Chapter 452: The Traitor Among the Righteous Gods

When the familiar and intimate smell of earth, mixed with animal feces, human sweat and the enduring barbecue aroma, drilled in his slowly regained consciousness nose, Lin En knew that he should be awake. The spirituality refilled his whole body, and the spread of the perception of waking up from dormancy always made people feel like the rising sun.

Lin En climbed up from the bed very swiftly.

Then he was like a man who had been ravaged by the countess, the head maid and a whole team of maids for a night. His face was not full of excitement after waking up, but inexplicable melancholy and fatigue.

Pah!

He slapped himself on the forehead and gave himself a BUFF to promote activity. Lin En tried to adjust his bad mood.

He had to admit that Atali might be right. Now he seemed to be involved in a scene similar to the epic story, and he seemed to be the chosen one. It seemed that he had been targeted since he came to Beifeng Town, and last night's dream was the first contact.

Oh my God! How could he be the same as an idiot in his dream! ?

He stroked his face with his hands, ashamed to see people.

Lin En felt so ashamed that he didn't want to get up and wash up at all, and didn't pay attention to the faint sound outside the tent. Anyway, if there was something important, the capable head maid would come in with proper etiquette and amazing speed and wake him up from the bed.

"Where did Ju Ling come from? This is a question..."

He could still remember the whole process of the communication, and the young gentleman couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows.

He always felt that he seemed to be one step closer to some incredible secret.

That vague figure really had a sense of familiarity. Lin En only thought about it for less than half a second and cursed in his heart. How could he not be familiar? Didn't his own Black Holy Grail overwrite show that kind of hazy posture, so that people couldn't feel the real image at all when they came into contact with it? Now his impression of the elf in his mind is green tone, beautiful, female, and then nothing.

Isn't this a bit too fast?

That night, I used the Black Holy Grail to play the role of Atali. I don’t know which elf angel or demigod pulled me out of my dream. Although I was a little mentally retarded in my dream, it seems that the mysterious existence did not mean to find the Black Holy Grail, and only talked about some seemingly revelations.

The sun fell, the gods sang, and the gold came.

Lin En suddenly thought of a funny joke about the stake. If he caught a believer of [Burning Sun] and told him, hey, buddy, do you know that the big fireball you believe in actually died once. He felt that he might become the most wanted criminal of the Burning Sun Church in the whole continent the next day.

The Inquisition invites you to the elegant seat.

Amused by this self-entertaining joke, the rebellious heretic Mr. Lin En picked up the cold water on the table and rinsed his mouth simply.

When he fell asleep last night, he should not have reached the astral realm.

He had walked through the astral realm more than once, although he only tasted it briefly many times, but he was very familiar with the breath of the astral realm.

That place is more like a gap between the star world and the surface world.

In that place, you can even observe the stars of the surface world, so as to locate and respond. And that mysterious elf, she was observing the stars at that time, and then a huge bright light source appeared behind the sky. Her knowledge must be much stronger than mine.

"... Meaning, after his death, other gods sang for this... because they were happy? And all this happened before the Rhenium Age."

As a young gentleman who was once preparing to enter the University of Livia as a history student, his understanding of the continent's historical knowledge is still qualified. Today's era is called the Steam Age or the Industrial Age. For more than a thousand years before, it was an era of feudal lords fighting each other, and then it was the Rhenium Age or the Epic Age. It will take about four thousand years to reach the Primordial Age.

It is said that in the Primordial Age, there was a war of gods, and there was also one in Rhenium.

A famous joke on the mainland is that the king of a remote small country heard that a war broke out between gods, so he decided to help whoever could win, and ordered the court fortune tellers to observe the war situation every day. As a result, the king died of old age, the king's son died of old age, and the son's son also died of old age, until the country was destroyed, but they could not wait for the winner to be decided.

Lin En began to scratch his head.

If [Eternal Pride Sun] died in the original era, it would not be difficult to understand why it is [Burning Sun] now. But the problem is that there is no record of this, which makes Lin En smell a familiar smell. After the broken divinity of [Painless Apostle] was completely chewed up, those who knew about it at the time had vaguely forgotten the name [Painless Apostle].

Combined with the existence of [Torch Mausoleum], Lin En suddenly felt a sense of horror in his heart!

Could it be that [Eternal Pride Sun] is going to resurrect?

The elf demigod said that [Torch Mausoleum] was originally alive, but later died again, because a god was hatched from him, and [Torch Mausoleum] is a place that accepts death and is unwilling to sleep forever.

"[Weaving Moth], [Mother Goddess of Fertility], [Secret Singer], [Mouth of Stitches], [Mist of Inexistence]... No, the church's holy scriptures don't have a description of the origin of the true god. It started with [Ju Ling]. In other words, there is a ghost hidden among the gods? He concealed the fact that he was born from [Ju Ling]. How did he do this?"

Lin En felt that this must be breaking news. Although there was a 120% chance of being burned at the stake, if something could really be found out, it would definitely be a lot of fun!

No, no, this is too exciting.

Licking his lips involuntarily, Lin En thought that if he really wanted to investigate secretly, he would have to at least find a few professionals to understand the relevant information. The Department of Archeology and History would be quite suitable. Thinking optimistically, even if you are lucky enough to be fired by the Inquisition, there will be a group of fellow sufferers on the road together.

Lin En sat on the bed and spent more than half an hour sorting out the information in his mind. At the same time, Lin En, who was looking forward to seeing each other again, finally realized that the excitement outside the tent was stronger than usual. As soon as he came out of the tent, he saw many people running around in a hurry.

If there were no traces of battle, Linn would have suspected that the legendary monster in the black forest had come to attack the camp.

Soon, Lin En learned the reason for the excitement from a maid.

Someone died last night. The village girl named Aya died in the tent of Leonardo, the son of the Labor Party.