Chapter 392 The Origin of Gods
“Professor Carl, please excuse me.”
Blaze held Carl’s hand tightly, with a grateful look on his face.
He even opened the car door himself, and then slowly turned around until the car drove away and the taillights could no longer be seen.
“Monica, why are you here?”
"Miss you?"
Monica shrugged.
“Alas!” Blaise sighed:
“Since graduating from college, I can no longer tell which sentence you say is true and which sentence is false?”
“……”
Monica stopped smiling.
When they were young, the two of them loved each other fiercely, and both made great sacrifices for each other.
As she got older, she had more and more secrets, and she finally had no choice but to break up with her.
At that time...
The look in Blaise's eyes was something she could never forget.
"Let bygones be bygones."
Monica turned around and walked towards the mine:
"You forget, I am a historian, especially I’m most interested in ‘Prehistoric Stories’.”
“The scarab has appeared in ‘Prehistoric Stories’. I heard about it and of course I wanted to come and take a look.”
“Prehistoric Stories. They are all lies." Blaise shook his head and followed:
"The real historical materials only record more than six hundred years. There is an extreme lack of historical materials for the period of the gods before that, let alone the so-called prehistoric stories?"
Prehistory,
before history. !
According to legend, it was an era before the gods were born, a period of ancient chaos.
“Maybe.”
Monica smiled:
"Please look for a map of the underground mines, especially the area near where the Scarab was found."
"You want to go down?" Blaise frowned. , but he also knows the other party’s character and will never give up easily. Shrinking, he immediately said:
"Wait a minute, you need an oxygen mask and a liquid nitrogen gun to go down."
Monica stretched her muscles and exercised all year round, so that even though she is nearly 10 years old, Monica At forty, she still maintains a tall, graceful body shape.
On the other hand, Blaise, at the same age, had obviously changed his body shape due to hanging out in nightclubs too much.
"Crash..."
The chain slid, and several figures descended down the elevator towards the ground.
"Peng!"
"Dong..."
Accompanied by several muffled sounds, the elevator seemed to be stuck somewhere, and it suddenly accelerated and fell.
"Be careful!"
"Ahem..."
Smoke and dust filled the air.
By the time Blaise waved away the smoke, two figures were missing from the field.
Monica, Barrow.
…………
“Unexpectedly, Miss Monica turned out to be an extraordinary person.” Barrow held the miner’s lamp in his hand and said as he walked forward:
“Still Second-level transcendent."
"You should get used to it," Monica followed and said slowly:
"As long as you have money in this world, you can buy most things, including things that contain extraordinary power."
"And I..."
"There is plenty of money."
Barrow nodded.
Billiton Group is the largest concentration of wealth in Fast City. As the eldest daughter of the group, Monica is most in need of money.
As for the extraordinary person who needs to register with the Night Watch organization...
A large part of his salary is paid by the Billiton Group. If the other party doesn't want to register, can he still force it?
"Miss Monica."
Taking a deep breath, Barrow asked:
"Do you know anything about scarabs?"
"Yeah."
Monica nodded:
"Scarabs are usually creatures created when a pharaoh dies to prevent someone from damaging his body."
"Hmm. …”
“Mostly seen in prehistoric times”
"Is there really a prehistoric period?" Barrow looked back and frowned:
"The history of the Night Watch organization only has records from the period of the gods."
"There are gods of their own. After birth, the history before the god was sealed. The secrets of the scriptures have also been hidden." Monica said as she walked:
"But after the fall of the gods, the things that were once buried gradually surfaced."
" Just like the tomb below.”
The two stopped.
Look at the bronze gate in front.
The mine is about two meters high, but only part of the gate was dug out. It is roughly estimated that the gate should be five meters high. Thickness...
Barrow reached out and knocked, and knew with his special sense:
"Half a meter thick."
"Get out of the way." Monica took a step forward, her hands gradually became transparent, and she reached out and pressed towards the stone door:
"Go in first."< br>
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“Creatures from prehistoric times?”
Bringing the frozen scarab to the laboratory, Carl threw it into the detector and turned on the switch.
With his extraordinary perception, nothing about the scarab is a secret to him, but there is one mystery that remains unsolved.
“Petrochemical?”
"Or..."
"Frozen time?"
The scarab will take on the form of a stone sculpture when it is not exposed to external stimulation.
Once stimulated, it will quickly change from stone to living thing.
Similar to the ability of the first-order creature Gargoyle.
And once petrified, the scarab's life will hardly elapse and it can survive for a long, long time.
But it is not eternal life after all.
“The gods have ruled this world for an unknown number of epochs, and even the wizarding world has no accurate time records.”
Karl rested his chin on his hand, thoughtfully:
< br>“At least, it’s millions of years.”
"If this scarab is really a prehistoric creature, it would be equivalent to millions of years of time."
"This method..."
"The third level should do Not even there!”
“Buzz…”
As Karl pressed his hands down gently, countless complex magic circuits and witchcraft spells appeared in the laboratory.
Along with the operation of witchcraft, the sealed scarab also began to change.
Its limbs were decomposed bit by bit, its internal organs were clearly exposed, and its basic organs expanded and enlarged rapidly.
Finally turned into something like a naan ball.
“Cell?”
“Bacteria?”
"..."
"It seems that time is directly blocked. It is a very clever method, comparable to the time witchcraft of the five-ring wizard."
Karl waved his hand and chose the things in front of him. , transformation, and the secrets hidden in it are also revealed one by one.
“The lowest level logic is...”
“Confusion!”
"It seems that before the birth of the gods, there were indeed fifth-level or even sixth-level life forms in this world."
Karl looked solemn:
"There should be another kind of scarab. Form, the chaos factor in the body will cause some kind of violence."
"Strange?"
"It's not like it's protecting something, it's more like it's used to seal some kind of existence."
.........
“Boom!”
The heavy copper door was knocked open by modern machinery, and Blaise and his party walked into a hall in disgrace.
“Oh my God!”
“Is there such a place underground?”
"Why didn't the instrument detect it before?"
"..."
Everyone whispered, their voices full of surprise and disbelief.
Blaze, on the other hand, was attracted by the two figures who had already entered the hall, and rushed forward quickly without caring about observing the surrounding environment.
"Monica, just now..."
"There was an accident in the elevator just now, and we fell off halfway." Monica waved her hand:
"I just happened to find a trail leading here."
"That's it! "Blaize was not suspicious:
"What is this place?"
"A palace, a place to worship ancestors." Monica looked up and looked at the relief above the hall. Complex:
"It's not a sacrifice to the gods, but a sacrifice to your ancestors."
"Huh?"
Blaze frowned:
"Is there anything wrong?"
“There’s nothing wrong.” Monica shook her head slightly:
"I just thought about where the gods came from. After all, the method of worshiping the gods is similar to what I saw before."
"It should be that ancestors first existed, and then the ancestors protected their descendants, and finally conquered other places. The strongest The oldest ancestors became gods.”
(End of this chapter)