"I saw this statue from a distance when I came last time. Ivan Twenty-second was indeed an emperor who was used to absolute authority." Loka exclaimed, stretched his neck and looked up at the statue.
"Yes." "The Future" nodded and agreed:
"The tall statue represents great authority, but before entering the "remnants of the bitter relic", I thought he deserved such a title. In that era of the "Glory of the Double-Headed Eagle", both ministers, poets, and illiterate farmers in the fields would praise his greatness without hesitation in the most noble language.
"But now, he abandoned his admiration for the gods and handed his heart over the devil and Satan, causing a protracted disaster."
"Future" expression was serious, and he looked around the white light and the space covered by light green mist in the distance. The more technology there was, the more he hated Ivan.
These technologies themselves can advance the times and even surpass the order designated by the gods. Now, they are just alone with the Emperors buried here, watching humanity move towards painful wars, and watching the lost people struggle constantly between survival and death.
He kicked the metal sculpture hard, leaving a scratch that was neither shallow nor deep. "Future" exhaled angrily and walked towards the back of the sculpture. There was a "latest" aerospace military fighter jet developed by the empire that had consumed 30% of its fiscal revenue that year, the "Seriaju".
"The fighter jet you mentioned last time after the sculpture is it." "The Future" pointed to the fighter jet model and asked.
"That's right, I was too stressed by 'sang' at that time, and it was difficult to continue exploring forward. At that time, Nahaka later told me that once I took a few more steps forward, my spirit would be instantly defeated and go into a state of madness." Loka replied.
"Now don't be afraid anymore. I guess that the great Emperor Ivan Twenty-second is a person who is adventurous enough, but also cautious enough. Here, I can't feel a little 'sorrow'. Look, after we come out of the tunnel and enter here, the space is closed." "The Future" said, pointing behind us.
Loka looked along the fingertips of "future", and the tunnels and stairs leading here just now had no trace, just like the "toys" belonging to the gods hidden in the golden light at dusk.
Some slight radiating the chaotic light of five colors, but it has been covered by a thick layer of metal gate. In other words, the road when we came was completely blocked, and Loca and the "future" had no other choice to leave here except moving forward.
Although this place is a field covered by complex technological products, in fact, the neat layout here makes you feel very uncomfortable.
After all, all the products created by human beings are more or less flawed, especially art, which embody the brilliance of human imagination. However, the more mechanical regularity is, the more contrary to human freedom, revealing an experience that cannot be described in words, which is inconsistent with experience and experience.
Turning around and looking at the fighter model again, "Future" and Loka felt a gust of cold wind that should not appear here, which is indeed a common cold zone. But it has no source, as if it was poured into the connection point between each space and the mysterious antagonistic space. It is mixed with the "resentment" and stench from the endless abyss of the underworld, and also exclaims the warmth and sacred "heaven" that only gods can have.
Looking up at the black and golden wind, the relatively small, narrow, and perfectly streamlined combat aircraft, the "future" restrained the urge to reach out and touch it, and introduced:
"At that time, when the 'Two-Headed Eagle', Cruised's Aerospace Bureau was a very different existence than the gods. In the past, humans had only briefly tamed the 'Two-Winged Iguanas' in the early 1st and 2nd Eras, and by riding them, they could operate long distances or carry out military strikes.
"Later, due to the gradual disappearance of the dragon clan's power, the number of the "two-winged iguanas" that were related to them gradually decreased, and they died. It was not until the Putoya invented the plane that humans could return to the sky without the help of any magic power.
"Cruised's Aerospace Forces was the most powerful air military force on the mainland at that time. During the period when Cruised's brief rule over Eventry, the fighter jets that took off from Harrift Port would only take three days to reach the easternmost port city of Aptis.
"Even, the Khitan Rises, who are famous for their comprehensive strength, have to sign high-value purchase orders with the Cruzder Military Trading Department. After all, the Cruzder's Aerospace Forces can place 'Daily Punishment Fire' to any city of the Khitan Rises without any blow."
"So, this plane?" Loka asked, wanting to reach out to touch it, but he shrank back the second before his fingertips were about to touch it.
Looking up and down at the huge model of the combat aircraft, "Future" continued to introduce:
"I learned from the scattered information of Cruzde's "Aerospace Army R&D Department". Its flight maximum is already the ceiling of all combat aircraft. What can surpass it is the spacecraft in the same concept as the two discs behind it.
"In order to prevent Cruzde's Aerospace Army, Ivan Twenty-II died... In the era before sleeping, the emperors of Khitan Ris, "Stables", "Saders" and "Puppets" all invested a lot of resources to develop "radars" and "Anti-air artillery". And with the help of the largest family in its territory, the Luo family, it has been able to produce in batches.
"So, in order to fight this unfavorable situation and to force the Khitan Rises to continue to provide various resources to the Cruzd Empire, including the Urim ore required to produce the "Fire of Heavenly Punishment", Ivan Twenty-second ordered the development of the "Seriaju" with full concealment, speed and precise attack delivery in the early days of his succession. Its name is also very interesting."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Name? How do you understand it?" asked Loka.
"The Central Empire and some Putoyas call the Fire Empire the people Ceris, and every autumn, beautiful chrysanthemums bloom near the valley river of Khitanris. "Going to Ceris to Pick a chrysanthemum' is both a glorious thing, and a kind of romance and mystery." "The Future" smiled:
"Of course, it is also an unsuppressible ambition for resources and territory that penetrates into the soul of everyone Cruzde. However, it was impossible for a small city-state that developed near the North Mamous River to become one of the five empires that control the world without ambition."
"But, ambitions that long for eternity will always bring disaster. Brother 'Ice Blade' told me that you should never expect eternal things. They do not exist. Once you pursue them deliberately, you will be punished by the gods." Loka agreed, and said in confusion:
"But why, this kind of punishment will come to every human being who has obviously done nothing wrong but has suffered... and the lost one? I can't understand."
"I can't understand either, but we will get the answer soon." "Future" raised a slightly slight smile, revealing a subtle smile.
Immediately afterwards, he touched his pants pocket and took out the unfolding marks from it, which was still clean and tidy, with the fragrance of ink, as if the prophetic paper I had just taken off from the manual printer, and said to Loka as he showed it:
"In fact, when our "sorrow" is maintained at the lowest level, the front of the prophecy paper given to me by Sophia actually has no trace of any text. She just wrote the power of the ancient gods after twisted grabbing and refining it with the power of "Purple Mian", so that it will change according to "sorrow".
"But behind it is the mantra that awakens Ivan Twenty-second. Back then, before choosing to sleep, Ivan Twenty-second used the dark energy of the ancient gods about "time stagnation". It can induce Ivan Twenty-second's spirit to escape into the bottomless void, and press the pause button to maintain full vitality by pressing the passage of time in the body.
"At the same time, we can constantly rely on a lot of chaotic and complex energy to continuously provide, nourish and strengthen, so that once he wakes up, he will become a strong person like a rank 2. So I think, from the perspective of energy source and the divine punishment, since the clock of the new era has begun to rotate, Ivan Twenty-second must be punished. Perhaps, only by defeating him can we truly get it, and make the [order] of this world go to a formal way."
"Well, 'future', I... are ready... are ready to face Ivan Twenty-second with you, even if you want to fight him. Brother 'Ice Blade' told me that the Putoya said, 'The only thing that scares us is fear itself', I will not be afraid." Loka expressed the most mature and heavy belief in his most tender voice.
"Ivan Twenty-two was in front of us, one of the 'cultural boxes' that were layered like iron boxes to protect life... So, I will start to recite." As the "Future" said, turning the paper over and starting to recite in Guzhni Empire:
"Sleeping, confused, firm, and insight into the past and the future."
"The undead in the underworld, the karma fire of Fansheng, the crying of the Lord, and the lament of the gods."
"They will not disturb you, will not trouble you, will not worry you, will not fear you, will not fear you."
"Your endless time has stopped beating, and the flames of life have frozen and burned."
"The deep realm that no one is watching, the derailed body that no one knows."
"The gear of fate has turned, and the era of restart has arrived."
"I led the red fire and the extreme darkness of ice to come here."
Chapter completed!