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Swan Lake.

The mighty Father Otar Gunther, a man with a strong appearance, was sitting in the sunshade pavilion in the courtyard, holding a storybook of the new era and reading it carefully.

After hearing the noise, he didn't even look up. He turned over the pages of the book and scolded: "Rosen, what's wrong with you? It's been almost half a year. Why hasn't Nana's belly gotten bigger?"

Rosen felt embarrassed as if he was being urged to have a baby by his elders. When he looked at Zigrillana, his already reddish cheeks suddenly became like red apples.

Fortunately, Rosen reacted quickly and quickly thought of an excuse.

"Grandpa, I already have two children. Strictly speaking, they are also your direct descendants."

It doesn’t take much, just go back a hundred generations and you’ll almost reach the mighty Heavenly Father.

Considering that the lords of the Natural Alliance are deliberately ensuring that their bloodline is pure, this bloodline is quite pure.

Otal Gunther didn't expect this level. He was slightly startled, then shook his head: "It's too far away, I have no feelings at all."

After speaking, he waved his hand, put away the storybook in his hand, and said to Rosen seriously: "There are two ways of immortality in this world."

"One is the eternal life of God. The other is the eternal life of mortals."

"God exists forever, and God also favors some mortals, allowing them to gain part of the power of immortality. Therefore, these lucky mortals have a longer lifespan than ordinary mortals."

"And ordinary mortals can only fight against the erosion of the sands of time through continuous reproduction."

Having said this, he patted the chair next to him and motioned for the two of them to sit down.

After sitting down, he said: "The words I just said are not my own thoughts, but myths from ancient times."

"In other words, it was what happened in the previous era before I was born."

"This era is also called the Age of Truth."

Rosen's heart moved slightly, and he immediately remembered that the plane they were in was called the Deritan plane, and Deritan called himself the Lord of Truth.

On the other side, Otar Gunther narrowed his eyes, his face filled with emotion that traveled through a long time.

"The traveling mages say that there are realms of gods, demons and mortals in this world."

"Our world is now considered a mortal realm, but more than 5,000 years ago, it was a divine realm, dominated by Dritan, the Lord of Truth. And the elves now are the lucky ones who are favored by Dritan."

Rosen knew some of this ancient knowledge in bits and pieces, but it was not as systematic and detailed as Otar Gunther knew.

He said softly: "I heard that the religious atmosphere in the divine world is mostly very strong and extremely depressing to the soul. Do mortals have feelings towards gods similar to those of a strict father?"

Otar Gunther nodded: "Yes, with respect and fear."

"I revere his extraordinary power and knowledge, but fear all the hellish lies he fabricates."

"And these are all done deliberately by gods. They use these two points to play with the hearts of mortals wantonly, making mortals become toys for them to play with."

After a pause, Godly Father Divine Power looked at Rosen: "The faith puppets you and Nana made are good, but recently they have gone too far, and they have gradually gained a bit of the spirit of the gods."

Rosen also had this idea and immediately listened humbly to his opinions.

"I don't like this atmosphere. I will find a suitable opportunity to reduce the religious enthusiasm of believers."

Otal Gunther nodded: "Since you feel the same way, I'm relieved."

There was a faint fear on his face again, as if the former master was right in front of him.

"The wisdom of the Lord of Truth is difficult for us mortals to understand, especially the mastery of souls and lives. Even now, I can't understand half of it."

"This Lord of Truth likes to do a very strange thing."

Having said this, he fell silent for a moment, seeming to be looking for a suitable adjective.

When a waiter happened to bring tea, Rosen poured him a cup and handed it to him.

The old gentleman took the hot tea and took a sip, his eyes brightened slightly: "By the way, everything is animistic. I did not invent this word, it is an adjective for the Lord of Truth."

"He said that he did not hope that only one kind of creature in the world would have wisdom, but that all mortal creatures would have wisdom and be able to communicate with each other."

"In order to achieve this, he transformed various creatures, and then extracted the souls of mortals like us from their bodies and poured them into the transformed creatures."

Rosen's eyelids jumped as he heard this, as if he was seeing a mad scientist.

"There is a high chance of failure in this matter, right?"

The old gentleman chuckled: "I'm not sure, but the Lord of Truth has built a place called the 'Trial of Truth'."

"Truthists will imprison all mortals who commit blasphemy in the Tribunal of Truth.

"After a series of trials, if they are found guilty, they will use the magic given by the Lord of Truth to pour the sinner's soul into various new bodies."

"For example, if you put people into pigs, they will form pig-headed people. Correspondingly, there are dog-headed people, sheep-headed people, fish-headed people, etc."

"They are collectively called the race of sinners."

Chigurilana asked curiously: "Is this how the fishmen near Paddlefish Island came to be?"

The old gentleman spread his hands: "How else could it come from that?"

Rosen asked: "Logically speaking, in addition to the sinner race, there should be other functions to transform life, right?"

"Yes, yes, there are quite a few."

"For example, the fighting race Dragon Clan has flying dragons, earth dragons, and sea dragons."

"For example, the tree people, a production race, are responsible for producing food and building houses. They also fight part-time occasionally."

"Finally, there are the races favored by the gods, who are the managers of the gods in the mortal world, which is the elves today."

Rosen's heart moved, and he immediately asked: "So, the elves are transformed by mortals?"

"Obviously, and it should be regarded as the most perfect race, obviously more perfect than us mortals."

Rosen has been studying elves for some time, and he agrees with this: "It is indeed perfect."

"All the small defects of mortals have been changed, and the toughness of the soul has been greatly increased."

Mortals are evolved naturally, and the characteristics of natural evolution are 'never rework, and absolutely no obsessive-compulsive disorder, just make do with it'.

So, mortals naturally have a lot of traces of evolution left on them, but these traces have been completely changed on elves.

The old man sighed softly: "It is precisely because of this that the elves are extremely arrogant and think that they are the eldest sons of God, and that mortals are just a pile of debris piled in the utility room."

"They describe mortals as 'a pile of rough stones' and believe that elves should naturally rule over mortals."

"They did so, so the Age of Truth is also called the Age of Elf."

At this point, Otar Gunther opened his hands and made a gesture of embrace.

"For about two thousand years, the entire Witt Continent, and even the Storm Continent across the sea, were all ruled by elves."

"And this rule came to an abrupt end with the sudden departure of the Lord of Truth."

"Without the support of God, coupled with the cruel tyranny of the elves, the ruled races rebelled one after another, order quickly collapsed, and the world entered an era of strife, known as the Age of Chaos."

"Lord of Glory, Misai, I was born at the end of the Age of Chaos, and your ancestor, the Iron Dragon, was born in the middle of the Age of Chaos."

At this point, the old man revealed another secret.

"In fact, the natural blood I created and the glorious blood of the Lord of Light are both half elven."

"Because we each married a poor elven noblewoman."

Rosen immediately felt that this was a really confusing account.

The Lord of Truth transformed mortals to create elves, and finally the elves thought they were noble, not only for themselves, but also for mortals.

In the end, mortals really regarded elves as noble, and the strong mortals married elven noblewomen one after another.

From this point of view, the Lord of Truth really had a profound impact on this plane, and it is no wonder that this place is called the Dritan plane.

But Rosen was a little surprised: "What does the old man want to tell me?"

Otargunther took out a strange rune disc: "The Seal of Truth, the elf wife I married, Nana's grandmother left behind."

Zigerelana asked curiously: "Where is my grandmother? Why have I never seen her, and you never tell me?"

Otargunther shrugged, and a trace of hidden pain flashed between his eyebrows, but the pain soon faded: "Dead, killed by Misai."

"But Misai didn't end well either. I found an opportunity and chopped his elf wife into meat sauce!"

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Rosen and Zigerelana looked at each other in silence.

Otargunther continued to talk about the Seal of Truth: "Dretan left an oracle before he left. He will definitely come back again, and before he returns, the Seal of Truth will emit light."

"Originally, this thing was just a relic of my wife, but now, it is lit."

The light in the sunshade pavilion was too bright, so the old man used a dark sky curtain to block the sunlight, and then the light on the Seal of Truth became very obvious.

It was a faint emerald green glow, flickering slightly, and exuding a faint soul breath that only legendary wizards could feel.

Through this soul breath, Rosen vaguely felt the strength of the Lord of Truth.

"Very strong, much stronger than me, estimated to be above 12, close to 13."

The situation of gods and demons is very different from that of mortals.

Gods and demons exist in the void and are composed of pure soul power. Their soul strength and soul scale are closely related.

According to Nawat's knowledge, for every level of increase in the strength of gods and demons, the scale of power will increase by nearly 2 to 3 times.

At that time, the power of the Shadow Lord of Legend 6 was more than ten times stronger than that of the Silver-Eyed Demon of Legend 2, and nearly 400 times higher than that of Rosen of Legend 2.

The gap is very, very large.

Without the blessing of the Legend Crystal and the power of faith, mortal legends can't fight against gods and demons of the same level.

And even now, Rosen has no confidence to fight against the returning Lord of Truth.

Because according to the data, his mana is estimated to be more than 40,000 times his current size!

Therefore, this is a real strong man, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a true god.

On the other side, Otargunther nodded slightly: "Yes, it has become much stronger than 5,000 years ago."

"And based on my understanding of the character of the Lord of Truth, if he sees the current state of the Drittan plane, he will definitely be very, very dissatisfied, and then try to reshape this world into the state he likes."

Zigrelana asked softly: "The state he likes? Then what state does he like?"

Otargunther spread his hands: "Good question, but no one knows."

"After all, 5,000 years have passed, and no one knows what the current Lord of Truth likes."

After that, he looked at Rosen: "I don't know how long it will take for the Lord of Truth to come back. He may have come back, or he may still be on his way back. It will take several years or even more than ten years to come back."

"But once he comes back, it will definitely have a profound impact on the world we live in again."

"So, be prepared, young man."

He handed the Seal of Truth to Rosen.

Rosen took it solemnly and said in a serious tone: "I will be prepared, grandfather."

"Also, Nana and you should have a baby quickly. No matter how chaotic the world is, no matter how busy you are, you must not forget to reproduce. This is the way for us mortals to achieve eternal life."

After that, without waiting for Zigrellana to protest, he picked up the storybook called "The Tragic Times" and continued to read.

"Okay, get out of here, I'm going to read a book carefully, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

Rosen and Zigrellana had no choice but to leave.

When they got to the electric car, Rosen said: "Nana, Grandfather keeps asking me every time he sees you. When will you fulfill your promise?"

Zigrellana's cheeks were red and her body almost shrank into a quail.

After a while, she finally made up her mind: "Let's do it today."

Rosen immediately said: "I know a good place, let's go there to do it."

"Whatever you want."

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Soon, Rosen took Zigrellana to the underground secret room of Swan Castle: "No one will disturb us here, and no one can spy on us."

"Well, not bad."

Ziggrellana breathed a sigh of relief, probably to ease the topic, she asked: "Are you sure about the Lord of Truth?"

"Not yet, but I will be sure soon, at least I can protect myself."

"After all, even the gods and demons of Legend 13 still cannot break through the barrier of the magic ring, and can only rely on mortal power."

While speaking, his hands were not idle.

Ziggrellana instinctively resisted, but the intensity was not high.

In a daze, the matter was done.

After finishing, she gave a soft evaluation: "It feels weird."

Rosen was very refreshing, because this mother of nature was extremely sensitive, even more than Neferoniya.

He smiled and asked: "Is it a good monster or a bad monster?"

"I don't know, why are you here again?"

She couldn't speak, just shouting.

Rosen thought secretly: "It seems that I was wrong about Serena. Mother Nature's shout is louder than hers, much louder."

Fortunately, there is a spell shield, otherwise I'm afraid that everyone in Swan Castle can hear it.

Thinking of the return of Lord of Truth Druitan, an idea flashed through his mind.

"I have to start preparing for a desperate fight."

How to fight to the death? Of course, it's to make a nuclear bomb!

Fusion is difficult, but fission can be done as long as there are materials, and it's very easy in the magic world.

"And it must be prepared in secret, and no one else knows except myself."

Why?

After all, it is a powerful existence above level 12, and its penetration ability must be extremely strong.

The more people know, the more risk of secret leakage.

If the nuclear bomb does not hit the Lord of Truth, but explodes in a mortal city, it will be embarrassing.