It was as if a piece of glass had been smashed, and the pictures in front of him were shattered. Roddy seemed to be standing in the darkness, his mind was empty, but a huge question suddenly appeared in his heart!
Why?
Judging from these memory fragments, humans and dragons in ancient times were much stronger than they are today!
In ancient times, there were so many human masters on that city wall, each of them possessing the strength of a high-ranking warrior and a great knight! Such a powerful force, if it were placed in modern times... I am afraid it would have swept two continents long ago!
At least there are not that many masters among all human beings now.
Moreover, compared with the dragons in the memory fragment, the dragon warriors brought by Arslan were pitifully weak.
If these dragon warriors were as powerful as they were in ancient times, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be any scum left in my group today!
What is the reason that makes the races in this world seem to have weakened in strength?
As if responding to this question in his mind, Rody saw a bright light suddenly burst out in front of him!
Then another picture flashed before my eyes...
This picture seemed a little blurry. I could vaguely see a slender man in a daze facing a huge smooth boulder that looked like cold jade. Then he suddenly took out a book made of sheepskin from his arms. Completed book.
I saw a broken wooden stick that looked like a broken tree stick suddenly appeared in this man's hand. He used the end of the wooden stick to quickly write on the parchment booklet in front of him...
The tree stick seemed to have a strong magical light, and with every stroke of writing, silk threads appeared on the sheepskin. In the golden light, Rody couldn't see the words clearly at all, but he could faintly feel them. These words carved with magic marks carry a powerful wave of magic power...
Rody was curious and felt that the picture was getting blurry. He couldn't help but want to get closer and take a closer look. However, in this world of thoughts, he had no body. As soon as the thought came to my mind, it seemed that the scene was really getting closer. Rody was pleasantly surprised and was about to get closer, but the man who was copying quickly with a wooden stick suddenly exclaimed and raised his head alertly. He seemed to glare hard at Roddy.
"Is it you?" The man spoke clearly.
Rody was surprised again. The memory fragments he saw were all relatively messy and fragmented, and it was rare to hear such clear sounds. Rody's first reaction was that he thought the other party was talking to him.
Then the man's face became clearer and clearer. It was as if the fog that had shrouded his face gradually dissipated. Looking at that thin face, Rody actually felt a little familiar!
I saw this man looking at me coldly: "I didn't expect that Lord Dragon God of the Dragon Clan would also be interested in it?"
suddenly. His expression changed and he said sternly: "Don't come over!"
The man raised the stick-like wooden stick in his hand and quickly drank a magic spell from his mouth. A whoosh. A golden light shot out from the wooden staff. The golden light made Roddy's mind buzz, and the scene in front of him actually trembled violently.
It is conceivable that this scene must have been deeply impressed in the memory of this guy who calls himself Dragon God, otherwise the memory would not be so vivid.
I saw a black electric light shooting over, barely able to withstand the man's attack. Then the man holding the wooden staff swayed twice, but the wooden staff in his hand emitted an even stronger golden light.
Apparently, the master of memory. That is, the son of the dragon, the guy who calls himself the Dragon God, is fighting fiercely with the man holding the wooden stick. They seem to be fighting for the sheepskin book in the man's hand.
Finally, Rody suddenly heard a familiar voice, it was the voice of the guy who called himself Dragon God!
"Moses, do you want to betray God?!"
Moses! ! Rody's mind buzzed and he understood immediately! The man with the wooden staff was the first Pope, Moses! ! It was the old man Moses whom he had seen in his mind! ! No wonder he seems familiar to me!
And the wooden staff he held in his hand was indeed the Moses staff he had obtained! !
I saw the young Moses sneered: "God? How ridiculous. Is the son of the dragon really willing to become a servant of the gods? When the word "gods" comes from your mouth, it is really ridiculous. !”
With a bang, Moses took a step back again.
At this moment, a strong beam of light shot down from the sky! The beam of light was impartial and hit Moses! Moses screamed, and the wooden staff in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. His body trembled twice and he fell to his knees.
There seemed to be a deep, majestic and majestic voice in the sky.
"For blasphemy, I have given you a mouth that cannot speak, but if you speak, you will praise me!"
Seeing that Moses was struggling more and more fiercely, but with his mouth wide open, he couldn't say a word...
Moses' body disappeared without a trace in a burst of bright light. The son of the demon dragon, the Dragon God, smiled miserably, picked up the sheepskin booklet on the ground, and said with a smile: "Shenlu, Shenlu..."
But great changes happened again! I saw one hand holding the sheepskin book, but a golden flame suddenly appeared on the sheepskin book, burning the palm violently.
With a hoarse scream, the hand suddenly let go and threw the sheepskin book aside.
A sigh came from the sky, and the deep and majestic voice seemed to be somewhat helpless: "This thing can be sealed and indestructible. I grant it that it cannot see the sky, the earth, or people!"
What exactly is the Divine Record? What exactly is recorded on it
Why did I just think of that question? I just felt that the ancient humans and dragons were stronger than modern times, and then I immediately pulled out such a memory about the "Shenlu" in my mind
Could it be... Could it be that the weakening of humans and dragons has something to do with that "divine record"
Rody felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He could hardly help shouting: "Yes... it's like this! So it's like this!!"
Thinking of this, Rody concentrated all his energy and stared closely at the "Sacred Record" that fell to the ground. Suddenly, a ray of light shone from the sky, and Rody felt a sharp pain in his head. Then his eyesight went dark and he couldn't see anything anymore...
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"ah!!!"
Rody roared and suddenly struggled to sit up from his bed. His head was covered in cold sweat, his face was even redder, and his chest was heaving violently while breathing rapidly.
"Are you awake?" Old Mark's cold voice sounded beside the bed: "You have been asleep for a long time since you were unconscious."
"Coma?" Roddy's mind is still a little confused, and his mind seems to still have memory fragments of those heart-stirring scenes on the battlefield between gods and demons in ancient times.
Have you passed out
Rody felt a sharp pain in his head, but he could still remember that he seemed to have just killed the guy who claimed to be the Dragon God. Well, he was probably the other son of the dragon. Then it absorbed his spirit body and carried some of his memory fragments...
Speaking of which, the Demon Dragon had already killed two of his sons, Wu Ya from the mountain tribe in the southern part of the empire, and this guy who claimed to be the Dragon God. Rody let out a long breath and felt that every muscle in his body seemed to be sore.
"Does it hurt?" Old Mark seemed to be smiling bitterly: "Unfortunately, we don't have magicians now and can't perform healing techniques, so our injuries are treated with medicine. It's normal for you to feel pain."
"I...how long have I slept?" Rody felt his mouth was dry and bitter.
"Not long, two days." Old Mark raised two fingers: "Also, I want to tell you some good news. We are on the ship now."
As expected, Roddy could feel that the room seemed to be rising and falling faintly, and it seemed to be in a cabin. He felt a little sore between his brows: "Where are the others? Where's Seth? Where's Miaosi? They..."
"The good news is that they are all alive and on this boat." Old Mark shrugged his shoulders, with no expression on his old face: "The bad news is that that damn combination magic has some tricks. Up to now, Your lover who likes to wear black gauze can't get out of bed and can't even stand up, and of course, that sow is about the same."
"Sow... wait, you mean Princess Ruolan? You... you took her away too?" Rody's eyes widened.
"It was my idea." Seth's voice came from the door of the dim cabin: "Obviously, not only the temple wants our lives, but King Sauron also has no good intentions... So, with this princess, at least It can guarantee our safety, and we don’t need to be afraid of the temple on the sea, but at the same time, Sauron’s navy rules the sea!”
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On the main peak of the temple, on the top of the tallest tower, the huge bell that had not rung for many years suddenly made a loud buzzing sound, and then large groups of holy knights rushed up from the hanging ladder. This giant golden bell for emergency summons is only allowed to be rung at the most important moments of the temple.
Countless knights in bright armor stood around the square under the temple, flags fluttering, and their murderous aura made the original sacred solemnity even more shocking...
Although these fast-trained knights gathered together seriously and nervously, most of them still had some doubts in their eyes.
The golden bell that hadn't sounded for hundreds of years was suddenly rung. What big thing happened
Could it be that... war has been declared