Ancient God Library

2022-05-07

Chapter 76 Golden Giant King

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A large tract of blood spewed from Myron’s mouth.

His eyes and ears had a red blood flowing down.

The whole person bowed and slumped in an instant, as if they were decades old.

Augusta and the carrion-faced necromancer, Hearst Cain, didn’t expect that it was just a divination, and Myron would be backlashed like this.

A professional fortune teller, it is impossible to make such a mistake!

“What did you see?”

Hearst Cain took two steps forward and activated the healing ability to help the opponent stop the blood.

Myron finally regained his breath, but his eyes still couldn’t see things clearly. He sat on the ground and roared in disbelief: “I looked directly at God!”

God is not to be looked directly at, not to be spied on.

This is something that every awakened will be told by senior when he gets started.

“You mean, it was a Spiritual God who shot Monty? How could it be possible, if a Spiritual God shot, then everything we had in Wudun would be wiped out!

Now is the age of the gods, and the gods are impossible to appear on the earth!”

Hearst Cain’s tone was excited.

Myron gritted his teeth and said: “It wasn’t the Spiritual God who shot, that guy, it’s that crazy guy who visualized a Spiritual God! It doesn’t belong to any one of the top ten Spiritual Gods, maybe a genius. The god of birth.”

Visualize Spiritual God.

This is simply whimsical!

Just by looking directly at God, it is possible to be blinded by their extremely intense psionic brilliance, just like Myron, not to mention visualizing.

The level of Spiritual God is extraordinary.

They are too powerful, even if they dust off a speck of dust and fall on others, they are still an insurmountable mountain.

The human mind and reason cannot comprehend their existence.

During the long and strange time, dynasties have changed, lives have withered, and even death itself has ended, but Spiritual God is eternal.

So visualize Spiritual God and you will most likely die on the spot.

If you are lucky enough, you will only become alienated and degenerate into alien beasts.

Augusta asked Myron to describe his divination in detail.

This senior cultist, through the characteristics described by Myron, finally coldly said: “Gold Giant Clan! That person may have the bloodline of the Golden Giant King.”

Hearst Cain was also nodded.

In line with Myron’s description, only the original golden giant king.

That is the Spiritual God of giants, active in Ancient Era, in history earlier than the Dark Ages.

In a turmoil called All Gods turn to Dusk, the Golden Giant King fell to his death.

Giant Clan is also disappeared.

More than that.

Elves, dwarves, giant dragons, goblins, murlocs.

All of these races were once thriving, but now they are nowhere to be seen.

“The turbulent times, the golden Giant Clan, there is still bloodline left, which explains why the man knows the appearance of the golden giant king.” Hearst Cain’s cheeks trembled. .

Augusta’s expression was cold: “Myron, can you tell where he is?”

“No, but I tell you that he has a relationship with the Blood Cup Religion regiment. Contact…” Myron gasped, “This is my limit.

If I divination again, I will definitely die.

You must pay attention to this man, he It is very likely to sabotage our plan.

But don’t act rashly, the other party may be the key person in Giant Clan once more enter the world, it is not good to provoke giants!”

Augusta did not speak, lost in thought.

……

“You made all this?”

In the pharmacy, I looked at the two dishes on the table.

Anti’s tone was complicated.

She usually has very few facial expressions, but at this moment, this kind of complex expression with puzzled, puzzled and a little doubt about life has never appeared before.

This made Romon feel somber. What could be more fulfilling than making the paralyzed Senior Sister show a ghostly expression?

Dorothy on the other side is already killing with a bowl.

I even grabbed food with the little girl Annie, which fully brought forward the good quality of sitting at the child’s table.

Beef stewed with potatoes, boiled fish, these are all home-cooked dishes.

Romon has, of course, done it before, but it doesn’t taste as good, it’s far from a restaurant.

But normally Riotino, Dorothy and their recipes are eggs, bread slices and boiled vegetables, with only a little salt in them, and the taste is bland as water.

In contrast.

Romon’s boiled fish, beef stewed potatoes, may not be a big deal in the big food empire, but here it is a rare seen delicacy.

Seeing Dorothy and Annie destroying food like strong wind scattering the last clouds, they didn’t even want to say a word, and Andy didn’t want to be outdone.

After a big meal.

The two large bowls on the table were wiped clean, leaving no residue.

Annie was still sucking on the knife and fork, “Charlotte big brother, it’s really delicious, but a little too little.”

She stared at Romon with two big eyes, full of longing.

Dorothy leaned heavily on the back of the chair and put out a breath: “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten so full, Romon, why didn’t you say that you know how to cook!”

Romon said with a smile a little embarrassedly: “It’s only a little bit, I’ve read about it in some food books, but this is the first time I’ve tried it.”

“The important task of cooking will be handed over in the future. Here you go!” Dorothy looked serious, securing Romon’s position as head chef at home.

Have a good meal.

Romon felt a solid belly.

It was the first time in the past few decades that he had tasted the familiar taste, the first time he had eaten so solidly.

“It looks like I’ll have to cook by myself in the future.”

 …

After lunch.

Romon got dressed, grabbed his cane, and put on his bowler hat as he walked out of the pharmacy.

Today is a rare sunny day.

But the sun hardly penetrates the thick layer of fog, providing only an insignificant amount of warmth.

Romon takes a steam train to the street where the Bureau of Investigation is located.

Walking on the street after getting off the bus, he clearly felt that the flow of people was much smaller, and there would be obscure glances in alleys, corners and other places.

The alert here is heightened!

Came to the entrance of the investigation bureau. The clerk registered in front of the door was an acquaintance. After scribbling down his name, Romon came to the lobby of the investigation bureau.

There are about a dozen senior backbones in the investigation bureau.

The remaining members are about 30 people, and the proportion of awakened is extremely high. The members who are not awakened only work as clerks in the investigation bureau to avoid danger.

When Romon came.

Several members of the Bureau of Investigation are playing Kunkka.

“Mr. Romon, long time no see.”

“Want to play Kunka?”

The investigators greeted enthusiastically.

Romon declined their warm invitation with a smile before entering Sheriff Keqi’s office.

As a field worker, today is the day he reports to work and then gets paid.

Just after entering the office.

Romon discovered that there were two other people besides Tachibana Rin.

One is the priest of the God of Life, Diana, whom he has seen for a long time.

Another man with a very sunny appearance and a bright smile.

He has blue curly hair and a loose floral shirt. If Romon had to think of one word to describe it, it would be a sassy bag.

“Romon, this is Ambrose, the Captain of the Law Enforcer squad of the Church of the Everlasting Forge.” Keqi got up and introduced.

“Hello Mr. Romon, I’ve heard about you for a long time. It’s not easy to escape from the sacrifice of the Blood Cup Religion regiment.”

Ann Bros’ eyes cracked with a smile: “If you have time, take me to say hello to your teacher, Poison Butterfly.”

Romon’s heart moved.

The Captain of this law enforcement squad actually knows the title of teacher?

(End of this chapter)