Chapter 34: From Antiquity
The gravel scimitar, in the end, fell.
Rumble!
There is no other reason, just to vent anger.
But for Evan Lindsay, who had regained consciousness, he had already figured out the principle of the gravel scimitar, so it was not a matter of effort.
What's more, his body is also wrapped with the "black cloth"-like armed color domineering, which makes him even more injure.
"Tsk...... Ahem! β
Klockdahl barely caught his breath, and after a long pause, he finally coughed a few times.
A few green tendons erupted on his forehead, and every word was spoken heavily, and he was already gritting his teeth.
"I want you to give me an 'explanation.'"
ββ¦β¦β
Lindsay thought for a moment and replied, "Because you have a 'he must have other plans' expression." β
ββ¦β¦β
"Do I have one?"
"Yes."
β¦β¦
The sand and dust overflowed, and then gradually subsided.
The expected battle did not break out, but the entire chamber was crumbling due to Klockdal's previous onslaught, which had destroyed the entire chamber's infrastructure.
Boom Rumble......
Seeing that the chamber was about to collapse, Ikalem beckoned everyone to evacuate as soon as possible.
Cobra and five others were in front, followed by Lindsay and Klockdahl.
As for the historical text, it was allowed to be buried in the ground.
Klockdahl didn't try to take it away either, as it was nothing more than a solid stone until the interpreter was found.
Now that we know its exact whereabouts, it's safer to put it underground.
And now, more questions are hanging over Klockdahl's mind, and he'll have to take the time to sort them out.
The first is Evan Lindsay's "mutation"!
β¦β¦
On the way out of the chamber, Klockdahl took a closer look at Lindsay.
The body is still that body, and the clothes are still those clothes.
The only and biggest difference from before was that he had a lot of black fabric wrapped around his body.
It's a bit like a bandage, and the whole thing is tattered.
But regardless of the form of expression, Klockdahl can be sure that its essence must be armed and domineering!
The entity's armament is domineering?
Klockdahl couldn't understand.
But as she walked, Lindsay seemed to feel that the black fabric on her face was in the way, so she ripped it off and threw it aside.
Before they could hit the ground, the black fabric that had detached from Lindsay drifted away in the wind, leaving no trace.
Well, it doesn't seem to be a real "entity", just an approximation.
It's a very special kind of armed color domineering......
Klockdahl silently wrote it all down.
β¦β¦
After a short time, everyone left the ground, and the secret room behind them collapsed completely.
"Ancestors, please forgive your sins."
After all, it was a former royal legacy, and five people including Kobra saluted the relics to mourn.
But Kobra didn't blame Klockdahl in the slightest.
Regardless of the purpose, when the mutation occurred, it was Klockdahl who stopped everyone and resisted most of the risks.
And as the king of the Seven Martial Seas, he is also a former pirate, and Klockdahl did not pass on the whereabouts of the historical text, which is also a good thing.
After all, even if the Chamber of Secrets hadn't collapsed, there was a high probability that Kobra would have ordered someone to fill it in in order to bury the secrets of the place once and for all.
The text of history is a taboo for world government, and the risks to Alabastan are too great for Kobra to guard.
But it is worth mentioning that as a short "adventure", this operation is very interesting, even fantastic!
The "friend" brought by Klockdahl was actually "integrated" into the historical text, and even his body underwent some kind of abnormality.
Who the hell is he?
What's going on?
β¦β¦
What's going on?
Lindsay also saluted the royal legacy, and then sat cross-legged on the sand dunes beside her, looking up at Crocodall.
He actually wanted to answer Klockdahl's question:
"What the hell is going on?"
ββ¦β¦β
Lindsay carefully recalled the scene just now.
The moment he stepped into Alabastan, he could feel that something was "attracting" him in the direction of the royal capital, Arubana.
It's not a physiological attraction, it's more like the kind of predestined calling, which is caused by fate.
And the moment the door of the secret room was opened, and everyone stepped into it, that feeling deepened even more, forcing Lindsay to step forward and reach out to the historical text!
Initially, it was just a cold touch.
But when Lindsay fully stretched out his hand, it was as if he had touched some kind of liquid, and the whole person was directly submerged in it!
In an instant, countless speculations flashed through Lindsay's mind.
He was once part of an ancient stone tablet, but he was soaked in the liquid of the Devil Fruit and was finally able to move freely.
And the people who forged him are also the Guangyue clan who forged the text of history!
In other words, the "material" that made up Lindsay's original text is the same as the historical text, and it is exactly the same!
Is it for this reason? Or is there something else?
All in all, Lindsay felt herself in a state of "superposition" with the historical text, and then her consciousness immersed herself in it, and she felt something more......
It was a memory.
β¦β¦
I don't know what year or month.
In short, there was such a young man, with a weathered face and a hammer and chisel in his hand, appeared in front of "Lindsay".
The chisel was placed on the surface of Lindsay's body and fell with a hammer, carving Lindsay's body.
An inexplicable liquid dripped on Lindsay's body.
Blood? Sweat? Tear?
Probably both.
The young man's voice trembled, and he roared something, and the picture was blurry and inrecent.
It seemed like a second, and it seemed like years.
Lindsay tried to listen, and finally barely heard some vague words.
ββ¦β¦β
"Is everything that 'God' has done right?"
"Those people call themselves 'gods,' and they don't want to be human anymore!"
ββ¦β¦β
"It's God's rules that cause suffering, but why should we blame each other and not question God?"
ββ¦β¦β
"Uhh
The young man roared loudly, and he could no longer see his face clearly, but he was still roaring, still wielding hammers and chisels, still bleeding, tears and sweat.
"If being an enemy of God is 'evil,' then I'd rather worship 'demons.'"
ββ¦β¦β
β¦β¦
This is the end of the blurred picture.
Lindsay only felt something rush over, he subconsciously grabbed it, and then saw the scene in front of him.
It's Klockdahl, and Kobra in the distance......
Their faces were full of astonishment, as if they were wary of Evan Lindsay.
So Lindsay thought about it, and thenβ
"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"
"This is it!"
"Finally, I've finally gained this power!"
ββ¦β¦β
Lindsay's memories ended, and he shrugged his shoulders towards Crookdale.
"That's about it."
He wasn't hiding anything, because for Lindsay, it didn't make sense.
ββ¦β¦β
Hearing this, Klockdahl pondered for a moment, "So, your last sentence was a whim?" β
Lindsey nodded.
Rumble!
Another blow of the gravel scimitar slashed down, and Lindsey broke it up with two fingers.
Klockdahl breathed a little bit of a sigh of relief, and then changed his mind and continued to ask:
"So, what the hell are you doing?"
ββ¦β¦β
Lindsay casually ripped off a piece of black fabric from her body, then watched it drift away in the wind, and replied:
"It's armed and domineering."
Klockdahl frowned, of course he knew that it was a domineering armed color, but it was the first time he had seen such a special alien armed color!
"But ......"
Before Klockdahl could ask any further questions, Lindsey added:
"It seems that when forging the text of history, the domineering used by the ancientsβ"
"Ancient armed color domineering."
As soon as this remark came out, it aroused some interest in Klockdahl.
But then, Lindsay made a move and said another sentence that made Klockdahl shiver.
Lindsay's fingers swiped in the air, pulling out a small piece of black rag.
Lindsey said:
"I'm about, did I know a little bit?"
β¦β¦