Chapter 111 The blood of the God of Creation, a bit like us?
"We cannot fall into the hands of various evil gods, and we must not allow them to desecrate all of this."
At the same time, in the palaces of the two kings, the two monarchs and emperors were sitting high up, overlooking the witches and ministers. Knowing that the situation was urgent, they decided to come in person and start digging the tomb.
All the major colleges and sect leaders came.
A total of thirteen legendary wizards patrolled everywhere.
Boom boom boom!
The earth was shaking, and the giant Adolf was holding a shovel, crushing the mountains and rivers, and walking back and forth nearby.
"They were unearthed too quickly. If we were given another hundred years, they would definitely not be my match." Suddenly, the six spy players looked solemn, completely silent, and no longer dared to approach.
The time is still too short.
The fastest among them is now only a fifth-level wizard, not even a legend, and knows the horror of a seventh-level epic wizard.
"But, others should be here too, right?"
They were hiding in the woods, and an inexplicable cold light flashed vaguely. Suddenly, their figures gradually disappeared, "Take the opportunity to kill them! Loot them!"
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Tomb remains.
"This is not the style of painting in our Babylonian era at all. It's like a child's graffiti. It's too ugly." Medusa frowned slightly. If it weren't for the cold air rising into the sky, she would have thought it was a fake tomb.
"This is not the painting style of the ancient Sumerian civilization. In the Sumerian city-state era, the level of craftsmen was extremely high and the relief paintings were extremely exquisite." Ermin said: "There are only two possibilities. First, the craftsmanship at that time was advanced.
No, it’s a mural of a child left by an older tribe in the Stone Age.”
"This cannot be an older tribal Stone Age." Medusa shook his head, "because the murals clearly depict the world-destroying flood."
Ermin continued: "Then, there is only the second possibility. The craftsmanship at that time was advanced, but time did not allow for the carving of exquisite reliefs, so we could only keep everything simple..."
"Could it be??"
Speaking of this, the two of them couldn't help but trembled all over, and their eyes brightened.
Yes, it records the Great Flood, so this is clearly a tomb built after the Great Flood. So, who has the qualification to build a tomb before the Great Flood is about to break out?
In fact, it hurt Xu Zhi's self-esteem to say that this mural was graffitied by a child. He had worked very hard, but he had never studied art. Then he used antique techniques from the Internet to simply make them old, and then baked them with flames.
mural.
But they don't know this, and they don't care. So what if the mural is new? If it is really Gilgamesh's Tomb of the Hero King, no matter how strange the picture is, they won't question it.
Because the coffin will tell them everything.
"Open."
With a command, the coffin was slowly opened.
An astonishing burst of white gas emerged. There were folded clothes in the coffin, and a long-handled white block emitting white gas, like a long sword, stained with fresh blood, slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"This is?"
Wow!
Medusa moved his hand, and the blood-stained dry ice floated into the air and fell into his hand.
The spilled blood was also wrapped in the air with her huge mental power and slowly suspended. "It's terribly cold. What is this? Ice cubes? It's the same as the cold phenomena seen outside by the wizards who discovered the tomb.
."
With the development of civilization to this day, it is not without water wizards who have researched this field. The concept of cooling water and ice has already appeared.
"It's not ice. It obviously doesn't have any witchcraft fluctuations, so how can it have such cold energy? And the vague shape of this sword, could it be from the legend..." Her brows suddenly moved, feeling that it was incredible, and she looked at the blood again, "
Whose blood is this..."
Suddenly, she remembered the rumors from ancient times.
"Could it be!?"
She suddenly shook her hand, and a magic box appeared, as well as a microscope and various alchemy bottles.
Over the years, it's not like she didn't let the wizards spend a lot of effort to cultivate a space tool.
However, despite spending a lot of national power, forty or fifty years later, this magic box is only a level 4 wizard, with only a small space of five cubic meters.
Medusa immediately started researching and noticed the anomaly in an instant, "The microscopic structure of any living thing is subject to birth and death, but some structures in this blood do not die..."
Blood that does not die??
The surrounding wizards were silent, suddenly became anxious, and were instantly shocked into silence:
"Eternal blood!"
In the tomb, everyone had expressions of bewilderment.
In ancient Sumerian mythology, Gilgamesh was not satisfied with the "blood of power" and attempted to kill the gods and steal the "blood of immortality" to gain true immortality.
"OMG!"
"This is the blood of the Creator!"
Everyone looked at it.
Back then, the Sword of Morcles melted for unknown reasons and turned into a mist filled with ice, but the blood on it was still flowing.
The entire ancient Sumerian civilization was destroyed for "these bloods" in front of them, but in front of them, the blood of immortality appeared alive... What an intoxicating and fascinating blood of gods.
"This is equivalent to destroying a splendid ancient civilization in exchange for these only blood..." Medusa looked at the dark red blood. Every drop was so elite and so charming.
In the same year, countless people tried to fuse the "blood of immortality", but died one after another without exception.
At this moment, people clearly understood that the immortality of blood was not something they mortals could bear.
"The Spear of Shengwu" records:
[In the year 891 of the Kingdom of Babylon, the tomb of Gilgamesh reappeared, the sword of Mocles was destroyed, and the blood of eternal life appeared]
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896 AD of the Kingdom of Babylon.
Over the past five years, the entire country has been mobilized and countless mathematical schools have conducted research, with Emperor Medusa as the core, and some vague clues have been discovered.
Medusa worked day and night and fell into the extreme frenzy of research, "My truth may be inside! The life and death of cells can allow me to break through the door of death! Ignite the divine fire and use my own power to break through half the world.
Divine realm!”
"Weaken it with potion, maybe neutralize it..."
"No, this kind of power is still too violent! It cannot be mastered by mortals, but if it is weakened countless times, it may be able to possess a trace of divinity..."
The other side.
In recent years, another country's spy has been eliminated.
Now they are hiding in the dark. The Church of the Evil God is getting stronger and stronger, and each has its own witches who have taken refuge with them. They are lurking in various kingdoms as spies, and have obtained some peripheral information, and handed it over to the real research institute as a subject.
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"What, got the blood of the Creator God?"
"Oh, God!"
"Look what they did in the other world!?"
Suddenly, in secret underground base research institutes all over the earth, researchers wearing white coats began to move quickly and were extremely excited. What is the concept of a creation god?
All researchers know this!
United States Underground Research Institute.
The Supreme Research Institute is in a huge multimedia room with a huge computer screen. An old professor is presiding over it, holding a long black stick and pointing at the big screen.
"We didn't get the core data, but after a rough look at the microstructure of the blood, it's obviously not the blood of earthly creatures."
"If it is true, then this kind of infinitely viable cells must indeed be called 'immortal blood', but don't you think that our earth's special disease - cancer, is somewhat similar to cancer cells?"
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Institute of Island Studies.
The same boiling scene is still happening.
"This blood seems a bit weak! Is the blood of the God of Creation just this level? I personally think that the blood of the God of Creation is not accessible to ordinary people. Even the evil gods cannot look directly at them.
Listen to the chorus.”
Countless researchers are discussing it.
Finally, they came up with a more reasonable explanation.
"There may be more than one Creator God. The Creator God is an existence that spans countless dimensions. It is an abstract entity with chaotic meaning in the entire multiverse. What appears in the wizard world may not be his real body, but his countless embodied bodies.
He is just a member, creating world after world, destroying world after world, and participating in the birth and death of the world. His body should always be in the dimensional courtyard."
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Huaguo Underground Research Institute.
The voice was serious and dignified.
"Although we can only get a simple screenshot of microscopic cells and cannot study them, from the characteristics revealed by the Wizard Research Institute, cells will not die, which is too similar to cancer, a terminal disease unique to our earth.
Yes, is it possible that our earth is also one of the worlds created by the God of Creation? Are we the descendants of the God of Creation?"
Some people in white coats were talking about their positions and couldn't help but have such bizarre thoughts.
Cancer cells have always been a difficult problem for modern science to solve.
Countries spend hundreds of billions of research funds every year, and countless medical professors want to conquer this terminal disease.
But there is absolutely no way.
To this day, people only know that carcinogens can induce changes in potential cancer cells in the body, but no one knows how they are actually produced. It seems to be deeply rooted in the genes of the human body. It may become diseased at any time and cause diseases to people.
Come to death.
Perhaps, humans possess the potential gene of God, which is a kind of immortal cell, but the body cannot bear it?
And, what’s even more horrifying to think about is:
In ancient mythology, Pangu, the "Creator God" of the earth, after the creation of the world, his body transformed into all the mountains, rivers, land, living creatures and plants, and his blood also turned into living creatures. Are we really descendants of the Creator God?
Do we have the blood of the Creator God?
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Institute of Soviet Russia.
"If this is really the case, it would be too terrifying."
"The more spies are allowed to explore inside, the scarier it becomes. What kind of game are we getting into?"
"The dimensional courtyard in the game "Spore Evolution" is evolving cells and the creator of spore life. Is it possible that he is really the creator? He also created our earth era?"
The more I think about it, the more I become frightened.
After all, an extremely terrible coincidence occurred:
——The blood of the Creator God is somewhat similar to our blood!
It is somewhat unreasonable to say that the Creator God has never been to the earth. He may even have created our world.
They made bold guesses and felt vaguely proud that we have the blood of the Creator God? Could it be that... we earthlings have always guarded the treasure mountain in vain? The real treasure lies in the disease cancer that is unique to our earth?
It seems that we need to invest more money in researching cancer!
Xu Zhi: "..."
right!
What you said is right!
You are awesome! You are powerful! You are right!
You are all my descendants, I can’t defeat you! Can I admit defeat?
Xu Zhi sat on a chair and took a bite of an apple. "Brothers, please stop thinking. I'm really afraid of you. I've had enough of you. This is my orchard. I just want the ink in it to grow."
Dusa, Armin, help me research the alchemy potion and help me cure my illness, these things are beyond my control!"
