Chapter 257 messenger

This time the lunch was quite satisfactory, there was neither grilled turtle nor turtle soup.

Achilles’ research on history and mythology can be traced back to before the arrival of the gods. Chen Luo hoped to get more information about the gods from him.

“Before the gods came, the ancestors used many kinds of languages. After the gods came, they unified the script of the continent, which led to the loss of the script before the gods. Up to now, the history before the gods has been unearthed.”

“Although the gods have not shown traces since ancient times, whether they are magicians or wizards, when they advance to the holy rank, they will feel the existence of the magic gods or the goddess of darkness, which means that they are still there, maybe In the realm of the gods, maybe somewhere else.”

“The gods of magic and the goddess of darkness are mortal enemies. In ancient times, there seemed to be a war between the gods, and the result was that the goddess of darkness was defeated. I don’t know if the goddess of wisdom participated in this war, but since then, the mainland has never appeared again. After the news of the Goddess of Wisdom, there are no miracles, no temples, I guess, she may have fallen…”

Chen Luo looked at Achilles and said, “All the ancient books in the mainland have never described the war of the gods.”

Achilles said: “I once found a slate in an ancient ruin, and there is an ancient script different from the common language on the slate. Over the years, I have been trying to decipher them and have gained a lot. ”

After reading many ancient books that existed for a long time, Chen Luo also realized that the history of the gods seemed to be deliberately hidden.

I am afraid that only those words that have died have a small amount of records.

Chen Luo murmured: “In the battle of the gods, the goddess of darkness fails, the goddess of wisdom falls, will the gods fall too?”

“This is just my guess.” Achilles said: “If the gods can descend or wake up in the descendants with their blood, then they should take the soul or spirit as the main body. Only the death of the soul and spirit is the real thing. fall.”

This speculation is not difficult to understand.

To a certain extent, Chen Luo’s soul or spirit occupied Blair’s body, allowing him to survive as another person.

It’s just that, it’s obviously not a good thing for the so-called descendants of gods.

Their own will may be devoured and their bodies occupied.

Before leaving, Achilles reminded him: “It is not so easy to build a city of peace. History tells us that the temple is not as simple as it seems…”

The Koblenz family has a long history, and Achilles is a scholar specializing in history. Chen Luo always felt that he still knew a lot of things he didn’t know.

He couldn’t help asking one more question: “What kind of not simple?”

Achilles said: “Although the gods haven’t come for a long time, they occasionally send messengers. In history, there have been several times when the strength of wizards has reached its peak, surpassing the sum of the four temples, but in the end they are all within a very short period of time. Destroyed in time, in these wars, there are shadows of ‘Messengers’.”

This can’t help but remind Chen Luo of the messengers of the wizards. According to Achilles, the strength of the gods’ messengers should be far superior to the ordinary holy magicians or holy wizards, but since they have the ability to destroy the wizards, why not just cut the grass and root out the roots , in order to avoid future troubles…

These days, the situation on the mainland seems calm, but in fact it has become more and more complicated.

Thinking of Isabella and Teacher Britney who left, Chen Luo suddenly felt even more headache.

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Os Empire, Temple of Earth.

Affected by the sage Blair, the number of people calling for peace on the mainland increased sharply, and even the wizards were affected, which made the wizards have to slow down their actions, and the temple was able to breathe for a short time.

The high priest recalled several priests who were guarding outside, and the temple was under martial law, as if something important happened.

Deep in the temple, on an altar several feet high, the high priest looked at McClane and asked, “Have you really thought about it?”

McClain knelt in the center of the altar, with a firm look in his eyes, and said, “Let’s start.”

The few priests, including Theodore, who stayed in the hall, all turned their attention to McClane on the altar.

When a great magus is promoted to a holy magistrate, there is a great possibility of death, and a great possibility of falling into madness. There are many great magisters on the mainland who are qualified for promotion, but do not have the courage to be promoted.

Without the favor and blessings of the gods, McClain has only two outcomes, madness, or death.

This was most likely the last time they saw Priest McClane.

The high priest looked at the altar and whispered, “Let’s start.”

He and the other five priests stood at the six corners of the altar respectively, their lips trembling and their gestures changed rapidly.

On the altar, the earth elements began to gather frantically, but they did not condense into substance. McClain knelt on the altar, bathed in the rich magic elements, crossed his hands on his chest, and muttered reverently: “Great God of magic, please hear the prayers of your devout followers…”

The elements of the earth continued to condense, gradually losing sight of McClane’s figure on the altar, and a thick layer of earth cocoon gradually encased him in it.

The priests have stopped magic, but the earth element is still condensing.

With McClane as the center, a storm of elements erupted on the altar.

Several priests quickly retreated under the altar, their faces became solemn, and their eyes were fixed on the center of the altar.

The cocoon of the elements is getting thicker and thicker, and it seems that even the surrounding space is affected. The entire altar, in their eyes, is seriously distorted.

At a certain moment, the elemental storm suddenly stopped, and the sense of space distortion disappeared in an instant.

The altar was restored to its original state, with only a huge earth cocoon standing there.

Everyone’s eyes are focused on the cocoon~www.readmtl.com~ Kacha!

Not long after, a crisp sound suddenly came from their ears.

Above the cocoon in the center of the altar, a crack appeared.

The cracks got bigger and bigger, and began to fill the entire soil cocoon with cracks. In the end, the entire soil cocoon collapsed with a loud noise.

In the center of the altar, a figure appeared.

McClain has changed from kneeling to standing. He ignored the priests present, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, “What a terrible place…”

As the voice fell, his body gradually exuded a powerful breath.

Everyone present, including the high priest, only felt that their spiritual power seemed to be suppressed, and lowered their heads unconsciously.

A priest looked at McClane and murmured, “Priest McClane, you, you succeeded?”

“McLan…” The figure nodded and said to himself, “Is it his name?”

The high priest had a vigilant look on his face, and looked at him with stern eyes, “You, you are not McClane, who are you!”

When several priests heard the words, their expressions changed, and they began to condense magic elements.

However, when they tried to do so, they found that the magical elements of this space were not under their control at all, including the high priest of the Holy Magister Realm.

This is not a gap in mental power, but a crushing at the rule level.

‘Mclan’ glanced at them and said, “Perhaps, you can call me a messenger.”