After the Lord of the Abyss awakens

Xius spent a night and finally finished reading the history book. Then the next day, he went out to the "Hero Memorial Hall".

He didn't have to look after the store on non-working days, and he was very grateful for Mr. Xilin's care.

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In the morning, heavy snow fell, and everything was white. Compared with yesterday, the temperature has obviously risen today, so there are more pedestrians walking on the road.

Some people are dusty, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and their faces are full of frost. You can tell from their footsteps that their level is not low.

"The Third Legion has returned to the city. Let's go and have a look?"

"The Third Legion that has made seven expeditions to explore the limits of the subspace? The light of mankind! If you want to go, of course you have to go!"

When they heard about the Third Legion, some young people were full of yearning in their eyes, and they ran away in a blink of an eye.

Xius passed by them, blinked, and looked to the west.

The huge airship was parked in the dark sky. It was too eye-catching, and everyone in the imperial city could see it.

The western part of the imperial city is full of military areas, and military weapons often come and go. It is not strange for people. People are interested in the "Third Legion", which is the largest legion with the closest relationship with the Abyss Demon.

Xiu Si stopped by the roadside, looked from afar, fell into deep thought, and said to himself.

"Abyss Demon? In my impression, the monsters of the Abyss are more crazy and twisted than each other, and have no rationality at all. How can they make a contract with humans?"

Could it be that after his death, the monsters of the Abyss finally evolved rationality over a long period of time?

The history book he read did not explain this in detail. Humans have very limited understanding of the Abyss. The Abyss Demons have made a contract with humans and lent humans power for so many years, but humans still don't quite understand their motives.

And today, the honeymoon period between humans and the Abyss seems to be coming to an end.

If Xiu Si doesn't listen carefully, he can hear some street discussions.

"The Lord of the Abyss doesn't seem to want to lend his strength to humans."

"Really? But half of the Empire's armaments depend on the Abyss Demons, right?"

"I heard that they are going to the subspace collectively."

The discussant looked worried.

Over the years, humans have made progress, but compared to the vastness of the universe and those more glorious civilizations created by God, they are still like toddlers. After the departure of the Lord of the Abyss, humans will inevitably lose a great power of protection.

Someone asked: "Is there no way?"

"For thousands of years, even the sages don't know what they are thinking."

"Perhaps, only the rumored Lord of the Abyss can control them."

Xius was thoughtful, wondering what the "Lord of the Abyss" was. He had never seen any Lord of the Abyss in the Abyss back then.

He just thought about it. There was something important to do, so how could he waste time. Xius turned his head and looked at the Memorial Hall of the Brave.

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The snow stopped.

In the Memorial Square of the Brave, some children walked around, referring to this or that statue.

There are seven statues in the square, from left to right, they are seven heroes.

The three most important heroes stand in the middle, and the less important heroes stand on the edge.

As for the one on the far right, he has no sense of existence.

The names in front of the statues are all blurred, as if even the sculptor doesn't know his name.

His body statue is also the roughest of all the hero statues, as if it was not carefully carved at all, just to make up the number. The north wind is cold, snow hits the statue, the temperature rises, and water drops seep down.

People go to see the statues of the three heroes, but in front of this statue with no sense of existence, there stands a white-haired old man.

The old man has obvious signs of the passage of time, wrinkles on his face, vicissitudes in his eyes, and an overly calm look.

He looked at the statue, his eyes revealing a faint nostalgia, as if the past years were just yesterday, and thousands of years of time were just a sleep.

There was a child standing next to the old man. He looked nothing like the old man. The old man looked ordinary with ordinary features, while the child had delicate and beautiful features, and was dressed elegantly and noblely. He exuded the upper-class atmosphere unique to the nobility.

However, next to the old man, the child did not dare to do anything rash, but was puzzled by the old man's nostalgia for the statue.

The child also raised his head and stared at the statue for a long time. He repeatedly dug out his memory in his mind, but could not find any achievements of this brave man.

The doubt in the child's eyes became more obvious. He didn't understand why the old man cared about this brave man instead of other brave men.

The old man seemed to notice the child's confusion, turned his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand why?"

The child paused, his big eyes were watery, and he said honestly: "I have a photographic memory. I have read many history books and remembered them all in my mind, but I can hardly find any achievements of this brave man. Why do you miss him more?"

Children speak without restraint and are honest.

The old man smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said: "What is recorded in history books is not everything in history."

The child suddenly realized, and the spirit of seeking knowledge came up, and asked: "Does he have any unknown major contributions?"

The old man touched his chin, his eyes curved up, and said lightly: "There are no brilliant contributions that history books like to record."

The child didn't understand.

After all, he was young, although smart, but he didn't have much worldly experience, so he couldn't figure it out.

The old man turned his head and continued to look at the statue, saying meaningfully: "You just need to know that in a sense, he is the greatest contributor to the rise of mankind, and he deserves the title of the savior of mankind."

The child paused, even more unbelievable.

The old man stopped talking, his eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling the past.

This "brave man" has almost no highlights like killing big BSS and saving humans from danger, so why is he so important?

Luo Jie's lips rose, and fragments of memories from the past seemed to emerge in his eyes.

As players, they played games together at the beginning, so there was nothing to worry about. It was just entertainment outside of work and life.

But after that day, they woke up one after another and knew that this was the real world. At the same time, they could not go back.

To this, many of them reacted with anger, thinking that this was the kingdom's use and betrayal of them.

They were furious and first had to deal with the people who brought them, but the magician didn't know why this happened. He kept apologizing, but apologizing couldn't solve the problem, it only made them more irritated.

One of them even wanted to destroy humanity.

But in the end, he didn't do that.

Why?

Because of that person.

That person was the oldest among them, with a gentle temperament and a good person. He often sent them resources when they played games.

That person must have felt uncomfortable about this "accident", but he comforted them immediately.

Among them were middle school students and college students, some of whom were irritable and some were eccentric, and they were all difficult to deal with.

But after that person's hard persuasion day and night, they finally accepted it.

——"They have no ill intentions. Accidents are common. Revenge is okay, but it should be moderate. The most important thing now is to find a way to go back, isn't it?"

In order to comfort them, that person talked to them alone and tried his best to enlighten them. It was clear that he was not sure whether there was a way to go back, but he said that there was a way to go back as long as the game tasks were completed.

Was it a blank check? Yes.

But for them at that time, it was so important that those one or two sentences almost became the pillar of their struggle.

So, in this sense, that person undoubtedly saved the situation.

Without that person, there would be no them later.

It's just a pity that history books will not record these trivial matters, but focus more on a certain period, a certain person, and a certain major historical event.

However... that person fell early before dawn.

Roger's eyes darkened. Every time he thought of the abyss adventure, he regretted it. Since then, he has also gone deep into the abyss many times to look for people, but unfortunately he couldn't find them at all. The most likely possibility is that they were swallowed by the irrational abyss monsters at that time.

Unlike them, the other party is a profession with no combat ability at all. It can be said that there is absolutely no hope for survival if a person falls into the abyss. Although he still can't believe it, he still insists on going to the abyss every year to look for people.

"..."

Roger muttered to himself silently, looking at the statue, his face was a little complicated.

The child next to him seemed to be still digesting the words just now, and there was a bit of mature thinking in his innocent eyes that did not match his age.

As the first prince of the Os Empire, Tolila Os has the royal obligation to improve himself all the time.

There was a lot of noise around, and the instructor was introducing historical figures to the children. After the introduction, he took them to visit the Brave Memorial Hall.

Tolila glanced at the noisy children of the same age, and seemed very dissatisfied with their performance. At the same time, a black-haired young man walked straight past him in his field of vision.

There are so many people coming to the Brave Memorial Hall today. Torila scanned the surroundings and found that the young man stopped and looked at the statue on his side.

Torila couldn't understand the look of the young man opposite him.

There was a bit of nostalgia, but it seemed more of concern and worry.

This might not be a strange look, but the object was a little wrong.

Who would miss the heroes?

Torila's mind turned, and he instantly thought that the other party might not be simple.

But the young man just took a look, turned his head quickly, walked straight into the Memorial Hall of the Brave, and talked to a woman at the door.

Torila turned his head to look at the old man immersed in memories, and then turned his head again, following the young man.

At this time, Xius was talking to someone.

"Can I read some books?"

"Of course, the Memorial Hall of the Brave is open to all citizens."

"Thank you."

Xius successfully walked into the Memorial Hall of the Brave, and didn't notice the sight behind him.

Xius's idea was very simple. If he wanted to restart the game system, he would find the person who understood the game system the most. The great magician of that year had long been buried, and it was useless to find him. So the target is naturally "them" who are also players.

They have lived longer than him, experienced more, and know more. Maybe they have also encountered such things?

He had a clear goal, so he quickly found the biography of the hero and read it on the spot.

The biography was indeed more detailed, with more and more detailed events, and it also focused on the background of the Demon Age, not just the story of the hero alone.

So Xius knew that the abyss demons had fought a lot, and each time they fought to the point of turning the world upside down, and each time they were recorded by the historian.

The historical record of the Demon Age is which demons fought every few years, and which demons clashed every few years.

After the big demons signed a contract with human countries, the struggle between the big demons was even a struggle between countries.

Seeing this, Xius frowned, "They all come from the abyss, why don't they live in harmony?"

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At the same time, Eliorg's human form landed, and his green eyes were fixed directly in the direction of the Hero Memorial Hall.