The kings of angels who serve under the throne of the Creator have discovered that there is a strange existence in the kingdom of God on earth where the glory will live forever, and the first to realize this is the wise angel Helabergen.

On that day, Helabergen made his usual visit to the "White Tower".

The White Pagoda is the library of the Kingdom of God, the crystallization of the wisdom and experience of the Creator, which contains works on astronomy, geography, music, eloquence, politics, economics, religion and other fields, which are placed on the first to third floors of the White Pagoda and can be accessed at will. The fourth to sixth floors are the Archives, which record extraordinary events that have taken place around the world since the Third Age—the clergy scattered across the towns and city-states are responsible for organizing them into documents, which are passed up in layers and finally approved and archived by a few demigods who are "readers". At the end of the staircase is the door of the forbidden book area, which tells the secrets of the true gods and the old days, the taboos of the earth and the starry sky, and even the truth of the continental drift and the destruction of civilization - even the angels dare not rush to delve into it, and the intricate symbols cast an unbreakable seal on the brass door to prevent the ignorant from being killed by their curiosity.

And on that day, the seal that had been silent for a long time was shaken, and the knowledge of the ashes began to stir, like a wolf who had been hungry for a winter smelled blood. The brass door was struck with shocking bumps by invisible hands, and Helabergen immediately recited the name of the Creator, which suppressed the inexplicable unrest.

"So that being should have the authority of knowledge." Herabergen told his colleagues about this speculation, and Leodro, who was drinking, put down the copper cup and frowned deeply.

Medici scoffed: "You drank fly poop? ”

"I remembered a strange thing." Leodro pressed his eyebrows, trying to pull his thoughts away from the alcohol, "Do you remember that we went to a strange wasteland when we followed the Lord on his expeditions? ”

"Tsk, can you be specific?"

"The wasteland was littered with corpses of different races, demons, elves, wolves, bloods, humans, giants...... Even the results after the melee are too exaggerated, as if someone deliberately brought them together. ”

Medici frowned, too, "yes, we were going to pick up a human tribe that day, and then a swollen giant suddenly stood up and was half blown off by you with lightning. ”

Immediately after that, more and more corpses stood up, and they were smashed and charred...... Just when we destroyed the last corpse, and we thought this pointless entanglement was finally over, a big guy popped up. ”

A black mist emerged from the charred human remains, rising higher and higher, eventually condensing into a black vortex.

Countless eyes opened from the black vortex, and slowly swept over the two insignificant creatures with an emotionless gaze, Medici and Leodro didn't even have time to reveal their mythical creatures, because at the moment of sight, countless complicated information poured into their minds: obscurity, cold and warmth, movement, life and death...... There is no time to screen and make a judgment.

This moment of stagnation should have led them to death, but the strange creature was gone...... It was as if it wasn't Him who had tried to block his way with a corpse a moment ago.

"That's probably a very high-profile information creature."

"I remembered...... When we returned, the Lord took something out of our minds. Medici's brow furrowed, "Soon ......"

He coughed twice as if he had choked on wine. Soon after, the Lord brought back the little voyeur and ordered himself to continue to temper him, and Thoth was indeed developing in the direction they wanted, after the war, Thoth chose to become a supernumerary member of the "Red of War", not to train every day like a regular soldier, relatively idle, but still obey the dispatch to perform some more difficult tasks, which can be said to be quite regular...... The recent trip to Moon City couldn't find a serious illness, but he was not in good spirits and was a little silent.

No, wait. Medici had a trace of doubt in his heart, which can be called an afterthought, is that really "bad spirit"? When you think about it, that silence is more akin to numbness and indifference, more like ......

Divinity.

No way...... Are you kidding? That briquette-like thing is the little voyeur? That little voyeur who occasionally plays tricks, but is generally obedient?! But why should the Lord ...... No, the Lord's intentions are unfathomable and unquestionable, I just need to believe and carry them out...... Tsk, but......

Osecus didn't notice Medici's violently vibrating pupils, and said thoughtfully, "Could it be the one you met earlier in the kingdom of God?" ”

Medici rarely did not answer, his sharp teeth seemed to freeze, and Leodro shrugged: "Who knows? But this is the kingdom of God, and he can't make any waves. ”

"Hmm...... This year's sake isn't strong enough. ”

"But it's fruity."

Medici pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "Anyway, why didn't the big snake come?" Has any of you seen Him? ”

"Forget me, Medici, stop trying to get Ulorius drunk."

The black crow swept down the branches, leaving behind the noise of the feast.