0601 Chapter Twelve: The Eternal Dusk (Section 68)
Prometheus's last expression... I remember he was confused.
However, Zhen Cheng did not answer Old Long's last question, but uncontrollably, driven by this body, he stepped out of the edge of the Dragon Clan's Ark.
Light years away, in the blink of an eye, what you see again is a dim dungeon.
In front of you is a carefully carved obsidian giant wall that is more than thirty meters high and occupies the entire space, but is engraved with sharp edges and fine lines.
This reminded Zhen Cheng of the ancient god's dream that separated the deep and superficial consciousness, with a large number of stone carvings and stories carved on it, as if it were a huge ravine without boundaries.
The environment here seems somewhat similar to that of the ruins. It doesn't have the endless shock in the dream, but it has a sense of reality that cannot be replicated.
Those obsidian stones seem to be older than the entire universe.
The two dwarves stood in front of the gate under the stone wall. When they saw Zhen Cheng, they immediately ran in with red faces.
On average, these creatures are about one meter and three meters tall. They are stocky and have the same strength as two or three ordinary people.
From the memories acquired intermittently, Zhen Cheng realized that they were the descendants of a group of humans whose evolutionary map was off-center in the Third Era.
Unlike the powerful dragons and elegant vampires, the qualifications and potential of this group of dwarves are not even as good as those of ordinary primitive humans.
But they never gave up on themselves, but with their weak bodies and weak souls, they endured one era after another as tenaciously as stones.
Following the dwarf guards, Zhen Cheng walked through the obsidian giant wall and walked into the hall inside.
The empty and solemn hall, under the reflection of the brazier, is filled with a refreshing coldness. Compared to a palace, this place is more like an ancient tomb.
Hundreds of dwarves climbed on the rough scaffolding, seemingly busy repairing the inside of the obsidian wall. These hard-working guys seemed to never stop working on their hands.
"You are here, does this mean that the matter above is over?" At the end of the hall, the dwarf king was on the throne, playing with a strange flame that emitted light and sound.
The flame flowed like water on the war hammer in the hand of the dwarf king, carving a mysterious rune pattern:
"Thank you for bringing me the mercury flame refining method. In the next era, magic instruments will shine. Compared with the extraordinary system of continuous sublimation of individual power, large-scale smelting and forging is indeed more suitable for us.
To be able to invent something like this, Prometheus...he was a great god."
"So...what are you going to do next?" Zhen Cheng was looking for important historical nodes and tracing them all the way back. Naturally, he was waiting for important information.
But it is impossible for her to predict exactly which piece of information can be harvested from each historical mark.
"What should I do?" the dwarf king seemed to be sullen: "Of course, continue to hide in Sophocles' labyrinth until the end of time!
This tomb built on the paradox is the only area we can find that cannot be deleted and overwritten by your system...
We don't have the ambition of the Dragon King. We want to stay away from the right and wrong among you big shots, and we want to survive in this bullshit universe that will be destroyed and restarted if we disagree. This is the last piece of pure land!
Nuwa divided the unified universe for us, and now it is the most brutal battlefield.
Matar established Blood Candle Keep, but you betrayed and killed Euripides there.
Where else can we hide but the labyrinths of Sophocles that the God of Creation can never enter?”
Zhen Cheng curled her lips. As far as she knew, there was not even half a dwarf left in Sophocles' labyrinth in later generations. Thinking of this, she suddenly wanted to confirm a question:
"By the way, since you know Nuwa and Matar, do you know Ra?"
"Don't think of us as those uncivilized primitive humans! We know all the secrets of this world as well as you do!" The grumpy old man became furious:
"Dwarves are weak and indifferent to the world, but this does not mean that we are stupid, nor does it mean that you can trample on our dignity wantonly."
"Dignity cannot be maintained with the voice. If the dwarves are so proud, why don't they leave this ancient tomb that will not be wiped out by the change of eras, and stand up with the dragons to charge towards the gods?"
Zhen Cheng smiled slyly, acted out the image of the goddess Lilith that was gradually taking shape in her mind, and said:
"If you are really so smart, do you realize what is happening in the outside world at this moment in the Fourth Era?"
The dwarf king remained silent and pointed his stubby finger at the dwarf craftsmen who were still busy behind Zhen Cheng.
When he just passed the entrance, he didn't pay too much attention, but when he turned back, Zhen Cheng suddenly found that the scene about to be completed carved on the obsidian giant wall... seemed familiar.
The six members of the Supreme Holy Judgment Team, each wearing a familiar face from Zhen Cheng, gathered around a man whose face was unfinished with a halo of light emitting from the back of his head.
The giant steel bird flew out of their hands and turned into an iron cage to imprison various races on the ground.
The wise men were burned on the rack, with books serving as fuel; the strong men were put into oil pans and fried, with steel wires piercing the bone marrow extracting energy from their bodies.
Ignorant people are at war with each other, fighting to the death under the different supreme gods they believe in.
Little did they know that the gods of the fighting parties, who swore to defend their glory to the death, were sitting on the same table above, drinking and talking and enjoying the good shows on the ground.
The puppets wearing gold masks serve under the table of the gods, and the villains wearing silver masks command their compatriots to encircle and suppress all unique existences.
Imps wearing brass, red copper, and bronze masks, wearing mortal skins, are busy cheering for the humans who are fighting against each other, pouring the fuel of hatred.
What a painting of hell.
"We have tried many times and sacrificed many people.
They always find a way to erase all true records of the Fourth Age.
But a thousand times, ten thousand times, as long as there is one dwarf alive, this picture will be passed down.
If you have seen enough, take back your lame sarcasm. Dwarves have no power, but dwarves will not give up." The dwarf king's resolute face revealed deep and vicissitudes of pain.
Zhen Cheng nodded, the last piece of the puzzle has been completed. She has obtained enough information here:
The period in which the real history was erased; and the complete profile of the goddess Lilith that Qu Yun requested.
The rest is only a few personal questions that Zhen Cheng is curious about:
"I'm really sorry if I accidentally hurt your fragile self-esteem. But I think you misunderstood me.
What I really want to ask is, have you ever heard of... Lamarck?"