Chapter 594: The Mysterious Woman (10,000)

Philomena had never thought that she would see such a scene. Her fingers instantly stopped in mid-air, motionless.

Her mind started thinking even faster.

Since entering the ancestral home, I have never seen a single footprint on the ground. Where did the fingerprints on the door handle come from?

This is the family's ancestral home, built directly in the belly of the mountain. Unless you have the means of long-distance magical teleportation like the descendants of the blasphemer Archibald, there is no way to get in by normal means.

The surrounding mountain walls showed no signs of damage. How did the intruder get in? Suddenly, Philomena became agitated. Could it be that the person who entered the ancestral home was actually a survivor in Moron Valley? In other words, her father's wife, descendants, and others survived besides her? But why didn't the other party leave even a footprint?

In an instant, countless thoughts surged into Philomena's chest.

There are worries, joy, and even a little bit of fear, the fear that one's hopes will not be dashed.

"What happened?"

Ron's voice came from behind.

Because of Philomena's body blocking the view, Ron didn't see what was happening on the door handle.

Philomena's throat trembled slightly, and she immediately moved away. When Ron saw the fingerprints on the door handle, his brows instantly furrowed.

The fingerprint was not particularly clear, and there was even some dust on it, which only showed a not very obvious dent. Judging from the fingerprint alone, even if someone really entered the ancestral house, it should have been many years ago.

Like Philomena, Ron couldn't help but wonder, could Archibald have other descendants alive? That shouldn't be the case. Even Archibald himself said that he only had one daughter, Philomena, alive in this world. How could there be others? But if they weren't Archibald's descendants, who could appear in this ancestral house without destroying the mountain wall?

This strange situation made the two of them a little confused, but there was too little information at the moment. It was really difficult to determine any useful information based only on this fingerprint, so they had to give up in the end.

After calming down, Philomena finally stretched out her little hand and gently pressed on the wooden door.

Squeak.

An extremely hoarse voice entered the ears of the two people.

As dust spread, the wooden door was finally pushed open.

Looking at the shaking wooden door, Ron couldn't help but worry that it might collapse at any time.

Ron could see that Archibald had left a powerful magic circle in the ancestral home, which made everything in the home decay extremely slowly. However... after all, a thousand years had passed. Even if Archibald could reduce the decay rate to one tenth of the normal rate, it would still take more than a hundred years.

After all, this wooden door has almost reached its limit.

The study is also inlaid with a large number of top-quality magic stones. The light here is sufficient and soft, and it does not feel dim or dazzling.

The moment the door opened, Ron finally saw the scene inside the study clearly... Ron confirmed that this study was definitely the largest building in the entire old house.

The entire study is square in shape, about sixty meters long, forty meters wide, and more than thirty meters high.

In this definitely spacious space, solid wooden shelves are neatly arranged. The shelves are very high, almost touching the ceiling, and each shelf is filled with neatly and densely packed books.

At a glance, there are hundreds of such huge bookshelves.

Ron's lips trembled slightly. My goodness, this is not a study room at all, it's actually a library, and it's an extra-large one at that.

Ron was very sure that the largest library in the entire Dusk Continent was probably much inferior to Archibald's study. If it was just a simple decoration, it might not be an exaggeration.

I roughly estimated in my mind that there were no less than tens of thousands of books piled up in this study.

How many libraries did Archibald steal from a thousand years ago... well, he borrowed books. Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

Ron was very sure that if this library were to be exposed, the books inside would definitely drive all the scholars in the entire Dusk Continent crazy.

Philomena naturally saw Ron's shocked expression, and felt even more embarrassed, with red cheeks. Even she felt that her father had gone too far. She didn't understand what the point of her father snatching back so many books was. Anyway, she seldom saw her father reading, and even if he could pick up a book occasionally, it would never last more than a quarter of an hour.

In my dad’s words, I may not read these books, but I cannot live without them.

She felt that she couldn't let Ron continue to think about this problem. If she continued like this, her father's remaining dignity would be lost.

With a pair of big eyes rolling around, Philomena soon found the target on a tall bookshelf. She breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the book was not lost.

Immediately, with a wave of her hand, the book flew away from the top of the bookshelf and slowly fell into Philomena's palm.

After staring at the book for a few seconds and confirming that it was correct, Philomena turned around and handed the book to Ron: "Here, this is what you are looking for, the family history of the Andre family."

Taking the book, Ron could feel its heavy weight.

The book is very thick.

It’s about one foot thick, yes, it’s that exaggerated.

The weight of the book was even more astonishing. Holding it in his hand, Ron felt that it weighed at least 100 kilograms. It looked about the same size as an A4 paper.

Normally, the weight of an A4 paper or a one-foot-thick book would be quite surprising, but it is impossible to be as exaggerated as more than 100 kilograms. The reason why this book is like this is purely because the material used to bind the book is quite special.

Every page of Andre's family history is filled with extremely thin and compressed gold.

That's right, gold.

Only gold can have such an exaggerated weight.

Ron couldn't help but be amazed. The Andre family was indeed extravagant. Using gold to bind the family history was something that most people couldn't do. Moreover, there must be more than one volume of this family history. With the size of the Andre family, Ron estimated that there must be at least dozens or even hundreds of volumes of this family history. In this way, that would be thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms of gold.

Rich people are generous.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those in the Andre family, only gold can be worthy of the family's glory.

The cover of the book is simply a half-centimeter thick gold plate with no words printed on it, only a brightly blooming tulip.

Ron knew that tulips were the family flower of the Andre family.

Tulip patterns are engraved on the clothes and weapons of the Andre family members.

Holding the extremely heavy Andre Family History in one hand, Ron opened the cover with the other hand, and a row of words instantly caught Ron's eyes.

To be honest, in Ron's opinion, using gold to make family history is purely asking for trouble. Not to mention the wealth required to print such a book, nor the difficulty of printing text on gold. After all, gold is not paper, and it is not as convenient to write on it as white paper. It is better to say that it is impossible to write normally on it.

The words on every page of Andre's family history were not written but carved.

A page of gold paper can only have words engraved on one side.

The text carved on each page was extremely limited, which resulted in Ron flipping through the pages at an incredibly fast speed. Before long, Ron had already read through half of the entire family history book.

At the beginning of the family history, what is basically recorded is the origin of the Andre family.

The founder of the Andre family was named Regias Andre.

It was an old monster that had existed fifteen thousand years ago. This guy was an outlier among outliers. Fifteen thousand years ago, the Dusk tribe ruled the Dusk continent. At that time, the power of the Dusk Dynasty was extremely strong, and no one could shake the status of the Dusk tribe.

At this time, there was not even any legend of gods on the Dusk Continent, or rather, the Dusk people themselves were in the position of gods, and the Dusk King was the God-King believed in by all creatures of all races.

At that time, there were still many ferocious beasts in the Dusk Continent.

Giants, dragons, dragon tribe, elves, these races that dominate the direction of the Dusk Continent today, were only at the bottom of the food chain fifteen thousand years ago, and were delicious food in the eyes of many wild beasts and ferocious beasts.

It is thanks to the protection of the Dusk people and the Dusk Dynasty that these races have the opportunity to survive and develop on the Dusk Continent.

As for the gods?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

There are gods protecting the continuation of their race right in front of them, so why bother looking for and believing in those illusory existences?

However, Regias's thinking is completely different from that of all other intelligent beings. He believes in the existence of gods. He enjoys the peace and stability brought by the Dusk people. He doesn't have to worry about being killed by a ferocious beast at his doorstep one day, swallowing him up in one gulp, and then returning to nature as feces.

But what he did every day was to pray to the sky in the most pious and humble manner, praying for the protection of heaven and the attention of God.

Perhaps it was Regias' piety that moved heaven, and one day he really received the gift from God.

The gods gave him two powerful means.

The secret of longevity.

The secret of space.

He even received the purest angel's heart directly from God.

At that moment, Regias was filled with gratitude.

In the Andre family history, this scene was even clearly expressed in the form of a picture. In the picture, Regias was kneeling on the ground devoutly, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, and his hips were raised in a high arc. That was the most submissive posture.

At that time, Regias didn't care about so many things. He just felt that his prayers for so many years were finally answered, and he fell into unprecedented madness and excitement.

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

However, God’s gift is not free.

In this world, everything has its price.

The price Regias had to pay for obtaining so many gifts was to become... the guardian of destiny.

From this moment on, Regias became the spokesperson for the Repairman on the Dusk Continent. He became the Repairman's eyes, watching the development of the world on behalf of the Repairman. When the trajectory of the world deviated, Regias had to shoulder the responsibility of returning the world line to normal.

Regias was transformed into a dog.

The repairman's most loyal lackey.

He always obeyed the repairman's arrangements, hid himself in a dark corner, and then looked at the world in front of him with a pair of cold eyes.

He saw the future in the repairman.

If any minor anomalies occur in the future, Regias will personally eliminate them.

If it is a problem that he cannot handle, Regias will inform the repairman of the news, and the repairman will arrange other means to eliminate the anomalies in the Dusk Continent.

It can be said that during that period, the development of Dusk Continent was entirely carried out under the arrangements of many administrators.

That's when the repairman's job is easiest.

However, as the vicious beasts were gradually eradicated, the Dusk people, dragons, giants, elves, orcs, and especially humans began to reproduce on a large scale, and the frequency of abnormalities also increased dramatically.

Although Regias' strength was quite good, he gradually felt that his energy was limited. After all, he was just one person with a pair of eyes, and it was impossible for him to watch every corner of the Dusk Continent.

After seeking the repairman's consent, Regias selected a group of outstanding and beautiful women among humans as his wives. As children appeared one by one, the Andre family was officially born.

In order to maintain the purity of his bloodline, Regias hoped that his children could marry each other and reproduce, but this idea was strongly opposed by his woman.

So he killed all his women, and then took his children into the Forest of Buried Souls.

He almost completely isolated himself from the world and kept his children in captivity like livestock. It was in this perverted way that the Andre family multiplied, developed, and grew little by little, eventually becoming a veritable behemoth.

Although many freaks were produced, there were also many normal family members due to the almost endless reproduction.

As the number of family members continues to increase, the size of the Guardians of Destiny is also expanding, and the Andre family's control over the Dusk Continent is becoming more and more terrifying. As long as something goes against the direction of the world line, no matter how small it is, it cannot escape the sight of the Guardians of Destiny.

They killed heretics one after another and eliminated geniuses one after another who tried to break free from their shackles.

The hands of every guardian of destiny were covered with... no, not just hands, their entire bodies were soaked in a sea of ​​sticky blood.

Perhaps even they themselves cannot count how many people they have killed.

The satisfaction and sense of accomplishment brought by guarding their destiny make them excited and crazy.

I don't know when their personalities gradually became distorted. They think they are superior to others and that except for their family members, all others are fools, insignificant ants, and garbage found everywhere on the ground.

Guarding destiny is the supreme honor.

And this honor can only be accomplished by them.

They looked down on all living creatures except themselves. Dragons were just big lizards with wings, and even the Dusk tribe were just a group of apes with manes covered with hair.

It can even be said that in some cases, they would use the name of protecting destiny to eliminate those who are not heretics but have offended the Andre family. In their view, this is the privilege of protecting destiny.

The recorded content continued until a thousand years ago when it came to an abrupt end.

Because this family history was taken away by Archibald a thousand years ago, so naturally there is no subsequent content.

Continuing to flip through the pages, the following content becomes a portrait of the character.

The figure that appeared on the first page was a tall, middle-aged man with a defiant face. He was wearing a long robe and had a pair of narrow and sinister eyes, like a jackal preparing to hunt in the dark.

Right next to the portrait, there is a row of text.

Regius Andre, the ancestor of the Andre family! Ron's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that this middle-aged man was the founding ancestor of the Andre family. He was slightly different from what he had imagined.

Turning to the next page, it turned out to be an old man with white hair and beard.

Lawrence Andre.

Next to Lawrence Andre's name, his life is listed in detail in text. Judging from the written records, Lawrence Andre should be considered the second oldest ancestor of the entire Andre family.

His true identity should be the great-grandson of Regias.

Among the previous generations of the Andre family, Lawrence Andre had the most amazing talent. It could even be said that he was given the gift of a repairman when he was just born. Since he began to practice, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. At the age of sixty, he successfully entered the realm of destruction, and at the age of one hundred and twenty, he became a demigod, becoming the second best master in the entire Andre family after Regias.

However, on Lawrence's portrait, someone had used a sharp blade, or rather sharp fingernails, to scratch a fork on his head, and no one knew what it meant.

Ron was confused and turned to the next page. There was another old man on the next page, with a cross on his head as well.

Ron's brows furrowed more and more as he quickly flipped through the pages. There were a total of fifty-two so-called ancestors that appeared before Ron.

These fifty-two ancestors are all powerful beings in the semi-god realm.

Among the fifty-two ancestors, thirty-nine had crosses on their heads.

Ron already knew in his heart that all those with a cross over their heads were dead.

Of the fifty-two ancestors, Archibald killed thirty-nine of them.

What a ruthless person.

The thirteen living ancestors, including Regias, might be the thirteen old men surrounding the altar that he had glimpsed in the dark.

His throat moved slightly, and Ron turned to the next page.

I thought that another old man with white hair and beard would appear, but I didn't expect that this time it would be different. This time, the one who appeared in front of Ron was a peerless and beautiful woman.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)