The People Walking in Dungeons Are Surely Not Normal

Chapter 3597 Embarrassment

Seeing that Mr. Taylor looked wrong, I hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, Seren's expression was also ugly. He felt that things were not as simple as imagined.

After a while, the old man said: "The wound is deep, but it can be easily healed. However, there is a very strange force near the wound that is constantly counteracting my power."

"Have you encountered this kind of power before?" I asked again.

"No." The old man shook his head: "I have never encountered such a violent and chaotic force before."

"If that's the case, you might as well take Seren to several other priests and let them observe and judge whether they have seen similar power before?"

"Hey, hey! I'm not a test subject!" Salem protested.

However, the protest was ineffective.

Just as we were told, we took Seren with us, passed through layers of guards, and quickly arrived at the highest-level office of the national power organization.

In the office, a group of veteran adventurers were sitting around a round table, holding teacups and sipping tea. They looked comfortable, just like old people enjoying the warm afternoon sun, instead of holding heavy power, enough to disturb most of the Zephyr Continent. A group of strong men who had to turn the world upside down.

After Mr. Taylor explained the situation, the elderly people stood up one after another and forced themselves to watch Salem as if they were watching animals in a zoo.

Suddenly surrounded by such a group of big guys, Salem shivered.

His perception is still very keen, and he can clearly sense that these big guys, whether it is their breath or magic fluctuations, are not comparable to his Majesty the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.

After a group of big guys gathered around to watch, Seren finally let go of his worries. As he took a deep breath, he realized that beads of sweat had already wet the ground.

He turned his head in embarrassment and glanced at me. His eyes clearly said: Why didn't you tell me earlier that there would be such a large group of scary bosses?

I spread my hands, pretending to be innocent, and responded to him with my eyes: What's the use of saying it earlier? Do you still dare to refuse the invitation? Believe it or not, the old man got so anxious that he just grabbed you by the hind legs and dragged you here? At that time, forget about face, everything was lost.

Salem was filled with rage, but had nowhere to vent it.

At this time, the leader of the national power organization sitting in the middle spoke: "Everyone, please tell me your own understanding."

The first person to speak was a kind-hearted old man. When he was young, he was hailed as the strongest fighter since the legendary heroic period: "I feel that this power is very familiar. It looks very much like someone I once defeated." A disaster."

The pastor's grandmother nodded slowly and said, "I agree, I think so too."

Another old woman who looked very energetic added: "I agree with this statement. At the same time, I think that this power is quite close to the power of the ghost Kazan, the disaster walking on the continent. It is pure and crazy."

"It is somewhat similar to Kazan's power, but I think they should be two different powers." Another old man stroked his beard and said: "Kazan's power is closer to a catalyst, stimulating the most primitive instinct of the parasite. But this power is very aggressive, so I think it may come from the same source as Kazan's power, but it is of a different type."

The remaining elderly people also expressed their opinions one after another. Although they all had their own opinions, the main point was that they agreed that this power had the same origin as Kazan's power.

Seeing that everyone had finished speaking, the leader of the organization looked at me and said with a smile: "Xiao Yi, let me tell you what you think of this force?"

"I only feel that this power is very pure, and I don't know anything else."

"Well -" the leader of the organization nodded and said: "The summary is very accurate. Yes, this power is very pure, very pure, and extremely aggressive. As you said, this power has nothing to do with Kazan." The power should belong to the same source, and I have a feeling, or it is a conjecture, that this power and Kazan's power may not be their own power, but are controlled by some unknown existence. given to them.”

"Give us strength?" The old martial artist said slowly, "How could something like this happen? If we can give you strength, why should we continue to practice hard?"

"You can't say it so absolutely," the old lady priest said: "Giving power is real and feasible, but it is highly restrictive. Generally speaking, the instillation of power is from high levels to low levels, or it is A high-life form instills a low-life form into a low-life form, but this kind of indoctrination is extremely risky. If you are not careful, the person being indoctrinated will explode and die due to factors such as the life form being too low or not strong enough."

"Theoretically speaking, those who can successfully instill energy into low-life forms must be familiar with both states of destruction and creation."

"Well, that means that only gods can do this?" the old fighter asked.

"Yes," the old pastor continued: "Theoretically speaking, there is indeed and only God who can do this."

"As far as I know, there is only one God, the God of Creation who created this world." The old fighter said seriously: "But the power of the God of Creation is related to creation and has nothing to do with chaos and destruction."

"There is not just one god," the old priest explained: "There have been many gods in the Zephyr Continent, but they were not recorded. In some special periods, the existence of these gods was even buried."

"Special period?" The elderly people collectively asked curiously.

"Twilight of the Gods" The old priest said: "In ancient times, Ragnarok occurred in Zefeng Continent, but the record was buried."

"Since it was buried, how did you know?" an old woman asked curiously.

"That's because my ancestors served as bards in ancient times."

"Troublemaker or position?" Another old man asked with a smile. Obviously, he did not agree with this statement.

"It's a position." The old lady pastor explained: "The bard is a position that was given the authority to record history by the two major races in ancient times. His position is not restricted by any country or threatened by any group. He is an impartial deacon. Record history objectively.”

"The troubadour actually has such a special status?" a certain old man said in surprise.

"These things are all recorded in the secret room. When Master Dewey mentioned this matter, you all didn't take it seriously. But now you show a clueless expression and question my words. You don't feel that you have lost face. ?"

For a moment, there was silence in the room, and the next second, all kinds of weird sounds sounded, and every old man tried their best to hide their embarrassment.

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