【Western Aslan Empire・Far Northern・Condensed Cave】

The storm gradually stopped.

The fist-sized snow mass that had been surging between heaven and earth not long ago had disappeared at this moment.

The tyrannical air flow disappeared behind the glacier, and only a faint cold wind was left between the empty heaven and earth, and large flakes of goose feathers and snowflakes were flying slowly in the air.

Suddenly, above the flat frozen lake, a golden swirling spot of light appeared, and the spot gradually expanded, and the complex flickering patterns shuttled and intertwined on the ice surface into a huge array of light.

In the center of the light array, dense golden fragments appeared, and countless golden fragments pieced together two complete human forms.

Treya and Nether opened their eyes, accustomed to the dazzling whiteness of the snow before them.

Empty and vast snowfields, with hard rocks and frozen soils, are covered with a thick layer of snow that does not melt all year round, getting thicker and thicker, and looks like soft clouds. At the end of the gaze, there is a black cliff rising from the ground, the cliff extends forward, gradually gathering, forming a huge black canyon, at the end of the canyon, is a dark cave.

This is where each generation of eroders is born - the [Bloody Cave].

Therea's mind flooded with memories of this place, the terrifying smell of horror in the depths of the cavern that still seemed to haunt her nose, her stomach churning, burning, but with a twisted excitement.

She and Netherworld stood silently on the snow, the two of them waiting in place instead of moving forward. Snow fell on their shoulders, making the two of them look like two lifeless sculptures in the middle of the ice.

Nether turned her head to look at a cloudy-eyed Treya, who was waiting for her to finish exploring her surroundings. He looked at Treya's white, cloudy eyes, a little distracted. Treya told him that when she launched the talent of large-scale soul power perception, her vision was completely different from the ordinary vision, and the entire vision became empty darkness, only objects with soul power would emit golden light, and soul power objects with different attributes would emit precise differences in the intensity of light, flickering frequency, and color gamut changes in her vision.

"Someone was already here before we arrived. Treya's eyes turned black again, and she turned her head to look at the Netherworld with a somewhat solemn expression.

"Where are they?" Nether's eyes tightened into a thin line, looking a bit like a snake's pupils.

"It's gone. Therea looked around, "But there are obvious remnants of soul power around, and the traces of soul power are very clear, proving that they have just left." ”

"Can you sense who it is?" asked Netherworld.

"No," Treya's eyes were a little unwilling, "As far as the residual soul power I sensed, the strength of the soul power is extremely high, and the type of soul power is very rare, at least I have never encountered it in the realm of Yaslan." Otherwise, I would definitely be impressed. Those who came before us should not be seen in Yaslan very often. ”

"Gilgamesh?" Nether let out a cold smile, "If I want to say that the strength of my soul power is high, I can only think of him." ”

"It'......s possible," Treya sighed, "I haven't met Gilgamesh either, so I don't know much about his spirit power type. ”

"Is the new erosor coming out?" the Netherworld raised his hand, gently wiping away the ice crystals that had congealed from his eyebrows with his thin, powerful fingers.

"Not yet. No new signs of soul power have been sensed yet. Treya looked at the dark and deep hole, her clear eyes glittering with cold spots under her thick eyelashes.

"It's been so many years...... Were you ten years old when the two of us struggled to get out of it?"

"I don't really remember. After a while, Treya answered Nether's question, she was obviously a little absent-minded, Netherworld turned her head, looked at the restless Treya beside her, and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Do you think ......" Treya brushed away a few strands of hair that had been blown to her face by the cold wind, she turned her head to look at Nether's young and unruly face, "This generation of eroders was born a little too quickly? How long have we been kings? a year? half a year? How can a new generation of eroders be 'born' in such a short period of time? You know, there has been a gap of more than ten years between our previous generation of eroders and us. We've just finished killing the previous generation of Lords, we've eliminated the two weakest Lords, and updated the Soul Skill Strength level of Lord Yaslan, it's only been a year, is the new Eroder about to start the next round of 'elimination' so soon?" I can't believe it......"

"The previous generation of eroders before us may not have been separated from us for that long. I have a feeling that there should have been a generation of hidden eroders among us from the previous generation, and it is more likely that the two latest eroders we are waiting for at this moment are not our next generation, and between us and them, there are likely to be more generations of eroversers...... "Netherworld's gaze looked like two pitch-black abysses, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"It's unlikely ......" Treya frowned and shook her head slowly, "It will take at least ten years for an erosor to grow into a person with high-intensity soul combat ability, and the two of us have completed the elimination of an entire generation of erosion at the age of nine or ten, we are already extremely talented eroders, and even so, it took us ten years." I don't think that a child of four or five years old can complete the erosion of the soul world. It would be terrible if that were the case......"

"Do you think Gilgamesh is an erodeer?" asked Netherworld suddenly.

"......" Therea was silent and did not speak. After a while, she said, "What do you mean?"

"Although neither of us has met Gilgamesh himself, from the information given by the Silver Priest, we know that his soul circuits, talents, and even the upper limit of his soul power are beyond the reach of Zira. There have always been only two ways for the birth of a prince, one is to give a seal for the apostles to inherit, and the other is to erode and replace. So, from the stark difference between Gilgamesh and Hirra, it can be inferred that Gilgamesh must belong to the latter, that is, the Eroder, but it is not known whether he was born before us or after us......"

"I don't think he was born before us," Treya looked thoughtfully at somewhere in the open world, her gaze a little dazed, "If that's the case, by the time we show up, it's impossible for Chira to remain in the position of a once-king, he should have been replaced by Gilgamesh long ago." ”

"Then he was born after us. Nether nodded, his expression even heavier.

"Then why did the Silver Priest suddenly speed up the creation of the Eroders?" Treya's voice was low, as if talking to herself, her face gradually pale, and countless fragments flashed through her mind, but she could not piece together a complete picture.

She vaguely felt that a huge and terrifying secret in the darkness was slowly awakening, and it could break through the surface at any moment, devouring and destroying the entire world. But she couldn't grasp the clue at the moment, she could only turn her head and look at the Netherworld with a pale face.

"It's impossible to speculate. However, based on the time of Gilgamesh's appearance, I prefer to believe that he came out of the Bloody Cavern before us. It's just that from the moment we walked out of the cave and began to wander around in the abyssal corridors, living in secret, to the time we openly appeared to replace the king, his whereabouts were completely hidden and erased. It was as if he had disappeared from the coordinates of time. A person with this kind of soul power strength, as long as he shows up in the world, he will definitely leave clues and traces. We were the only two of our generation of eroders who made it out of the cave alive, and if Gilgamesh was our generation, we wouldn't have been unaware of his existence. Moreover, the Silver Priest has also said that we are coming to meet our next generation of eroders at this moment. So, Gilgamesh must have been a generation of Eroders who had secretly existed before us, and," the Netherworld's face turned as pale as the snowy field, "he was probably the only Eroder of that generation, and the Silver Priest had for some reason hidden traces of the existence of his generation of Eroders. It is impossible for such a powerful soul mage to be born out of thin air in this world, and this possibility is almost zero. Paradoxically, he and the two of us were too close to each other to theoretically be enough for a group of Eroders to kill each other until the last one was left alive......"

"What do you mean?" Treya's pupils trembled slightly with fear, for she had a faint feeling in her heart that the monster-like secret had revealed a glowing silhouette in the darkness.

"I'm just guessing......" Nether paused for a long time, as if he himself felt that what he was saying next was too terrifying and unbelievable, "Gilgamesh's generation of eroders, from beginning to end, he was the only one in that generation. (To be continued.) )