Fairy’s Box

Yongle Palace, the top of the White Pagoda.

The cloud altar is covered with a thick curtain, which surrounds the fan-shaped stone tablet layer by layer, wrapping the entire top of the tower into a pure white world. The pure white sky, the pure white ground, the pure white altar, the pure white utensils, and even the priests crawling on the edge of the altar were all dressed in plain white sacrificial clothes.

It seems that the world is just a piece of pale paper, and it has not had time to smear out everything.

The rock altar towers high in the center of the curtain, surrounded by huge stone pillars covered with inscriptions. These silent stone pillars seem to be haunted by whispers of the past, about the indifference of time.

A stone pillar represents the life story of an emperor. Rosevia lost a total of 26 emperors, so there are 26 stone pillars standing here. After each generation of emperors died, they would leave their own stone pillars at the top of the Ascension Hall to witness their life as rulers.

Six one-person-high crystal hourglasses were placed inside the inner altar, and the star sand used for timekeeping inside was solidified, and seemed to be controlled by some kind of magical power, unable to flow even a little bit.

In this strange space, it seems that even time has frozen.

Emperor Romulus was also wearing a white sacrificial robe. He walked through the curtain of white gauze and stopped at the center of the altar. His valet, the beautiful castrato Atalan, stopped at the bottom of the altar and prostrated with the priests on the ground, with a maiden-like face full of awe and solemnity.

"start."

The emperor waved his arm gently, and the star sand in the hourglass flowed with it.

The priests held up the sacrificial utensils in their hands, and in accordance with the classical rhythm that has been passed down for thousands of years, they meticulously swayed and swayed, weaving bursts of pleasant unvoiced sounds.

hum- hum- hum-!

A few faint chords like the flapping of dragonfly wings were heard softly and slowly in the air.

"..."

Time passed in this rhythm that ran through thirteen worlds. Emperor Romulus seemed to stand as a sculpture in the light, motionless, except for the occasional wind blowing his golden hair, his entire figure seemed to stand still in time. outside.

"Congratulations to the hadith."

The priest in snow clothes and snow hair raised his hands high, looked up to the sky in a posture of praying for rain, and called for the grace of the ancestors with a pious voice.

"Congratulations to the Hadith!"

"Congratulations to the Hadith!"

The priests straightened their waists, their palms turned to the sky, and solemnly and solemnly shouted sacrifices, waiting for the revelation of the ancestors.

Since the birth of Yahweh monotheism, the beliefs of the upper and lower classes of Rosevia have been divided. The people at the bottom believe in God Yahweh because they are ignorant and long for a fictional paradise.

The upper-level people who have power will naturally not be caught in the lies they weave. They only retain the worship of their ancestors, and at a specific time every year, they express their respect and longing for their ancestors through family inheritance.

So does the royal family.

The ancient sacrificial rituals of the Agarik royal family, which have been passed down to the present, are not just ceremonies to commemorate the previous emperors. Relying on the imprint of the eternal fire, they can even use the source resonance to briefly glimpse the past and future.

Emperor Romulus was eager to take advantage of this opportunity to peer into the future.

In addition to the haze that has been shrouded in his heart, the reason why the emperor has an idea is also related to an event that happened a few days ago.

...

a few months ago.

In order to inspect the hidden dangers of the empire, Emperor Romulus traveled eastward, ending in the province of Babylon. When crossing the Tbilisi River by boat, the wind and clouds suddenly changed color, and the rainstorm poured. The originally calm river surface was turbulent for a while, and the entire fleet was pulled directly to the bottom of the water by the maelstrom.

At this moment, the accompanying King Snake told the emperor that this ancient river was the place where the Agaric Dynasty arose.

Emperor Romulus disapproved. He took off his golden seal and threw it at the river, using the might of a **** to deter the ancient river. The golden seal fell into the water, and the river was calm in an instant.

After the eastern tour, the emperor returned to the Yongle Palace and passed the garden. Due to the rainstorm for several days, the lawn accumulated water and accidentally stepped out of a deep pit. Suddenly a meteor fell into the sky that day, and Bai Hong went straight to Yongle Palace and fell into the footsteps of Emperor Romulus, and the fire continued to burn.

After the guards dug up the meteorite, the stone body separated itself, and the golden seal of the Emperor Romulus thrown into the ancient river was impressive. When the emperor found out about this, he was greatly surprised, and ordered someone to fetch the golden seal, in order to personally distinguish the true from the false.

However, when the guard officer who was instructed to get the golden seal came back, his face was ashes. He was trembling with fear and never dared to present the golden seal. In the end, he even smashed the golden seal in person.

The emperor's loyal guards naturally didn't give him this chance, and the imperial guard quickly detained the attendant, snatched the golden seal, and handed it over to their lord.

Emperor Romulus took over silently, and when he reprinted it, his expression changed greatly, and the seal was engraved with an inscription - the emperor died this year!

The guard touched the ground with his head, and kept begging for guilt in extreme fear.

The emperor was expressionless, neither angry nor guilty. He knew very well that none of the people around him had the ability to do this.

And people who have the ability to do this, if they really have the heart, will never just do this.

Romulus shuddered because he saw this clearly, and he quickly investigated the favored close ministers around him one by one. The suspects were then cast on any suspects, including the four goblin lords, who were summoned to the court for questioning.

The emperor felt fear for the first time only after the golden edict proved that the goblin lord had nothing to do with the matter, who was secretly peeping at him and cursing him?

It is still possible to cross the sea like this, without leaving a trace...

This curse was like a colorful poisonous python, tightly entangling and tightening Emperor Romulus's neck, making him breathless, making him panic, and making him feel at a loss.

The emperor couldn't wait to find out who was the mastermind behind this farce, so he had to take advantage of this 12-yearly opportunity to find the little madman who dared to provoke Tianwei.

...

The air was filled with the smell of blood and spices, and the bright and dazzling sunlight overhead poured down through the curtain, as if a huge shock was brewing.

Looking up from the altar of the Hall of Ascension, the curtain rises and falls with the wind and clouds, suddenly slowly inflates, and finally bursts into a butterfly-like piece of cloth.

The dark blue sky was surging, and the airflow cloud seemed to be manipulated by a huge force to rush towards the top of a certain point in the sky, instantly condensing, spinning, and collapsing, revealing a bottomless vortex.

The sky was turbulent, and the rumbling thunder echoed, and the vortex tightened and disappeared into a dark and unpredictable hole.

"..."

The emperor stared at the sky silently, his eyes pierced with light that could see everything, and shot directly into the hollow. In the repressed silence, a sound suddenly sounded, dull but slight, like the gurgling sound of blood rushing through the blood vessels at high speed.

A pale golden light gradually emerged from the void, and the light gradually changed from weak to strong. Suddenly, a noisy voice came out, intermittently, as if echoing in a time and space that could not be seen to the end, indicating a fate that cannot be guessed.

The voice became clear, and the bird's-eye view of Antrazu gradually emerged in the void, from the Celts in the north alone, to the frontier of the plateau in the south, to the west surrounded by the ocean, and finally stopped in the boundless East. grassland.

The ripples and ripples in the hollow, like a strong wind blowing, dripped red blood stains from the middle of the picture, and finally painted the entire empire surrounding the Mediterranean Sea red.

The scene in the gap of time and space keeps changing, and the lens moves from far to near, condensing towards the center of the continent. It first stayed in the atrium, and in a blink of an eye, it swayed to the Gallic Plain, followed by Tarago, Carthage, Makmukk...a total of seven places.

Then the camera was quickly pulled up, and on both sides of the atrium, there were endless expanses of the Mediterranean Sea. The sea in front of the darkness is like a huge mirror, reflecting the cold and dazzling blood light, and the wreckage of the sun floats directly in the sea...

"Impossible...impossible..."

Chaos light flashed in Emperor Romulus' pupils, his expression looked horrified, and his pupils trembled, like two melted golden paint.

"It's impossible! I don't believe it, no one can destroy Rosevia, who is a long-lasting forever, no one can! I don't believe in fate!!!"

With the roar of the emperor's beard and halberd, the black space-time fault suddenly flattened with a thunderbolt, and the wind and clouds were surging in an instant, and the sky and the earth were torn apart.

"Go away! It's all fake, it's all fake! No one can deceive me! Go away!" Emperor Romulus roared with all his strength.

His last roar was actually magnified countless times in the void, echoing between the heavens and the earth, like a rumbling thunder, as if to announce the end of everything.

In the sound of rolling thunder, the time line seemed to move forward another distance, and the blood light rising from the sky penetrated the scorching sun. The boiling sea water extinguished the light of Antrazu, and the cataclysm of the eternal night brought the first despair doomsday.

The light went out, the darkness rolled back, cracks crisscrossed like earthworms torn apart from the ground, and countless dead broke through the dusty tombs, launching an impact on the world of the living, and the twilight cataclysm completely pushed the world into the abyss of destruction.

In the dark world, heavy rains and strong winds, mountains and tsunamis, the sea level erodes the frontiers of the earth, and little by little the atrium is turned into a sea of ​​thousands of miles. Countless people are fleeing on the muddy ground. The flood at the moment of purification will cover up all the truth.

The river Styx dries up, the source power collapses, and the flame demon who announces the end of the apocalypse will rush into the last shelter and put an end to all hope.

The distorted void eroded this crumbling world, and all remaining creatures became unrecognizable. In the end, the fire of judgment fell from the sky, and Antrazu was torn apart and turned into cosmic dust.

What's going on here? What happened to all this? !

Romulus suffered heavy torment, watching countless people being swallowed by the dead, the atrium turned into a dead zone, and countless houses collapsed and turned into ruins. Surrounded by monstrous sea water, it stood upright and rushed towards this devastated land!

"Sunfall...and...Earth..." A voice came from the depths of the void.

It seems like a dying person who is dying, spit out the last breath, and issued a faint warning, which is calm and creepy.

...

Celtic, the new Governor's Palace.

"Strange, it was fine just now, but the weather has changed."

The black-haired knight was sitting in the office holding a large white-lacquered tea jar. Looking at the suddenly dim sky, he mumbled suspiciously, and then turned his attention to a person in front of him who was shrouded in a black cloak:

"Sorry, you just said Brother Octopus wants to see me?"

"Yes." The mysterious man nodded and issued a thick and vague sentence.

"Can you tell me, who are you? What does it have to do with Brother Octopus?" Yale peeped at the eyes of the other party covered in the cloak, and found that the other party's eyebrows were very deformed and did not look human at all.

"I am Davy Jones, one of Babur's many sons."

The mysterious man simply took off his hood, revealing a sticky and soft head. His whole head was like a big octopus, with tentacles sprinkled on his shoulders in the form of beards and hair, and a **** hat on his head. .

"..."

The moment Yale saw his dignified face, he believed that he was Babur's son, not the ugly one, and there was no way to give birth to such a weirdo who was uglier than him.

"I know I'm ugly, but like Lord Marquis, I've never seen a second person who directly expresses the idea of ​​'I'm so ugly because of you' on their faces."

Davy Jones was very calm. While speaking, the tentacles on his head swayed in the wind, dripping with sticky body fluids.

"Actually, it's not that I want to vomit, I've seen more monsters uglier than you, but I'm hungry..." The black-haired knight touched his belly, and showed his stomach throbbing and humming sound in front of him.

"Why do you feel hungry when you see it..."

Davy Jones's expression changed greatly, and his tentacles curled up nervously. At this moment, he thought of the horror of human forks. It is said that some people like to eat live octopus. This marquis should not...

"No, no, don't get me wrong, it's just that I am more prone to hunger."

The black-haired knight quickly stopped the other party's nonsense, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Let's get down to business, I really want to find Brother Octopus, because I have a big business here waiting for him to do it together."

"My father also happens to have the same idea. It also has a big business and wants to work with His Excellency the Marquis to conspire."

Although Davy Jones is ugly, it can be seen that he is well-bred, and he speaks well and is very elegant. If you ignore the octopus head, it can be said to be a good and personable man.

"Big business, can you talk about it specifically?" Yale pricked up his ears curiously.

"For the specifics, let my father tell you in person."

Davy Jones said, untied the pocket of his jacket, took out a glass jar filled with water, and placed it on the black-haired knight's desk. A tiny octopus was floating in the glass jar.

"..."

The black-haired knight looked at the glass jar woodenly, and there was only one thought in his head, did he bring the wrong father?