The attributes are skyrocketing infinitely, I dominate the diversity Extra (not related to the main plot): Blue Star Past - Monroe Holmes and Leonardo da Vinci
Extra (not related to the main plot): Blue Star Past - Monroe Holmes and Leonardo da Vinci
Time: After the duel between Mu Cang and Wu Zhan.
Location: Lighthouse Free Federation.
Among the desolate mountains, inside the secret base of Fu Company.
After awarding the task of leaving the ‘Angel’s Bones’ to the Dark Star, Monroe Holmes pondered again:
"With Abram's ability, it is somewhat difficult to complete this mission."
On the big screen in front of him, an image of Mu Cang examining a crystal skull was being projected.
"So it's best to use him to test this 'humanoid nuclear weapon'."
Tang Henyu said in a charming voice, "After all, only Dark Star's ability is more suitable, and even if I lose... I won't feel bad."
"Well... okay." Monroe said nonchalantly, "Since the order has been issued, let's do it."
"yes."
"well--"
Monroe sighed, "Looking back at the past, neither Leonardo nor I thought that these two weak flames of science and superpower... would one day be so powerful that they could tear apart the glory of the 'Lord'."
"da Vinci?"
Tang Henyu asked curiously, "Boss, I have always been wondering why you didn't extend Leonardo da Vinci's life back then?"
"This is it."
Munro seemed to be lost in memories and said leisurely, "Because he...has no obsession with immortality."
…
The poet Petrarch once said:
"I don't want to become God or live in eternity. The glory that belongs to humans is enough for me. This is all I pray for. I am a mortal, and I only ask for...the happiness of mortals."
At the beginning of the 16th century, the continent of Europe.
University of Bologna, Italy.
"Ignorance and blind obedience may lead to disaster. Only by relying on rational self-salvation can we gain new life."
The young-looking Monroe Holmes had a clear voice and wrote on the blackboard one stroke at a time.
The students below the podium were equally attentive.
As a rare young talent in this university, Monroe had many admirers, and people were amazed by how knowledgeable and talented he was at such a young age.
But no one knew that Monroe was no smarter than anyone else.
All his knowledge was acquired through hard work on his own.
In terms of age, he may be older than the oldest professor in the school.
Not long after, the class ended.
Wow——
In the corridors that connect the classrooms, students and teachers are coming and going incessantly, and the sound of discussions is endless.
"Please give way, thank you, please give way."
Monroe walked through the crowd holding the teaching materials while smiling and nodding to the students and teachers passing by.
When a familiar teacher saw him, he asked curiously: "Professor Holmes, where are you going in a hurry? I heard that you have asked for leave."
"Oh, Mr. Leicester, a friend wrote to me saying that he has something important to do. You know the guy from the Polytechnic Institute." Monroe hurried past and replied quickly with a smile.
"Polytechnic...friend..." Leicester thought for a while and suddenly said, "Oh, it turns out to be that artist."
By this time, Monroe had already walked away and could not answer him.
The next morning.
Click~click~
The beat of horseshoes slowed down, and Monroe arrived in Milan in a carriage.
After getting off the carriage, he looked up at the distant house shrouded in bright sunshine, pressed his hat and walked slowly over.
…
Looking at the apparently extremely ancient stone carving fragments on the table, Munro raised his head in confusion, looked at his friend opposite who was writing and drawing, and frowned:
"Da Vinci, my friend, is this the important item you mentioned in your letter?"
"It looks like it's just a... stone with some age."
"Well…"
Hearing the disappointment hidden in the other person's tone, Da Vinci pondered noncommittally for a moment, raised his head and said with an incomprehensible expression, "My friend, do you know... prehistoric civilization?"
"Prehistoric civilization? I have heard of this pioneering theory."
Monroe frowned even more tightly, "However, that is nonsense. The world was created by God. Nothing existed before creation, so prehistoric civilization is a paradox."
"This involves another issue."
Da Vinci slowly said, "Does Genesis really exist? Is God omniscient and omnipotent?"
"This..." Monroe's eyes widened and he looked his friend up and down in surprise, "Da Vinci, you should know that you have blasphemed God when you said this!"
"Haha." The other party's beard trembled and he smiled, "We are friends, there are only two of us here, not to mention..."
Da Vinci blinked his eyes and said with a humorous smile: "This is Milan, not the Tribunal of Rome."
"Well..." Monroe folded his arms and pursed his lips without saying a word.
His intuition told him that this genius friend in front of him would definitely say something shocking later.
But his curiosity has grown more and more, so...it doesn't hurt to listen.
After a while, Munro loosened his collar and said solemnly:
"My friend, what did you find?"
Da Vinci sat up and looked out the window.
He did not speak directly about his discovery. Instead, he seemed to be lost in memories and said with a vague expression: "What I want to say is that when I was very young, I could always see some bizarre scenes."
"The roaring sky, the angry ocean, the collapsing earth..." Leonardo da Vinci looked at the lush palm tree outside the window, his eyes flashing:
"This tree is ten times older than me, but now I can see its tender appearance when it just sprouted."
"you mean……"
Monroe looked at Da Vinci with an uncertain expression.
"And you, my friend."
Da Vinci turned around and looked over with bright eyes:
"I saw you, I saw you grow old and regain your youth several times, I saw you fighting with wild beasts in the wilderness, and in the dark corner of the village, struggling to avoid the pursuit of ignorant villagers."
"You..." Monroe looked at him blankly with his eyes wide open, speechless, "You, you also have the power given by God?! You can see the past of things!"
"Has God given you the power..."
Da Vinci pondered this term carefully, shook his head and said: "Maybe, but I would rather define our kind of people - people with special abilities.
Human beings with special and abnormal abilities.”
He turned to look at the brown leather sofa in the living room:
"I can often see what an old sofa looked like when it was younger."
"But for the vegetation and rocks in nature, I can at most see what they looked like hundreds of years ago.
But if it was man-made, I mean, if there was a piece of fine stone that was made into floor tiles by masons in BC and placed in the Senate House in Rome, I might have been able to see the scene when Caesar was killed."
Monroe frowned and analyzed slowly: "What you mean is that when you come into contact with objects made by people, you can break through the boundaries of your vision of spying on time."
Da Vinci said leisurely: "To be precise, I can use the artificial objects that are the result of the change process of natural materials caused by beings with souls and spirits as the main cause, to peek into a certain range of scenes around that point in time, and
The precise moment when that artifact was born.”
"call--"
Monroe took a long breath and asked nervously, "So, what exactly did you find?!"
"What I want to say is, when I touched this stone carving brought from an underground cave by an explorer friend...guess what I 'saw'?" Leonardo da Vinci tapped the table gently.
"I'm a little angry." Monroe frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I found that you like to show off. This is not a good habit."
"Okay, okay." Da Vinci shrugged and smiled, "I'll tell you everything."
"Yeah." Monroe straightened up and looked like he was listening.
Da Vinci dropped his smile and said firmly: "Genesis does not exist!"
"What?!" Monroe's eyes widened and he was speechless in shock.
“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the face of the abyss; but the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
God said: Let there be light.
Then there was light.
When God saw that the light was good, he separated the light from the darkness.
God called the light day, and the darkness he called night.
There is evening and there is morning. This is the first day.
…
All things in heaven and earth have been created.
By the seventh day, God's work of creating creation was completed, so he stopped all her work and rested on the seventh day.
God blessed the seventh day and designated it as a holy day, because on this day, God stopped all the work of creation and rested. - "Old Testament Genesis"
After gently reciting the sacred scripture, Leonardo da Vinci said calmly, "If you add up the ages of all the prophets and kings in the genealogy system recorded in the Old Testament, then you can get a fairly accurate result——
Our world was created by God at 10 o'clock in the morning on October 26, 4004 BC."
"Well..." Monroe pondered for a moment and said, "Logically speaking, there should be nothing wrong with this."
"Yeah."
Da Vinci smiled sarcastically, "But the time when this stone was carved was much earlier than God created the world."
His expression was solemn, his eyes stared straight at the silent Monroe, and he said in a deep voice:
"This stone carving is part of a large mural. It was painted and carved by a group of giants who are much taller than us humans."
Da Vinci picked up the stone as big as a bowl and placed it in the palm of his hand, narrowed his eyes and seemed to have flashes of dazzling light, and said slowly:
"They are a group of giants who can control water flow, fire, thunder and lightning, beetles... their bodies seem to be much stronger than Hercules.
To be honest, I doubt that all the special abilities we have...come from them."
"The source of the god-given power? The ancient giant? In what era was that?!" Monroe's body tensed and he looked surprised.
Da Vinci said faintly: "Three million years BC..."
"What?!"
Munro froze and looked at Da Vinci with dumbfounded eyes.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Da Vinci shrugged: "But that's the truth."
"Huh -" Monroe couldn't help biting his finger, "What are those giants? Well, I mean... what should we call them?"
Titans? Gods? Or angels?”
"Gods?" Da Vinci frowned and said, "The gods in my mind don't look like that."
"Then what should we call them...?" Monroe asked.
"Although they are very tall, they are not as huge as the Titans." Da Vinci thought for a while and said, "I think... since their appearance is so intimidating and they have all kinds of magical powers, why not...
Call them angels."
…
Centuries have passed since Monroe Holmes' deep conversation with Leonardo da Vinci.
The advent of the textile machine and steam engine started a new chain reaction of technological revolution and opened the door to the first industrial revolution.
The emergence of various new technological products has also completely revolutionized human society.
Times are changing, and so was Monroe during this long period of time.
He took advantage of his immortality to continuously learn more knowledge, accumulate more and more wealth, and contact and win over various geniuses.
The Flesh Order has also continued to grow and develop under its management.
One year, he wanted to return to his hometown to avenge his mother.
But unfortunately, that village has been washed away by the torrent of history and cannot be found again.
At that moment, Monroe realized:
"Time is cruel, but it favors me the most. Wise men, heroes, gangsters... No matter who they are, even other people with special powers, they will also die of old age. Only I can stay young and live forever!
"
In the secret room of the Flesh Order, Munro raised his head and smiled arrogantly: "I am the eternal being who surpasses all human beings, the second Yahweh."
"But..." He lowered his head and murmured quietly, "I am not truly immortal yet. My soul and body are full of weaknesses. Low temperature, high temperature, explosives, poisons... can hurt me or even kill me.
!My self-healing ability has its limits, and there is that person... Mycenir, the King of Wizards!
"
"call--"
As the mood became agitated, the power of telekinesis operated autonomously and slowly lifted Monroe into the air.
He narrowed his eyes and growled unwillingly: "This kind of thing cannot be allowed to happen! I will completely defeat death and you!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Angels...I want to find you! I want to get more superpowers...from you!"
Time is like running water, hundreds of years pass by in the blink of an eye.
The roar of the second industrial revolution has been playing for half a century.
Today, the development and widespread use of electricity has brought the dawn of a new era - the electrical age.
At the same time, the continent of Europa also quietly entered the clouds of war.
And the Order of Flesh, an organization that has been hidden behind the world for hundreds of years and controlled by Monroe Holmes, has also stood behind a certain empire under his will.
When the world fell into bottomless chaos, Monroe took advantage of the power of that empire, consumed a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and tried his best to find everything related to the ancient angels.
Ancient religions, ancient ruins, myths and legends, Shambhala, crystal skulls, the axis of the earth and stars...
Munro searched for any rumor, true or false.
But after putting in a lot of effort, he didn't get what he wanted.
Fortunately, on the eve of the destruction of that empire, the [Ancestral Heritage Society], which was formed internally to deal with this matter, passed on an important piece of information to Monroe.
Regarding the ancient stone carving, they found its main body.
An ancient mural from an unknown era located on an isolated island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
…
A looming small boat sailed on the vast Atlantic Ocean.
Under the blue sky, moist water vapor comes towards you.
At the end of the line of sight, the sea and the sky merge together, and only an unclear horizon can be seen.
time flies.
This boat, which was vague to the naked eye, chased the horizon without stopping, but could never shorten the distance.
That line seems to lie beyond the boundaries of human sight, far away and never traceable.
So, Monroe, who was already a little impatient, frowned and asked:
"Erwin, how long will it take us to reach our destination?"
Erwin, who was driving the boat in front, lowered his head and looked at the ancient nautical chart that was annotated in detail with a large number of words. He did not look back, but replied in a respectful tone: "Dear Mr. Holmes, we will be ready in about three hundred and fifty nautical miles."
We’ve reached our destination.”
"Ah, very good."
Monroe touched his chin and asked again, "To be able to find this place, the Heritage Society must have paid a heavy price."
"Yes, it took us many years to find this place, and many people were sacrificed in order to divert the attention of the United States and those empires." The blond middle-aged man sandwiched between the two sighed.
Monroe was noncommittal: "Well, in order to achieve the goal, sacrifice is always inevitable."
After the conversation, several people remained silent.
As the boat sailed, the sky became darker and darker.
From azure to dark blue, from dark blue to dark blue.
Night has fallen.
Wow - Wow -
The waves roared and the night was misty.
After a long voyage, the ship finally reached an endless sea area.
But here, there is still nothing but sea water.
Just when Monroe was confused and wanted to ask.
The boat seemed to have crossed some invisible line.
A hundred meters ahead, a huge white fog wall about a kilometer high and indistinguishable width appeared suddenly.
The whole process was extremely abrupt, as if the screen was dropping frames.
A second ago, the sea was endless.
The next second, this huge wall that looked like the end of the world filled his eyes.
This made Monroe, who was quietly looking at the sea in front of him, completely unable to react and just stood there blankly.
After a second, he suddenly smiled and said: "So that's it. It turns out that there is a layer of fog that turns the entire island into a transparent thing. You can't see it from all directions."
Monroe shook his head and praised: "It's really amazing. I don't know if it's man-made or it's just like this."
While he was talking to himself, the boat had crossed the remaining 100 meters and broke into the wall of fog.
This magical layer of white mist is not too thick, only about five or six meters.
After driving out of the wisps of clouds and mist, what appeared in front of them was a beautiful island like a fairy tale world.
From a distance, the golden sandy beach surrounds an oval green gentle slope.
On the slightly undulating slopes, brightly colored flowers grow in twos and threes, not too densely packed, but scattered in an orderly manner.
Bang!
After mooring to the shore, several people immediately disembarked.
The surroundings were not quiet at this time, and Monroe could even clearly hear the sound of small lizards crawling in the soil and the clear chirping of insects in the flowers.
Looking up, the island is not that big.
He turned his head slightly and channeled his mental energy, and he could 'see' a large pattern carved on a mountain wall a few kilometers away.
There is more than one picture, but a series of large pictures.
But the road leading there is also densely covered with thousands of brown-black hard trees.
"That's where the mural is."
Monroe looked in the direction of the stone wall... His sight was filled with huge trees growing wildly.
There is absolutely no road.
It seems that it is not easy to walk there, so I can only walk slowly on the ground.
ten minutes later……
laugh!
After casually cutting off the incoming strange snake, Munro looked up at the stone wall ten meters away, feeling a little amazed in his heart.
In front of me, a hundred-meter-high stone wall covered the field of vision.
From left to right, it is covered with simple or complex patterns.
The mural depicts ancient giants in red, yellow and black.
All animals, plants, characters, and buildings are all outlines traced by simple lines. The painting style is rough and majestic, with a primitive and wild flavor.
As you can see, the black is charcoal, the yellow and red are hematite and colored soil rocks, and all the pigments are pure natural minerals and wood plants.
This mural, if Leonardo da Vinci said it at the time, was at least the product of millions of years ago.
Card!
Munro pressed the long-preserved stone carving into the missing groove of the mural, feeling excited.
Slowly taking a few steps back, he looked at the surrounding murals and found that almost all the murals were missing to varying degrees. He didn't know whether it was natural causes or man-made.
After calming down, Monroe began to carefully observe these ancient murals.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the mural, there were initially large areas of humanoid creatures floating on the sea, and the sky was filled with flames.
Surrounded by endless flames, a black-armored giant radiating endless brilliance was slightly raising his hand as if to do something.
While Monroe was observing the mural attentively, Erwin came staggering from behind and panted.
Erwin's face lit up after seeing the mural, and when his body shook, more than a dozen clones of the same appearance suddenly appeared on the spot.
These clones stepped forward one after another and began to carefully investigate the mural with various tools.
At this moment, a cry of surprise sounded in Monroe's ears.
"Mr. Holmes!"
"Mr. Holmes, come here and see what I found!"
A sudden shout interrupted Monroe's observation.
Turning around, I saw a blond middle-aged man who had walked a few hundred meters away at some point and was calling.
Monroe stepped lightly and without making a sound, he jumped across a long distance in front of him and asked: "What did you find?"
"Look!" The latter rubbed his hands vigorously on a cone-shaped rock next to the mountain wall, and a pure black smooth surface was created.
"Oh?" Monroe quickly walked over to observe.
But I found that this was not a huge rock at all.
This... is clearly an unknown structure protruding from a giant man-made structure.
Moreover, the composition of this structure is not actually any known metal on Blue Star.
"Well……"
Monroe frowned and looked confused. He raised his head and looked up along the unknown structure, which was covered with a thin layer of rock dust for dozens of meters in radius.
But I saw a mountain with an overly regular shape.
On its surface, there are mottled pure black traces all over.
He couldn't help but spread out his spiritual power and tried his best to cover the mountain.
after a while.
Only then did Munroe figure out the full picture of this huge anomaly.
This is a giant man-made structure that looks like a spindle.
I don't know how many years ago, an onion fell from the sky, cracking open the thick mountain wall that spanned the entire island, and penetrated deeply into the island's stratum.
"Huh?"
The blond middle-aged man next to him squatted down and touched the ground, wondering, "Why is the mercury content in this stratum so high?"
At this moment, the spindle-shaped object as huge as a mountain in front of Monroe seemed to be stimulated by his mental power, and it suddenly started to tremble slightly.
During the buzzing sound, thousands of sharp black thorns emerged from the inside.
"This is……"
Monroe stared blankly at the huge door with an unknown structure slowly opening in front of him, and murmured blankly, "What is this...?"
There was no light at all in the huge portal, and it was filled with a strong aura of death.
It was as if there had been no living things inside for many years.
But at this moment, Munro suddenly had a strong premonition.
There is something in this huge spindle-like spike-like artificial thing that can change his destiny.
then……
"call--"
With a long sigh of relief, under the dull gaze of the blond middle-aged man next to him, Monroe walked step by step towards the deep portal, towards the unknown.
