Although Brian has not been in Torrell World for a long time, and if he carefully calculates it, he has not even been ten years, his experience is full of legend.

From the fact that he escaped from the danger of the ancient Orence City in the dark area and experienced several things, he even saw several demon lord in the bottomless abyss. Until now, most legendary pros cannot compare with him.

Naturally, in addition to those noble gods, there are also many legendary powerful people he has seen in the material world.

Whether it was the voters of the Magic Goddess, the Prince of the Ghost City, or even Laroc, who was known as the "King of Lichs", he was deeply impressed.

But what impressed him the most was naturally Eolum, who was known as the "father of color-descending", which is now the brain of the Heart Fighter.

Brian can still clearly recall the scene where he met Eolum, especially the other party's deep and wise eyes, which shine bright purple, which made him instinctively feel that the greatest arcane master of this time in Naserel had long been beyond time.

This is indeed the case.

After leaving Elaineto City in Eorem for a long time, Brian realized that the other party had extraordinary beliefs about the law of time, this terrible power that was strictly prohibited by the gods to be directly sealed.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen to give up the path of restoring Naserier and chose the inner-striker.

After all, the once great heart-fighting empire was completely lost in some terrible time magic.

It was precisely because of the deep impression of Eolum that after Brian learned that his purpose was to find the "prophet of the earth" Ashindo, he often subconsciously curious about what the scene would look like when he met with the other party.

However, what disappointed Brian was that the mysterious sage in front of him did not bring him any shocking feeling.

The other party looked like an ordinary undead creature, just a skeleton that even wizards who were proficient in the Necrotic School could summon it.

‘Is this what is called returning to nature?’ Brian thought to himself.

Although the "Prophet of the Earth" Ashindo gave him a bad first impression, he would not naively think that the other party was really that bad, and would not want to tentatively throw a fireball to see if this skeleton can catch it.

After all, some people with high strength are not the kind who seem to be covered by colorful lanterns, and their every move is filled with bright light and magic, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are the most beautiful boy in the crowd.

Of course, Brian is not the case. Even though his strength has already reached the legendary realm, his favorite way of doing things is to act in a low-key manner.

But even if a person deliberately suppresses his momentum, the momentum in every move cannot be changed. As long as the strength between the two is not too wrong, you can detect his extraordinary identity and strength through your meticulous observation.

Ashindo, no matter how Brian observed it, he looked like an ordinary skeleton.

"You have this feeling, too." The golden dragon Paralandakus, who was hidden in the Ou Fire, obviously noticed Brian's strangeness, or what he was thinking, and couldn't help but communicate with him through his thoughts.

"The other party looks so ordinary."

As a ghost who lost his body, he obviously had the most say. "I didn't even notice any powerful soul fluctuations in his body. If I hadn't known his background, no one would believe that he was not a skeleton that could not be more ordinary."

Brian did not worry too much about this issue. After all, his purpose here was not to explore what strength the other party's strength had reached.

He took a deep breath, faced the skeleton on the Emerald Throne, bowed slightly to him with a respectful expression, and then said with respect: "As I expected, Sage Asindo, you are still alive."

"Living?" Old wise whispered in a whisper as if he was wondering whether the sentence he said was right or wrong, and then he said slowly as if he had figured it out:

"You're wrong, young man."

He lifted the skull covered with cracks and weathered marks, and two soul fires as big as rice grains in his eye sockets fell on Brian. "We are all dead and have disappeared forever in the long river of history."

Brian looked at the earth prophet on the throne in surprise, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart that the group of Saruk Lichs hidden in Oleme City would all be dead.

If he guessed correctly, he would solve the problem of using all his skills and could not see through the terrible power hidden in the skeleton in front of him, unless he was really an ordinary skeleton that could not be more ordinary.

"Are we all guessed wrong?" Golden Dragon Paralandakus also expressed the same doubts as Brian, "He is really just a skeleton, and he is communicating with us with his last remaining consciousness."

As a golden dragon who has lost his body and survived in the form of a soul, Paralandakus can confidently say that he is more than ten streets away from Brian when it comes to perception of soul energy.

It was precisely because of this reason that he could not see any flaws in the prophet of the earth that he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with him.

Just as Brian and Paralandaks, the man and one dragon were confused, the ancient evil god Seth, who was hidden in the holy emblem, immediately helped them ask this question.

Accompanied by a faint golden light flashing from the holy emblem, Brian immediately noticed a burning sensation from the holy emblem in his palm.

In the past, he would definitely think that this was a sign that Seth planned to do something against himself, and then he used his spiritual power without hesitation to suppress this power.

But this time it was different. He was in a white tower at the core of the Lost Oleme City. He knew that the other party could not make any waves here.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! So he threw the holy emblem into the air.

Suddenly, the holy emblem floated in the air under the guidance of the light golden light.

The evil god Seth's thoughts actually took the initiative to leave the residence of the Holy Emblem and turned into a human form. An old man in a dark golden robe appeared in the hall.

"You said you are dead." Seth snorted coldly, "Then why did you keep such a little consciousness?"

"Why should I call you Acindo, the 'prophet of the earth,' of Neseril, or Ishanass, the great sage of the Istosepiffer Empire?"

"It turned out to be Ishanas?" Hearing this name, the golden dragon Paralandask's exclaiming thoughts couldn't help but ring in Brian's mind.

Before Brian could ask carefully, he began to explain in detail, "He was the great sage of the Istosepfeffer Empire. In ancient times, in order to completely eliminate Ferlin Mokui, he proposed to divert the narrow sea, which caused a large-scale climate change due to the loss of control of magic, which became the cause of the final demise of the empire."

"And, he is also one of the authors of the Golden Scroll."

Brian was also shocked when he explained Paralandakus, looking incredibly at the skeleton sitting on the throne that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Facing the incarnation formed by Seth and questioning, even if Brian could not see any expression from Ashindo's face with only bones, he could feel a serious look in his subtle manner.

He stood up from the throne with a very difficult time, leaning over to Seth and said in a quiet voice, "Seth, I didn't expect that we could meet in this way."

"As you said, I am indeed dead." He said softly, without saying a word, the dim soul fire in his eyes flashed, like a candle swaying in the strong wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"What stays here is just a silly body that struggles to find the meaning of existence." The wise voice of the prophet of the earth exudes a sense of ruthless vicissitudes and desolation of time. "Every time I close my eyes, I feel as if I see the former territory of the great creator race, which is washed away by the long river of history, and becomes unrecognizable."

"You shouldn't close your eyes," Seth said. "A meaningless sleep will only make the world completely abandon you, and you open your eyes and take a look."

"What can I do if I open my eyes?" Asindo shook his head slowly, "What can I change?"

"What you can't change does not mean that I can't change either." Seth replied with a slightly excited expression:

"I am the incarnation of the Serpent of the Universe, one of the two snakes of the Creation, or you, the Lord God of Saruk Witch, who is known as the "creator race". Tens of thousands of years have passed, and even your Lord God has never forgotten it. What reason do you have to give up and continue this meaningless sleep."

Regarding the exchange between the two, Brian and the Golden Dragon Paralandakus in the Ohuo had completely become two people who could not even get into the mouth and could only remain silent.

Then, Seth was about to be in a turbulent year. How did Seth, the evil god of the Murholland divine system, in order to avoid Seth's pursuit, he had to seek the help of the old dominant Dark Night Snake, Dandal, and finally let the body swallow the demon lord Morshok, like a golden cicada, leaving behind a incarnation hiding in the witch spire, and successfully avoid Seth's perception and not being completely eliminated.

But the price paid for doing so was quite serious. Seth's body was directly swallowed by the abyss consciousness that even the gods feared, leaving only an incarnation with strength that even the demigod could not compare with him, living in the world.

Although Brian had already learned about Seth's past in detail, listening to him telling his miserable experience in his own way of selling misery again made him unable to help but feel a little sympathy, let alone Ahsindo, who is a Saruk witch.

However, what Brian didn't expect was that Ashindo was too calm. He stood in front of the throne, motionless like a sculpture. Even the two soul fires burned in his hollow eye sockets did not change at all due to emotional fluctuations.

It can be seen from this that although the other party had just woken up from his long sleep, he was likely to have learned about Seth's tragic experience, or his heart had long died, and nothing that happened in the material world could arouse his interest.

Brian would rather believe it was the latter.

After all, as a time traveler, he had long known the fate of the gods and the hidden rules in the dark, and he still believed that no matter how much effort the evil god Seth made, he would never be able to fulfill his wish to restore his divine power.

Obviously, after the plan for the Neserels was completely bankrupt thousands of years ago, the Earth Prophet Ashindo had probably guessed this ending, and then lay down and fell into a permanent sleep.

If he hadn't been too fierce in his battle with the wich, he would have woken up, I'm afraid he would never have woken up on his own initiative.

In this way, after Seth told his experience, the spacious and bright hall suddenly fell into strange silence. Only the magnificent tower top covered by dreamy lights seemed to tell everyone that the picture here was not being displayed by someone, but it was permanently frozen at this moment.

During the long silence, just as Brian's patience was about to be exhausted, the "Prophet of the Earth" Ashindo finally spoke.

He raised the skull that seemed to roll on the ground at any time. The dim soul fire locked on the incarnation of the evil god Seth, and then slowly shook his head, making a creaking sound of bones and joints colliding.

"Even if tens of thousands of years have passed, so what?" he said heavily, "After all, the true creator race has long been lost forever tens of thousands of years ago. Now this remnant is like an extinguished fire, a few wisps of smoke and dust floating in the air. Even so, even these light deaths are constantly fading."

"The world changes and changes in the world. In the long river of time, even the gods cannot avoid the cycle of life and death, let alone us mortals. This does not belong to our era. The only thing we can do is to sleep quietly and quietly."

Before Seth could speak, Ashindo said in a meaningful tone, "Besides, if a god is really facing the fall, then even if we do our best to help Him and save Him, it will be futile."

"So, you have never been optimistic about my return." The evil god Seth's words contained a hint of irresistible anger. "I would rather let Saruk Wu Wei disappear completely in the long river of time than to help me, right?"

"So what, so what, no?"
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