Zhang Ang opened his eyes again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He let out a long breath, shook his somewhat swollen, groggy head, and sat up cross-legged again, quietly, without saying a word.

He's combing through what he's learned from the Temple of the God of War.

In that temple of the god of war, there was indeed a superiorless martial canon, which was not written in words, but was displayed in forty-nine relief drawings.

The forty-nine reliefs are exquisitely carved, depicting a god in strange armor and a mask on his face, riding a monster that looks like a dragon and not a dragon through countless heavy skies, fighting, cultivating, and finally returning to the Nine Heavens and shattering the entire process of the void.

Moreover, these forty-nine relief drawings still have the breath left by the "Heavenly God", which is his indelible martial will to fight for 10,000 years.

Although it is easy to say, in fact, the content on each picture is very complicated, mysterious, and very difficult to understand.

Therefore, even if Zhang Ang has deeply engraved these forty-nine blessing statues in his mind, it will take a long time to understand them thoroughly and cultivate them.

Just in case, he still teleported out first, and then went into retreat and cultivation later.

After thinking quietly for a while, he wanted to get up and get out of bed and go to Charlottenburg Palace to have a look.

Suddenly, Zhang Ang felt that something was not quite right, he felt that his body was very weak, without a trace of strength, and if he explored the dantian again, the internal qi in it would also be exhausted, as if there was a big war and it was all used up.

What's the matter? I've only been in the Temple of the God of War for a few months, and according to the rate of time in the Xuanwu Temple, it's only a few hours, so how could my body be as weak as it is now? Could it be that teleporting into the Temple of the God of War is consumed? But why didn't I feel it inside?

Just as he was thinking, a man opened the door and walked in.

It was Albert, and he still held a small saucer in his hand, which exuded a faint wheat aroma, as if it had been made of wheat flour, a thin noodle soup.

Seeing Zhang Ang sitting on the plate, Albert's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly put the noodle soup on the cabinet next to him, and asked with concern, "You finally woke up, how do you feel?"

"Finally woke up, what do you mean?" Zhang Ang had some guesses, but he was not sure.

He hurriedly looked around, yes, he was still in the small bungalow by the river, and he was still sitting on the bed in the bedroom on the side of the river in the small bungalow, but the furniture in the room was a little different...... Moreover, it seems to be even more old!

Albert's face was complicated: "Hey, you're already unconscious...... It's been almost three and a half years!"

Three and a half years?

Zhang Ang was taken aback, how could it be three and a half years? Even if the time passage in the God of War Temple was not synchronized with the Xuanwu Palace, and I had only been in it for a few months, how could it be three and a half years? Could it be that the speed of time in the God of War Temple was not only different from the Xuanwu Palace, but also slower than reality? One month inside was equal to one year outside? How was this possible?

Seeing the surprise on Zhang Ang's face, Albert sighed: "Hey, back then, you suddenly fell into a coma, no matter how you screamed, you couldn't wake up, Adolf and they also hired famous doctors everywhere to treat you, but the doctors were helpless, and in the end, they even invited the healing priest of the Holy See, but they were useless at all......

"So, you've been taking care of me?" Zhang Ang couldn't help but interrupt him, his throat a little hoarse.

"Hmm...... It's not all me, either...... Susan and Tommy sometimes come, as well as some of the royal doctors of the palace, Adolf, Arnold, and they ......" paused, and Albert said: "You also know, your identity is not ordinary, and you can't make a big show, so all the people who come are acquaintances." Moreover, in order to confuse those who have ill intentions, we have always announced that you are in retreat, so the news of your coma has not spread too widely. ”

"That's it......" Zhang Ang only felt a little panicked in his heart, this awakening, more than three years have passed, which makes him a little confused.

"Oh, by the way, why did you fall into a coma back then? Did you go crazy with your practice?" asked Albert as he lifted the plate over again, and reflexively wanted to feed it to Zhang Ang.

"No, no, I'll do it myself. Zhang Ang hurriedly took the plate and explained roughly while eating: "Hey, that's a long story, it's not a madman, you can treat it as a martial arts that can only be practiced in your sleep......"

After racking his brains to explain for a long time, Zhang Ang reluctantly persuaded Albert not to ask in detail.

After eating something and meditating to recover some of the true qi in the dantian, Zhang Ang asked again: "Has anything major happened in the past few years? For example, how is the situation in Jerusalem?"

"I don't know over there in Jerusalem. After thinking about it, Albert replied, "If Germany is concerned, it seems that there have been several battles......

"Fighting, with whom, England, or France?" Zhang Ang hurriedly asked, "Why did you fight?" to help Queen Elizabeth restore the country?"

"I don't know...... Albert looked a little embarrassed: "I don't go out very often, and most of the food and daily necessities are brought in every day...... This ......"

Zhang Ang understood what he meant, Albert was naturally a big smug, liked to drink and make friends, and inquired about all kinds of news, but since he practiced "Sunflower", his personality has changed by 180 degrees, and he has directly become a lady who does not go out of the door, is taciturn, and is rarely willing to deal with people.

Feeling that he was almost recovered, Zhang Ang got out of bed, stood up, looked at the sky outside, and said to Albert: "Hey, you have worked hard in the past few years...... I went to the palace and came back in the evening. ”

After three and a half years of sleeping, Zhang Ang is now eager to know the situation outside, what is the development of Germany now, what happened to those battles? And Jerusalem, what was the final result of the Ark of the Covenant Incident? Were those major forces really wiped out by St. John alone? And did the Minister Himmler who had been sent out come back?

went straight out, in order not to make a big noise, Zhang Ang did not choose to fly, but walked to Charlottenburg Palace.

"Participation...... Chief of Staff ...... "The guards froze one by one.

Matt...... Master Matt...... "The officials opened their mouths wide.

"Who is this? Why do you all salute?" asked the newcomers blankly as they couldn't figure out what was going on

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Zhang Ang went all the way unimpeded and came directly to the top floor of Charlottenburg Palace, in front of Adolf's Führer's office.

Stopping the report of the secretary next to him, and waving off the chief guard at the door, Zhang Ang opened the door and walked in directly.