The end of the world starts with failing the 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 didn't it catch you all? Why is it still punished by the plane?" 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?"

"Correct."

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 lakeshore 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 conceal 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, and 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. Oh! 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 totems in the deep sky on the way here..."

"This is Kakosha."

Like an elder, Ah Ling raised her hand and touched Qiao Youning's head.

"It's also our home."

……

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

In short.

When Chen Jing regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a golden grassland. Not far away was a group of strange-looking... sheep that were gnawing grass?

"Son of a bitch!"

Hearing the sudden angry shout from behind, Chen Jing subconsciously turned around to see which beast was so rude.

But the moment he turned his head.

Along with an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air, the long whip in someone's hand hit him in the face.

"What the hell???"

Chen Jing instinctively covered his face, feeling as if his left eye had lost vision, and he couldn't see anything in an instant.

Relying on his remaining right eye.

Chen Jing vaguely saw a tall stranger standing next to him, and the whip he was holding was covered with barbs. Near the front of the whip, there seemed to be a cracked and sunken... eyeball hanging on the barb.

"Damn you!" Chen Jing covered his eyes in pain and felt a warm touch in his palm.

Put your hands down and take a look.

Only then did I realize that my hands were full of blood.

It has a strong fishy smell with the residual body temperature.

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

Chapter 448: Yellow King Thirteen (Part 1)

This is the lost memory of King Huang.

But Chen Jing found it hard to believe...

The former King Huang was actually in such a state of embarrassment!

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

The place he is in is a pasture where cattle and sheep are raised, and this pasture is under the jurisdiction of a border town called [Norman Moore], which belongs to the [Mandala Empire]...

This country is rich in an ore called "Ling Fei".

Therefore, the vast majority of civilians live in the mining areas. Only some underage children, or those whose ancestors have contributed to the empire, can be placed on the grasslands of the western region...

King Huang is such an example.

His ancestors had followed the "King Mandala" on the battlefield, but after the establishment of the empire, they could not escape the end of the rabbit and the dog, and several generations of people continued to live on and returned to the starting point of civilians.

It was even worse in King Huang's generation.

Because of a new initiative implemented by the empire, his parents and grandfather were sent to the mining area to work as coolies. They died in the mine due to a landslide three years ago. As the only survivor in the family, Huang Wang not only did not receive Any compensation would be to allow the empire's social security officers to be sent to this grassland to graze cattle and sheep.

In this country, one is considered an adult at the age of fourteen.

Therefore, the Yellow King needs to spend time here until he is fourteen years old. When he reaches adulthood, he will follow in the footsteps of his father's generation and be forcibly sent to the mining area as a coolie. He will not be able to work elsewhere until he reaches seventy years old... …

This is the Mandala Empire.

A country where everyone except the powerful is a tool.

In the words of King Mandala.

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 external war from spreading to the inland. Therefore... the people of the country all owe the "King Mandala" a huge favor.

This kindness has not ended for hundreds of years.

The King of Mandala does not allow anyone to pay back the money.

So in folk terms... King Mandala's kindness grows rapidly and will never be exhausted from generation to generation.

It’s the first day of work in this grassland.

King Huang felt that these grazing 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 could be seen everywhere on the grassland almost looked the same, and they looked very much like those vestigial and hairy ones. of humans, the only thing that can tell them apart is the horns.

Sheep's horns are spiral-shaped.

The horns of the cow are just ordinary.

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

King Huang felt that they looked very much like him and every civilian in the Mantha Empire.

"It's so exciting..."

After suffering severe pain, Chen Jing felt as if something had been stripped out of him, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic... When he woke up again, he only found that he was suspended in the air, and King Huang had turned into a three-dimensional figure. characters.

In other words.

He found himself switching from the first perspective to the third perspective.

It was only then that he saw the whole picture of King Huang.

Black hair, thin.

He was wearing a tattered robe, and in his hand was a long staff for driving cattle and sheep.

Maybe he was only ten years old.

Those soft brows and eyes make it hard to imagine that this is the future King Huang.

"The face of Arjen..."

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

suddenly.