression changed drastically, and his tentacles curled up nervously, and at this moment, he thought of the horror of human dinner forks, it is said that some people love to eat live octopuses, this marquis should not ......

"No, no, don't get me wrong, it's just that I'm a person who gets hungry easily. ”

The black-haired knight hurriedly stopped the other party's cranky thoughts, cleared his throat, and said with a straight face: "To get back to the point, I really want to find Squidward, because I have a big business here waiting for him to do it." ”

"My father is of the same mind, and he has a great business at the moment, and wants to work with the Marquis. ”

Although David Jones is ugly, he can see that he is well educated, and he speaks appropriately and very elegantly, and if you ignore the octopus head, he can be said to be a good man with a good demeanor.

"Big business, can you tell us more about it?" Aree pricked up his ears curiously.

"I'll let my father tell you in person. ”

As he spoke, David Jones unbuttoned his jacket pocket, took out a glass jar filled with water, and placed it on the black-haired knight's desk, and in the glass jar was a small octopus floating in it.

“......”

The black-haired knight Mu Ran looked at the glass jar, and there was only one thought in his mind, did it bring the wrong father? )