Chapter 215: Too much suppression
On the land beside the Mediterranean Sea, the sea breeze carries a salty taste, blowing on the ancient earth and the young seedlings that have just survived the winter.
In the endless fog, the tall tower stands tall, and the lights at the highest point penetrate the blurry fog.
The ancient drawbridge was lowered, and Mosca took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his angular face. He walked into the tower and calmly greeted the magicians passing by.
The magicians also greeted him familiarly. In their eyes, although Mosca was a magician who had just entered the tower, he was a likable apprentice.
He is not arrogant or conceited, but pragmatic and willing to help others.
Mosca always offers help when others need it. Who can not like such a magic apprentice?
After a round of greetings, the magician Thor said to Mosca, "By the way, Mosca, your teacher is waiting for you in the potion room. I asked you to go find him when you come."
"Okay, I got it!"
Mosca nodded. He knew that he had been away for too long, which made his teacher worried.
Especially now that we are still at war with the celestial beings, we are in a dangerous period and the situation is turbulent. The celestial beings who come to the world are still too powerful for him.
He walked up the ancient stone steps to the top of the tower, to the floor where his teacher Faraday lived. But here, Mosca met someone he absolutely did not want to see - his teacher's son Ronald.
"It seems that Brother Ronald has become a magician."
Almost in an instant, Mosca calmed down his emotions and greeted his teacher's son Ronald with a friendly smile.
It seemed that they really were long-lost friends, and Mosca was happy for him.
"I didn't expect this either. Maybe this is luck." Ronaldo had a happy smile on his face. As the son of Faraday who held a high position in the Magician's Tower, he had not had a good life in recent years.
His father was too dazzling, so he was a joke most of the time without any extraordinary talent.
"There is no such thing as luck. This is the result of the joint efforts of you and the teacher."
Mosca said this with a smile, but in his heart he became more determined to develop his own extraordinary power.
"Mosca is back?"
Faraday's voice came from the potion room, followed by the sound of footsteps, and Faraday walked out with a smile.
"Where have you been these days? Things have been pretty rough lately."
Looking at the smile on the teacher's face, Mosca felt a little uncomfortable. When he entered the tower, his teacher had always been serious.
But now that Ronaldo is here, his teacher is smiling happily, which makes Mosca more certain of the path he wants to take.
Although he was thinking about it, Mosca immediately replied: "I was originally going to visit my relatives, but on the way back I encountered the afterlife and was delayed."
"Yes, the afterlife has arrived." Faraday seemed to sigh.
Mosca hinted, "The afterlife seems to be different from what is said in the legend."
"What's the difference?" Faraday glanced at Mosca and explained, "The afterlife is huge. The afterlife in various myths exists. It's just that because the afterlife is too huge, only a part of it is shown this time."
As Faraday explained, he pulled out a book from the bookshelf and opened it:
"After death, people are in a very strange state. Since ancient times, no one has ever come out of the afterlife, so everyone is just guessing about the afterlife."
The page of the book turned and landed on an ancient record. This was a description of the underworld preserved in the tower. On the pattern, there was a painting of an extremely tall figure.
Even Mosca could recognize that it was Yin Tianzi.
Faraday sat at the table, stroking the books on the table and said, "The only thing that can be confirmed is that there is indeed a master in the afterlife. However, because each myth has its own beliefs, some myths do not record the existence of this master."
Moscow raised his head and asked, "That Yin Emperor?"
"Yeah!" Faraday nodded.
"So, Anubis, Pluto and others also exist?" Mosca said.
"Yes, they were once living people. After they died, they fought for power in the underworld and became subordinates of the ruler of the afterlife."
Faraday continued: "The Eastern ghosts and gods you see in the picture are also his subordinates."
Mosca nodded and said, "Teacher, I still have some questions. I remember you said that two thousand years ago, the East and the West were not so unbalanced."
This is the main point that Mosca wants to ask. If he wants to escape from the independent mountain gate of the tower, relying solely on the knowledge of the tower is not enough.
The knowledge of the tower can only give him a chance to escape from the tower.
Such a path only existed among the ancient gods two thousand years ago who were qualified to confront the ancient East.
"Yes, two thousand years ago, there was not such an imbalance between the East and the West." Faraday nodded.
It was also the first time that Ronaldo heard his father mention this ancient history, and he listened carefully.
Faraday stretched out his hand, and a book fell from the ancient bookshelf. Faraday gently pushed it, and the book turned by itself and stopped on one of the pages.
There are paintings of gods, some of them holding hammers of thunder and lightning, some riding the golden chariot of the sun, some holding sickles, and some with dog heads and human bodies. The magician is hiding in the corner, covering his head.
Faraday pointed at the pattern in the book and said slowly, "This is an ancient history. The 2,000th year was the mythological era. At that time, the gods walked on the earth. The gods from Greek mythology, Egyptian mythology, and Norse mythology were all in this world. The living environment of magicians at that time was extremely difficult."
"During this period, the gods and the East were in a state of confrontation, and neither could defeat the other. Until two thousand years ago, a great change occurred, and the gods disappeared from the world. Since then, the West has never recovered."
"There is no clear record of what happened back then in history, so we don't know either."
"What about the Holy See?" Mosca asked.
Faraday glanced at Mosca and said, "The Holy Court only appeared after the gods became extinct. This era is also called the Age of Chaos. It was at this time that all kinds of extraordinary beings suppressed by the gods appeared in the world and began our stage."
"But... we will never be able to compete with the East again, because the gods suppressed us extraordinary people too harshly back then."
Mosca raised his head and asked, "What is the ancient god?"
Faraday said meaningfully: "Now, we have given that group of gods a new name - the Ancient Gods."
(End of this chapter)
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