In the northeast of the former Tanya, in a large dense forest close to the sea, in the forest of the underground entrance to the bottom of the world.
Among the large dense forest, there is a lonely town with few people.
Looking from above, the town is like an irregular yellow spot in the dense sea of trees like a green ocean, which is clearly visible.
There is no one in the whole town, surrounded by dense vines and grass. From a distance, the houses and buildings in the town seem to be covered with a layer of green slime, and some of them are still flowing down the eaves.
Walking in and looking, there are countless dense green moss and vines, and some long leafy ivy hanging down from the eaves.
Garen, dressed in pitch black, walked slowly in the town.
This was once the entrance and exit to the underground world. Countless totem masters entered and exited here to form a prosperous trade and resource exchange town.
But now, here is just a barren ruins.
He walked slowly along the streets of the town. From time to time, there was a slight movement among the clusters of dense bushes and grass on the street, as if something small was running quickly.
The overcast sky was covered with clouds, as if it might rain at any moment.
Garen looked up at the sky, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly towards a house on the left with some tattered cloth banners.
There was something vaguely written on the big red banner, which could not be seen clearly, and a few unknown black reptiles crawled slowly on it.
The whole house is still in good condition, but the doors and windows for entering and exiting are all broken.
Garen casually pushed open half of the door and walked into the room.
A big smell of mold got into his nose, the room was dark, and the ground was covered with green moss.
He has been in this town for three days and found nothing, but he still hasn't left here.
He did find the entrance to the ground, but unfortunately that entrance has been completely blocked. After digging for more than a day without any results, he gave up directly.
After wandering around the town for a few days, Garen himself didn't know what he was expecting, but he had a feeling that he seemed to be waiting for something, someone in tacit understanding. If that person is still alive.
It's been three days, and in another day, he will leave here. This is his plan.
Standing in the musty room, Garen stood at the door, looking up at the sky outside the door, his heart was peaceful.
Long.
A deep thunder came from the sky, and the sky was getting darker and darker.
"It's about to rain." Garen murmured unconsciously, as if he was talking to himself in this completely untouched place. It's like talking to someone else.
"Yeah, it's going to rain"
Suddenly, the same voice sounded from behind him.
Garen was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and a huge figure slowly appeared in the darkness deep in the room.
It was a gray-brown praying mantis about two meters tall.
A giant praying mantis dressed in human clothing. It just stood in the darkness, with only its head exposed, looking at Garen calmly.
"Garon, it's me."
Garen focused his eyes, and he recognized the voice. Although old and weak, it was exactly the same as the familiar voice back then.
"Sun God King"
This is the Lord of the Heavenly God Palace who they have experienced together in the shadow ruins.
Wow.
The heavy rain came down in an instant.
When he came back to his senses, one person and one praying mantis were already sitting side by side under the eaves outside the house, looking at the downpour less than one meter ahead.
The world seemed to be completely immersed in heavy rain for a moment, and nothing could be seen clearly. Only this house was the only shelter.
"I knew you would come." Mantis whispered, "I've known since the power of the totem began to dissipate."
Garen looked at the rain curtain and did not speak.
"It's a new era now." Mantis seemed to show a smiling expression, "It's a miracle that I, a creature of the old era, can survive to this extent."
"Where are your subordinates? Where have they all gone?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"They? Most of them have become ordinary beasts, and more have died of old age." The mantis replied flatly, "You know, many species of creatures don't have a long life span."
"If you also break through, can you continue to live like me?" Garen asked lightly.
"I don't know." The mantis raised the sickle arm slowly and hard, and gently scraped the mouthpiece, just like a real mantis. "Actually, I was about to die a few months ago. But my premonition tells me that some old people may come."
"So you have persisted until now?"
"Yes." The Heavenly God Palace Master looked at the rain curtain, without the slightest fear of facing death, but only calm.
"What do you want to tell me?" Garen was silent for a while.
"What do you want to say?" Mantis shook his head, "I have been to many places over the years, looking for all the traces of the old era. I have seen a lot and experienced a lot. But when the evil king died in front of me Suddenly, my heart was empty."
The broken red curtain hung down on the right side of the two, and was constantly shaken by the wind, making a soft twitching sound.
"It feels like I'm the only one in the whole world. It's really uncomfortable. There are people everywhere, but none of them are the same as me." Mantis grinned.
Garen didn't answer, but just watched it quietly.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the time is passing by every minute.
In the rain, one person and one praying mantis chat lightly, chatting about all kinds of encounters in the ruins, the most painful experiences, the most proud achievements, and all kinds of interesting things from childhood to adulthood.
At this moment, the two were like best friends who talked about everything. Most of the time, it was the mantis talking and Garen listening.
The wind is getting stronger, the rain is getting weaker, and the voice of the praying mantis is getting lower and lower.
When the rain stopped completely, the praying mantis no longer had a trace of life, lying quietly beside Garen, his body was already stiff and cold.
"Tomorrow may be a good weather again." Gallon didn't look at the mantis, but just looked at the sky indifferently, "Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with you and me."
He patted his clothes and stood up. The corpse of the praying mantis has gradually begun to shatter, turning into something like black ash without sound, blown away by the wind.
"I'm the only one left now." Garen smiled self-deprecatingly.
He rolled up the sleeve of his arm, and the clear mark on his forearm was still there, and he pressed lightly on it.
It was instantly dark all around.
After a while, it suddenly lit up again.
He was still standing at the door of the house, with the vermilion banner stiffly beside him. A few falling leaves were fixed in the air on his right, and a few drops of rainwater dripping from the eaves were about to hit the grass, but they couldn't hit it any more.
Everything in the world seemed to stop at this moment.
Garen looked around. The sky was full of silver rings hanging in the void. The huge rings shook slightly from time to time, and then silently began to shatter and scatter, turning into countless metal fragments.
And after the old rings collapsed, new silver rings slowly appeared, but they were still not as fast as the collapse.
Garen didn't look at the entire inner world, but just stretched out his hand, and a halberd like an ice-blue water mirror emerged and condensed in his hand.
laugh!
The bottom of the halberd pierced into the ground and stuck upside down.
"come yet?"
A deep man's voice came from the woods in front of Garen.
"Child?" Garen looked up, and the impression of the imprint convinced him that he did not recognize the wrong person.
The aging old man who came out of the woods in front was the child he once was.
He is so old that he doesn't look like a man in his sixties at all, but more like an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, his face is full of furrows, and his skin is like the best bark. Covered with fine black spots.
Dressed in gray cloth and leaning on a dilapidated wooden stick, he just walked out of the woods so naturally.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The child leaned on a cane and stopped quietly in front of the woods, looking at Garen.
"How did this happen?" Garen walked over and Zhan stood in front of the child. "Why does the power of the totem disappear?"
"This is a trace of my image left in the imprint." The child ignored Garen at all, and said his own words. "The real me, and everyone else, died thirty-two years after that war."
He paused. "If you can wake up at the end and see this, then maybe you are lucky. This image can only last for thirty years."
Garen closed his mouth. He had already noticed that although the child's eyes were looking towards him, the pupils did not condense at all, but only seemed to penetrate him and look at the things behind him.
"The world is collapsing. The power of the totem is collapsing." The child said in a low voice, "This is the result of our research. Because I am the youngest, I made it to the end. But soon, all supernatural beings will be destroyed by the gate of heaven." Exhausted, including me."
"Excluded?" Garen was taken aback.
"That's right, you heard me right." The child nodded, "The Gate of Heaven is not a dead thing. During that battle of Heaven, it felt threatened, so the power of the totem began to be wiped out. All extraordinary powers began to die out. "
"Only the six types that are truly freed from the shackles and controlled by the power of the totem may be able to completely get rid of the influence of the Gate of Heaven."
Garen listened quietly to the child's explanation.
"However, in a world without the power of the totem, even if it is a six-type, I am afraid that it is no longer possible to touch the gate of heaven."
Garen nodded slightly unconsciously.
The power of the totem is indeed a unique power unique to this world, and after the power of the totem is eliminated, there is no environmental amplification, even if the six-type life is a master of secret martial arts, forming a highly cohesive soul seed, it is at most equal to four years of the totem period. Type range power.
But even so, in such a world without extraordinary power, his power is already an absolutely powerful and invincible existence.
"Be careful, the gate of heaven will not let you go, it will definitely do everything possible to expel you." The child left the last sentence in a low voice, and the whole person gradually became transparent and disappeared in place.
"be careful"
The final voice was still slowly echoing, and it was only then that Garen recovered from his thoughts.
"The Gates of Heaven."
At some point in the sky, that familiar huge white light door appeared.
The countless flowing mountains, rivers and birds on the door frame are like miniature worlds that are shrinking one by one, which is extremely real.
White beams of light shot down like beams of light, passed through the silver rings that were slowly crumbling, and landed on Garen.
A huge, complex thought that seemed to be a mixture of countless creatures rushed into Garen's mind.
"leave leave leave"
"leave"
"leave"
Repeated thoughts kept hitting Garen's defenses, as if there were countless people whispering in his ears.
This mixed mind has no consciousness, as if it is just the will of countless creatures mixed together. It was a hazy and chaotic will.
Garen seemed to hear the whole world in it. Animals, humans, sea fish, birds, all living wills gathered into a huge torrent and surrounded him.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that he seemed to be the last cancer in this world, and the whole world seemed to be desperately trying to eliminate the existence of his cancer.
In the dark sky, only a beam of pure white light enveloped Garen, descending from the sky, like a staircase leading to the kingdom of heaven.
Garen smiled slightly.
This world actually has a collection of wills like the Gate of Heaven, and he can clearly recall the previous world, the environment of the earth and the Miwu world, there is no such existence, maybe there is, but he has not discovered it.
The universe is truly amazing.
"If possible, I want to go back to where I came from." He gently conveyed his thoughts. If Heaven's Gate is conscious, perhaps.
Soon, a scene that surprised him appeared.
The picture memory of when he first came to this world suddenly appeared in his mind.
(end of this chapter)