Chapter 594 Mysterious Woman (10,000)

Philomena never expected to see such a scene, and her fingers stayed motionless in mid-air for an instant.

Her mind started thinking even more quickly.

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 heart of the mountain. Unless you have the means of long-distance magic transmission like the descendant of the blasphemer Archibald, you cannot enter through normal means.

And the surrounding mountain walls showed no signs of damage at all. So how did the intruders break in?

Suddenly, Philomena's mood became restless. Could it be that the person who entered the ancestral home was actually a survivor in the Moron Valley?

In other words, does his father's wife, descendants, other people besides himself survive?

But why didn't the other party leave even a single footprint?

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

There is worry, joy, and even a little bit of fear, the fear that your hopes will be dashed.

"what happened?"

Ron's voice came from behind.

Because of Philomena's body, Ron did not see the situation on the door handle.

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

The fingerprints were actually not very clear, there was even some dust scattered on them, and it just showed an inconspicuous dent. Judging from the fingerprints alone, even if someone did enter this ancestral home, it would have been many years ago.

Like Philomena, Ron couldn't help but wonder, could there be other descendants of Archibald still alive?

It shouldn’t be, even Archibald himself said it himself, he only has one daughter left alive in this world, Philomena, so why are there others?

But if they weren't Archibald's descendants, who could appear in this ancestral home without damaging the mountain wall at all?

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

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

Squeak.

An extremely hoarse voice penetrated their ears.

As dust filled the air, the wooden door was finally pushed open.

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

Ron could see that Archibald left a powerful magic circle in the ancestral house, which caused everything in the ancestral house to decay very slowly, but... after all, a thousand years have passed, even if It was Archibald who was able to reduce the rate of decay to one-tenth of the normal rate, which would take more than a hundred years.

This wooden door is reaching its limit after all.

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 gray or dazzling.

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

The entire study has a boxy shape, with a length of about sixty meters, a width of forty meters, and a height of more than thirty meters.

In this absolutely spacious space, solid wooden shelves are neatly placed. The shelves are so high that they almost touch the ceiling. Each shelf is filled with neat and dense books.

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

Ron's lips trembled slightly. Good guy, what kind of study is this? It's just a library, and it's an extra-large one.

Ron was very convinced that the largest library in the entire Twilight Continent was probably much inferior to Archibald's study. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was just a window dressing.

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

How many libraries did Archibald rob thousands of years ago? Well, he borrowed books. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?

Ron was very convinced that if this library was exposed, the books in it would definitely cause all the scholars in the entire Twilight Continent to go crazy.

Philomena naturally saw Ron's shocked expression, and she felt even more embarrassed. Her cheeks were red. Even he felt that her father had gone too far. In other words, she didn't understand that his father had so many books. What was the point of snatching it back? Anyway, she rarely saw her father reading. Even if she could hold a book occasionally, it would never last more than a quarter of an hour.

In my father’s words, I don’t have to read these books, but I can’t live without them.

She felt that she could no longer let Ron think about this issue. If this continued, her father's remaining dignity would probably be lost.

A pair of big eyes looked around wildly, and soon Philomena found her target on a high bookshelf. She exhaled heavily. Fortunately, the book was not lost.

Immediately, with a move of her little hand, the book detached from the top of the bookshelf out of thin air, and then 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."

After taking the book, Ron could feel its heavy weight.

The book is very thick.

It is about one foot thick, yes, it is so exaggerated.

The weight of the book is even more amazing. Holding it in his hand, Ron feels that it weighs at least 100 kilograms, and the size looks about the same as A4 paper.

Normally, the weight of an A4 paper and a one-foot thick book is indeed quite amazing, but no matter what, it is impossible to be so exaggerated as to weigh more than 100 kilograms. The reason why this book is like this is purely because the material used to bind the book is special.

Every page of the Andre family history is made of extremely thin gold that has been pressed.

Yes, it is 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 ordinary people could not do. Moreover, there must be more than one family history. With the size of the Andre family, Ron estimated that there must be at least dozens or even hundreds of family histories like this. In this way, it would be thousands of kilograms or even tens of thousands of kilograms of gold.

Rich people are generous.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those people in the Andre family, only gold can match the glory of the family.

The cover of the book is directly a half-centimeter thick gold plate. There is no handwriting on it, only a brightly blooming tulip.

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

The Andre family members' clothes and weapons are engraved with tulip patterns.

He held the extremely heavy Andre family history in one hand and opened the cover with the other hand. 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, gold is not paper after all, 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.

The text on each page of Andre's family history is not written, but carved.

A page of gold paper, only one side of the front and back can be carved.

And the text carved on each page is also extremely limited, which causes Ron to flip through it at an incredibly fast speed. It didn't take long for Ron to read half of the entire family history.

In the front of the family history, it basically records the origin of the Andre family.

The founder of the Andre family is named Regius Andre.

That was an old monster that had existed 15,000 years ago. This guy was an outlier among outliers. 15,000 years ago, the Dusk people ruled the Dusk Continent. At that time, the Dusk Dynasty was extremely powerful, and no one could shake the status of the Dusk people.

At that time, there was not even a legend of gods on the Dusk Continent, or in other words, the Dusk people themselves were in the position of gods, and the Dusk King was the God King believed in by all races.

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

Giants, dragons, dragons, elves, these races that now dominate the direction of the Dusk Continent were only at the bottom of the food chain 15,000 years ago, and were delicious food in the eyes of many wild beasts and fierce beasts.

It was with the blessing of the Dusk people and the Dusk Dynasty that these races had the opportunity to survive and develop on the Dusk Continent.

As for gods?

Oh, it's ridiculous.

There are gods who protect the continuation of their own races in front of them, so why bother to look for and believe in those illusory existences?

However, Regias's thinking is completely different from that of all other intelligent beings. He believes in the existence of God. He enjoys the peace and stability brought by the Dusk people. He does not 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 does every day is to pray to the sky with the most pious and humble attitude, praying for the blessing of the sky and the attention of the gods.

Perhaps Regias' piety moved the sky, and one day, he really received the gift of God.

God gave him two powerful means.

The secret of longevity.

The secret of space.

He even got the purest angel heart directly from the gods.

At that moment, Regias was grateful.

In the Andre family history, this scene is even clearly expressed in the form of a picture. In the picture, Regias kneels on the ground devoutly, his forehead is tightly against the ground, and his buttocks are raised in a high arc, which is the most submissive posture.

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

However, the gift of God is not free.

In this world, everything has its own price.

And the price that Regias has to pay for so many gifts is to become... the guardian of fate.

From this moment on, Regias became the spokesperson of the repairman on the Dusk Continent. He became the eyes of the repairman, watching the development of the world on behalf of the repairman. When the trajectory of the world deviates, Regias must shoulder the responsibility of returning the world line to normal.

Regias turned into a dog.

The most loyal lackey of the repairman.

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

He saw the future from the repairman.

If there was a small abnormality in the future, Regias would personally eliminate the abnormality.

If it was a trouble he couldn't handle, Regias would also inform the repairman of the news, and the repairman would arrange other means to eliminate the abnormality of the Dusk Continent.

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

That was the easiest time for the repairman to work.

However, as the fierce 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 sharply.

Although Regias's strength was not bad, he gradually felt that his energy was limited. In any case, 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 consent of the repairman, Regias selected a group of excellent and beautiful women from humans as his wives. With the appearance of children, the Andre family was officially born.

In order to maintain the purity of blood, Regias hoped that his children could combine with each other and reproduce, but this idea was strongly opposed by his women.

So he killed all his women and took these children into the Soul Burial Forest.

He kept his children like livestock in a completely isolated way. The Andre family multiplied, developed, and grew little by little in this perverted way, and finally became a real behemoth.

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

As the number of family members continued to rise, the size of the Guardians of Destiny was also expanding, and the Andre family's control over the Dusk Continent became more and more terrifying. As long as it was against the direction of the world line, no matter how small it was, it could not escape the sight of the Guardians of Destiny.

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

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

How many people have been killed? Perhaps even they themselves can't count them.

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

Their personalities gradually became distorted. They felt that they were high above. Except for family members, all others were idiots, insignificant ants, and garbage that could be seen everywhere on the ground.

Guarding destiny is the supreme honor.

And this honor can only be accomplished by them.

They look down on all creatures except them. The dragon is just a big lizard with wings, and even the dusk tribe is just a group of apes with bristles on their bodies.

Even in some cases, they would also use the name of protecting fate to eliminate those who were not heretics but offended the Andre family. In their view, this was the privilege of protecting fate.

The recorded content continued until a thousand years ago and then came to an abrupt end.

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

Continuing to flip forward, the next content became a portrait of the character.

The person who appeared on the first page was a tall, middle-aged man with a rebellious face. The man was wearing a long robe and had a pair of narrow and sinister eyes, like a jackal ready to hunt in the dark.

Right next to the portrait, there was 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, which was slightly different from the image he imagined.

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

Lawrence Andre.

Next to Lawrence Andre's name, there is a detailed text listing his life. Judging from the text records, Lawrence Andre should be regarded as 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's talent is the most amazing. It can 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. At the age of one hundred and twenty, he became a demigod and became the second best in the entire Andre family after Regias.

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

Ron was puzzled and turned to the next page. The next page was another old man with a cross on his head.

Ron's brows furrowed more and more, and he quickly flipped through the pages. There were fifty-two so-called ancestors in front of him.

These fifty-two ancestors were all powerful people in the semi-god realm.

And among the fifty-two ancestors, thirty-nine of them had crosses on their heads.

Ron knew that all those with crosses on their heads were dead.

Archibald killed thirty-nine of the fifty-two ancestors.

He was a ruthless man.

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

Ron's throat moved slightly, and he turned to the next page.

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

Chapter 2 is here