Change, change, only change.

Nothing is static, nothing is rotten – at the end of everything, there is only one way to change.

Just as the scholars of Gutera speak of the second law of thermodynamics, the disorder and variability of the great force of entropy is an inviolable rule, and nothing can stop its reproduction, nor can any life interrupt its pace.

Ancient books will decay with the passage of time, heavy rocks will be carved with time, and even eternal life... It will also usher in their sad fate of eternal sleep at some unknown end.

Change, change, at the end of the pole of nine is enough to reproduce unimaginable infinite changes, this is the number that has been recorded as the end of everything from ancient times to the present, and it is also a strange number that spreads on the strings of fate.

He watched over the treasure of the Blood God in the shadows, manipulated the crimson One-Eyed King in a whisper of contempt, and brought forth the end of that grand epic with an aria lament, and poured a mad curse on the newborn cultists—

Oh... That's it, that's the beginning of change.

How fervent, how reverent!

He shouted and shouted, hysterical cries hovering through the depths of the crystal labyrinth like an opera, aria prayers glittering under the pale blue bird feathers, and the beacon of the stars burning with the blazing lamp of faith made him feel a little dazzling, a difference from the dim fireflies of the decaying story.

What an interesting change, what an infinite change, the flame of hope that has burned for thousands of years penetrates the dark deep sea, and is thrown on the grand stage of many operas with that irreversible destructive force-

It was a huge living corpse that was burning, it was the flame of wrath that symbolized the destruction of destruction, and the pain had literally crossed the barrier of the endless sea of stars, and the fire of faith that gradually burned and surged swallowed the path to the future.

Yes... Yes, nothing is predestined, nothing is planned, the fluttering of the strings of fate is so unpredictable, any attempt to tamper with history will be rewarded with a painful reward, but that's where the fun comes in...

Change, change, He only saw infinite changes anytime and anywhere, the noble and beautiful flame of hope, the broken and decaying kingdom, and the war and peace that spread across the galaxy...

Ahh They all have to be attached to each other, because every vision of the future is possible, so they have to exist together-

He saw, He heard, and the constant ringing of the bell symbolized the calling.

Senseless wars and senseless revolts unveil in roars, ignorant hypocritical priests are re-uplifted by the scarlet warriors, and with them futile struggles and hopeful possibilities, the pious whispers and filthy depravity of billions of people emerge in their conversations.

The most extreme evil breeds on the most extreme good, and the most corrupt maggots are born on the most devout beliefs, because the sacred always breeds gloom, and because the great always casts shadows.

Everything is so interesting, everything is so elusive.

At the end of the highest hope and the darkest decay, there is only infinite change.

……

In the ancient desert of Colchis, there are countless ruins of lost cities that are too large and too old, and they can be clearly seen even above the orbit, as they symbolize the traces of that ancient and indescribable age of dark technology.

No one dares to touch the vast lost cities, where the ubiquitous horror traps and traps are enough to extinguish any human reason, and unimaginable crises and torments persist in them, waiting for any daring life to touch the ruins of these mad times.

In fact, their existence is so ancient that the endless dusty past on this planet is difficult to compare, and the rumors in the Age of Strife still tell of the unknown and treacherous of the dark technological age, so that only other extremely ancient beings know the mysteries and dare to step into it—

The ancient man who called himself Esoteric Buddhism, and the newborn Eternal, were wandering through it.

The two of them walked silently and methodically through this ancient land, their every step following the techniques of ancient legends, silence and wind and sand being their only companions on this journey, in fact, in the endless crisis mechanism that destroys reason, along with too much conversation, will be the target of some ancient and advanced technology.

Damon had explained enough to Cyrene about the dangers of this land before he set off, and the high level of understanding and ability shown by this Eternals girl was also very much in line with Damon's expectations and views of his fellow Eternals.

And Damon also quickly passed on most of the knowledge and abilities he knew to Cyrene in a short period of time, for the Eternals, there is not much in this world that will be their bottleneck, and the qualities brought by the gift of eternal life alone are enough to make them show countless talents beyond mortals in this new and meaningful life.

So, they set out towards the goal of their trip—

On the mainland of Colchis, the ruins of an ancient city-state that holds something unimaginable and that has been born since the Dark Technologies era.

In fact, everything that happened in that chaotic and crazy era is incomprehensible, and they are just following the 'instructions' and 'fate', and they are moving on the predestined track.

The two of them walked through the ruins of ancient legends, and they easily crossed all kinds of unimaginable horrors, but there were no traces of endless corpses like ancient tombs along the way, only wind and sand.

Because leaving a whole corpse in the mad trap of the city is as unattainable as searching for a unique piece of sand on the coast.

Even breathing and looking at things are forbidden.

They just walked in silence, and their knowledge and gift as immortals from the ancient Esoteric Order allowed them to easily enter this crazy city of cannibalism.

They didn't see the horrors that still lingered in the cities, they didn't try to understand the crazy tomes that shouldn't exist in the world, they just kept walking in silence.

Until they came to the heart of the city, the root that still drove the survival of the ancient city-state, not completely swallowed up by the wind and sand and nature—

It's a symbol of the dark tech era.

Humanity has completely conquered the symbols of nature and reality.

Created souls, human beings try to imitate the arrogant proof of the gods.

Iron.

……

……

Sleep well until the afternoon

But it seems that there is no time for double changes, damn ()

Thanks to the 20,000 points of reward that the raccoon is not a raccoon boss~ The boss is atmospheric, and the boss is in good health!

(End of chapter)