Minis had finally caught up with the floating black cloud.

And the unique electromagnetic consciousness wave continued to probe, and the trembling dark cloud suddenly stopped, and there was an intimacy in the chaotic consciousness.

"Even if I lose everything, the remnants of the clan will still remember me."

Minis stopped, looked at the dark clouds in the sky in a plain, and sighed in his heart: "You came to see me?" ”

The clouds suddenly fell.

Covering this land, a trace of the remnants of the dead like gray mist surrounds it, turning this area into an eerie misty cemetery in an instant.

Minis was stunned at first, but quickly strode closer to the cemetery.

"Herodotus, after you left, the world became more and more lively."

He stood quietly, trying to speak, and there was silence around him, and he felt that in front of the cemetery, he still felt the breath of the old man he had not seen for a long time, the man who was persistent and determined.

"This is the last trace of you in this world."

Suddenly, in this chaotic consciousness, he mobilized electromagnetic waves, sorted out these chaotic wills, and vacated a vacant space in the chaotic consciousness, on which was written "Tomb of Herodotus".

He thought about it for a while, and wrote Herodotus's epitaph on the tombstone:

[Fear is the emotion that living beings are furthest from the truth. 】

That's what he used to say.

He was quick to offer flowers and some food, "Herodotus, you have always said to me in your lifetime that fear is the emotion that life is furthest from the truth. ”

"Now what I want to say to you is that fear is also the closest state of mind to immortality in life."

"You step out of the sky, and I retreat into the cave."

"Fear keeps me alive."

He sat in front of the cemetery, without the lonely and lonely look he had before, and his expression unexpectedly became calm and gentle.

He knew that the fear of death allowed him, the most unknown of the three strongest people in civilization that year, to live the longest.

But fear also makes me hesitate now.

If it were Herodotus and Atabia, two staunch men, standing on their own stands, even if they were alone, they would go on without care.

They are monsters, and they are just people.

"However, after that battle, we finally recovered from the devastation of the ruins."

Sitting cross-legged and leaning against a rock, Minis suddenly began to state what had happened these days, and said with a smile:

"You can't imagine what kind of glorious scene it is like when the land of primitive tribes turned into big cities before."

"There are cliff cities on three walls, two-legged dragons are in charge of coming, caravans are coming and going, residents are talking, and children are running and playing."

"The elven kingdom in the Elven Tree is still not very welcoming to trade, and whenever a Terran merchant who likes to cheat trade approaches, he will pick up a bow and arrow and shoot them in the ass."

"In the square of the Elven Academy and the Terran Academy, there are often disputes between the students over ideas, but more often they are reading books, taking walks, studying new magic together, riding flying dragons, and traveling everywhere."

"The gods of the trees no longer care about the ground, Anthony, the archmage of the heroes of the human race, and Selidern, the natural watchman of the heroes of the elves, founded the city-state, lived in the palace, and each became a king."

"Our creation has prospered incomparably on the earth, and has its own civilization and kingdom."

Nowadays, most intelligent life, in order to save energy and space, is the size of mites.

This is the most perfect body type to live, to live in this vast world.

Only civilized war heroes, the strong, in order to facilitate the battle, have a tall and strong body the size of an ant.

Even, such as individual existences, and even the guardian god of the elven race, the mountain giant, is a full ten centimeters in size.

"And the gods on the trees all ushered in old age after that war, went down to the ground, and lived their last lives."

"Remember the one who studied gluttony and gave paradise to Paradise Lost? He became a mortal, specialized in food, and now opened a round table restaurant, with a steady stream of customers, immersed in the smiles of the guests every day, and he felt that he had gone in the wrong direction in the first half of his life. ”

"Karlsson is your proud deputy, still an old-fashioned guy who can't stop, teaches at the Elven Academy, is the chief archmage, has a strict personality, and the children below secretly call him an old monster."

"Basel has recently been picking up the lust of the seven deadly sins of the year, and is very curious about the most mysterious power of the seven deadly sins, and he even turned himself into a male, turning all kinds of beasts, elves, and human races into females, and going to breed everywhere and bring happiness, but Bellis saw that he was committing crimes everywhere, and before I tried him, he had beaten him up, dragged him with him to be a peaceful merchant, and established a chamber of commerce."

He leaned against the stone and said with a low chuckle:

"That guy Barlow, he went to the Terran city and opened his own blacksmith shop to make weapons for the Terran warriors who came and went."

"And Helopeter still has a disagreement with Barlow's casting concept, creating a spell casting scepter for the elves in the elves, and the two old men quarreled as soon as they met, and they fought with weapons, and they never got tired of it."

"Punoen became the owner of a manor, kind, he raised his children every day, but he was attacked and killed by some Terrans in the riot, but before he died, he left a suicide note, don't avenge him, maybe in his eyes, leaving this world like this is also a very interesting thing, we respect his choice."

"The world has changed after all."

"Gradually become what you expected to be, just, enlightened, lawful, and prosperous, and mortal ambition to open the way for the gods."

In this land called the elven world, Minis brought many stories of gods in front of the tombstones, rumors of incognito names in major cities, and some of them gradually spread as demigod folklore.

He spoke one by one, and the deeds of more than six thousand gods were told one by one, and finally he talked about his condition.

"And I, lately, have only been in the trees, occasionally listening to their deteriorating old age, but I have never personally met the gods of yesteryear."

"Because we are no longer a world."

"What is the point of my past other than exposing their identities and interfering with their lives?"

"They're having a good time now."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a loneliness that haunted the depths of his body, like the deep sea drowning him.

It was quiet, and Mills couldn't help but think of the past.

At that time, there were still very few people in this world, and the tribes on the ground were still very poor.

Young wise men stood on the trees, often happily looking at the earth, and were lively and lively in studying the tribes that had created the earth, and confiding in each other their dreams and ambitions.

Once, they also pointed to the crystal wall and made a pact together, saying that they would go together to go beyond chaos and start a fantasy journey.

But unconsciously, he was left alone to overlook this elven world.

"They really bring prosperity to the whole land."

Minis was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, "Today, that's all for now." ”

He looked at the sky, and vaguely remembered the people who roared at the sky in the disaster era of the war-torn world and the catastrophe of the world again and again.

Today, life is getting better and better.

He smiled suddenly, and after exhaling all his depression and melancholy, his mood suddenly became more comfortable than ever before, and he shook his body.

The vicissitudes and loneliness of the eyes are all gone.

The young man burst into laughter.

"Everything that needs to be said has been said, the past is over here, a new future is waiting for me, and I have no time to hesitate."

"This is the stage you have created for me, and it will be up to me to open up the next era."

His consciousness suddenly left an imprint on this cemetery.

Leaving for himself a vacant tomb - the Tomb of Minis, and hesitating, wrote a few lines of epitaph for himself in advance:

"Whoever will eventually step into the sky must first sleep in the muddy water."

"Whoever will light the flame will build the torch in the era."

"My time has come, and some mediocrity needs to accumulate before it blooms."

Before leaving, Minis took a deep look at the cemetery and the tombstone he had built in advance.

He suddenly had a feeling.

He will be the last glorious afterglow of the Atabians, and this is his final destination.

When they enter this cemetery, the creation era of their creation gods will be eternally gone.

The Atabians will eventually turn into a distant wave in history.