Time: After the duel between Mu Cang and Wu Zhan.

Where: Lighthouse Free Federation.

Among the barren mountains, inside the secret base of the company.

After giving the Dark Star the task of removing the "Angel's Remains", Monroe Holmes muttered:

"With Abram's abilities, I want to accomplish this mission...... It's a bit difficult."

On the big screen in front of him, an image of Mu Cang looking at a crystal skull was projected.

"So it's best to use him to test this 'humanoid nuclear weapon'."

Tang Hatyu said in a charming voice, "After all, only the ability of the Dark Star is more suitable, and even if it is lost...... I don't feel distressed."

"Hmm...... Okay." Monroe said indifferently, "Now that the order has been given, let's do it."

"Yes."

"Ahh

Monroe sighed, "Looking back, neither Leonardo da Vinci nor I could have imagined that science and superpowers were two faint flames...... One day it will be so powerful that it will tear apart the glory of the Lord."

"Leonardo da Vinci?"

Tang Hatyu asked curiously, "Boss, I've always wondered, why didn't you extend Da Vinci's lifespan back then?"

"Well."

Monroe seemed to be stuck in a memory, and said leisurely, "Because he ...... I don't have any attachment to immortality."

……

The poet Petrarch once said:

"I don't want to be God, or to live in eternity, the glory that belongs to man is enough for me, it's all I ask for, I'm mortal myself, I only ask for ...... Mortal happiness."

At the beginning of the XVI century, the continent of Europa.

University of Bologna, Italy.

"Ignorance and blind obedience can lead to doom, and only rational self-salvation can lead to rebirth."

Monroe Holmes, who looked like a young man, had a clear voice, and he was writing on the blackboard one by one.

The students below the podium were equally engrossed.

As a rare young talent in this university, Monroe has many admirers, and people are amazed at how erudite he is at such a young age.

But no one knew that Monroe was no smarter than anyone else.

His knowledge was learned by himself.

In terms of age, he was probably older than the oldest professor in school.

In a short time, the class ended.

Wow –

In the corridors that connect the classrooms, students and teachers come and go, and the sound of discussion is endless.

"Please let me, thank you, please let me."

Monroe walked through the crowd with the textbook in his arms, smiling and nodding at the passing students and teachers.

When a familiar teacher saw him, he asked curiously, "Professor Holmes, where are you in a hurry?" I heard you're taking a leave of absence."

"Oh, Mr. Lyster, a friend has written to me saying that there is something important, you know, the one from the Polytechnic." Monroe hurried by, smiling and replying quickly.

"Polytechnic ...... Friend......" Lyster thought for a moment, and realized, "Oh, that's the artist."

By this time Monroe had gone far away, and could not answer him.

The next morning.

Kata~Kata~

The pace of horses' hooves slowed down, and Monroe, riding in a horse-drawn carriage, arrived in Milan.

Getting out of the carriage, he looked up at the bright sunlight in the distance, pressed his hat and walked slowly.

……

Looking at the obviously extremely ancient stone carvings on the table, Monroe looked up with some confusion, looked at his friend who kept writing and drawing, and frowned:

"Leonardo da Vinci, my friend, is this the important item you mentioned in your letter?"

"Looks like it's just a piece...... It's just a bit of a vintage stone."

"Hmm..."

I heard the disappointment hidden in the other party's tone

Leonardo da Vinci groaned noncommittally, raised his head and said inexplicably, "My friend, you know...... Prehistoric civilization?"

"Prehistoric civilizations? I've heard of this avant-garde theory."

Monroe's brows furrowed even tighter, "However, that's nonsense, the world was created by God, and everything didn't exist before Genesis, so prehistoric civilization is a paradox."

"This brings us to another problem."

Leonardo da Vinci said slowly, "Genesis, does it really exist? Is God all-knowing and all-powerful?"

"This ......" Monroe's eyes widened, and he looked his friend up and down in disbelief, "Da Vinci, you should know that when you said this, you were blasphemous!"

"Huh." The other party's beard shook and smiled, "We are friends, there are only two people here, not to mention ......."

Leonardo da Vinci blinked his eyes and smiled wittily, "This is Milan, not the Inquisition of Rome."

"Hmm......" Monroe crossed his arms and pursed his lips, not saying a word.

His intuition told him that in a few moments, this genius friend in front of him would definitely say something shocking.

But his curiosity has grown more and more, so ...... It doesn't hurt to listen to it.

After half a ring, Monroe loosened his collar and said in a deep voice:

"What did you, my friend, find?"

Leonardo da Vinci sat up and looked out the window.

He didn't directly say what he found, but said as if he was stuck in a memory, "I want to say that when I was very young, I could always see some strange scenes."

"The roaring sky, the angry ocean, the crumbling earth......" Leonardo da Vinci looked at the lush palm tree outside the window, his eyes twinkling:

"This tree is ten times older than I am, but I can see it as young as it sprouts."

"What do you mean......

Monroe looked at Leonardo da Vinci with a uncertain expression.

"And you, my friend."

Leonardo da Vinci turned his head to look at it, his eyes blazing:

"I have seen you, I have seen you grow old and rejuvenate again, I have seen you fight wild beasts in the wilderness, in the dark corners of villages, struggling to escape the pursuit of ignorant villagers."

"...... you," Monroe looked at him with wide-eyed eyes and stammered, "You, you also have God-given powers?!" You can see the past!"

"God-given... power..."

Leonardo da Vinci pondered the word, shook his head, and said, "Perhaps, but I would like to define us as artificial-special beings.

Humans with special anomalous abilities."

He turned to look at the brown leather couch in the living room:

"I can often see the old couch when it was younger."

"But the grass, trees, and rocks in nature, I can see at most what they looked like hundreds of years ago.

But if it were man-made, I mean, if a good stone had been made into a tile by a stonemason and placed in the Senate of Rome BC, I might have seen Caesar killed."

Monroe frowned and analyzed, "What you mean is that when you come into contact with human-made objects, you can push the boundaries of your vision of peering into time."

Leonardo da Vinci said leisurely, "To be precise, I can peek into a certain range of scenes around that point in time, as well as the exact moment when the man-made object was born, with the help of the man-made object, which is the result of the process of change in natural matter caused by the existence of soul and spirit."

"Whew—"

Monroe let out a long breath and asked with a nervous expression, "So, so what exactly did you find?!"

"I want to say that when I touched this stone carving that was brought by an explorer friend from an underground cave...... What do you guess I've seen?" Leonardo da Vinci tapped lightly on the table.

"I'm a little angry." Monroe frowned and said dissatisfied, "I found that you like to sell guanzi, which is not a good habit."

"Okay, okay." Leonardo da Vinci shrugged and smiled, "

I'll tell you all."

"Hmm." Monroe straightened up and made a gesture of listening.

Leonardo da Vinci smiled and said firmly, "Genesis does not exist!"

"What?!" Monroe's eyes widened, and he was speechless in shock.

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

The earth is empty and chaotic, and the face of the abyss is dark; The Spirit of God hovers over the waters.

And God said, Let there be light.

And so there was light.

God saw that light was good, and He separated light from darkness.

God called the light day and the darkness night.

There was evening and there was morning, and this was the first day.

……

All things in the heavens and the earth have been made.

On the seventh day, when God's work of creation was finished, she ceased all her work and rested on the seventh day.

God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because on this day God ceased all the work of creation and rested. - The Old Testament of Genesis."

After reciting the sacred scriptures lightly, Leonardo da Vinci said, "If you add up the ages of all the prophets and kings in the genealogical system of the Old Testament, you can get a fairly precise result—

Our world was created by God at 10 o'clock in the morning on October 26, 4004 B.C.E."

"Hmm......" Monroe muttered, "It stands to reason that there shouldn't be anything wrong with that."

"Yes."

Leonardo da Vinci laughed a little sarcastically, "But this stone was carved much earlier than God created the world."

His expression was solemn, his eyes stared straight at the silent Monroe, and he said in a deep voice:

"This stone carving is part of a large mural, carved by a group of giants much taller than us."

Leonardo da Vinci picked up the dish-sized stone and put it in the palm of his hand, his eyes narrowed, and the child seemed to flash a dazzling light, and said slowly:

"It's a bunch of people who can manipulate water, fire, thunder, and beetles...... A giant whose body seems to be much stronger than Hercules.

To be honest, I'm skeptical of the special abilities we have...... It's from them."

"The source of God-given power? Ancient giants? Is that...... In what era?!" Monroe's body tensed, looking suspicious.

Leonardo da Vinci said quietly: "...... BC Three million years."

"What?!"

Monroe froze and looked at Leonardo da Vinci dumbfounded.

"This ...... How is this possible?!"

Leonardo da Vinci shrugged, "But that's just the way it is."

"Whew-" Monro couldn't help but bite his fingers, "What are those giants?" Hmm, I mean...... What should they be called?

Titans? Jinni? Or an angel?"

"Gods?" Leonardo da Vinci frowned and said, "The gods in my mind are not like that."

"Then they should be called...... What?" Monroe asked.

"They're tall, but they're not as big as the Titans." Leonardo da Vinci thought for a moment and said, "I want to ...... Since their appearance is so intimidating, and at the same time they possess all kinds of magical powers, it is better to ...... Call them angels."

……

Centuries have passed since Monroe Holmes' deep conversation with Leonardo da Vinci.

The birth of the textile machine steam engine opened a new chain reaction of the technological revolution and knocked on the door of the first industrial revolution.

The emergence of various new technological products has also completely revolutionized human society.

Times are changing, and so has Monroe during this long time.

He used the advantage of immortality to continue to learn more knowledge, accumulate more and more wealth, and contact and envelop all kinds of geniuses.

The Order of Flesh and Blood has also grown and grown under its management.

One year, he wanted to return to his hometown to avenge his mother.

But unfortunately, that village has been washed away by the torrent of history and can no longer be found.

At that moment, Monroe came to his senses:

"Time is cruel, but I am only favored, wise, heroic, bandit...... No matter who it is, even other people with special abilities, they will also die of old age, but I am the only one who will stay young and immortal!"

In the secret chamber of the Order of Flesh, Monroe raised his head and smiled arrogantly, "I am the Eternal, the second Yahweh, who surpasses all human beings."

"But......" he lowered his head again and whispered, "I am not truly immortal yet, my soul and body are full of weaknesses, low temperatures, high temperatures, explosives, poisons...... can hurt me, even kill me! There is also a limit to my ability to heal myself, and that person...... Mycenil, King of Sorcerers!

」

"Whew—"

With the restlessness of the emotions, the telekinetic force operated autonomously, and Monroe was slowly lifted into the air.

He narrowed his eyes and shouted unwillingly, "Can't allow this to happen! I'm going to defeat death once and for all, and I'm going to defeat you completely!"

"Angel...... I'm going to find you! I'm going to ...... from you Get more superpowers!"

Time is like flowing water, hundreds of years pass in the blink of an eye.

The roar of the Second Industrial Revolution has been playing for half a century.

Nowadays, the development and widespread use of electricity has brought the dawn of a new era - the electric age.

At the same time, the continent of Europa is quietly entering the clouds of war.

And the Flesh Order, an organization that has been hidden behind the world for hundreds of years, controlled by Monroe Holmes, also stands behind an empire under his will.

When the world was plunged into bottomless chaos, Monroe used the power of that empire to consume a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and did his best to find everything related to the ancient angels.

Ancient Religions, Ancient Ruins, Myths and Legends, Shambhala, Crystal Skulls, Earth-Star Axis......

Monroe searched for all rumors, whether true or false.

But after giving a lot, he didn't get what he wanted.

Fortunately, on the eve of the destruction of that empire, the [Ancestral Heritage Society] formed within it to deal with this incident passed on an important piece of information to Monroe.

Regarding the ancient stone carving, they found its body.

An ancient mural in an unknown era on an isolated island in the Atlantic Ocean.

……

A looming small boat gallops across the vast Atlantic Ocean.

Under the blue sky, moist water vapor greets you.

At the end of the line of sight, the sea and the sky overlapped, and only a vague horizon could be seen.

Time passes.

This vessel, which is faintly visible to the naked eye, keeps chasing the horizon without stopping, but it is always unable to shorten the distance.

That line seems to lie beyond the boundaries of human sight, distant and untraceable.

So, Monroe, who was already a little impatient, frowned and asked:

"Erwin, how long will it take us to get to our destination?"

Erwin, who was piloting the boat in front, looked down at the ancient charts that had been annotated in large numbers of words, and did not look back, but replied in a respectful tone, "Dear Mr. Holmes, we will reach our destination in about three hundred and fifty nautical miles."

"yes, that's good."

Monroe touched his chin and asked, "The Heritage Society must have paid a lot of price to find this place."

"Yes, it took us many years to find this place, and we sacrificed a lot of people to divert the attention of the United States and the empires." The blonde middle-aged man who was sandwiched between the two sighed.

Monroe was noncommittal: "Well, sacrifice is always inevitable in order to accomplish the goal."

After the conversation, several people were silent.

As the boat galloped, the sky became darker and darker.

From azure to dark blue, from dark blue to black blue.

Night has fallen.

Wow - Wow -

The waves are howling, and the night is dark

Misty.

After a long voyage, the ship finally reached an endless sea.

But here, there is still nothing but seawater.

Just as Monroe was about to ask.

It was as if the ship had crossed some invisible line.

A hundred meters ahead, a huge wall of white fog about a kilometer high and a little wide could not be seen on the left and right.

The whole process is extremely abrupt, as if the frame is dropping.

In the last second, the sea was endless.

In the next second, this huge wall, which was like the end of the world, was brutally stuffed into his eyes.

This made Monroe, who was quietly looking at the sea in front of him, completely unresponsive, and stood directly on the spot.

After a second, he suddenly smiled and said, "I see, there is a layer of mist that has turned the entire island into a transparent thing, and it is impossible to detect it from all directions."

Monroe shook his head and exclaimed, "It's amazing, I don't know if it's man-made or that's it."

As he said to himself, the boat had already crossed the remaining 100 meters and broken into the wall of fog.

This magical layer of white fog is not too thick, only about five or six meters.

After sailing out of the wisps of clouds and mist, what appeared in front of several people was a beautiful island like a fairy tale.

From a distance, golden sand surrounds an oval-shaped green gentle slope.

On the slightly undulating slope, brightly colored flowers grow in twos and threes, which are not dense and scattered.

For!

Moored to the shore, several people immediately disembarked.

It wasn't quiet at this time, and Monroe could even clearly hear the sound of small lizards crawling in the soil, and the crisp chirping of insects among the flowers.

Looking up, the size of the island is not huge.

As soon as he turned his head slightly, he could "see" a large map carved on the wall of a mountain several kilometers away.

More than one, a series of large pictures.

But the road leading there is also densely packed with thousands of brown-black hard trees.

"There, that's where the mural is."

Monroe looked in the direction of the stone wall...... All of them were jammed with huge trees that grew wildly.

There is no road at all.

It seems that it is not easy to get there, so I can only walk slowly on the ground.

Ten minutes later......

Laugh at!

Cutting off the attacking snakes casually, Monroe looked up at the stone wall ten meters away, and a trace of amazement rose in his heart.

In front of you, a 100-meter-high stone wall covers the field of vision.

From left to right, there is a large and large climb full of simple and complex figures.

The mural depicts ancient giants in red, yellow and black.

All the animals, plants, people, and buildings are outlines and shapes traced by simple lines, and the painting style is rough and atmospheric, with a primitive and wild taste.

As you can see, the black is charcoal pen, the yellow and red are hematite and colored soil rocks, and all the pigments are pure natural minerals and wood plants.

This fresco, according to Leonardo da Vinci, is at least a product of millions of years ago.

Card!

Monroe pressed the long-preserved stone carving into the missing groove of the mural, and his heart was stirred.

Slowly taking a few steps back, he looked at the murals around him, and found that almost all of them were missing to varying degrees, and he didn't know whether it was natural or man-made.

Calming down, Monroe began to take a closer look at the ancient murals.

In the mural, there were originally large swaths of humanoids floating on the surface of the sea, and the sky was full of flames.

And surrounded by infinite flames, a black-armored giant god exuding endless brilliance was raising his hand slightly as if he was going to do something.

As Monroe was intently observing the mural, Erwin, who was hobbling in the back, came up to him out of breath.

Erwin's face was overjoyed when he saw the mural, and more than a dozen of the same body suddenly appeared in the spot when his body shook

Doppelganger.

The clones stepped forward one after another, holding various tools and began to carefully survey the mural.

At that moment, a cry of surprise rang out in Monroe's ears.

"Mr. Holmes!"

"Mr. Holmes, come and see what I've found!"

A sudden shout interrupted Monroe's observation.

Turning his head, he saw that the blonde middle-aged man who had walked a few hundred meters away was shouting.

Monroe leapt in front of him without a sound, and asked, "What did you find?"

"Look!" The latter rubbed his hand vigorously against a cone-shaped boulder close to the mountain wall, and unexpectedly rubbed a smooth plane of pure black.

"Oh?" Monroe hurried over to observe.

It turned out that it wasn't a boulder at all.

This...... It is clearly an unidentified structure protruding from a giant man-made object.

Moreover, the composition of this structure is not actually any known metal on the Blue Star.

"Hmm......"

Monroe frowned and looked puzzled, raising his head and looking up along the unidentified structure covered in a thin layer of rock dust in a radius of tens of meters.

But I saw a mountain that was too regular in shape.

On its surface, there are mottled traces of pure black.

He couldn't help but radiate his spiritual power and tried his best to cover the mountain.

After some time.

Monroe was able to figure out the full picture of the massive anomalous object.

It was a giant man-made object that looked like a spindle.

Many years ago, a green onion fell from the sky, cracking open the entire thick mountain wall that stretched across the island, and immersed it deeply beneath the island's stratum.

"Huh?"

The middle-haired blonde man next to him squatted down and touched the ground, and wondered, "This stratum ...... Why is the mercury content so high?"

At this moment, the huge spindle-shaped object in front of Monroe seemed to be stimulated by his spiritual power, and suddenly trembled slightly.

There was a buzzing sound, and thousands of sharp black thorns came out of it with a boom.

"It's ......"

Monroe stared blankly at the huge portal that slowly opened by the unknown structure in front of him, and muttered blankly, "This is ...... What's going on?"

There was no light in the huge portal, and there was a strong air of dead silence.

It's as if there has been no living thing in it for years.

But at this moment, Monroe suddenly had a strong premonition.

Inside this huge spindle-spiked artifact was something that could change his fate.

Thereupon......

"Whew—"

With a long sigh of relief, Monroe walked towards the deep portal step by step under the stunned gaze of the blonde middle-aged man next to him, towards the unknown.