Huh, evil god?

What bullshit.

What is suppressed here is his seniors, his fellow countrymen, and Zhou Yang's head.

Ron's fingers couldn't help but clench, it's not enough to kill, but he still has to divide the body into seven parts, suppress it in the headquarters of the Seven Orthodox Churches, and never be able to live forever?

Archibald's predecessors, is this also the end?

If your own strength reaches a certain level, will you also face such a result?

Ron didn't know Zhou Yang, and he hadn't met or spoken to Zhou Yang at all, and they didn't have any other relationship except for his fellow countrymen.

But even so, Ron still felt as if there was a fire in his chest, unable to vent, and depressed and uncomfortable.

Ron walked towards the huge box.

"Sir, beware of the polluted ...... of the evil gods," came Christian's slightly worried voice from behind.

"Evil God ......" Ron pursed his lips, and after a few seconds, he took a deep breath: "Christian, do you know what exactly is stored in the magic box?" ”

"Isn't it an evil god?" Christian didn't know why Ron was asking such an IQ question, she had said the word evil god more than once before.

"No, it's a person ...... who is being imprisoned inside."

Christian's pupils behind Ron's side suddenly contracted, and it was obvious that a wave had set off in her heart at this moment.

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn has been passed down for thousands of years, and they all know that there is a suppression of evil gods in it, but now Ron actually said that there is a person inside.

Ron didn't care about Christian's shock, his eyes were still staring at the magic box in front of him, as if talking to himself, as if he was telling Christian: "A man who is very strong, so strong that the gods are bound ......"

"This man's head, to be exact."

I don't know if it's because of Ron's slightly suppressed tone, Christian only felt a layer of goosebumps on his body.

The shock in the heart is also getting stronger and stronger, a person who can be strong enough to let the gods tie their hands? Is there really such a powerful existence in this world?

And in this, it's just a head?

And the rest of his body...... Could it be that it is a seal in another church?

The clever Christian easily thought of this, he couldn't imagine how exaggerated the strength of this being was, and how worthy of such caution it was.

"Who is it?"

"Archibald the Blasphemer?"

"Sage Partridge?"

Christian subconsciously said, all she could think of, there were only those who had surpassed the limits of human beings, but soon, she shook her head, no, the time is not right.

These two existed thousands of years ago, and this magic box appeared when the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was established.

"No, it's not them, it's an earlier being, that's ...... The last Dusk King, he eliminated the identity of the slaves of the major races of humans, elves, orcs, and dragons, and promoted the development of the world, the number of intelligent life on the Dusk Continent, under his command, the Dusk Continent reached unprecedented prosperity, the number of dragons of that year, the number of more than 100,000, and the number of humans exceeded 200,000......"

Ron muttered, Christie listened quietly, the shock in her heart grew stronger, why, this is different from the history she read, the last Twilight King, isn't that a cruel bloodthirsty, tyrannical, murderous, baby-feeding tyrant?

Is there something wrong with Ron's description, or is there something wrong with the history she accepts?

Christian swallowed silently: "In that case, why is he still surrounded and suppressed by the major races?" ”

Ron scoffed, "The major races? In fact, at that time, there were far more people in the major races who supported the last Dusk King than rebelled...... If it weren't for the end of the gods, the position of the Dusk Dynasty would not be able to be shaken. ”

"Then, why is there still a rebellion, and why is he still dead?"

"Because this rebellion is the arrangement of fate, he is also destined to die at that moment."

Ron said slowly, his tone was calm and depressed, and after a long time, he slowly turned to look at Christian: "Will you continue to try to break free from the shackles on your body?" ”

Christian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that the shackles in Ron's mouth were the presence she felt that afternoon, and it was quite appropriate: "Yes!" ”

"Well, congratulations, when you break the shackles, you may be treated in the same way."

Her face turned pale.

The indescribable fear made Christian's body tremble: "Could it be that he ...... because he broke those shackles?"

"No, it's because I don't want a second him to appear, that's why those shackles appeared!"

Ron shook his head, corrected the error in Christian's words, and then looked up to the sky, although only black stones and soil could be seen above his head: "Some beings don't want too powerful beings to appear in the Dusk Continent, so he used those shackles to block the potential of all living beings in the Dusk Continent...... The legendary-level nine stars are the limit of what we can reach. ”

"So far, for 8,000 years, there are only two people who have been able to break through this limit, the blasphemer and the sage."

Ron wasn't going to tell Christian so much content, but as Christian's fate is gradually rewritten, sooner or later he will be targeted, so it's better to tell this and let Christian prepare in advance.

With that, Ron left Christian alone, trembling at his words.

It will take Christian a long time to digest the contents of these words.

Ron took the opportunity to walk in front of the box.

It was quiet.

The restlessness, roaring, roaring and erosion that Christian describes are completely absent.

Silently, Ron raised his right hand and landed on the bronze box.

The tentacles are cold.

Other than that, there is no other special feeling.

There is no erosion, there is no so-called pollution, it is quiet.

Slowly, Ron tried to infiltrate a wisp of his own psychic sense.

This process is not easy, although this magic box looks like bronze, but in fact, I don't know what material it is forged from, and it has a very strong isolation ability for spiritual sense.

Spiritual consciousness wanders in the magic box, which is particularly obscure and difficult, as if moving forward in muddy water.

I don't know how long it took, but Ron felt a sudden emptiness in front of him, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness suddenly entered a wide area.

It's like an extra universe with no boundaries in sight.

All around was a rich pitch black, without the slightest luster, and only in the most central area of this space could you see a huge head.

That head, like a hill bag.

So much so that Ron felt like he was about to become a dwarf.

Chains, like giant pythons, passed through the skull, drilled out of the ears and eyes, and the sticky blood was constantly falling down the place where the chains pierced.

And around this head, Ron could even feel the intensity, the mixture.

This skull is still alive.

Although there was only one head left, and although it was still suppressed by a terrible seal, on this head, Ron did feel the breath of life.

Of course, for this huge head, there is still the breath of life, which is not necessarily a good thing, at least the taste of pain is by no means endurable by ordinary people.

To live, perhaps, is also punishment.

A punishment of 8,000 years.

As Ron stared at the skull in front of him, the skull in front of him seemed to sense something, and his eyelids trembled, as if he had suddenly come to life.

He wanted to open his eyes, but because of his eyes, he was pierced by chains, but Ron could clearly feel that the two eyes fell on him.

"Huh?"

It didn't take long for the huge lips to make a sound like thunder, as if they didn't expect that there would be human consciousness to enter this magic box.

On an ordinary person, it may be just a slight and even inaudible movement, but for the head in front of him, the movement is not much different from a volcanic eruption.

Thankfully, his mouth wasn't chained through, so he was still able to speak.

After a short silence, the sound of the urn was heard again: "How many years is Yikun year?" ”

(End of chapter)