Swan Lake.

The mighty Father Otar Gunther, a man of strong appearance, was sitting in the sunshade pavilion in the yard, reading a new-age storybook seriously.

After hearing the noise, he didn't even look up. He turned the pages of the book and scolded, "Rosen, what's wrong with you? It's been almost half a year, why hasn't Nana's belly grown yet?"

Rosen felt embarrassed by being urged to have a child by his elders. Looking at Ziglarana again, her already slightly red cheeks suddenly turned red like apples.

Fortunately, Rosen reacted quickly and came up with an excuse quickly.

"Grandfather, I already have two children. Strictly speaking, they are also your direct descendants."

It doesn't take much, just trace back a hundred generations and you will almost reach the Mighty Heavenly Father.

Considering that the lords of the Natural Alliance are deliberately ensuring the purity of their bloodlines, this bloodline is still quite pure.

Otargunther hadn't thought of this. He was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "It's too far away. I don't have any feelings at all."

After that, he waved his hand again, put away the storybook in his hand, and said to Rosen seriously: "There are two ways to achieve eternal life in this world."

"One is the eternal life of God. The other is the eternal life of mortals."

"God exists forever, and he also favors some mortals, allowing them to gain some of the power of immortality. As a result, these lucky mortals have a longer lifespan than ordinary mortals."

"As for ordinary mortals, they can only fight against the erosion of the sands of time by continuing to reproduce."

Having said that, he patted the chair beside him and motioned for them to sit down.

After he sat down, he said, "The words I just said were not my own thoughts, but myths from ancient times."

"Or rather, it happened in the previous era before I was born."

“This era is also called the Age of Truth.”

Rosen's heart moved slightly, and he immediately remembered that the plane they were in was called the Dritan plane, and Dritan called himself the Lord of Truth.

On the other side, Otar Gunther narrowed his eyes, his face full of emotion as if he had traveled through a long period of time.

"Traveling mages say that there are gods, demons, and mortals in this world."

"Our world is now considered the mortal world, but more than 5,000 years ago, it was the divine world ruled by the Lord of Truth, Dritan. And the elves today are the lucky ones who are favored by Dritan."

Rosen knew some of this knowledge from ancient times in bits and pieces, but it was not as systematic and detailed as Ottar Gunther's.

He whispered, "I heard that the religious atmosphere in the God Realm is very strong and extremely depressing. Mortals have a feeling towards God similar to that of a strict father?"

Otargunther nodded: "Yes, a mixture of admiration and fear."

"Respect his extraordinary power and knowledge, but also fear the various hellish lies he fabricates."

"These are all done deliberately by the gods. They use these two points to wantonly play with the hearts of mortals, turning them into toys for them to manipulate."

After a pause, the mighty father looked at Rosen and said, "The faith puppet you and Nana made is good, but it has gone a bit too far recently. It has gradually acquired a bit of the aura of the divine world."

Rosen had the same idea and immediately humbly accepted the opinions.

"I don't like this atmosphere. I will find a suitable opportunity to reduce the religious enthusiasm of believers."

Otar Gunther nodded: "Since you feel the same way, I feel relieved."

A hint of fear once again appeared on his face, as if his former master was right before his eyes.

"The wisdom of the Lord of Truth is difficult for us mortals to understand, especially his control over the soul and life. Even now, I cannot understand even a little bit of it."

"This Lord of Truth likes to do something very strange."

Having said this, he was silent for a moment, as if looking for the right adjective.

Just then a servant brought tea, and Rosen attentively poured him a cup and handed it to him.

The old man took a sip of the hot tea, his eyes lit up slightly: "By the way, all things have spirits. This word is not invented by me, it is an adjective for the Lord of Truth."

"He said that he didn't want only one kind of creature in the world to have wisdom, but that he wanted all creatures in the world to have wisdom and be able to communicate with each other."

"In order to achieve this, he transformed various creatures, then extracted the souls of mortals like us from their bodies and injected them into the bodies of the transformed creatures."

Rosen's eyelids twitched as he heard this. He seemed to have seen a mad scientist.

“Isn’t there a high chance of failure?”

The old man chuckled and said, "I don't know much about it, but the Lord of Truth built a place called the Tribunal of Truth."

"The True Christians will bring all mortals who commit blasphemy to the Tribunal of Truth.

"After a series of trials, if the person is found guilty, the divine arts granted by the Lord of Truth will be used to infuse the sinner's soul into various new bodies."

"For example, if you put a person into a pig's body, you'll create a pig-headed person. Correspondingly, there are dog-headed people, sheep-headed people, fish-headed people, and so on."

"They were collectively called a race of sinners."

Zigrelana asked curiously, "Is this how the fishmen near the White Sturgeon Island came from?"

The old man spread his hands and said, "How else could it have come about?"

Rosen asked: "Logically speaking, besides the Sinners, there should be other transformed lives with other functions, right?"

"Yes, there are. Quite a few."

"For example, the fighting dragon race includes flying dragons, earth dragons, and sea dragons."

"For example, the tree people are a productive race. They are responsible for producing food and building houses. They also fight part-time occasionally."

"Finally, there are the races favored by God, who are God's managers in the mortal world, and they are today's elves."

Rosen's mind was moved, and he immediately asked: "So, the elves were transformed from mortals?"

"Obviously, they are the most perfect race, much more perfect than us mortals."

Rosen has been studying elves for some time and agrees with this statement: "It is indeed perfect."

"All the minor flaws of mortals have been corrected, and the toughness of the soul has been greatly increased."

Mortals are evolved naturally, and the characteristics of natural evolution are 'no rework, absolutely no obsessive-compulsive disorder, just make do with what is available'.

As a result, there are naturally a lot of traces of evolution left in mortals, but these traces have been completely changed in elves.

The old man sighed softly, "It is precisely because of this that the elves are extremely arrogant. They think they are the eldest sons of God, and that mortals are just a bunch of debris piled in the utility room."

"They describe mortals as 'a pile of rough stones' and believe that it is natural for the elves to rule over mortals."

"And they did so, and so the Age of Truth was also called the Age of Elves."

Having said this, Ottar Gunther opened his arms and made a hugging gesture.

"For about two thousand years, the entire Witt Continent, and even the Storm Continent across the sea, were all ruled by the elves."

“And this rule came to an abrupt end with the sudden departure of the Lord of Truth.”

"Without the support of the gods, coupled with the cruel tyranny of the elves, the ruled races rebelled one after another, order quickly collapsed, and the world entered an era of strife, known in history as the Age of Chaos."

"Lord of Light, Misai, I was born at the end of the Age of Chaos, and your ancestor, the Iron Dragon, was born in the middle of the Age of Chaos."

At this point, the old man revealed another secret.

"In fact, the natural bloodline I created and the glorious bloodline of the Lord of Light are both half elven."

"Because we each married a poor elven noblewoman."

The Lord of Truth transformed mortals to create elves. In the end, the elves believed that they were noble and left spiritual marks not only on themselves but also on mortals.

Eventually, mortals came to regard elves as noble, and strong mortals began to marry elven noblewomen.

It seems that the Lord of Truth has had a profound impact on this plane. No wonder it is called the Dritan Plane.

But Rosen was a little surprised: "What does the old man want to tell me?"

Ottar Gunther took out a strange rune disk and said, "The Seal of Truth, left by my elf wife, Nana's grandmother."

Ziglarana asked curiously, "Where is my grandma? How come I've never seen her and you never told me about her?"

Ottar Gunther shrugged, a hint of hidden pain flashed across his brow, but the pain soon faded away: "Dead, killed by Messiah."

"But Misai didn't end up well either. I found an opportunity and chopped his elf wife into minced meat!"

“.”

Rosen and Zigrellana looked at each other in silence.

Otar Gunther continued to talk about the Seal of Truth: "Dretan left behind an oracle before he left. He will definitely come back again, and just before he returns, the Seal of Truth will shine brightly."

"Originally, this thing was just a relic of my wife's memory, but now, it lights up."

The light from the sunshade pavilion was too bright, so the old man used a dark sky curtain to block out the sunlight, and then the light on the Seal of Truth became very obvious.

It was a light emerald green glow, flickering slightly, and exuding a faint breath of soul that only a legendary wizard could feel.

Through this breath of soul, Rosen vaguely felt the power of the Lord of Truth.

"Very strong, much stronger than me. I think it's above 12, close to 13."

The situation of gods and demons is very different from that of mortals.

Gods and demons exist in the void and are composed of pure soul power. Their soul strength and soul size are closely related.

According to Nawat's knowledge, with every level increase in the strength of the gods and demons' power, the scale of that power will increase by nearly 2 to 3 times.

The Shadow Lord of Legend 6 was more than ten times more powerful than the Silver-Eyed Demon of Legend 2, and nearly 400 times more powerful than Rosen of Legend 2.

The gap is very, very big.

Without the blessing of legendary crystals and the power of faith, mortal legends would have no way of fighting against gods and demons of the same level.

Even now, Rosen has no confidence in fighting against the returning Lord of Truth.

Because according to the data, the scale of his magic power is estimated to be more than 40,000 times his current power! Therefore, this is a real strong man, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a true god.

On the other side, Ottar Gunther nodded slightly: "Yes, it has become much stronger than 5,000 years ago."

"Based on my understanding of the Lord of Truth's character, if he sees the current state of the Druitan plane, he will definitely be very dissatisfied and will try to reshape this world into the way he likes."

Zigraina asked softly, "What kind of look does he like? What kind of look does he like?"

Ottar Gunther spread his hands and said, "That's a good question, but no one knows."

"After all, 5,000 years have passed. No one knows what the current Lord of Truth likes."

After saying that, he looked at Rosen and said, "I don't know how long it will take for the Lord of Truth to come back. He may have already come back, or he may still be on his way back. It may take several years or even more than ten years for him to come back."

“But once they return, they will certainly have a profound impact on the world we live in.”

"So, get ready, young man."

He handed the Seal of Truth to Rosen.

Rosen took it solemnly and said in a serious tone: "I will be ready, grandfather."

"Also, hurry up and have a baby with Nana. No matter how chaotic the world is, or how busy you are, you must not forget to reproduce. This is the way for us mortals to achieve immortality."

After saying this, without waiting for Zieglera to protest, he picked up the storybook called "The Tragic Times" and continued reading.

"Okay, go away, I want to read a book, please don't disturb my peace."

Rosen and Zigrailana had no choice but to leave.

When they got into the electric car, Rosen said, "Nana, Grandfather keeps asking me to do this every time I see you. When will you fulfill your promise?"

Zieglerana's cheeks were as red as blood and her body almost shrank into a quail.

After a while, she finally made up her mind: "Let's do it today."

Rosen immediately said: "I know a good place, let's go there to do it."

"Whatever you want."

The sound is so low that it is almost inaudible.

Soon, Rosen took Ziglarana to the underground secret room of Swan Castle: "No one will disturb us here, and no one can spy on us."

"Well, not bad."

Ziglarana breathed a sigh of relief, and probably to ease the topic, she asked: "Are you sure about the Lord of Truth?"

"Not yet, but we will soon be able to protect ourselves at least."

"After all, even a legendary 13 god or demon still cannot break through the barrier of the magic ring and can only rely on mortal power."

While he was talking, his hands were not idle.

Sieglerana resisted instinctively, but her resistance was not strong.

Before I knew it, it was done.

Afterwards, she gave a soft comment: "It feels weird."

Rosen was very happy because the Mother of Nature was extremely sensitive, even more so than Neferoniya.

He smiled and asked: "Is it a good monster or a bad monster?"

"I don't know, why are you here again?"

She was speechless and could only scream.

Rosen thought secretly: "It seems that I was wrong about Selena. Mother Nature's shout is louder than hers, much louder."

Fortunately, there was a spell to block it, otherwise everyone in Swan Castle would have heard it.

Thinking of the return of Dritan, the Lord of Truth, an idea flashed through his mind.

"We have to start preparing for a life-and-death struggle."

How to fight to the death? Of course, build a nuclear bomb! Fusion is difficult, but fission can be done as long as there are materials. It is very easy in the world of magic.

"And it must be prepared in secret, and no one else will know except myself."

Why? After all, it is a powerful existence above level 12, and its penetration ability must be extremely strong.

The more people who know, the greater the risk of the secret being leaked.

It would be embarrassing if the nuclear bomb didn't hit the Lord of Truth but exploded in a mortal city.

(End of this chapter)