Sword of Daybreaker

Times have changed.

For a "divine schizophrenia" that was separated from the body during the anti-tide civilization period, and then was sealed in the depths of the earth together with an ancient energy restraint device, his time was as early as a million years ago. Has changed.

However, he didn't know all of this from beginning to end—the stagnant confinement field, the wrong time sequence, the incomplete information from the outside world, and the "stage" that a family has been carefully woven for two hundred years, wrapping him in layers.

Until an hour ago, he still believed that this era was a certain period of the anti-tide civilization, and that the weird humans and their diverse kingdoms in this world were the mutant survivors left after the collapse of the anti-tide empire.

"You wake up deep underground in Orlandale. All you see is a group of dark cultists who are busy around you. They are delirious, act extreme, and have not found any communication with you after years of contact. You didn’t even realize what your nature was... Then you broke free from the **** in the big bang and the big collapse. In an extremely weak state, you couldn’t wait to seek the mortal mind for parasitism, so you found me Your ancestors...You hide your power and bide your time in the collective dream of a family, use your power to erode and lure one after another family members to become your nourishment, waiting for your strength to recover and return to the gods..."

Rosetta calmly stared at the hollow eye floating in front of her, as if she didn't feel the huge pressure that the other party released on her. His speech speed was very slow, and every word was very clear--

"You seem to be very confident in yourself, as if you believe that the mortals parasitized by you are powerless and dare not to resist, but have you ever thought that my ancestor two hundred years ago was the first Augustus who was parasitized by you? The Emperor...In fact, he has never succumbed to you in his entire life, even after his death, until he became part of the Palace of Twilight, his will is still passed down in the blood of Augustus’s heirs, and has been inherited. Nowadays?"

Behind Rosetta, a very dim shadow stood up. It was the most transparent of all shadows. It was even blurred to the point where the outline of the human figure could not be seen clearly. He came to Rosetta's side, on the transparent face. I can't see any details of the facial features, but there is still a gaze fixed on the "body" of the eye of God.

"You...you are the mortal emperor two hundred years ago..." God's Eye finally broke the silence in anger, and with His roar, the stars in the entire space were squirming, "How is this possible?!" How can you hide an entire'era' from me?! How can you know so many secrets of me?!"

Rosetta laughed: "What is impossible? When you choose to parasite on a mortal family, you are destined to no longer be a high god, but just a sad parasite... You can influence us We can also distort your judgment. The palace in the eternal twilight is not the only one trapped by us-do you think you have not fallen into a deep dream in the past two hundred years?"

"Deep in a dream...Deep in a dream..." God's eyes trembled violently, and the edges were distorted and distorted so that the lines almost inconsistent with the laws of geometry stretched in all directions as if out of control, and as his power continued to erode, the entire secret hall They all began to show a weird form of transparency and illusion, distorted stacking, "That's it... That's it... No wonder I haven't noticed so many obvious traces for so long... Well done, you guys are doing well. what!!"

An invisible impact suddenly erupted centered on the Eye of God. His angry words instantly turned into a turbid roar that human ears could not hear and human intelligence could not understand, reflected in the entire secret hall. The starry sky twisted and rotated in an instant, and all the starlight turned into malicious lines and illusions. Layers of roars and coercion rushed towards Rosetta Augustus, and in that roar, there was A voice can barely tell: "You little tricks are meaningless! Mortal minds can't resist the power of the gods-I will parasite you again, just like two hundred years ago, and this time, you will never want to keep anything. Free thinking!"

Rosetta faced the malice and coercion that came to him head-on. He took two steps backwards irresistibly, but quickly gained a foothold. Facing the angry eyes of God, he even laughed instead: "You can try it-but are you sure that you still have the ability to parasitize the mind?"

"It's easy for me..." God's Eye said subconsciously, but in the next second he exclaimed in surprise, "How is this..."

"After absorbing so much power of the God of War and being deeply polluted by all kinds of chaotic divine thinking, do you think you are the'God of Dreams'?" Rosetta's face was pale, but his eyes Zhongbei is full of glamour at all times, "We have spent two hundred years stealing this knowledge from you, but never thought you would forget it completely at the critical moment... But it's normal, you After all, you are not a complete **** of dreams. You are just an eye split from him. Without the support of the body and the power of belief, you can't even survive in the real world alone... What a poor fragment."

"Why do you have the right to talk to me like this?!" God's Eye was furious, and countless twisted and malicious starlights shone into the Secret Hall from some distant dimensions. Although these starlights were weakening and disappearing at a rapid rate, they remained. It seems that the power of is still enough to destroy everything in this hall-including Rosetta Augustus, as well as those who stood behind Rosetta and played with the Eye of God in the Palace of Twilight for two hundred years. Shadows of the soul.

"You mortals' self-satisfaction disgusts me. It is my last duty to let you disappear in this world-I feel honored, you are even qualified to die with the eyes of God!"

The frantic roar has once again become the kind of chaotic noise that humans cannot understand. The surrounding starlight has begun to be filled with hot touch that can tear matter and spirit at the same time. Death is about to come, Rosetta Augustus On the contrary, he calmed down more than ever. He smiled, calmly, even slightly sarcastically, staring at the eyes of God whose breath has been weakened but still invincible, and the lines that escaped around that eye became more transparent and illusory. , He opened his hands, ready to welcome the shining light of the distant stars—and at this moment, a strange female voice suddenly broke into his mind—

"Why do Roland's descendants only have this ability to wait for death?"

Rosetta opened his eyes in astonishment. He was just trying to find the source of the sound when he suddenly heard a loud noise of a wall bursting somewhere nearby - then the surrounding starlight phantoms were suddenly torn apart. A huge gap, the illusion quickly collapsed around the gap, and the original walls and roof of the Secret Hall quickly appeared.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the west side of the castle and part of the walls were blown away by a weapon. The howling cold wind poured into the hall from the gap, and a strange-looking Cecil aircraft hit the secret method directly through the gap. In the hall, the metal shell, the wings and the bottom of the cone brought large sparks on the floor and walls all the way. It stopped in front of Rosetta like a reckless beast, and the latter... was stunned.

Afterwards, he finally saw the astonishing details of the strange-looking Cecil aircraft-he saw a "container" with a diameter of more than two meters mounted on the base of the inverted cone machine. A lively brain was soaked in the middle. In this short moment, he and the brain "faced". This should have been a scene of horror and even horror, but he felt a kind of heartfelt , The sensation as if blood are connected from nowhere is coming up.

In the next second, there was another weird buzzing sound inside the aircraft with the brain "installed", and then the surface of the brain and some mechanical structures of the aircraft lit up with the brilliance of runes, the invisible mental power. The field unfolded, and a long, spider-like limb emerged out of the air, and quickly pierced the eyes of the **** that was quickly dissipating not far away.

Rosetta subconsciously looked in the direction of the limb, but before he could see what happened next, a dazzling white light suddenly filled all his sight.

A brief and intense vertigo struck, Rosetta realized that his thinking had been invaded, but this invasion did not make him feel any sense of crisis-after quickly adapting to the sense of confusion of space replacement, before his eyes Gradually, his scene stabilized, and he found that he had come to an extremely vast space.

The endless water surface extends infinitely in the field of vision, and the water surface is calm as a mirror; the sky is as clear as washing, with thin clouds floating in the blue background, and countless symbolic formulas and mechanical parts that are constantly rotating and reorganizing between the clouds. ; Large and small platforms of unknown purpose are floating on the distant water. The platform is shrouded by a vague barrier, and no specific scene can be seen above.

This is what Rosetta saw after opening her eyes.

After a while, he recovered from his astonishment and saw that a round table had appeared before his eyes. There were several white, plain but elegant high-back chairs around the round table. Two figures were standing at the round table. Beside, seems to be waiting for himself.

After seeing the appearance of one of the figures, his pupils contracted subconsciously, but the next second his expression became relaxed, even more relaxed than before.

Gawain Cecil-not surprising.

Rosetta walked towards the round table, stepping on the water, and he could clearly feel that the ground under his feet was not solid, but there was no sense of sinking.

When he came to Gawain Cecil, he looked at the other person up and down first, and then looked around again, before he pulled back his gaze with a smile: "Then, I should call you Gawain Cecil here. Or an outsider?"

"It seems that the Eternal Sleepers you recruited revealed a lot of useful information to you," Gao Wen smiled, and pointed at a seat beside the round table. "Sit down, everyone who comes here has position."

"Thank you." Rosetta nodded, and sat down casually. Then a delicate refreshment appeared in front of him, and a cup of tea filled herself.

Gawain gave him a surprised look: "You don't look very surprised?"

"This war against the gods has developed so far. There are really too many things beyond what I expected at the beginning," Rosetta said calmly. "In contrast, the'extraterritorial rogue' is at least in the intelligence. I have seen it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice came from another seat beside the round table: "I thought you would greet me first-by your generation, the manners of the Augustus family have been so worrying. Huh?"

The woman who made the noise was the other figure standing beside Gao Wen since just now.

Rosetta’s previous attention was completely focused on Gawain, a wary "outer-territorial wanderer," so that he didn’t pay attention to who the other person at the round table was for a while—and he didn’t even pay attention to that. An unfamiliar face confronted anyone he knew in his memory. It wasn't until then that he heard the other person speak, that he suddenly realized that this was the strange female voice he had heard before facing the eyes of God, and was surprised. The earth turned his eyes.

He saw the other person's face clearly and saw that it was an elegant and dignified beautiful lady in a tender green dress. He recalled for a moment and confirmed that he did not know this person, but then he moved in his heart again. Vaguely noticed something strange-although he didn't know this person, he had seen this face in some places...

The lady in the green dress frowned slightly: "Why, is it possible that you have burned my portrait?"

Rosetta Augustus finally remembered where his sense of familiarity came from. The other party's face matched some things in his memory, making him instantly widened his eyes: "You...you are..."

"Look, there will still be something more surprising to you here," Gawain, who was sitting at the side, laughed, and said casually as if gossiping, "Come and have tea."

Rosetta did not pay attention to Gawain’s words and the refreshments placed in front of him. He just stared and looked up and down at the woman sitting opposite him, frowning a little: "You are Bertila Ogu Stu?"

"You should add honorifics," the woman said lightly, "I didn't ask you to bow here at least."

"Well, maybe I should call you ‘you’," Rosetta said calmly. "So, do you live in a certain form until now?"

Bertila keenly caught the key words in the other party's words: "'Really'... It seems you know something."

"...The royal family has many ancient records, as well as sporadic investigation records of those family members who have been strangely missing in history," Rosetta hesitated before continuing, "In addition, I have some... personal Source of intelligence."

"Well, it's not bad, but this topic is not very pleasant to me," Bertila thought of the end-of-all events that had been destroyed, and some of the dark cultists who had been all over the world. Members who all feel disgusted, she shook her head, "This is the end of the cordial and friendly family meeting. We should have some business talks."