At this moment, Art stared coldly at the sky inside the Tower of Babel, and the whole person began to calm down without a trace of panic.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided. Yate said coldly, in this case, no matter what the result is, there is nothing he can do.

In this case, it is better to face it calmly, even if it is a mortal situation, you must maintain absolute calm.

When Art calmed down, a small tower that was exactly the same as the Tower of Babel suddenly burst out with a golden light, sucking the Tower of Babel, which had turned into the size of smoke and dust.

A strong force immediately pulled the small tower into the outside tower.

The body of the Babel Tower and the small tower outside are violently fused together, and the bricks and tiles on the outer wall of the small tower in the outside world seem to be plated with a layer of gold scales.

Moreover, this layer of golden scales is not light, but the body of the tower has really turned golden.

"Good!" Art's eyes lit up violently, and the whole person let out a low roar, so it seemed that the space of the Babel Tower after the fusion would not disappear, and he would not be in any danger.

This made Art a little lucky, originally he was ready for the space to be wiped out and he was wiped out, but he didn't expect that he would escape.

Just as Art was rejoicing, a cloud of golden light suddenly appeared in the space of the Tower of Babel and poured into Art's mind.

Art's mind stabbed fiercely, and memories surged quickly in his mind like a tidal wave.

The amount of these memories is quite large, and the memories do not belong to Art, but to foreign ones.

This sudden memory hit Art's mind, and the huge memory seemed to dissipate Art's consciousness in an instant.

The dissipation of consciousness caused Arter to faint, and the spirit body of Arter outside the Tower of Babel also fell to the ground, severing the connection with the body.

"Master Arte, what's wrong with you?" The fat man saw that Art's spirit body suddenly collapsed to the ground, his face was shocked, and he patted Art's spirit body on the shoulder with a worried face, and exhaled.

But how could the puppet that had lost control move, Art's spirit body just collapsed motionless to the ground. No matter how much the fat man pushes and slapses, it has no effect.

And Atho, who was afraid of the Tower of Babel, was in a deep coma.

In the process of fainting, Art's eyes kept flashing memories that did not belong to him, which was the brain rapidly synchronizing this part of the memory.

The first thing that came to Art's mind was a huge continental plate, which was obviously related to the birth of the Tower of Babel.

In memory, it was an unknown world, not part of the Exiled Lands, nor of the plates of the Crescent Kingdom.

The plates of this continent are quite large. Even far beyond the original continental plate where the Crescent Kingdom is located.

At the edge of this continent, a strange stone towers, the tide around is constantly beating the strange stone, after the wave beating, gradually this strange stone is getting harder and harder, and over time, this strange stone actually emerges a trace of agility.

In Art's memory, at this moment, Art was transformed into a strange stone. I experience the feeling of experiencing strange stones.

Cold, cold. Damp, although the whole body has a vague consciousness, but it can't move at all, and a trace of helplessness and desolation suddenly rises in the heart of Art, who has turned into a strange stone.

I don't know how long it has been, but Art has been experiencing the helplessness and desolation of the rocks, but as time goes by. Art's feelings and thoughts grew clearer.

Until one day in an unknown year, the whole sky was gloomy and terrible, and at the top of the strange stone, a large black cloud was forming a huge whirlpool.

In the middle of the black clouds, terrifying electric sparks flickered. A thunderous force powerful enough to destroy everything quickly condensed.

"Crackling," even Art could clearly hear the sound of thunder grinding overhead.

The temperature of the entire air suddenly cooled, and a strong air pressure pressed on the strange stone.

Art could even clearly feel the suffocation sensation produced by the depressed air pressure, although the strange stone should not have a feeling, but Art still really felt the feeling of the strange stone.

It's a wonderful feeling, without any sense organs, but you can clearly feel everything that is going on in the outside world.

"Cards!" A colorful thunderbolt the diameter of a bowl slashed at a strange stone, this thunderbolt was mixed with a destructive force that was enough to turn anything into smoke and dust.

The moment the colored thunder fell on the strange stone, the entire strange stone trembled under this huge force, and shook rapidly, as if it would turn into smoke and dust in the next moment.

A huge pain and numbness came clearly into Art's mind.

This pain permeated the whole body, and was accompanied by this intense burning that lasted for dozens of seconds.

It's like all the torture in the world, it's unbearable, but now Art can't scream.

After this thunderbolt fell on the strange stone and dissipated, there was still a trace of electricity surging on the strange stone, and the surface of the entire strange stone had become charred black, but fortunately, the strange stone could be regarded as resisting this lightning strike.

However, after this thunder fell, the thunderclouds in the sky did not dissipate, but brewed the next thunder.

Only three minutes later, the next thunderbolt came as scheduled, twice as much as the previous one, and the momentum it exuded was even more terrifying.

The thunderbolt fell heavily on the strange stones one after another, each time heavier and stronger.

With the increasingly powerful thunder, in fact, the pain felt became more and more intense, and I didn't know what material the strange stones were made of, so I couldn't bear these thunders.

It's just that now, Art has turned into a strange stone in his memory, and this huge painful feeling is being reflected in Art's memory.

If Art was still keeping his body now, in such a painful situation, it is estimated that his facial features would have been distorted a long time ago, and he would not wake up in pain.

This level of pain is simply beyond human bearing, and even Art doesn't know how his mind survives this.

It wasn't until half an hour that this long thunder journey was completely over, and there were dozens of thunderbolts.

It's terrible, it's terrible! Ya thought to him, shuddering, he didn't want to experience this level of terrifying power again in his life, but fortunately, this was over.

"Thirty-three days of thunderstorms. After this thunder ended, a few words suddenly popped into Art's mind.

Although Art's consciousness is not awake now, and he is just indulging in this memory, Arte still understands what the word thunder tribulation means. (To be continued.) )