Book of Gods and Demons

The fierce collision in Hyderabad temporarily failed to affect the Port of Tulum.

The twelve huge metal ships, like prehistoric monsters, slammed into the waters of Tulum Harbor with an unstoppable head. A group of warships stationed in the harbor by the multinational coalition forces were completely overwhelmed by artillery fire without knowing who their enemy was.

In the sound of a dragon's whistle, the soldiers of the Imperial Army armed with new ordnance, like iron-grey torrents gushing from the troop carrier, rushed into the port of Tulum along the trestle bridge, followed the streets and lanes, quickly flooding the whole Port of Tulum.

This is not a close war.

This is a merciless slaughter.

On the ground, the soldiers of the Imperial Army armed with new ordnance were neatly harvesting the enemy's life.

In the air, a large group of Tier 6 transcendents of the imperial army is relying on absolute superiority in numbers to behead the Tier 6 transcendents in the multinational coalition one by one.

The multi-national coalition troops staying at Tulum Port only resisted for just half an hour, then lost their helmets and abandoned their armor, fled the Tulum Port city in a panic, and fled frantically to the north in a panic.

Naturally, the Ritto family mansion in the Mid-Levels has also returned to the Ritto family's hands.

When Joe returned from the north with Sherlock, it happened to be on the flagpole in front of Tulum Port City Hall, the flag of the Durham Empire rose again, and the maid and guard of the Rittal family re-entered their residence.

Joe placed Sherlock, who was still weak, in his bedroom, picked up a bottle of rum, and poured Sherlock down in a ‘gu-dong-dong’.

Sherlock, who was originally pale, was irritated by the spirits, and he took a few breaths, and there were two red patches on his cheeks.

He moved his body vigorously to make himself more comfortable on the bed, then looked at Joe and sighed: "I didn't expect that things would develop into this way... Joe, how long have we known each other?"

Joe sat on a single sofa by the bed, looking at Sherlock with his legs up.

"Half a year? Well, half a year, Mr. Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "For half a year, it's... fate is impermanent. Joe."

He sighed and shook his head: "I originally thought that I would accept you and Velenya as my disciples. You have a very good background, family background, and strong background. You will be guided by me. With the help, a little bit of growth, and finally become a key member of Al... In the next few decades, a hundred years later, perhaps, you can also grow into..."

Sherlock squinted his eyes. "A senior veteran at the king level?"

Joe spread his hands: "Oh, don't say anything about senior veterans... Florence he..."

Sherlock interrupted Joe's words: "The Florence you caught is a fake, a stand-in for him. He used all his savings to sacrifice all the subordinates he cultivated over the years, and set up one for you. set."

"You captured Florence, and he was tortured in your dungeon... Even because of this incident, even a senior veteran like the Majestic Tower fell to Hyderabad."

"All this angered the veterans who were originally hiding behind Florence... who had higher status and had more power. Those waiters, archbishops and bishops, they were dispatched one after another."

"They are gathering in Hyderabad. They are preparing some plans for revenge against the Durham Empire."

Joe's eyes widened.

waiter.

archbishop.

bishop.

Elder Elder who is higher than the ‘king’ of Florence?

Cursing his lips, Joe sneered: "Can a loose mutual intelligence organization fight against an empire?"

Joe Ang raised his head: "What can they do? Start a larger war?"

Sherlock squinted and gritted his teeth: "Let’s launch a larger war, of course, whether it’s the veterans who came out because of the tragic experience of Florence, or Florence and their allies, their next plans. , They are all launching a larger-scale war."

"But their goals are very different."

"Those waiter-level veterans, their original intention was revenge, it was revenge for the Deren Empire, especially the direct action, which brought you who suffered the tragic encounter in Florence."

"But, those elders, they discovered the strangeness of this war."

Qiao looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Abnormal? What can be abnormal in war?"

Sherlock stared at Joe tightly: "Because of some unknown reason, some new ordnance that appeared in the Durham Empire Army, clearly beyond the current industrial level... These ordnances are extremely powerful, extremely lethal, and obviously destroy. The balance of power on the mainland of Medland."

Joe nodded thoughtfully: "Those veterans who came out to avenge Florence, did they have other ideas?"

Sherlock sighed: "I was almost killed because of this unlucky reason... The appearance of these new ordnance represents the possibility of a certain taboo. And the possibility of this taboo is the true upper echelon of the Al organization. , They are absolutely not allowed to appear."

Joe spread his hands: "I don't understand what you said."

Sherlock gritted his teeth, put his hands on the bed, and straightened his upper body.

Joe grabbed two big pillows and placed them behind Sherlock, allowing him to lean on the head of the bed more comfortably.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, and sighed again: "Joe, I haven't been able to figure out what I just said... But this time, I was chased because I accidentally , Got... sensational, the truth about Medland."

Joe looked at Sherlock in amazement.

As a scumbag for more than ten years, although Qiao has studied hard in the past two months, this short-term assault study obviously cannot complement some of his common sense, let alone how superhuman he is. knowledge.

Facing Sherlock's words, Joe could only say straightforwardly: "Medland... the truth? Is there something wrong with Medland?"

Sherlock's eyelids blinked quickly. He looked out the window and said solemnly: "Of course, in the eyes of all mortals, what can be wrong with Medland? We were born here, we grew up here, and we finally, I will die here too."

"But, Joe, have you ever thought about what Medland really looks like? In those, in the form of life, the level of life, it has far surpassed us mortals, the indescribable, indescribable, indescribable, indescribable existence What kind of existence is Medland in his'eyes'?"

Joe closed his mouth tightly.

This question is too esoteric.

He is not those who exist, he hasn't seen the truth of Medland, he can't imagine the problem.

Sherlock looked at Joe deeply: "Do you know what shape Medland is?"

Before Joe could answer, Sherlock made a move with her right hand, and a faint wave of water lit up in the air, and a sterling silver tray in the distance flew in front of Sherlock with a ‘huh’, and he put it on his knee.

"This is Medland... the land we live in is a plate-shaped form."

Joe scratched his forehead: "Uh? Is there any problem with this?"

With a wave of Sherlock's hand, another tray in the distance also flew over. Under the support of a touch of water, the tray that was originally on his lap flew three feet into the air. The new tray was placed by him. On his knees.

He pointed to the floating plate and said, "This is, Medland."

He pointed to the plate on his knee and said, "This is the abyss!"

Without waiting for Joe to ask, Sherlock continued to wave his hand, and another plate flew over. This time, the plate was suspended above the plate representing Medland.

"This, the **** spot that we can often see at night, that glides across the surface of the moon, is it-El Sacred Mountain, or El Sacred Land, or, in our world, one of the gods. origin."

"In the minds of the church clergymen in Dabwa...Of course, only those clergy at the core level whose status is high enough and their status is important enough. In their hearts, this is the'prison of God'."

"Our world is composed roughly like this."

"El Holy Land is above."

"Medland is in the middle."

"The abyss is at the bottom."

"Medland, it happens to be located in the middle of the three worlds. This is also the origin of its name'Medland'."

"The continent in the middle position, this is Medland, this is a kind of ancient spirit language system."

Joe was indifferent to this.

The origin of the name of Medland, which spirit language family does it come from, does it have anything to do with Joe?

Sherlock understood Joe's facial expression, and he was helpless about it.

"Well, these are all side matters~www.ltnovel.com~You are not interested in these things, I can understand your thoughts."

"But what I want to say next, you will be... shocked, even panic."

Joe's eyes widened, staring straight at Sherlock.

Sherlock pushed the floating tray in front of him, and the two floating trays spun quickly.

He looked at Joe, and said word by word: "The Holy Land of El, also known as the prison of the gods, is because...the gods worshipped by the gods of Dabowang, Mu and his sister Mu Theste, our sun **** and moon god, they were suppressed and imprisoned on the holy mountain of El."

Joe stood up abruptly, he looked at Sherlock in amazement: "Huh?"

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Joe with great pride: "Yes, the source of Medland's faith, the **** worshipped by trillions of believers, the great Mu and the benevolent Moutesthe, after they ascended to the throne one hundred They were defeated, suppressed, and imprisoned in 1988. They have been imprisoned on the Sacred Mountain of El for 1,380 years."

"Is this number a coincidence? Feel familiar?"

"Yes, the glory calendar is 1,380 years...this year...the day they were imprisoned and suppressed is the beginning of the Medland glory calendar."

"It is Al who imprisoned and suppressed them!"

Sherlock looked at Joe very seriously: "I was wrong, Joe, we were all wrong, all the low-level members of Al were wrong... Even many of Al's elders were wrong."

"Al is not a pure mutual aid intelligence organization, not a pure academic platform that brings together the smartest, wisest, and most knowledgeable group of people in Medland..."

"it……"

Sherlock swallowed hard and spit.