Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 603 Not Eternal Twilight

Prometheus' last expression... I remember being confused.

However, Zhen Cheng did not answer the old dragon's last question, but uncontrollably, driven by this body, stepped out of the edge of the Dragon Ark.

Light years away, in the blink of an eye, what I saw again was a dark dungeon.

In front of you is a huge obsidian wall that is more than 30 meters high and occupies the entire space, but is carved with sharp edges and fine lines.

This reminded Zhen Cheng of the dreamland of the ancient gods that separated the deep and shallow consciousness, carved with a large number of stone stories, as if there was no limit to the gully.

The environment here seems somewhat similar to that of the ruins.There is no endless shock in the dream, but it has a sense of reality that cannot be reproduced.

Those obsidian seem to be older than all the universes.

The two dwarves stood in front of the gate under the stone wall. When they saw Zhen Cheng, they blushed and ran in.

These creatures are about 1.3 meters tall on average, they are stocky, and their strength is as strong as two or three ordinary people.

From the intermittently acquired memories, Zhen Cheng realized that they were descendants of a group of humans whose evolutionary map was skewed in the third era.

Unlike the powerful dragon clan and the elegant blood clan, the aptitude potential of this group of dwarves is not even comparable to that of ordinary primitive humans.

But they never gave up on themselves, but with their weak bodies and weak souls, they endured one era after another tenaciously like stones.

Following the dwarf guards, Zhen Cheng walked through the huge obsidian wall and into the hall inside.

In the empty and solemn hall, under the reflection of the brazier, there is a bone-chilling chill.It's more like an ancient tomb than a palace.

Hundreds of dwarves climbed on rough scaffolding, seeming to be busy repairing the interior of the obsidian wall.These hardworking guys never seem to stop what they're doing.

"You're here, does this mean that the matter above is over?" At the end of the hall, the dwarf king was on the throne, playing with a strange flame that exuded the light of tone.

The flames flowed like water on the warhammer in the hands of the Dwarf King, engraving a mysterious rune pattern:

"Thank you for the mercury flame refining method you brought. In the next era, magic tools will shine brilliantly. Compared with the extraordinary system of continuous sublimation of individual strength, large-scale smelting and forging is indeed more suitable for us.

To be able to invent such a thing, Prometheus...he is a great god. "

"So... what are you going to do next?" Zhen Cheng was looking for important historical nodes all the way back, naturally waiting for important information.

But it is impossible for her to predict which piece of information can be harvested in each historical imprint.

"What should I do?" The dwarf king seemed sullen: "Of course, continue to hide in the Sophocles labyrinth until the end of time!

This tomb built on Paradox is the only area we can find that cannot be deleted and rewritten by your system...

We don't have the ambitions of the Dragon King. We want to stay far away from the right and wrong between your big shots, and want to survive in this bullshit universe that will be destroyed and restarted if we don't agree with each other. This is the last piece of pure land!
Nvwa divided the unified universe for us, and now it is the most tragic battlefield.

Matar built Blood Candle, where you betrayed and killed Euripides.

Where else can we hide but those Sophocles' labyrinths that the creator gods can never enter? "

Zhen Cheng pouted.As far as she knew, not a single dwarf remained in the later Sophocles' Labyrinth.Thinking of these, she suddenly wanted to confirm a question:
"By the way, by the way, since you know Nuwa and Matar, do you know Ra?"

"Don't think of us as those uncivilized primitive humans! We know no less than you about all the secrets of this world!" The irritable old man became furious:

"Dwarves are weak and have nothing to do with the world, but this does not mean that we are stupid, nor does it mean that you can wantonly trample on our dignity."

"Dignity is not maintained with your voice. If the dwarves are so proud, why don't they leave this ancient tomb that will not be annihilated by the change of eras, stand up and charge against the gods with the dragon clan?"

Zhen Cheng smiled slyly, playing the image of the goddess Lilith that gradually took shape in her mind, and said:

"If you are really that smart, are you aware of what is happening in the outside world at this very moment in the Fourth Era?"

The dwarf king remained silent, and stretched out his stubby fingers, pointing at the busy dwarf craftsmen behind Zhen Cheng.

When he just passed the entrance, he didn't pay much attention, but when he looked back, Zhen Cheng suddenly found the picture carved on the huge obsidian wall, which was about to be completed... It seemed familiar.

The six members of the Supreme Sacred Judgment Team, each bearing Zhen Cheng's familiar faces, surrounded a man with an unfinished face with a halo bursting out from the back of his head.

The steel giant bird flew out of their hands and turned into an iron cage to imprison all kinds of races on the ground.

The wise are burned on the torture rack, and the books are used as fuel; the strong are put into the frying pan and fried, and the steel wire pierced into the bone marrow extracts energy from them.

Foolish people fight with each other, under the banner of different supreme gods they believe in, and they are immortal.

Little did they know that the gods, who swore to defend their glory to the death, were sitting at the same table above, enjoying the good shows on the ground with wine and words.

Puppets wearing golden masks served under the table of the gods, while villains wearing silver masks commanded their compatriots to encircle and suppress all unique existences.

Imps with brass, red copper, and bronze masks, wearing the skin of mortals, are busy cheering for the human beings who are fighting each other, pouring fuel for hatred.

Nice picture of hell.

"We have tried many times and sacrificed many people.

They can always find a way to erase all real records about the Fourth Era.

But a thousand times, ten thousand times, as long as there is one dwarf alive, this picture will definitely be passed down.

If you've seen enough, take back your lame sarcasm.Dwarves have no strength, but dwarves will not give up. "The dwarf king's resolute face revealed deep and vicissitudes of pain.

Zhen Cheng nodded, the last piece of the puzzle has been completed.She's got enough intel here:

The part where the real history was erased; and what Qu Yun requested, the complete character profile of the goddess Lilith.

For the rest, there are only a few personal questions that Zhen Cheng is curious about:
"I'm really sorry if I accidentally poked your fragile egos. But I think you misunderstood me.

What I really want to ask is, have you ever heard of... Lamarck? "

(End of this chapter)