Gatekeeper Seven smiled.

He untied his robe, revealing his dusty, wet chest.

Thin streaks of purple light lit up from under his skin, outlining an extremely intricate mark on his chest.

An endless snake opened its mouth, circled in a circle, and chased its own tail.

In the middle of the circle circled by the Endless Serpent, dense purple points of light formed a complex astrological chart, and a man with his legs and arms outstretched, and his body proportions in line with the perfect golden ratio, were quietly suspended in the astrological chart.

Looking carefully, the light that made up this man's figure was composed of countless densely pulsing boxy runes.

These runes are unpredictable, pulsing rapidly at a specific complex frequency.

The divine light that erupted from the eyes of those suffering knights swept over the complex runes on the chest of Gatekeeper Seven little by little.

With a sigh of emotion, the Suffering Knights seemed to confirm the identity of Gatekeeper Seven, bowed deeply to Gatekeeper Seven, and then fell to their knees once more.

Their bodies split into countless fragments, which then dissolved into extremely small points of light, and finally into thick clouds of light.

The light mist flickered, exactly the same frequency as the humanoid flickering on the chest of Gatekeeper Seven.

The thick mist of light broke away from the armor and with a soft sigh, merging into the three-foot-square bronze box on the seat.

The smooth surface of the bronze box lit up little by little, and countless starlight appeared on the box, and there were looming figures rushing past in the starlight. Everyone heard a sound that seemed to exist, but also seemed to be unreal.

It was the prayer of humanity.

It was the cry of a baby as it croaked to the ground.

It was the heroic cry of a man as he fought.

It was the sad cry of a woman when she was sad.

It was the heavy breath of hunting, the slight wheezing of a net to catch a fish, the whispered murmur of a bow and an arrow, the angry roar of a knife and slash......

These voices, if they are absent.

Everyone listened to their ears, and they seemed to see how a huge race multiplied on the earth, how it developed and grew, how it transcended the saints, and finally they trampled on the starry sky......

There is a huge flow of information into the minds of many people.

They seem to know a lot of inexplicable knowledge at once...... But this knowledge is like a streamer phantom, they see it, but no matter how much they dig into their memories, they can't recall the slightest trace related to this knowledge.

"It's a ......," Jo muttered.

Crimson's instinct dissected the huge flow of information just now.

Gatekeeper Seven squinted at the dozens of armor sets on the ground.

He whispered, "It's a heritage...... There's all about the Knights of Tribulation...... Their past, their history, their glory, their sorrows......"

"How do they cultivate, how do they grow, how do they overcome obstacles and protect the last bit of light for mankind in the darkness at the most critical moment for mankind."

"This is the way the Knights of Tribulation pass on...... It is present in the bloodline of all human beings, within the soul. ”

"Even if their individuals eventually die, as long as humanity continues, when humanity faces danger, the Knights of Suffering will rise from their bloodline and embark on the path they are destined to follow."

"The Knights of Tribulation have never been a special aggregate of strength and power."

"The Knights of Tribulation are humanity itself."

"We have endured countless sufferings, we have defended ourselves with our armor, we have hurt our enemies with our swords, we have come together and turned our bodies into the Great Wall to guard our people...... This is the Knights of Tribulation! ”

The voice of the janitor number seven carried an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

Joe and the others were silent.

If Gatekeeper Seven's words are true, then the Knights of Tribulation will be the noblest, noblest, greatest, and most precious handful of people among mankind.

Of course, apart from Joe, who is not an old fox here?

The words of the janitor No. 7 certainly carried a strong sacred and solemn atmosphere, but I wanted to make the people present believe his words without reservation...... Well, all have reservations.

Gatekeeper Seven sighed as he gently opened the bronze chest.

A soft starlight erupted from the box, and the sound of heaven sounded beautifully, shaking everyone's minds with a 'boom' and a chaotic sound.

This voice made everyone's eyes hallucinate.

They seemed to see the black void, huge fireballs with huge planets, following the complex eternal orbits, running rapidly in the void.

Inexplicably, the corresponding knowledge has emerged in everyone's hearts - these big fireballs are the suns.

And those huge planets are pieces of land like Medland, which can be used by hundreds of millions of living beings.

The planets follow the orbits of the heavens, circular orbits, elliptical orbits, interlaced orbits...... Countless stars influence each other and drive each other in their movements, making the structure and operation of star orbits more complex.

And all the stars, carefully analyzing their celestial orbits, they are ultimately orbiting around a core.

The core of everything, the core of the void, the core of the unfathomable......

Everyone's eyes lit up, and Gatekeeper Seven reached into the bronze box and took out a crystal stick that was the thickness of a wrist and less than three feet long.

The crystal sticks, which are round and uniform in thickness at the top and bottom, are less like entities and more like condensations of light.

Countless tiny rays of light coalesce together to form this stick.

When Gatekeeper Seven held it in his hand, the whole stick seemed to be beating and flowing, and this stick gave people the feeling that it was alive......

The whole hall was beating slightly.

The whole mountain shook slightly.

The void is writhing.

Time is frozen.

All eyes were on the crystal stick...... Or rather, attracted by this crystal shaft.

They looked at this crystal shaft as if they had seen all of Medland, all the laws that kept Medland moving and existing, all the secrets of this side of the world.

Even, they felt a lot of familiar breath on this crystal shaft.

Every one of Medland's people, they have a faint aura that exists on this crystal axis.

In the dark, all the creatures of Medland have an inexplicable connection with this axis.

"Mindland's Axis." Gatekeeper Seven shook his head with emotion: "It's that simple, with it, we can control everything in Medland...... Including those damned gods. ”

"Ah, alas, since the last time it was activated, the Knights of Tribulation brought it back here to allow it to absorb Medran's power and restore itself...... There is not enough time, and the power it stores is far from enough. ”

"However, there are dozens of sacrifices of the Suffering Knights...... Coupled with your strength, it is enough to suppress and expel those gods whose strength has not yet returned to their peak state. ”

Gatekeeper Seven chuckled softly.

Then, a throwing axe whistled and slashed at his head.