In a flash of thought, Donner immediately rejected the connection request from these global service providers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA few stars suddenly dimmed again.

He had stolen the port, and he had too many secrets to listen to the cat's advice and rely on selling personality data to get services.

Donner was tempted to catch up and ask if there was any other way to make himself less conspicuous, but the cat was walking right into the fog - the black and white body was a little unnatural when it touched the clouds, like the mosaic spots that are common in stuttering on the game screen.

Immediately afterwards, a dull sound of footsteps came from the fog, and Donner, secretly shocked, withdrew from the alley of the Coenas Observer, and returned to the cliff where he had just been.

"Image ......" He minimizes his thoughts, does not observe the feet and the starry sky, and puts all his thoughts on how to construct his own network representation.

The data throughput caused by observation and reflection has dropped suddenly, and the cliff has gradually stabilized, and it no longer looks like it will collapse at any time. In fact, when Donner was not entangled in his surroundings, this rocky cliff protruding from the dark void gradually faded into the darkness.

An image of a magician wearing a black peaked hat appeared in Donner's mind, and as he imagined, countless invisible streams of data spread out from the port he was in.

Through the cache nodes scattered in the endless void, one after another incomprehensible agreements are signed, starting with the handshake of the underlying data chain, to the complex analog signal matching, the image of a thin and gloomy magician gradually changes from blurry to clear, like an honest holographic projector in focus.

Donner was so engrossed in the process that he was barely aware of the howling wind around him - it often took tens of minutes for ordinary people to initialize their avatars, and it took him less than a second with the help of Azure Douqi, and the resulting data flow nearly overwhelmed the stolen network port.

In the blink of an eye, the fully matched data between the Demon Duke image from the bubble series and the reflected signal from Donner's brainwaves was constructed and stored in a distributed stack with massive bandwidth - from now on, Downer would appear as the Demon Duke wherever he appeared on the intercontinental network.

Donner looked up at the starry sky, and this time instead of going to the Coenas Observer, he narrowed it down through layers of searching, and chose the Caios Public Library, which he cared more about the history of the past hundred years than the recent news.

Unlike the gloomy and obscure style of the Coenas Observer, the Caios Public Library is a sun-drenched lawn with a common denominator that is still surrounded by a thick fog, but the fog dissipates a little faster, presumably because of the simplicity of the environment.

Donner casually found a backlit wooden bench and sat down, and a middle-aged woman with intellectual beauty in appearance, figure and dress walked out of the fog, smiled at Donner, and said, "Honorable ...... Mr. Magician, would you like to browse around, or would you like me to help you?"

The woman's speech was very slow, not like a normal person speaking, and Donner thought to himself that this was probably an NPC, so he ordered, "I want to find some history books, about the Faimon continent." ”

The woman still said at a very slow pace, "Can you speak a little slower?"

Donner was slightly stunned, only then did he realize that his azure fighting spirit had always been active, he gathered his fighting spirit, and repeated it again: "The history book, about the Fermont Continent, started from the first year of the new calendar, to the present. ”

"Yes...... I'll prepare ...... for you now" The woman barely paused, juggling a hardcover book about the size of a bright codex (much thinner than the codex), handed it to Donner, and then nodded slightly and insisted, "Then I won't bother you......" turned and disappeared into the gradually dispersing mist.

Flipping the cover, the title page of the book is covered by a dense catalog index, and then these index characters are quickly deconstructed and reorganized into the chronological order that Donner envisioned.

Donner sighed for a moment, thinking to himself that compared to the howling mountains and the furious waves, the book in front of him could be regarded as a wonderful enough magic - even if he knew that this book, like the sun, the grass, the bench, and the smiling woman in front of him, was all a virtual image in his mind, and it did not exist.

Downer turns to the first page of the text, and there is an index of events in the first year of the new calendar, in order of importance.

The Shining Charter, the Om Machine prototype, the election to the House of Elders, and Chancellor Merkel Buck receiving the golden poppy scepter from the Empress......

Donner curried through the events, which were more detailed than he knew as an eyewitness, but somewhat different from his memories - obviously deliberately embellished, such as the fact that there were a few more drafters of the Glorious Charter, the appearance of the prototype of the Om Machine became more dramatic, the noisy election of the House of Elders was described in an orderly and solemn manner, and the color illustration entitled "The Empress Gives Up the Scepter" showed Merkel too old, the Empress too young, and so on.

None of that is the Downer's primary concern.

He hurriedly flipped back, almost stacking the pages one by one, but the thickness of the remaining pages remained unchanged.

Donner, accustomed to the strangeness of the online world, was completely undisturbed by this anomaly, and continued to flip through until the page reads May 2, 4th year of the new calendar, the Battle of the Holy Fall......

Reading fragments of the war and its impact on future generations through the brushstrokes of historians, Donner has a sense of distortion of time and space.

The battle that took place outside the city of Coenas was only a few days ago for him, and the book's description of how it would affect the world in terms of politics, culture, economy, and so on is like a bold and imaginative prophecy.

It's just a delusion on the part of Donner, and the imaginative part of these descriptions is pitiful, because the narrator simply stands hundreds of years in time to revisit that battle.

On the morning of May 2, the 4th year of the new calendar, the Holy Lord Venne fell, and the battle of the destruction of the world was briefly suspended, and four days later, on May 6, the Royal Knights of Femmont, who had completely annihilated the enemy army, surrounded by Empress Lucia in a white wedding dress, and the ice coffin of the Holy Lord appeared in the royal square at the same time.

Opposite the empress, a million Coenas people, an army of thirty dwarves, issued a national mobilization order.

At the end of May, the Holy Apostle Wesley Berg led an army from the sky to the Knight Continent, and for a whole month, the western part of the Knight Continent seemed to be the end of the world.

In July of that year, Gernada, the son of the dwarven king, led an army of 700,000 dwarves to wipe out the dying half of the Knight Continent, and even the lion Patin and the barbarian Goth had to temporarily avoid the edge.