The end of the world begins with failing an exam

Chen Bofu couldn't help but frowned when he heard this.

Although he had always regarded Sequence Eight as a legendary realm, thinking that he might be on par with Gehro when he reached that level, but from what Bergher said... it seemed that the strength of Sequence Eight had exceeded his imagination.

One step forward is a god, one step back is a mortal.

Is that what it means?

"Let me put it bluntly, I was also a sequence eight creature when I was alive, so I can't just create a creature of the same level as me. Do you understand?"

"You...you are only at Sequence Eight?!"

"This is our limit..." Bergher sighed, "I can only stay at this level for the rest of my life... Only the Yellow King in deep space has tried to hit a higher sequence... I want to borrow Let’s deal with those creators…”

"A higher level than Sequence Eight... Sequence Nine?!" Chen Boxu looked at Bergher in surprise, "The Yellow King is actually a Sequence Nine creature?!"

"no."

Berghull shook his head, as if he didn't want to mention the old man.

"He failed for promotion, so the war is over."

After saying that, Bergher put his left hand on Chen Boxu's shoulder, and his voice became very soft, like a patient who was dying soon.

"Although I can't help you advance to the rank, I can let you see the path I have taken and let you understand more ways to use your powers. As for whether you can eventually be promoted to a king... it all depends on your destiny. ”

"I have a question." Chen Boxu looked at him.

"explain."

"If the creatures of sequence eight are really as powerful as you say, then why is Gehro..."

"Why can't it catch you all? Why is it still subject to plane sanctions?" Bergher smiled, "Their realm is actually a little higher than yours. If the creatures of sequence eight are what you understand, Gods...then they can only be regarded as demigods."

"Demigod..." Chen Bofu looked thoughtful, "Is it between seven and eight?"

"right."

Bergher nodded, and the palm that grabbed Chen Boxu's shoulder suddenly tightened.

"We don't have much time left, hurry up and watch...see how I created this sequence in the first place!"

In another secret place in the arsenal.

"That's... A Jing's Black Star?"

Qiao Youning walked to the shore of the lake and stopped, looking up at the black stars hanging high in the sky with a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

Because she didn't understand why she came here... No, maybe she was confused from the beginning.

If the mouse named Jerry was right, and everyone was summoned by the inheritance of their respective sequences, then I shouldn’t be a part of it, right?

After all, the Buddha Mother is still there.

The inheritance of the Buddha Mother is all in the temple...

But there is a possibility.

In the old days, the Buddha Mother also left her legacy in the arsenal.

But this ghost place has nothing to do with the Mother of Buddha. It is more like the place where Chen Jing should come... The black stars hanging high in the sky, the holy light floating in the sky, and the unknown church in the distance , and the deep space totems that can be seen everywhere.

Standing beside the quiet lake shore.

Qiao Youning didn't know where to go for a moment.

The whole world is eerily quiet.

It made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

And just when she was confused.

She suddenly felt someone holding her hand.

Look back.

It was a woman wearing a robe and a strange face.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The woman's voice was very gentle, as sweet as clear spring water. Even wearing a loose robe could not hide her graceful figure, but her face... seemed to have been dug out, and the entire face was strange. Nothingness, very much like what outsiders saw when Chen Jing put on the hood of yellow clothes.

"Who are you..." Qiao Youning instinctively wanted to break free from the other party's hand, but this thought only existed for a moment, because soon she felt that the other party would not hurt her, that sense of belonging to the same sequence... …better than the Buddha Mother.

"I am the source of the life sequence and the one who has been waiting for you."

The woman in the robe held Qiao Youning's hand and walked slowly along the lake shore, speaking softly and with an indescribable tenderness.

Due to the limited length of the robe, it could only cover her knees, not even her white calves and ankles, so Qiao Youning could see at a glance... On her ankles, she wore a bunch of golden anklets. There are several cute bells hanging on it, which jingle as you walk.

"King Huang calls me Ah Ling, you can call me that too."

"You are the source of the life sequence...The Buddha Mother is..."

"Buddha Mother?"

Ah Ling stopped suddenly, as if she was remembering something.

"Are you talking about Nicholas?"

"Um……"

"She is a part of me that I have separated from my own origin. She can be regarded as my child..." When Ah Ling said this, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her non-existent face, "Oh! I'm not even married yet. It shouldn’t be considered my child!”

"???" Qiao Youning looked confused.

"Is it still alive in your time?" A Ling asked.

"Still alive." Qiao Youning nodded.

"How are you doing?" A Ling asked again.

Qiao Youning thought for a while and finally said truthfully: "It's not good. It seems to have been injured in some way and it hasn't recovered yet..."

Ah Ling fell silent, looking at the wild flowers growing on the shore of the lake, wondering what she was thinking.

"Where is this place?" Qiao Youning couldn't help but ask curiously, "I saw many deep space totems on the way here..."

"This is Kakosha."

A Ling raised her hand and touched Qiao Youning's head like an elder.

"It's also our home."

...

In the secret place where Chen Jing was... Oh no, that should be the place of memory that Mr. Shu led him to.

Anyway.

When Chen Jing regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a golden grassland, and not far away was a group of sheep that were grazing and looked strange...?

"Bastard!"

Hearing this sudden roar from behind, Chen Jing subconsciously turned around to see which beast was so rude.

But the moment he turned his head.

Accompanied by a very sharp sound of breaking through the air, the long whip in someone's hand hit his face.

"Fuck???"

Chen Jing instinctively covered his face, and felt that his left eye seemed to have lost vision, and he couldn't see anything in an instant.

Relying on the remaining right eye.

Chen Jing vaguely saw a tall stranger standing beside him, and the long whip in the man's hand was full of barbs. Near the front of the whip, there seemed to be a cracked and sunken eyeball hanging on the barbs.

"Fuck you!" Chen Jing covered his eye sockets in pain, and only felt a warm touch from the palm of his hand.

He put his hand down and looked.

Only then did he find that his hand was full of blood.

It had the residual heat of the human body and a strong fishy smell.

A kind of blood that he had never seen before, the color was like gold!

Chapter 448 Huang Wang·Thirteen (Part 1)

This is Huang Wang's lost memory.

But Chen Jing found it hard to believe...

The former Huang Wang would be so embarrassed!

When entering the secret realm of memory, many fragmentary "information" appeared in Chen Jing's mind.

The place where he was was a pasture for raising cattle and sheep, and this pasture was governed by a border town called [Normanmoor], which was under the jurisdiction of the [Mantu Empire]...

This country is rich in a mineral called "Spiritual Fei".

Therefore, most civilians live in the mining area. Only some underage children or those whose ancestors have made contributions to the empire can be placed on the grasslands in the western region...

Huang Wang is such an example.

His ancestors had followed "Mantu King" to fight in the battlefield, but after the establishment of the empire, they could not escape the fate of being abandoned. After several generations of survival, they returned to the starting point of civilians.

Huang Wang's generation was even worse.

Because of a new measure implemented by the empire, his parents and grandfather were sent to the mining area as coolies. Three years ago, they died in a landslide accident under the mine. As the only living person in the family, Huang Wang not only did not receive any comfort compensation, but was also sent to this grassland by the empire's social security personnel to graze cattle and sheep.

In this country, people are considered adults when they are fourteen years old.

Therefore, Huang Wang needs to spend his time here before he is fourteen years old. When he is an adult, he will follow the footsteps of his fathers and be forced to work in the mining area as a coolie until he is seventy years old.

This is the Mantu Empire.

A country where everyone except the powerful is a tool.

In the words of King Mantu.

It is a grace to be able to feed and clothe the people in the country, and it is also a grace to prevent the war from spreading to the inland, so... the people in the country owe the "King Mantu" a great favor.

This favor has not been repaid for hundreds of years.

King Mantu does not allow anyone to repay it.

So in the words of the people... King Mantu's favor is compounded, and it will not be repaid from generation to generation.

From the first day of coming to this grassland to participate in the work.

King Huang felt that these herded cattle and sheep were very strange, of course, this was also related to the fact that he had never eaten meat... These cattle and sheep that can be seen everywhere on the grassland look almost the same, like those degenerate and fuzzy humans, and the only way to distinguish them is on the horns.

The horns of sheep are spiral-shaped.

And the horns of cattle are just ordinary.

They were silent when they were herded, and frighteningly quiet when they were slaughtered. Apart from shedding a few pitiful tears, they had no other reaction, and they would not even resist or run away.

Huang Wang felt that they were very much like himself, and also very much like every civilian in the Mantu Empire.

"It's really painful..."

After the intense pain, Chen Jing felt as if he was peeled off by something, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic... When he woke up again, he only found himself suspended in the air, and Huang Wang became a three-dimensional figure.

In other words.

He found that he had switched from the first perspective to the third perspective.

It was only then that he could see Huang Wang's full appearance.

Black hair, thin.

He was wearing a tattered robe and holding a long stick to drive cattle and sheep in his hand.

Perhaps he was only ten years old.

The soft eyebrows made it hard to imagine that this would be the future Huang Wang.

"The face of a sub-realm person..."

Chen Jing looked at the boy squatting on the ground with his face covered, and felt that the face was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly.