Chapter 299 How many years is Yikunnian? (5)

Haha, evil god? What a bullshit evil god.

The one suppressed here is his predecessor, his fellow villager, and Zhou Yang's head.

Ron couldn't help but clench his fingers. Not only did they kill him, but they also wanted to divide his body into seven parts and suppress it in the headquarters of the seven major orthodox religions, so that he would never be reincarnated? Senior Archibald, was this also his fate?

If my strength reaches a certain level, will I also face such a result?

Ron didn't know Zhou Yang, and had never met or spoken to Zhou Yang. Apart from being fellow villagers, there was no other relationship between them.

But even so, Ron still felt as if there was a fire in his chest that he couldn't vent and felt uncomfortable from the repression.

Ron walked towards the huge magic box step by step.

"Sir, be careful of the contamination from the evil god..." Christian's slightly worried voice came from behind.

"Evil God..." Ron pursed his lips. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and said, "Christian, do you know what is stored in the magic box?"

"Isn't he an evil god?" Christian didn't know why Ron asked such an IQ-testing question. She had said the word "evil god" more than once before.

"No, the person imprisoned inside is a person..."

Christian's pupils, who were standing behind Ron, suddenly shrank, and it was obvious that a wave of emotion was stirring in her heart at that moment.

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn has been passed down for thousands of years, and everyone knows that the evil god is suppressed there, but now Ron actually said that there is a person inside.

Ron didn't care about Christian's shock. He still stared at the magic box in front of him, as if talking to himself, or as if telling Christian: "A very strong person, so strong that the gods are helpless..."

"To be precise, it's this person's head."

Maybe it was because of Ron's slightly suppressed tone, but Christian felt goose bumps all over his body.

The shock deep in my heart was getting stronger and stronger. A person who was so powerful that the gods could not help him? Was there really such a powerful being in this world? And there was only a head inside? Then the rest of his body... Could it be that he was the seal of another church?

The clever Christian easily figured this out. He couldn't imagine how powerful this being was that he deserved such careful treatment.

"Who is it?"

"Archibald the Blasphemer?"

"Sage Partridge?"

Christian said this subconsciously. These were the only beings she could think of who had surpassed the limits of humanity. But soon, she shook her head. No, the time didn't match.

Both of them existed thousands of years ago, and this magic box appeared when the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was established.

"No, it's not them, it's an earlier existence, that is... the last Twilight King. He eliminated the slave status of humans, elves, orcs, and dragons, and promoted the development of the world. The number of intelligent life on the Twilight Continent reached an unprecedented prosperity under his command. At that time, the number of dragons exceeded 100,000, and the number of humans exceeded 200 million..."

Ron murmured, and Christian listened quietly, the shock in her heart became stronger and stronger. Why, this is different from the history she read. Wasn't the last Twilight King a cruel, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, murderous, and a tyrant who ate babies? Was there something wrong with Ron's description, or was there something wrong with the history she accepted? Christian swallowed silently: "If that's the case, why was he besieged by all the races?"

Ron sneered, "The major races? In fact, at that time, there were far more major races that supported the last Twilight King than those who rebelled... If it weren't for the gods' intervention, no one could shake the position of the Twilight Dynasty."

"Then why did the rebellion happen, and why did he die?"

"Because this rebellion was arranged by fate, and he was destined to die at that moment."

Ron spoke slowly, his tone heavy and suppressed. After a long while, he slowly turned around and looked at Christian: "Will you continue to try to break free from the shackles on your body?"

Christian was stunned for a moment, then realized that the shackles Ron mentioned were the existence she felt that afternoon, which was quite appropriate: "Yes!"

"Then congratulations! When you break the shackles, you may receive the same treatment."

Her face suddenly turned pale.

Christian was shaking with indescribable fear. "Could it be that he broke those shackles, so..."

"No, those shackles appeared because we don't want another him to appear!"

Ron shook his head, corrected the mistake in Christian's words, and then looked up at the sky, even though he could only see dark stones and soil above his head: "Some beings don't want too powerful beings to appear in the Dusk Continent, so they use those shackles to block the potential of all creatures in the Dusk Continent... The legendary nine-star is the limit we can reach."

"So far, in the past eight thousand years, only two people have been able to break through this limit: the Blasphemer and the Sage."

Ron originally didn't plan to tell Christian so much, but as Christian's fate was gradually rewritten, he would be targeted sooner or later. It would be better to tell Christian these things so that he could be prepared in advance.

After saying this, Ron left Christian alone, trembling all over because of what he had said.

It would probably take Christian quite some time to digest the contents of these words.

Ron took the opportunity to walk in front of the magic box.

Very quiet.

The agitation, roaring, hissing and erosion that Christian described was completely non-existent.

Silently, Ron raised his right hand and placed it on the bronze magic box.

The tentacles are cold.

Other than that, there is no other special feeling.

There is no erosion, no so-called pollution, and it is very quiet.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Slowly, Ron tried to invade it with a ray of his spiritual consciousness.

This process is not easy. Although this magic box looks like bronze, in fact, no one knows what material it is made of. It has a very strong ability to isolate spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness wandered in the magic box, seeming particularly obscure and difficult, just like walking in mud and water.

He didn't know how long it took, but Ron just felt that the space in front of him suddenly became empty, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness suddenly entered a wide area.

It was like an extra universe with no visible boundaries.

The surroundings were filled with thick darkness, without a single ray of light. Only in the most central area of ​​the space could one clearly see a gigantic head.

That head is like a small hill.

To the point that Ron felt like he was about to turn into a dwarf.

Chains, like giant pythons, passed through the skull and came out from the ears and eyes. Sticky blood kept falling from the places where the chains pierced through.

And around this head, Ron could even feel a strong, complex mist.

This head is still alive.

Although only a head was left, and although it was still suppressed by a terrible seal, Ron could indeed feel the breath of life on this head.

Of course, for this huge head, it is not necessarily a good thing that there is still life. At least the pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Living may also be a punishment.

A punishment with a sentence of eight thousand years.

Just as Ron was staring at the head in front of him, the head in front of him seemed to sense something. His eyelids twitched, as if he suddenly came alive.

He wanted to open his eyes, but because both pupils were pierced by chains, Ron could clearly feel two pairs of gazes falling on him.

"Huh?"

Not long after, a sound like thunder came out from those huge lips, as if they did not expect that human consciousness could enter this magic box.

To an ordinary person, it might be just a slight sound, or even inaudible, but to the head in front of him, the sound was not much different from a volcanic eruption.

Fortunately, his mouth was not pierced by the chain, so he was still able to speak.

After a brief silence, the muffled voice was heard again: "How many years is a Kun year?"

Chapter 5 is here.

(End of this chapter)