Tribute to the Demon King

It was a wide road where four cars could drive side by side, extending infinitely into the distance.The road suddenly forked in the middle and divided into several sections, and there was a new fork in front of the fork. Even looking back, the road the two of them were stepping on was just an extension of a certain fork.

On these labyrinth-like roads, there are countless stone slabs floating in the air.

The shape of the stone slabs floating in the air is uncertain, but they are generally square.All the stone slabs are engraved with ancient runes, and the ancient Latin script on them is densely written from one end to the other, leaving almost no extra space.

These stone slabs floated gently in the corridor, and only when they touched each other, they made low-pitched humming sounds that echoed each other. The runes engraved on them also slowly flowed with colored light.

Just looking at this seemingly momentary and eternal side, Alice felt her heart become calm.

"This is the legendary monument of memory."

It took a long time for Alice to recover from this magnificent scene, and couldn't help sighing: "If I came by myself, I would definitely not be able to find Plutarch's Pavilion."

The root of the "spiritual vision" of witches and witches, the mysterious power to see through the truth, history and future, is actually connected to this space for a short time, and read information from here.

Because this is Plutarch's House.Collect all the knowledge in the Three Realms—the world of the living, the world of the immortal gods, and the realm of life and immortality, including the empty records of what happened in the past, present, and future.It is also the real body of the Akasha record in the concept of spirituality.

The masked hero looked into the distance and said softly, "From here onwards, you will be the Guardian of Time."

"The owner of Plutarch's Pavilion..."

Alice murmured: "I wonder what kind of person that would be."

"...Ah, don't expect too much," Smith's mouth twitched slightly, "Also, focus on any place on my body. If you can't find it, just look at my boots. Remember not to be distracted Look at the stone slabs on both sides...you are a spirit body now, and that level of information flow can't support it."

"Okay okay."

Facing Smith's kind admonition, Alice nodded repeatedly, and immediately nodded in response with an unreliable quick response.

Smith's mouth twitched slightly.

... Let's assume that she listened to it.

"Ms. Aisha has the power to travel through time and space. In the past [-] years, the world has been on the verge of destruction many times. Although no one knows, the history of collapse is being constantly repaired by the guardian of time. Thanks to his work, and the world today is always there because of it.”

John Pluto Smith stepped on the spiked boots, and made a clear voice in the corridor, and casually said to Princess Alice as he walked forward: "This time, three godslayers went back to the past, and the resulting The deviation value seems to be ridiculously high. But I think what the old man said was also angry... Mrs. Aisha mentioned it separately. But at least for A Yi, it is unlikely that he really wants to kill him..."

"...Is that so..."

Alice casually replied in a vague tone.She had reached her limit just by responding like this.

Although Smith's warning was very timely...but she still didn't suppress her curiosity.

Just looking at the stone slabs on both sides, many scenes kept popping up in Alice's mind——

The hungry, the full, the murderer, the murdered, the good, the evil, the mean, the poor...

The lives of many people passed in a flash in Alice's mind.This amount of information blurred the boundary between her self and others, but Alice did not stop, but continued to focus on each slate, branding the information on it into the depths of her consciousness.

She didn't have the ability to memorize this knowledge, so she could only keep her eyes wide open and try her best to distinguish the faces of every person who flashed in front of her eyes... At least she had to distinguish clearly what they wanted, what they did, and what they got.

This is the instinctive reaction of everyone who comes here.As long as you are a human being, you must have this instinctive desire for inheritance.

Because what was written on those slates was not something as simple as written history.

That is the wish and ambition, hope and dream of human beings.

It is the accumulation of the memories of all human beings in the past, present and future, and it is the foundation of passing on the torch from generation to generation in the never-ending river of time.

Because that is, a fragment of "civilization".

Author's message:

Miscalculation... I didn't expect that Kawen would be so bad if I didn't code for a day... If I don't breastfeed tomorrow, I will definitely not breastfeed (kneeling)

I'm sorry, I'll do an update today... It's twelve o'clock and I'm sleepy again, so I'll go to bed first.Good night children. (lie)

Chapter 54 Come on, you are the fattest

When Alice gradually recovered from that strange state of absent-mindedness, that long road also came to an end.

At the end of the wide road, there is a very abrupt metal gate.It looks like a door panel was placed on the edge of the cliff as a sculpture around any door... If the handle of this door is on the opposite side, there may be poor people who teleported from the other side and fell directly into the abyss Woolen cloth.

Alice, whose brain was still a little stupefied, watched the demon king Smith who was walking in front open the door.Some were surprised to find that the inside of the door was not a road, but a small room.

The inside is the same as the outside, everywhere is filled with monuments of memory shaped like stone slabs.But in this room, those stone slabs did not float into the air, but were scattered all over the room.

These stone slabs are scattered on the ground in a mess, it looks like a room in a fat house in the thirties. At a glance, there are stone slabs everywhere. Smith just wants to find a place to stand and not step on the monument of memory. Hell-level difficulty.

Seeing such an environment at the door, Alice floated up silently.Her eyes looked around, and then suddenly caught her attention by a certain stone slab on the ground.

There is a short line written on it: John Pluto Smith and Alice the White Princess visit Plutarch's House.

...is this history going on?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

At this moment, Alice was startled by a frantic voice from the room, and she trembled and almost fell again.

In the middle of the room, an old man with white hair and beard yelled madly at a tripod easel in front of him.

The old man was wearing an ancient Roman gown and was holding a bronze pen in his hand.The easel he was facing was not a canvas, but a monument of memory erected.

"The Egyptian army attacked the Kadesh fortress. God? There was no obstacle... The Hittites were besieged by Ramesses II and almost wiped out. The survivors became slaves and built new miracle buildings in Kadesh ..."

The old man held his pen, stared at the slate and murmured in a low voice: "Then Muwatar fled back to the Hittite Kingdom, civil strife broke out in the country, and the suppression was completed two months later. But Syria and half of Asia Minor were lost... not long after the Aegean Sea The Sea People are approaching from the Bosphorus, and the Assyrians are beginning to interfere with the Hittites..."

"In this case, there will be no chance of signing the Covenant of Kadesh... The Haimin will be slapped to death by Ramses II in twenty-four years; and the Assyrians will invade Hittite in forty-eight years, two hundred Twenty-one years later, Hittite was completely wiped out by Assyria. Egypt has gathered four demon kings—in short, this time, it needs to be corrected, corrected! A lot of corrected! Ahhhh! The workload has not decreased but increased! It's so annoying ahhh!"