Roskimir has always believed that his ancestor was Perun, the greatest warrior and patron saint of the Slavic people in ancient times.

The blood of the ancient gods flows in his body.

As for the reason, it is naturally because the great Perun ancestor told Roskimir in a dream.

Moreover, after arriving in Mosca, Roskimir stood by the river where the statue of his ancestor was pushed down, and he indeed heard the whispers of his ancestors ringing in his ears again.

Although Roskimir could not understand the whisper, he believed the message he received in his dream even more, and firmly believed that he was a descendant of Perun.

Even when he was in the mental hospital, the attending doctor told Roskimir with a constipated expression that the whispers by the river were just an auditory hallucination.

And the river where the Perun statue was pushed down was actually...not the river that Roskimir ran to worship.

But how could Roskimir believe the words of these mortals who were jealous of his great bloodline?

Haha, why am I worshiping in the wrong place?

I obviously checked the information for a long time before going there, how could I be wrong?

It must be that the other party is jealous of me and is calling a deer a horse.

It is like this, it must be like this!

Ah!

He also said that he was affected by the extraordinary manifestations this year, so his condition worsened.

What a big joke!

Roskimir was simply dismissive of this statement.

He walked on the street and touched the mental illness certificate he carried with him. The date of issuance on it was clearly three years ago.

Where did the extraordinary manifestation come from three years ago?

But three years ago, I was already a patient in Mosca Mental Hospital!

Roskimir got on the tram. Indulging in the fantasy world in his mind, he soon returned to his house in the suburbs.

This is a nice-looking single villa with three floors.

Unfortunately, it is too far from the city, and the surrounding area is not a wealthy area, so it is not valuable.

"Father, are you back?"

Roskimir opened the door and saw his eldest son and his wife waiting for him to have dinner on the dining table.

He nodded slightly, and immediately the three of them sat together and began to pray.

The content of the prayer is not that of the holy bishop, but a prayer to Perun adapted by Roskimir.

Boom!

There will never be any accidents when praying as usual.

Today, the three of them had just finished praying when they heard a loud noise, which seemed to come from the sky.

Roskimir's eyes suddenly widened and he felt his body trembling rapidly with excitement.

He couldn't help shouting loudly:

"I feel it now!"

"The great patron saint Perun is watching me..."

"Look, my whole body is shaking with excitement!"

Roskimir stood up and exclaimed.

His wife and eldest son showed worried expressions.

The eldest son quietly took out his cell phone, preparing to call relatives and friends for help if his father became ill.

As for finding a hospital.

Um... The financial situation of the Roskimir family is not very good recently. If we can save the cost of the ambulance, it is the best choice.

Xiao Yu was also a little confused at this time.

After he came to Mosca, he first cooperated with the official side, recorded the parts needed by the other party and the difficulties encountered, and then gave them to the wizard organization in the portable secret realm to solve them on the spot.

While Xiao Yu was wandering around, he noticed the interesting-looking Roskimir.

Xiao Yu was very convinced that Roskimir was a very ordinary Slav.

However, the other party's self-hypnosis for more than ten years made Xiao Yu think that this might be exploitable.

So Xiao Yu took the time to come over and was going to give Roskimir a small electric shock to let him feel the power of the God of Thunder.

Unexpectedly, he had just started and the witchcraft had not been released yet.

This Roskimir sensed the existence of divine power first, and his self-narcissism and self-hypnosis completed the effect Xiao Yu wanted to achieve.

"Father, I think you need to rest for a while."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I've never felt better."

Roskimir took a breath and waved his eldest son to sit down. Then he sat back on the main seat and looked at the half-eaten mashed potatoes. He stood up again and walked towards his bedroom:

"I won't eat. I think I need more time to understand the insights given by Perun's ancestors."

"Father's fantasies seem to be getting more and more serious."

"Yes, since the emergence of the extraordinary, his condition has worsened."

"But he still has very good self-control, so the hospital refuses to admit him. You know, the wards of mental hospitals are always full of beds recently."

"..."

Roskimir's eldest son, named Varodymir, just graduated from college this year and is also very troubled by his father.

only.

His parents didn't know.

In fact, deep down in his heart, this classmate Varokimir also hopes that his father's fantasy will be true.

After all, in that case, as a member of the Kimil family, wouldn't he also be a demigod with the blood of God flowing through him?

Maybe after recognizing his ancestor and returning to his clan, he can become a great transcendent?

Varokimir returned to his room, picked up his diary, and recorded his fantasy in it.

After finishing writing about his father's illness again today, Varokimir suddenly felt sleepy, and soon he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Darkness, the deepest darkness.

A bright light suddenly appeared.

Varokimir was startled and opened his eyes.

But suddenly he found himself on top of a bare mountain.

Moreover, a few meters away, his father, Roskimir, was standing there, at a loss.

"This is where?"

"Why is father there?"

"Haha, this must be...a dream, right?"

Varokimir rubbed his head and muttered to himself.

distance.

Xiao Yu played with the crystal ball.

Use dream magic to play with the dreams of two mortals.

This is really easy for him now.

In addition, there are a lot of materials, so Xiao Yu doesn't have to worry about the dreams he creates not being realistic enough.

Xiao Yu directly used the scene of the dragon-slaying battle that took place on a certain continent in Lilliput.

And played it in front of the two Kimils.

For a while.

The two Kimils stood tremblingly on the bare mountain and saw a large number of fully armed ancient army formations suddenly appearing on the horizon.

Those military formations were all composed of soldiers wearing thick armor, each of them was powerful and exuded a formidable spirit.

However, the military formation they formed was so disciplined, and it was no less generous than modern military formations.

There are also those terrifying knights, each of them is at least three meters tall. Even the man and his horse are covered in black iron armor. From a distance, they look like a black iron tank.

However, such a majestic knight actually listed more than ten phalanxes, and the number was no less than ten thousand.

So much so that both Kimils felt a little unreal.

After all, as far as their common sense is concerned, how could there be a force with such a powerful army in ancient Eastern and Western history?

Even in France, the country of knights back then, it was unparalleled even if the knights and attendants could have 7,000 heavy cavalry.

Moreover, the so-called heavy cavalry was nothing compared to the black iron knight in front of me!

After a while, as the military formation was fully deployed, including infantry, archers and other square formations, the total strength was no less than 200,000, all spread out on the plains under the mountains.

Roskimir shouted as if waking up from a dream, and shouted:

"This must be the war that the great Perun ancestors experienced!"

"A war between extraordinary beings!"
Chapter completed!