Shepherding Humanity (Nurturing Humanity)

"It cannot fall into the hands of various evil gods, and they are not allowed to blaspheme everything."

At the same time, in the palace of the two kings and kings, the two great monarchs were sitting on a high place, overlooking the great witch ministers.

The major colleges, the heads of sects, all came.

Thirteen legendary wizards are patrolling everywhere.

Boom boom boom!

The earth was shaking, and the giant Adolf, holding a shovel, smashed the mountains and rivers and walked back and forth.

"It was unearthed too quickly. If we give us another hundred years, they will definitely not be my opponents." Suddenly, the six spy players looked solemn, completely silent, and no longer dared to approach.

Time is still too short.

The fastest among them is now only a fifth-level wizard, not even a legend, and knows the horror of a seventh-level epic wizard.

"However, the others should come too, right?"

They hid in the woods, and an inexplicable cold light flashed faintly. Suddenly, their figures gradually disappeared. "Take the opportunity to kill them! Plunder them!"

grave remains.

"This is not the style of painting in our Babylonian era at all. It's like a child's graffiti. It's too ugly." Medusa frowned slightly. If it wasn't for the sky-high cold vision, she would have thought it was a fake tomb.

"This is not the painting style of the ancient Sumerian civilization. In the Sumerian city-state era, the level of craftsmen was extremely high, and the relief painting was extremely delicate." Ermin said: "There are only two possibilities. The first is that the craftsmanship at that time was up to the standard. No, it's the children's murals left in the older tribes of the Stone Age."

"This can't be an older tribal Stone Age." Medusa shook his head, "because the murals clearly depict the Great Flood."

Ermin continued: "Then, there can only be the second possibility, which is achieved by the craftsmanship at that time, but time does not allow for the carving of delicate reliefs, and everything can only be simplified."

"Isn't it??"

Speaking of this, the two of them couldn't help shaking their bodies, and their eyes lit up.

Yes, the Great Flood event is recorded on it, so this is clearly a tomb built after the Great Flood. So, who has the qualification to build the tomb before the Great Flood is about to break out?

In fact, Xu Zhi hurts his self-esteem to say that this mural is a child doodle. He has worked hard, but he has never studied art. Then he used the antique method on the Internet to make it simple and old, and baked it with flames. mural.

But they don't know this, and they don't care. What if the murals are new? If it is Gilgamesh's Tomb of the King of Heroes, no matter how strange the picture is, it will not be questioned.

Because the coffin will tell them everything.

"Open."

With a command, the coffin slowly opened.

An astonishing white gas emerged, clothes folded in the coffin, and a long-handled white block emitting white gas, like a long sword, stained with fresh blood, and slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"This is?"

Whoa!

Medusa made a move, and the blood-stained dry ice floated into the air and fell into his hands.

The spilled blood was also wrapped in the air by her huge spiritual power, and slowly suspended, "It's terrifyingly frozen, what is this? Ice cubes? It's the same as the cold vision that the wizards who discovered the tomb saw outside. ."

Since civilization has developed to the present, it is not that there are no water wizards who have researched this area, cooling water, and the concept of ice has long appeared.

"It's not ice, obviously there's no witchcraft fluctuations, how can it have such a cold air? And the vague shape of this sword is probably legendary." She brows suddenly moved, feeling really incredible, and then looked at the blood, "Whose is this? Blood"

Medusa suddenly remembered the rumors of the ancient times.

"Could it be!?"

She shook her hand suddenly, a magic box appeared, a microscope and various alchemy bottles appeared in an instant.

Over the years, it is not that she did not let the wizards spend a lot of effort to cultivate a space tool.

However, despite consuming a lot of national power, forty or fifty years later, this magic box is only the level of a fourth-level wizard, with only a small space of five cubic meters.

Medusa immediately began to study it, and immediately noticed the abnormality. "The microscopic structure of any creature is born and destroyed, and some structures in this blood are not dead."

Blood that doesn't die? ?

The wizards around were silent, suddenly eager, and instantly lost their voices:

"Blood of immortality!"

In the tomb, everyone showed an incredible look.

In ancient Sumerian mythology, Gilgamesh was not satisfied with the "Blood of Power", and tried to kill the gods and steal the "Blood of Immortality" to gain true immortality.

"My goodness!"

"This is the blood of the creator!"

Everyone looks.

Back then, the sword of Mocles melted for unknown reasons and turned into a mist of ice, but the blood on it was still flowing.

The entire ancient Sumerian civilization was destroyed for the sake of "these blood" in front of him, but in front of him, it appeared alive in front of him. The blood of immortality is the blood of the gods that makes people intoxicated and fascinated.

"This is equivalent to the destruction of a splendid ancient civilization in exchange for these only blood." Medusa looked at the dark red blood, every drop was so crystal clear, so charming,

In the same year, countless people tried to merge the "blood of immortality", but they all died, without exception.

At this moment, people clearly understand that the immortality of the blood is not something that mortals can bear.

"The Spear of the Witch" records:

[In 891, the kingdom of Babylon, the tomb of Gilgamesh reappeared, the sword of Mocles was destroyed, and the blood of immortality appeared in the world]

Babylonian Kingdom 896 years.

After five years, using the power of the whole country, no school of mathematics research, with Medusa as the core, has already vaguely researched some clues.

Medusa, day and night, fell into the extreme frenzy of research, "My truth may be in it! The life and death of cells can allow me to break through the gate of death! Ignite the fire and use my own power to break through the halfway. God Realm!"

"Weakened with potions, maybe neutralized"

"No, this kind of power is still too violent! Not mortals can master it, but if it is weakened countless times, it may be able to possess a touch of divinity."

the other side.

In recent years, a spy from another country has been eliminated.

Now they are hiding in the dark, the Church of the Heretic God has grown stronger and stronger, and each has their own witches, who are lurking in the major kingdoms as spies, obtain some peripheral information, and hand them over to the real research institute as a subject .

"What, got the blood of the God of Creation?"

"Oh, God!"

"Look at what they did in another world!?"

Suddenly, all over the earth, in the secret underground base research institute, researchers wearing white coats moved quickly, and they were unparalleled in excitement. What is the concept of the God of Creation?

All researchers know this!

American Underground Research Institute.

The highest research institute, in a huge multimedia room with a huge computer screen, was presided over by an old professor, holding a long black stick, pointing at the big screen.

"We didn't get the core data, but the microscopic structure of blood, after a rough look, is obviously not the blood of earth creatures."

"If it is true, then this kind of infinitely viable cells is indeed called 'immortal blood' in this way, but don't you think that the special disease of our earth - cancer, cancer cells are a bit similar?"

Island Institute.

The same boiling scene is still happening.

"This blood seems to be a little weak! Is the blood of the God of Creation only at this level? I personally think that the blood of the God of Creation is not accessible to ordinary people, and even the mere Evil God cannot look directly at him. Listen in unison."

Numerous researchers are discussing.

In the end, they came up with a more reasonable explanation.

"There may be more than one God of Creation. The God of Creation is an existence that spans countless dimensions and is an abstract entity of chaos in the entire multiverse. What appears in the wizarding world is not necessarily the real body, but the embodiment of his countless bodies. Just one member, creating worlds, destroying worlds, participating in the birth and death of worlds, his body should always be in the dimensional courtyard."

Huaguo Underground Research Institute.

The voice was serious and solemn.

"Although we can only get a simple screenshot of a microscopic cell, we cannot study it, but from the characteristics revealed by the Wizard Research Institute, cells will not die, which is too similar to cancer, a terminal disease unique to our earth. Now, is it possible that our earth is also connected with the creator god? Is it one of the worlds he opened up? We are the descendants of the creator god?"

At the position, some people in white coats were talking a lot, and they couldn't help but have such an incredible idea.

Cancer cells have always been a difficult problem for modern science to solve.

Every year, countries spend hundreds of billions of research funds, and countless medical professors want to overcome this terminal illness.

But there is no way.

Up to now, people only know that carcinogens can induce lesions in potential cancer cells in the body, but no one knows how it is actually produced. to die.

Perhaps, human beings have potential god genes, which are immortal cells, but the body cannot bear it?

And, even more thoughtful, is:

There are ancient records of the God of Creation in various places. In Chinese mythology, the "God of Creation" Pangu. After the creation of the world, all the mountains and rivers, the earth, the living beings, the plants, and the blood have also become living beings. Are we humans really the God of Creation? Descendants?

We have the blood of the creator god?

Soviet-Russian Institute.

"If that's the case, it's too scary."

"The more we let spies explore it, the more terrifying it is. What kind of game are we in contact with?"

"The dimensional yard in the game "Spore Evolution", the creator god who evolves cells and spore life, is it really the creator god? He also created our earth era?"

The more you think about it, the more you think about it.

After all, there was an extremely horrific coincidence:

——The blood of the God of Creation is a bit similar to our blood!

To say that God of Creation has never been to the earth is a bit unreasonable, not only the extremely real wizarding world, but maybe even our world was created by him.

They boldly guessed, and felt a vague sense of pride, do we have the blood of the God of Creation flowing? Could it be that we earthlings have been guarding the treasure mountain, and the real treasure lies in the disease cancer that is unique to our earth?

Looks like we need to invest more money in cancer research!

Xu Zhi: "."

right!

You are all right!

You hang up! You are powerful! You are right!

You are all my descendants, I can't blow you away! I admit it, okay?

Xu Zhi sat on the chair and took a bite of the apple, "Brothers, don't make up your mind, I'm really scared of you, I'm fed up with you, this is my orchard, I just want the ink inside Dusa and Ermin help me study the alchemy potion and help me heal, these things are nothing for the Rain Girl!"