The figures of Treya and the Netherworld vanished behind the stone door. The hallway returned to a silent dead silence.

The white-robed messenger stood in the darkness with his head bowed, waiting like an inanimate sculpture, until he heard a regular sound of footsteps in the depths of the corridor, he raised his head slightly, his eyes hidden in the darkness reflected the light of the blue flames, and he looked at the three people walking in the corridor, with a trace of unnatural expression on his face.

The sound of empty footsteps actually came from only two of the three people.

One of them walked gracefully and restrainedly, his boots trimmed with metal trim on the soles of his feet, and when they hit the hard stone floor, they only made a slight sound, and his footsteps were almost exactly the same, and the volume of his voice sounded unchanged, like a chronometric instrument that sounded at a fixed frequency. From this point of view, his character should be very rational and restrained.

And the footsteps of the other person are very clear, and even a little presumptuous. His pace was noticeably much faster, and there was a sharp momentum in his footsteps. The sound of boots hitting the ground, like a clear war drum, is imbued with a youthful and uninhibited power.

The man in the middle walked steadily, but lightly, his silver-trimmed boots as if stepping on a cloud, without making a sound.

The white-robed messenger leaned his stiff body forward slightly, his eyes lowered, and he bowed: "You are here, once the king, Gilgamesh." His voice was still low, but he could hear a faint fear in his cold tone, "Please wait a moment, I will lift the seal on this water surface for you, this water area has been arranged by the silver priest with soul power to set up a powerful defense system......"

"No need!" The white-robed messenger's voice was interrupted by the young man who walked with momentum, he raised his hand and waved, and the walls on both sides suddenly burst out with a series of loud sounds, and the hard ancient stone wall was one meter above the water surface, neatly rushing out of square stone pillars, and inserting them into the opposite wall with great force, and in an instant, a bridge composed of countless stone pillars was erected on the water surface. The pitch-black water below did not move, and the tumbling glow still lurked underwater.

"Galanz, you're too messy, you just learned to use the earth element not long ago, what if you don't control it properly and collapse?" the young man walking on the left scolded in a low voice. There was a sense of steadiness and restraint in his voice.

"Donghyuk, can you not be so serious every day? Because I have just learned the earth element, shouldn't I be allowed to practice more?And what's there to worry about, the prince is still here, even if I collapse the roof, he will raise his finger, won't it be restored in an instant?" Granz raised his dark and sharp eyebrows, the corners of his mouth crooked to reveal a small inch of white teeth, and pulled the arm of the man in the middle with a wicked smile, "You say yes, the prince." ”

"You better stop making trouble, I can remedy it somewhere else......" Gilgamesh looked at the grinning boy in front of him, with a wry smile on his face that was obviously spoiled, "If you ruin this place, I won't be able to recover from it." ”

As the three of them spoke, they walked over the stone pillars above the water, and the messenger at the end of the corridor looked at the three of them with infinite surprise. Although he had heard of Gilgamesh's prestige before, and many people even said that he was the king with the highest peak soul power in the history of Aslan, but when he saw it with his own eyes at this moment, the shock was indescribable. On his elegant and understated robes, there seemed to be a hazy halo swimming on it, making him look like a god descending from the sky, and the three of them walked slowly in the air, their aristocratic faces shrouded in awe-inspiring light.

"Please enter this stone chamber on the left, the Silver Priest has a mission. The messenger bowed his head, pointed in the direction of the left, and said no more. He suppressed the fear in his heart, and couldn't believe that the princes and apostles of the Water Source Aslan Empire could freely use the earth elements that belonged to the most mysterious country in the south, the Earth Source Els Empire. Moreover, from their conversation, it can be known that this young apostle who built a row of stone stairs out of thin air turned out to be "not long after learning to use the earth element", the white-clothed messenger secretly raised his head and looked at the neat and straight row of stone pillars in front of him, without precise soul control, it is impossible to achieve the same thickness and size of each stone pillar, the same horizontal and vertical.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It turned out that this was the legendary unfathomable once king and his apostles.

Gilgamesh smiled faintly at him as he walked past him, his long golden hair like a waterfall of flowing gold, releasing the faint scent of royal oak.

The backs of the three disappeared at the end of the hallway, and the heavy stone door slowly opened and then closed.

The silver messenger secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

The room was huge. The light is dim.

There are no furnishings in the whole room, and there are no patterns on the four walls. The dome rises high and converges upwards to form a spire. On either side of the room were rows of flickering blue flames, emitting an eerie light. The shadows of Treya and the Netherworld rubbed on the cold, damp ground, looking like two thin ghosts.

Nether and Treya stood in the center of the room, silent on each other, the white storm rolling in Treya's eyes unstoppable, but with her outstanding soul perception talent, she couldn't judge the situation around her. Since he began to walk down from the heart hall, the deeper he went, the stronger the soul power surged, and at this moment, standing in the center of this priest's room, the surrounding soul power seemed to have completely disappeared, and everything was a little still and terrifying, as if he was in the eye of a violent storm, and he could even hear the silent string sound in his ears.

There was a soft buzzing sound in the air, and the crystal wall that was facing them suddenly glowed blue, and the ghost narrowed his eyes and saw a vague and glowing figure in the crystal wall.

He and Treya both knelt down and bowed their heads.

"I called you here this time because there is a new task that you need to complete. The figure in the crystal gradually became clear. Noble and intricate costumes, battle armor and delicate crowns, god-like delicate countenances—silver priests who sleep in crystals forever.

Therea raised her head with a look of awe on her face: "I'm ready to serve you." ”

"You should know who you two are, right?" The silver priest's voice sounded distant and muddy in the depths of the crystal, but there was a sharp and irresistible sense of sacredness, like the whisper of a god hanging down from the sky.

"We are eroders. Therea looked down and replied in a whisper.

"You were once eroders. The Silver Priest's eyes were still closed, and there was no expression on his face, like a sleeping god frozen in amber, "And now, a new generation of Eroders has been born, and your task is to go to the places you once knew well, meet them, and make them your apostles." ”

"Why...... When we were 'born', we also walked out of that cave on our own, and there was no prince to greet us and make us his apostles?" Treya asked suspiciously, looking at the silver priest in the crystal.

"Because unlike you, you came out of the 'Bloody Cave' with complete and clear memories, you remember everything, you know all the origins, you know the cause and effect before and after, and you know the mission that you have on your shoulders. But starting with this generation of eroders, none of them have memories of the past, and from the moment they step out of the Bloody Cavern, their memories will be extracted and erased. Therefore, it is up to you to pick them up and lead them as kings to familiarize themselves with this world of soul arts. Wait until the right time to tell them who they really are and what they really call. ”

"What is the right time?" said the Netherworld, his deep voice sounding like a rugged metal, echoing clearly in the enclosed stone chamber.

"We make our own decisions. ”

Treya looked up, and she saw clearly that the figure in the crystal was the priestess among the three priests. Her long eyelashes hung like soft white feathers on her closed eyelids, and her face hung down, shrouded in a layer of noble silence. Two of her four arms were slightly spread out at her sides, as if they were a gentle and compassionate embrace of the world, while the other two arms were folded on her abdomen, with the tips of their palms pointing down, and Treya did not quite understand the meaning of this gesture.

Looking at the silver priest who was sleeping with his eyes closed like solidified amber in the crystal, Treya cautiously asked, "Why wash away their memories? Wouldn't they lose their meaning as eroders? Or do the eroders of their generation no longer need to shoulder the mission of 'killing' that once belonged to us?"

"Treya, as a lord, you should understand that your mission is to carry out every mission that comes from us, not to keep asking 'why', and any information that needs to be made known to you will be communicated to you before you carry out the mission. Set out and welcome the new Eroders and make them your apostles. ”

The light in the stone chamber dimmed instantly. The crystal walls, which had just shimmered like the blue seabed, suddenly became dark and cloudy, like a bottomless well.

Treya still kept her head down in thought, and she didn't come to her senses until Nether's strong hand gently grasped her forearm.

She looked into the Nether.

For the first time, the Nether saw fear and silence in Treya's eyes. In the past, she was charming and arrogant, even in the face of the former prince Qila, she did not show the slightest timidity and retreat, the kind of cold charm of seeing God and killing God, meeting Buddha and killing Buddha has disappeared in her eyes, and at this moment her eyes are dark and warm, flashing with trembling broken light.

In the dim light, three tall men in noble robes stood in the center of the stone room. They all stood silently, except for the occasional shift of Galanz's weight from his left foot to his right foot and from his right foot to his left foot, like a restless naughty boy.

Gilgamesh and Donghyuk hung their hands and looked silently at the crystal wall in front of them. The corner of the naughty Galanz's eyes secretly glanced at Gilgamesh's handsome side face, his lowered eyelids covered his eyes, Galanz couldn't detect his eyes, so he was also infected by the silence that permeated in front of him, and the solemn and ceremonial atmosphere in front of him made him put his legs together, stand obediently, and dare not make a mistake.

"Hum-" a string sound, the blue light in the stone room exploded, the stone wall in front of it suddenly transformed into a sparkling blue sea, the entire huge crystal emitted a clear light, the three people knelt down respectfully, and a figure emerged from the blue light. His countenance was like that of a god, his eyebrows were raised high, his eye sockets were deep, and a delicate crown of silver was locked on his forehead, and his eyes were lowered so that he could not see his eyes.

Galanz suddenly felt that the demeanor of the silver priest looked a little similar to that of his own lord. He felt a little proud in his heart, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Gilgamesh, and the two apostles of the earth and the sea, have summoned you this time to tell you that the suitable candidate for the apostle of heaven has appeared, and that you should go as soon as possible and bring it back to the heart for sealing. ”

"Yes, Silver Priest. Where is the place where the apostle appeared?" asked Gilgamesh, bowing his head, politely but calmly.

"The eastern border city, [Brown Town], his name is Silver Dust, and he is a seventeen-year-old boy. The silver priest in the crystal, his voice was muffled and deep. (To be continued.) )