Klein's pupils dilated instantly, and he subconsciously looked down at the mottled table in front of him.

There are four "blasphemy cards" with different patterns on the back.

At this moment, he was a little scared and a little thankful, and felt that he was wandering around the edge of the abyss with his eyes blindfolded for several times, but he never fell down.

If he had been committed to collecting "blasphemy cards", gathering twenty-two cards, or getting the "mother" cards, and because of his habit of accommodating different cards and obtaining corresponding persons and traits, he might have been eroded by the "fallen mother god" and I don't know what he was nurturing.

However, I am not Rossel. Even if there is a "mother" card, it should not be accommodated. Moreover, in order not to let the gods find it, the "blasphemy card" is very difficult to collect and almost impossible to gather... This seems to be a casual arrangement made by the "Fallen Mother Goddess". If someone unfortunately gets the "mother" card, it will become one of the hidden dangers in this world... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to look at Rossell Gustav on the iron black seat through his "stand-alone paper man".

At this time, Rossel's body rose slightly, and his voice was sometimes low and sometimes loud:

“Everything has divinity…

"I was still alive at first, living in everyone's body!"

Klein frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was Rossell or the red moon in his body that was talking now.

He not only has a certain understanding of the secrets in this area, but also has experienced them personally. Now he is not so terrifying and panicked, but only recalls the teachings of the Aurora Society I have seen before:

They preached that the Creator is everywhere and exists in every creature's body, so all things have divinity. If the divinity is rich to a certain extent, they can become angels. The current righteous god is just a stronger angel. For ordinary people, as long as they can grasp the essence of life, consciously temper the spirit, strengthen the spirit, find their own divinity, and merge with more divinity, they can get rid of the mortal body and become an angel.

At the beginning, I just thought that cults like Aurora had a complete set of mysticism and religious theories, which were as formal as the orthodox church, but now they can interpret the truth hidden under those words... From a certain perspective, it is really true. The only problem is that after integrating more divinity, it is still not himself... The "real creator" actually put one of the deepest secrets of the world into his own doctrine. Aren't any believer who suddenly realized the sudden enlightenment, learned about the pollution underground, and was eroded into one of the containers of the initial resurrection? This "hanged man" is really crazy, and reason is not always online... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, waiting for Rossell to say more words.

Two or three seconds passed, and Rossel, who had been wandering between disappearing and rebirth, sat back on the iron black throne, gasped, and said nothing.

Klein immediately manipulated the paper man and spoke:

"What should you believe in the words you said just now, and what should you be wary of?"

Rossel laughed:

“You think about it yourself.

"Ha, isn't this the way you 'divinists' speak?"

He didn't wait for Klein's answer and said to himself:

"When I created the mask of 'Pale Death', I noticed something: the God of Death in the Quaternary Age may not have completely fallen, and there was more than one foreshadowing of the resurrection, some of which may be related to the 'River of Darkness'. Haha, the God of Death' is definitely not so easy to die..."

Speaking of this, Rossell looked at Klein below the high platform and said:

"Sure enough, only by choosing the 'Divorcer', 'Apprentice' or 'Thieves' can the 'Time Traveler' enter the 'Source Castle'. When I guessed this factor, it was too late.

"I don't know if you want to be old, nor do you know whether this requires rituals. I can only tell you that this is definitely more dangerous than becoming a god. It is countless times more dangerous. Perhaps, the existence that saves us and puts it into reality in turn, and is waiting for you.

"The only advice I can give you is to communicate with the god of the lamp in the 'Wishing Light' before you try to do this."

God of Lamp? Take advantage of His grudges with the Heavenly Lord to get some help? Klein nodded gently and said:

"good."

After hearing his answer, Rossell sighed and said with a smile:

"If you can really be the old days, you can consider saving me. Only the old days can fight against the old days."

Speaking of this, he was silent for a moment, his speech slowed down significantly:

"If you can't even get rid of the pollution of the 'primitive moon' when you become the old man, then remember to erase me, destroy this mausoleum, support a new 'black emperor', so that I will never be able to resurrect..."

The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little again, and Klein said silently for two seconds:

"I won't forget."

Rossel fell into silence and laughed at himself after a few seconds:

"Of course, before that, you have to rescue me a few more times."

This humor not only did not make Klein smile, but instead made him feel heavier and unable to speak.

Rossell did not continue the topic and instead said like a memory:

"My wife has passed away long ago. The mistresses I have had must have had their own endings. I am very sorry for them. I have never really loved them, but I just greedy for their faces and enjoy that kind of joy...

"I don't have an illegitimate child. An extraordinary person still has a say in this regard. As for the extraordinary person, I think those wives must be the same as me, just greedy for the appearance and body of young people, enjoying that kind of joy, and not leaving trouble for themselves...

"My eldest son Charles should have been dead for many years. I don't know how many descendants are left behind. My second son Bonova, if nothing unexpected happens, he must be an angel now. For him, my feelings are very complicated. On the one hand, I am very cold, disappointed, and hate him. On the other hand, I occasionally care about him secretly. I remember when he was a child, when he was just born, he was really cute...

"You have seen my eldest daughter Bernadai, aren't she very beautiful? She has been beautiful since she was a child, well-behaved, smart, knows how to be filial to her father, loves her younger brother, and feels sorry for her mother. Sometimes, she is very upright and looks a little stupid. Several times, when I was playing chess or playing games with her, I secretly cheated and teased her, but she didn't notice it. Such a temper made it difficult for her to accept some of the things I did later. Of course, she can now be pushed to the "primitive moon", and it's all because of His pollution. I still have to thank Him for this.

"I don't know what position I should make a request to you. After all, I have never helped you and have no friendship with you. I just come from the same era and the same place, and have a bit of friendship with my fellow countrymen."

Hearing this, Klein said in a low voice:

"Your diary has helped me a lot, allowing me to master a lot of high-level knowledge when I was weak, thus avoiding many dangers and working in a targeted manner.

"Also, those 'blasphemy cards' played varying degrees of role at different stages."

"Can you not mention the diary?" Rossel coughed lightly, "However, I was consciously leaving a message to the next 'time traveler' later. The only thing I can't be sure of is which language do you know."

The emperor slowly breathed and said:

“My request is to help me take care of Bernadai and provide some help when she needs it.

"Although she is almost a real big shot in the mysterious world, as a father, I still can't rest assured."

Klein did not hesitate and asked the paper man to answer directly:

"I will take care of her for you."

"... Hiss, why do you feel a little awkward tone?" Rossell's tone became a little weird in an instant, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. As for me, you should be very clear, Huang Tao."

"Zhou Mingrui." Klein replied frankly.

"Are you married? Do you have children? How old are you?" Rossell asked three questions in one breath.

Emperor, how do you act like an auntie in the neighborhood? Klein shook his head and gave an answer very concisely:

"No."

Rossel suddenly fell silent again, and after a while, he said:

"You are the same generation as me, Bernadai should call you Uncle Zhou.

"Um……"

As he spoke, Rossell's tone was inexplicably more pity:

"After coming to this era, I initially treated all this as a game, had a lot of fun, but occasionally I would think back to my hometown and the past that developed most of my personality and hobbies.

"The longer you live, the more often this feeling appears, just like fallen leaves always return to the roots of the tree. However, I have at least a daughter, a wife, and two sons. I still have a lot of concern in this world and a certain sense of belonging, and you... I can feel your loneliness, the loneliness that comes from my bones."

Speaking of this, Rossell suddenly sighed:

"It would be great if we were still alive in that era. I would go to work on time every day and work overtime from time to time. Once I had free time, I would go to see my daughter take interest classes, pick her up home, and take her wife to her repeatedly reminded her. Every weekend, I would go out to play, or go to her parents' house, or my parents' house to accompany the elderly...

"When one day I am exhausted by life, I will use the excuse of treating you as a friend, and a few older men sit on the street together, eat skewers, drink some wine, brag, scold your boss, and recall the energetic youth, urging you to find a girlfriend soon... When you wake up the next day, you can deal with life with enthusiasm again..."

Klein listened quietly without interrupting the emperor's nagging.

Rossel's voice gradually became lower, and then he smiled and said:

“Goodbye, friend.

"I hope I can really see you again."

His figure was quickly and illusory, as if it had disappeared into the current world, leaving only the faint shadows wandering on the iron-black throne.

Rossel Gustav returns to his eternal sleep.
Chapter completed!