Zhou Yang's diary ended here, and there was no more record after that.

This original traverser predecessor should not have time to write any more diaries, the army has already reached the city gate, and he will soon be dismantled in seven pieces, and then suppressed under the headquarters of the Seven Orthodox Churches.

Ron's eyes twitched slightly.

Zhou Yang actually said that those gods were puppets?

There is a heartbeat, a breath, and a soul, but only a self-will is missing.

Thinking of it again, the old dragons who Ifrit said before had no respect for the gods, only fear, and they were afraid of the power of the gods.

Perhaps, these so-called gods were created by fate and used exclusively on the battlefield as killing machines?

Ron's eyes lit up, and his thoughts involuntarily continued to extend along this speculation, it is very likely that the gods were really created by the existence who controls fate, and the purpose of creating these gods is only one, that is, to maintain fate.

The meaning of their existence seems to be somewhat similar to that of the Andrea family and the so-called guardians of destiny, except that they are dealing with more powerful beings.

It is precisely by relying on these powerful killing machines that fate was able to start a war eight thousand years ago, without the need to cause a war at all, and kill the first disobedient Zhou Yang, so that fate can return to what he thinks is the right track.

The war ended, and the Dragons replaced the Dusk as the masters of the world.

But has the world changed for the better?

No, the dragons are more greedy than the Dusk, they ask for more.

Free medical care, free learning, and equal status no longer exist, and the entire world's population has been lost by nearly eighty percent because of this war, and even slavery, which was once abolished by Zhou Yang, has reappeared.

It was also this war that led to the death of a large number of killing machines revered as gods.

But are they really dead?

Not necessarily.

Whether it is faith or the influence of other forces, in short, these slain gods have come back to life one after another, and not only have they been resurrected, but they have even given birth to self-consciousness and become truly independent individuals.

It is precisely because of this that there are Seleos, the goddess of dawn, Ostara, the god of blood and destruction, the god of plague and calamity, and so on......

And the dragon gods, the gods of the undead, judging from the broken images, they should still be in a state of incomplete resurrection.

The existence that manipulates fate is definitely not a repairman, the repairman is more like a hand for this person, this mysterious existence, will naturally perceive these resurrected gods. It seems that he wants to put the shackles on these gods again, and let them turn them back into tools of killing under his control, which naturally provokes the revolt of the gods who have become self-conscious.

In a place where there is no record at all, it is very likely that there was a fierce and bloody conflict between these resurrected gods and the beings who ruled their fate.

As a result of the conflict, the mysterious and powerful being was unable to regain control of the gods he had created, but the fate of these gods was also quite bad.

Seleos may have been seriously wounded, and after a thousand years of silence, he fell completely.

Ostara is trapped on top of the Chaos Stone.

As for the other gods, they have basically lost the ability to interfere with the Nether.

Most importantly, looking at the stars in the sky above the Soul Boat, the number of gods who participated in this conflict and completely fell is probably hundreds of times more exaggerated than Ron imagined.

Ron closed the last journal as well.

He has deep sympathy for Zhou Yang's predecessors, who have been craftsmen for hundreds of years, and this craft is estimated to have been tempered to the extreme, invincible in the world, and can perform fancy **!

Speaking of which, Zhou Yang's predecessors also arranged two personal guards, the magician Gandalf, and the fox girl White Pheasant, to leave ahead of schedule.

These two people, I don't know if they are still alive?

Soon Ron smiled wryly and shook his head, this was really too much.

Even if Gandalf and the White Bird were able to avoid the influence of the repairman to restrain the worldline, they were always free from illness and disaster.

But 8,000 years ago, a human being, a fox girl, did not have such a long lifespan, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to live until now.

The diary yielded a lot of useful information, and it took Ron a long time to digest it, and after his mind finally calmed down, Ron came to the next door again.

Bai Yuan's absorption of the Angel's Heart had reached its peak, and the aura on her body had gradually become more powerful, and it was obvious that she had reached the critical moment of breaking through the Legendary-level Seven Stars.

Ron just glanced at it, and didn't stay too long, his body was sitting at the door, vigilantly sensing the movement around him, now that Bai Yuan had reached a critical moment, he couldn't be disturbed in the slightest.

Their luck was not bad, although there were once trialists who entered the library, but as soon as they saw a layer of chaotic books and collapsed bookshelves, they knew that this place had been taken first.

Although he was full of scolding, he was not willing to continue to waste time in such a place, after all, there were many treasures in the Dusk Temple.

Even if the area here is very large, but so many people have been looking for it for so long, I am afraid that there are fewer and fewer treasures left.

However, even at this time, Ron still didn't show the slightest urgency, and still said that until the end, no matter how much treasure you get, it may not be your own.

Glancing at Bai Yuan, who was practicing, Ron slowly took out something from the storage ring.

It was a stone slab.

The second Chaos Stone Tablet obtained from the Coiling Dragon Pillar.

Ever since Ron got his hands on the slate, he hadn't had time to study it.

On the one hand, time is tight and there is not much to spare.

On the other hand, the slate was like a forced shog into his arms, which made Ron feel quite uncomfortable, and he didn't want to be someone else's pawn.

But at this moment, Bai Yuan was absorbing the Angel's Heart, and Ron really had nothing to do, so he took out the stone tablet and prepared to study it a little.

Just like when he first touched the Chaos Slate, Ron could feel a thud in his brain as soon as he touched his fingers.

There seemed to be a myriad of noisy voices echoing in my ears.

The voice was so chaotic, and worst of all, it seemed to contain all kinds of strange powers, and even with Ron's current strength, it was difficult to hear what kind of message the voice was trying to convey.

It's just that now Ron's realm has improved, and his mental strength is not the same as before, although the noisy whispering makes Ron a little uncomfortable, but it is not as uncomfortable as at the beginning.

There is no half-written record on this chaotic stone tablet, and the whole thing is more like a painting carved by someone with a knife at random.

It's just that the content inside the painting is quite strange.

At a glance, it is gray and black, like layers of rolling dark clouds, inexplicably revealing a kind of depression that makes it difficult to breathe.

If you look closely, there are also several untimely lines that pass through the dark clouds, forcibly dividing the clouds into several different areas.

Underneath the dark clouds, there are also chaotic lines, which look like storm-ravaged seas, and there are some strange patches on the sea.

Ron's brow furrowed, but it was hard to see anything else from these strange traces alone, but there was nothing other than that.

He had tried to infiltrate his own magic to see if there was anything else hidden on the slate, but after the magic seeped in, there was no response, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

Ron was a little curious, this slate is completely different from the first slate, the first slate, after touching it, quickly entered the Soul Boat, I thought that this slate could also bring some special surprises, but now what's going on?

He looked at the slate over and over again, and suddenly his hand stopped.

After squatting for a few seconds, my fingers carefully adjusted the angle on the slate on the table, and when I lowered my gaze from the oblique side, the strange patches carved on the slate, and the strange lines in the clouds, were connected in an incredible way.

Those patches, like lumps of stains, can even make people feel irritating at a glance.

But at this moment, when Ron lowered his gaze and looked from the side of the oblique angle, the patches actually came together in an incredible way.

Ron's spirit grew more and more focused.

Suddenly, his eyes lit slightly, and at the moment when Ron's mind was concentrated to a certain extent, the lump of stains on the stone slab actually began to squirm slowly.

It's like a drop of ink that gradually melts on the surface of the water.

The wriggling stain gradually coalesced into a pattern, which was a ...... Head.

A rugged head.

Most of his body was already submerged in the ocean, and his body seemed to be struggling desperately in the water.

Ron's consciousness could even perceive the scene below the sea, and slender, colorful sea snakes swam from all directions, wrapping around the man's legs, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free from the water.

That picture is weird and eerie to the extreme.

The first chapter is delivered.

(End of chapter)