Kant and Lunt each harbored doubts and curiosity, and cautiously approached the center of the battlefield, which was a place covered with a thick layer of black ash.
It was very quiet all the way here, I didn't encounter any danger, I didn't meet other people, I didn't even see any insects.
"Is this the center of the battlefield? This place... I remember it was originally supposed to be a hillside..."
Professor Kant took out a map from his arms and examined it carefully in the gradually brightening light.
Then he put down the map and looked at the large flat black wasteland in front of him. There were no energy storms or space rifts.
"The intensity of this divine battle is indeed very low. Why is it like this?"
He asked very puzzledly.
"This may be because of the gap in strength between the two sides..."
Lunt on the side speculated.
"It's just like if ordinary people want to catch a cat in the house, it will be very troublesome and may make the room a mess; but if they just catch an ant, they can just pinch it and it will be done."
"Haha, that's a very bold guess."
Professor Kant laughed dryly, not quite agreeing with what he said.
When we reach the stage of true gods, who can be weaker than whom?
But he couldn't completely rule out this possibility. Human beings still knew too little about gods.
If this is the case, how terrifying is the other god?
I’m afraid it’s impossible to figure it out with human imagination, right?
"Professor, I discovered something strange again."
Lunt next to him suddenly spoke, interrupting Professor Kant's thoughts.
"Although my perception is severely disturbed here, I still tried to expand it..."
"Have you noticed that there seems to be only one type of pressure and aura fluctuations remaining here?"
Professor Kant shook his head, he really didn't notice.
After entering this black wasteland, he quickly closed his senses and did not dare to expand.
Moreover, his perception is only for the convenience of research. Whether it is accuracy or sensitivity, it is definitely not comparable to that of an eighth-level legend.
He quickly gathered his courage and let go of his senses to feel the afterglow around him.
Indeed, I can only feel a very subtle residual pressure.
Powerful, violent, and just a faint trace left him feeling headaches. He seemed to hear some strange sounds in his ears, like some kind of desperate wails and screams before death.
Professor Kant's face suddenly turned pale, his body staggered and he almost fell down. He was already on the verge of mental pollution.
This residual coercion was not a big threat to the eighth-level Lunt, and only gave him a slight headache. However, it was extremely dangerous to Professor Kant, who was only half a transcendent.
"Professor! Professor! Put away your senses!"
Lunt grabbed Professor Kant's arm, took out a knife from his arms, and pressed it against the professor's fingertips, preparing to cause him some pain to help him maintain consciousness.
"No... no need, I'm fine..."
Professor Kant quickly withdrew his senses, waved his hand, stood up straight, and his expression gradually improved.
"After all, it is the site of the War of Gods. It is not something people like me can peep into at will..."
"You'd better put away your senses, otherwise I won't be able to save you if you touch something you shouldn't spy on."
He opened his mouth to persuade.
Lunt was startled by his reaction and nodded repeatedly.
"However, is there really only one kind of residual pressure and aura fluctuation? Why is this?"
Professor Kant asked quickly.
Lunt shrugged, saying that he couldn't understand the gods' operations, but he still made a wild guess:
"The remaining one obviously belongs to the evil god. He must have been killed by the good god, so there is still one left, right?"
Professor Kant did not answer and did not comment on this speculation.
He once took a look from a distance outside another God War ruins. The remaining pressure and fluctuations there have not dissipated yet. Just looking at it will make his vision blurry and his eyes swell and hurt.
Perhaps, the divine battle that left behind the three ruins was not one-on-one like today, but many-on-many, which is why the remaining reactions were so violent and continue to this day.
This is a major discovery in archaeology!
The paper I wrote when I went back could shock the whole world!
When the time comes, you can call on Coro as your assistant and ask her to sign it, so that she will become famous in the archaeological community.
Professor Kant murmured in his heart, not forgetting to give Xiao Keli a hand, who is diligent and studious these days and respects teachers.
She is much better than this bad old man like me, she should still be alive, right?
The two of them continued to move forward, gradually approaching the place where Rohr had sheathed his sword.
When he walked here, Lunt seemed to feel something. Although he listened to the professor's advice and put away his senses, the instinctive reaction of an eighth-level legend was still there.
He smelled something unusual in the air, and a few cards popped out between his fingers like magic, and he slowed down.
Then, he saw two young men who looked like ordinary villagers, with the trailer of a truck parked next to them.
Both of them were wearing linen and straw sandals, and were dressed very simply. They were holding a pair of shovels in their hands, and they were digging soil one shovel at a time and filling it into the bucket next to them.
What are these two people doing?
Wait, that’s not right!
Why would anyone else come to this place?
Who are they?
Professor Kant and Lunt's expressions suddenly changed, they crouched and approached cautiously.
Lunt also crushed a card in his hand, and the figures of the two gradually became blurred and transparent, not only covering up the fluctuations in Lunt's body, but also their breathing and heartbeats.
Very good invisibility skills.
The appearance of the two young men is very similar. They both have ordinary faces, like twins. However, one always has a faint smile on his face, looking like a typical sunny young man in a mountain village.
The other always had a gloomy look on his face, as if he was carrying some unbearable weight.
While digging, the dark-faced young man stopped and turned to look at the smiling young man.
"Why are you looking at me? Keep digging!"
"The village has been peaceful for so long, and the farmers' harvests are not as good as each year. If you don't think of a way to bring some back home, will you have to live with the wind in winter?"
The smiling young man said angrily.
The black-faced young man still didn't speak and continued to stare at him.
The smiling young man seemed to be able to read his thoughts from his eyes. He smiled and shook his head and continued:
"No, maybe they were just passing by?"
"And it looks harmless to humans and animals, so there shouldn't be any hostility, right?"
"Do you think so?"
His last words were actually asked to Professor Kant and Lunt who were invisible not far away.
Lunt was suddenly shocked. He was very confident in his invisibility skill. It was a unique skill among unique skills. Even a ninth-level saint could not see through it.
What's more, this area is very special, and the perception is seriously disturbed, so it can only be expanded reluctantly, and it is also very dangerous.
So how did these two guys who looked like ordinary villagers find themselves?
Lunt didn't have time to think too much, he grabbed Professor Kant's arm and planned to escape.
He didn't dare to take action in a place like this, as he might cause some terrible situation.
However, before he had time to take a step, he found that his vision blurred, and his body had left the place and came to the two young people.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
The smiling young man said.
Although the smile on his face was very sunny, in the eyes of the two professors, it revealed an indescribable weirdness and terror.
After all, Lunt still had the mental quality of an eighth-level powerhouse. He swallowed hard and replied in a low voice:
"We...we were just passing by..."
"We are really just passing by, we have no hostility at all!"
For some reason, he clearly didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of power in the two villagers, and they looked like ordinary people.
But the instinct of his body made him feel extremely awed, as if facing two extremely powerful beings, his heartbeat increased uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became rapid.
"Is that so? That's good..."
The smiling young man nodded, as if he didn't intend to embarrass them.
"But since we happened to meet each other, please do us a favor. We just need to take a rest."
As he spoke, he handed over the shovel in his hand.
The same goes for the black-faced young man next to him.
Professor Kant and Lunt did not dare to disobey at all, so they could only stretch out their hands with slight trembling and took the shovel.
A very ordinary shovel, the same style as the ones sold on the street.
"By the way, I almost forgot to remind you not to use any inexplicable strange power, otherwise you may cause some trouble."
Lunt nodded quickly.
The two of them rolled up their sleeves, shoveled shovel after shovel of soil, and filled it into the tractor-trailer.
The two villagers watched silently, saying little except for occasionally encouraging them and reminding them to change places.
Even the expressions on his faces haven't changed, one is still smiling and the other is dark.
Because they did not dare to use their extraordinary strength, the two professors were so busy that they were sweating profusely and panting heavily. The sun came out before they could barely fill up the bucket.
"It's almost done. It's really hard work."
The smiling young man clapped his hands and took back the shovel from the two men's hands.
The dark-faced young man turned his head and gave him a look that seemed to express something.
The smiling young man understood the look in his eyes, shook his head and advised:
"Eh? There's no need for it, right? Didn't we agree that we would only dig soil on this trip and not kill anyone?"
The dark young man continued to stare at him.
"No, no, no, don't be like this, just do what you say!"
"Besides, wouldn't it be great if we asked them to help keep it secret?"
After saying that, he looked back at Professor Kant and asked:
"Can you promise me not to tell anyone about your meeting with us?"
Professor Kant didn't realize what was going on, so he nodded subconsciously.
"Very good, you agreed!"
The smiling young man said, slapping his hands three times.
Professor Kant and Lunt felt their eyes go dark at the same time and fainted.