"Unfortunately, no."

Bergherr spread his hands helplessly, the regret in his tone didn't seem to be pretended, and he seemed to really feel sorry for his inability to help Chen Bofu.

"There is a limit to the inheritance of the arsenal, not to mention that even if I leave behind not an image but an ontology...... I can't help you with the promotion sequence. ”

"Why?" Chen Bofu asked puzzled, because in his opinion, this kind of old king, who was the source of the sequence, was almost no different from the legendary gods...... Isn't it just to help me advance to a sequence? Is it that hard?

"Sequence 7 to Sequence 8, the difference between the two sequences is bigger than you think, to the creatures of Sequence 8, you are no different from those mortals, so you understand what I mean?"

"It's like Turing in the Hanging City...... The Immortal Gap? ”

"That's pretty much it."

Berghel nodded, and muttered a sentence in his mouth, how can Turing still talk about it after so many years.

"If there were a pyramid in the food chain, it would seem to me that there would only be two levels, the top layer would be the Sequence 8 creatures, and the bottom layer would include the Sequence 7 creatures like you and the mortals."

Chen Bofu couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Although he has always regarded Sequence Eight as a legendary realm, and thinks that when he reaches that level, he may be able to equal Gegero, but listen to Bergher's words...... It seemed that the strength of Sequence Eight had exceeded his imagination.

Further are the gods, and one step back are mortals.

That's what it means, right?

"I'll be blunt, I was a Sequence Eight creature when I was alive, so I can't just create a creature of the same level as me, understand?"

"You...... You're only in sequence eight?! ”

"This is our limit...... "Bergherr sighed, "and I can only stop at this level for the rest of my life...... Only the Yellow King of Deep Space has tried to impact a higher sequence...... I want to use this against the Creator......"

"A higher rank than Sequence Eight...... Sequence 9?! Chen Bofu looked at Berghel in surprise, "The Yellow King is actually a creature of Sequence Nine?!" ”

"It's not."

Berghel shook his head, as if reluctant to mention the old man.

"He failed to be promoted, so the war was over."

With that, Berghel put his left hand on Chen Bofu's shoulder, and his voice became very soft, like a patient who was dying.

"Although I can't help you advance to the ranks, I can show you the path I've walked, let you understand more ways to use your power, and whether you can eventually be promoted to king...... It all depends on your life. ”

"I have a question." Chen Bofu looked at him.

"Say."

"If the creatures of Sequence Eight are as tough as you say, then why is Gejero ......?"

"Why didn't it catch you all? Why is it still sanctioned by the plane? Bergher smiled, "Their realm is actually a little higher than yours, if the creatures of Sequence Eight are considered gods in your understanding...... Then they can only be considered demigods. ”

"Demigod ......" Chen Bofu looked thoughtful, "Is it between seven and eight?" ”

"Yes."

Bergher nodded, and the palm that grabbed Chen Bofu's shoulder suddenly became stronger.

"We don't have much time left, so let's see...... Look how I created this sequence in the first place! ”

In another secret place in the arsenal.

"That's ...... Ah Jing's Black Star? ”

Qiao Youning walked to the shore of the lake and stopped, looking up at the black star hanging high in the sky, with a look of surprise and puzzlement.

Because she didn't understand why she was here...... No, maybe she was lost from the beginning.

If the mouse named Jerry is right, and everyone was summoned by the inheritance of their respective sequences, then it shouldn't be mine, right?

After all, the Buddha Mother is still there.

The lineage of the Mother Buddha is in the monastery......

But there is also a possibility.

In the old days, the Buddha Mother also left her own legacy in the arsenal.

But no matter how you look at this ghost place, it doesn't match the Buddha's mother, and this is more like a place where Chen Jing should come...... The black stars hanging high in the sky, the holy light floating in the sky, the unknown church in the distance, and the deep space totems that can be seen everywhere.

Stand by the tranquil shore of the lake.

Qiao Youning didn't know where to go for a while.

The whole world is eerily quiet.

It made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

And just when she was confused.

She suddenly felt someone take her hand.

Look back.

It was a woman with a strange face in a robe.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The woman's voice was very gentle, as pleasant as the flowing water of a clear spring, even if she was wearing a loose robe, it was difficult to hide her graceful posture, but her face was ...... As if it had been dug out, his entire face was a strange nothingness, like what outsiders saw when Chen Jing put on the yellow coat and hood.

"Who are you...... Qiao Youning instinctively wanted to break free of the other party's hand, but this thought only existed for a moment, because soon she felt that the other party would not hurt her, that sense of belonging to the same sequence...... Better than Mother Buddha.

"I am the source of the life sequence and the one who has been waiting for you."

The woman in the robe led Qiao Youning along the shore of the lake slowly, and her soft-spoken voice was indescribably gentle.

Due to the limited length of the robe, it could only cover her knees, not even her fair calves and ankles, so Qiao Youning could see it at a glance...... On her ankles, she wore a string of golden anklets, on which hung several lovely bells, which jingled as she walked.

"King Huang calls me Ah Ling, you can call me that."

"You are the source of the sequence of life...... That Buddha Mother is ......"

"Mother Buddha?"

Ah Ling stopped abruptly, as if recalling something.

"Are you talking about Nikolas?"

"Hmmm......"

"She's a part of me that I've stripped from my own origin, so I'm my child......" Ah Ling suddenly raised her hand to cover her non-existent face when she said this, "Oops! I'm not even married! It shouldn't be my child! ”

“？？？” Qiao Youning looked confused.

"Is it still alive in your time?" Ah Ling asked.

"Alive." Qiao Youning nodded.

"How's it going?" Ah Ling asked again.

Qiao Youning thought about it, and finally said truthfully: "It's not good, it seems to have suffered some injuries, and it hasn't recovered yet......"

Ah Ling was silent, looking at the wildflowers growing on the shore of the lake, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Where is this?" Qiao Youning couldn't help but ask curiously, "I saw a lot of deep space totems on the way here......

"This is Kakosha."

Like an elder, Ah Ling raised her hand and touched Qiao Youning's head.

"It's our home, too."

……

In the secret realm where Chen Jing is located...... Oh no, that's supposed to be the place of memory that Mr. Book led him to.

In a word.

When Chen Jing regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a golden grassland, and not far away was a group of strange-looking ...... who were gnawing on grass Sheep?

"Dog mongrel!"

Hearing this angry shout that suddenly came from behind him, Chen Jing subconsciously turned around to see which beast was so rude.

But at the moment he turned his head.

With an extremely sharp cracking sound, the long whip in someone's hand was whipped in his face.

"???"

Chen Jing instinctively covered his face, only to feel that his left eye seemed to have lost vision, and he couldn't see anything for a moment.

Rely on the only remaining right eye.

Chen Jing vaguely saw a tall stranger standing beside him, and the long whip in his hand was full of barbs, and near the front of the whip, there seemed to be a cracked and deflated ...... on the barbed Eyeball.

"Fuck you!" Chen Jing covered his eyes in pain, only to feel a warm touch coming from his palm.

Take a look at it.

Only then did he realize that his hands were full of blood.

With the residual temperature of the human body, there is also a strong fishy smell.

A blood he had never seen before, as colored as gold!

(End of chapter)