Unexpectedly, when he heard someone call his long-lost real name in the language of his homeland, which had long since been annihilated, even Russell, who had traveled through the world, showed a slightly stunned look on his face.

This made his already somewhat loose consciousness clear again, Russell did not answer immediately, but after seriously experiencing his own state, he used the ability of "distortion" to only let his voice reach the ears of Antigonus: "I wish that the historical projection here can carry more power, so that I can stay for another five minutes." ”

Antigonus looked at Russell and Douglas quietly, and after a brief weigh-up, fulfilled his duties as a "miracle master".

Then he left a few more rigid projections of history, and the main body took a few steps back, pressed his hand on Vanna, who still had not figured out the situation, and led the latter into the depths of the fog of history.

While most of the attention was on Russell, Douglas was not slow enough to ignore the movements of the two big living people. Somewhat stunned, he subconsciously took two steps towards the place where Vanna had disappeared.

To this day, he still doesn't know how he got here through the so-called "fog of history", and when he is suddenly thrown down, he instinctively raises two hundred percent vigilance.

"Hey, don't be nervous."

And Rosell, who felt that his state had improved a little, was enough to support him for a while, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be relaxed and spoke in Chinese: "This fellow, you don't want them to know where you come from, do you?" ”

Douglas's eyes flickered, and after a short silence, he looked up at Russell and confirmed again: "Yellow...... Tao? ”

"It's me."

Russell nodded, with a hint of pride in his expression and a faint sadness that was not easy to detect.

Then, he also said in a tentative tone: "Odd and even unchanged? ”

"Symbols look at the quadrant! hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon; The king of heaven covers the tiger, the river demon of Pagoda Town; palace jade liquor, one hundred and eighty glasses; There are four ways to write fennel; There are two trees in front of my house, one is a date tree and the other is a date tree; You stand here and don't move, I'll buy two oranges," Douglas blurted out a series of familiar ciphers as easily as he had rehearsed many times, "and, 'The taste of witches is ......'"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hearing the end, Russell, who was still a little emotional, frowned, and immediately raised his voice to interrupt Douglas, "Your mouth is faster than a Hong Kong reporter...... Alas, I didn't expect to see my fellow countrymen again in my lifetime. By the way, what's your name? ”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Douglas's expression relaxed a little, and with the same sense of nostalgia, he said the title that no one would use to himself: "Jing Wenying." The scenery of the scenery, the culture of the culture, the hero's hero. ”

"What a name."

Russell praised with a smile, then his expression became serious, he regained his momentum as an emperor, and said in a deep voice: "If there is anything you want to ask, just ask, we don't have much time." ”

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Douglas's hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he suddenly felt that the room was too quiet, otherwise why could he hear his heart pounding?

He opened his mouth, the question was clearly on his lips, but he couldn't find the courage to put it into words.

In the end, Douglas could only laugh very reluctantly and whispered:

"I suddenly didn't know what kind of answer I wanted.

"If you think about it, I probably wouldn't have accepted either answer. After all, to put it mildly, you have been dead for more than a hundred years in history.

"If you tell me you can go back, I'll wonder why you haven't succeeded in getting to the high sequence; If you tell me you can't go back, I'll still suspect that you're trying to bring someone to the funeral......"

Douglas said this politely, even a little sharply, but Russell softened his expression and responded half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Then you still don't know me well enough." I'll just tell you, your sequence is too low to get into the dungeon, so let's practice again! ”

He knew that this was different from meeting Zhou Mingrui. At that time, Xiao Zhou was already at the angel level, holding the Source Castle, and already knew that this was the truth about the earth. The conversation between them had already revolved around the sequence of higher than the true God.

But this is not the case with Douglas, and from Russell's point of view, what stands in front of him is nothing more than mediocre, without any special sequence eight.

He couldn't even think of a way to tell Douglass the truth without letting it get out of hand.

And Douglas expected this.

The diary of Russell, who was familiar with Chinese writing, was so kind to read, but it reminded him of the fact that Russell was dead; And on the night he made the promise with Amon, Amon also said that in the extraordinary world, knowledge is both power and poison.

But despite this, despite his long understanding, Douglas's eyes were still sour, and tears overflowed uncontrollably and slipped down in large pieces.

At this moment, he couldn't even control his expression, or his brain was empty, he didn't know what kind of expression to put on, he just let the tears wet his cheeks wordlessly. After about ten seconds, Douglas suddenly woke up and sniffed, and raised his arm to wipe away his tears in some embarrassment.

It's not the time to despair, it's far from it. He listened to the sound of his heart pounding in his chest and took a deep breath.

I'm still alive and there's a chance to get promoted.

It's impossible to give up.

It's impossible to give up.

Packing up his emotions, Douglas looked at Russell with slightly reddened eyes, touched his nose to hide his embarrassment, and changed the topic stiffly: "So...... What's going on with you now? ”

"Ahem, you should know if you've read my diary." After seeing that his mood had stabilized, Russell also shook his head with a smile and said self-deprecatingly, "I, as a person, always thought that I would be the protagonist of that era when I was young, so I was not cautious enough to do many things, and it was too extreme.

"Now it's a pollution-laden state, half-dead. Don't expect anything, don't try to look for me when you go out, I know what I'm going to do. If you're lucky, it's not impossible to really uncover the coffin in the future. Hehe, wait for me to perform lightning back!

"Anyway, there's nothing wrong with being low-key in the early stage...... Remember, especially 'watch out for the moon', it's not too much to take an 800-mile detour. Also, you should know about the existence of the 'Blasphemy Card'? Don't touch the 'Mother' card and the 'Moon' card, for the same reason, just remember it, don't dive into it......

"By the way, when did you 'cross over'?"

As he spoke, Russell suddenly remembered a key question.

Although he couldn't board the "Source Fort" because he chose the wrong path, Russell also came into contact with a lot of unconventional secret knowledge in the later stage, and knew that his and Zhou Mingrui's "crossing" was due to the interference of old-level forces.

But after Xiao Zhou became the quasi-"Master of Mystery" and mastered the "Source Fort", this kind of opportunity to cross should not exist.

Douglas, who hadn't thought so much, replied honestly, "It was last year, I mean, November 20, 1352." And I'm not the only one, I've seen two or three travelers, but they're all foreigners. ”

So much? Russell was a little surprised, after all, when he was alive, he only doubted whether the ancient sun god who wrote the reprinted Bible was also a time-traveler, and it was only after death that he really met Zhou Mingrui.

And in connection with this point in time, I began to think...... Before that, it seems that there was a large-scale extraordinary change that affected the whole world.

At that time, everything that could be called a door suddenly opened or closed, and the seal on Russell's body became shaken. Fortunately, the "Fool" symbol and the spirit insect clone left by Zhou Mingrui in the tomb played a role and replenished their strength in time.

Does this have anything to do with "crossing"...... I don't understand, so I'll ask the Spirit Worm when I get back. Russell's brain thought quickly, but he didn't delay: "Okay, I know." Do you have any questions? ”

Douglas thought for a moment, and suddenly his tone was a little low: "What are the gods of this world, what are they, what is the logic of their actions?" ”

"Whew, there's finally one I can answer." The Great Emperor let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, and said quite casually, "True God, to put it bluntly, is just a powerful and extraordinary person in Sequence 0, they have different powers, but they are not omniscient and omnipotent, but can be killed and replaced.

"You should know about the Extraordinary Convergence, the Extraordinary Immortality and the adjacent paths, and the true gods must abide by these laws, and they will also have factions, hostility and friendship, but these schemes are too high for ordinary people to detect."

Sequence 0...... The most recorded in any church is the Archangel of Sequence 1! It turns out that the true god directly occupies sequence 0? Is the true God at the top of a path?

And the true God also follows extraordinary laws......

After taking a few seconds to digest this information, Douglas immediately asked in puzzlement: "Since the true gods will compete because of their proximity, why do they live in the astral plane, and why do they still exist in human society?" ”

After all, human beings who can't resist extraordinary powers, and the true god can wipe out all of them with a slap, how can it develop to the age of steam and develop to a population of more than 100 million?

Hearing this question, Russell's eyes changed slightly when he looked at Douglas:

"This one...... You can simply understand that human faith can help the gods gain more stable power. Notice that faith is not the source of their strength, not the way they use it, but simply 'stability,' like an anchor dropped by an ocean-going ship in a storm.

"But it's just an anchor.

"The gods are no longer the same species as humans at the level of life, and believers may be a useful tool for them, and a certain amount of wear and tear is allowed.

"It's the same for all gods, even the evil gods need to be preached, and the organizations of the believers need to expand their influence. Therefore, there is also a tacit understanding between the true gods that only at the last moment of your life and death will attack the anchor of the other party, which usually manifests itself in the secular level as a war between two countries. ”

He didn't elaborate on why the gods needed to maintain their status, after all, low-rank Extraordinaries would always have the same root as they were promoted.

Struggling to rise in a whirlpool of loss of control and pollution is the eternal leitmotif of the extraordinary world.

Douglas, who had received the answer, fell silent again, and after a long moment, he muffled and said, "That's not how their holy scriptures are written. ”

"My biography certainly won't write that I'm half-dead." Not to mention the gods, Russell himself fought in the north and south continents when he was still in the middle sequence, and he had a lot of blood on his hands, but he didn't care about it, but emphasized that "the existence of the true gods is very important to this world, so don't think of them as the mud statues that we used to smash and replace without rain." Of course, don't be too afraid, unless you are already qualified to stand in their way. ”

"Hmmm......"

Douglas, who got the answer, didn't waste much time, just memorized these things and then continued to ask Russell about other extraordinary worlds.

And when Douglas and Russell spoke, the fog of history shrouded in gray.

Vanna was walking in front of Antigonus, constantly discerning the fragments of history that passed around her, looking for what she wanted.

Not long ago, when she was taken away by Antigonus alone, it was as if Vana had seen her characteristics stripped away by the angels of the same path using the law of aggregation, but she could not resist, and could only become a few specks of dust in a long history without anyone noticing.

She took a deep breath covertly, her eyes lowered, and she waited silently.

However, the expected scenario did not happen. Antigonus stood beside her, and with a wave of his hand, he lit up a vast expanse of true historical brilliance, which floated and intertwined into a river of incomparably bright gray mist, spreading from the present to the ancient.

Even though her mood is extremely sour and heavy at the moment, Fanna's eyes are still attracted by this brilliant river of historical light.

This is a unique scenery that can only be experienced by the soothsayer Takashi, and it is one of the few places that can most reassure them who are relatively fragile, and perhaps the only place.

After all, the fragments of history that can be hidden are essentially the personal experience of historians, who are actually trusting their past selves.

"Let's go." Antigonus said in a flat tone.

Fanna was bold and looked at the other party with a complicated expression: "Your Highness, ...... you?" ”

The angel didn't seem to have all his thoughts on her, and said succinctly, "I'm only interested in the Tantric Society." ”

Esoteric ...... Vana was dumbfounded at first, then slightly relieved, accepted Antigonus's words, immediately bowed to him, and solemnly said, "Follow your will." ”

It seems that this angel has no hobby of collecting low-sequence traits.

And who is really in power behind the Esoteric Order is not so important to Vanna, at least not as important as her own life. She was just sure that after taking back the characteristics of the depths of this Diran Castle, she would definitely become a high-level because of the sequence, but she didn't have to think about it if she was promoted higher.

Call...... She straightened up after her salute and lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose hard, trying to banish the hidden whispers that rumbled in her head.

These whispers were different from the "Hornaches" she had heard when she was promoted...... Fregela ......" was not the "Orville" who tempted her to look for the castle...... Diran......", but a more bizarre, incomprehensible language.

Ever since she came into contact with the historical fog deep in the depths of Dilan Castle and entered those strange rooms, some inexplicable knowledge and memories poured into Vanna's mind, almost causing her mind to boil into a pot of hot porridge.

In these memories, she seemed to be a descendant of an ancient family, and had reached the level of a demigod, far beyond the current Sequence Seven.

Surprisingly, after remembering this, the abilities she could use suddenly increased, as if she had mastered them by birth.

She was not pleased by the sheer rise of power, but instead felt as if she had stepped into a drama arranged by someone else, dancing like a marionette on a predetermined trajectory.

It made her feel bad, and she hoped it was over soon.

Before following Antigonus's wishes, Vana glanced back at the room one last time, just in time to see Douglas taking two quick steps in this direction, frowning.

Vana gave Douglas a deep look, and suddenly felt a little relieved of her tense mood.

She can't remember when she started living alone, and even when she saw someone anxious because she disappeared, she would feel a little cherished.

Even if they haven't known each other for a long time.

But Fanna suddenly felt that even if she disappeared here without a sound, maybe Douglas's brainless would have erected a monument or something for herself, right?

I just forgot to tell him what to write in the epitaph, so let's get out alive!

Thinking so, she walked into the depths of the fog of history.