Book of Gods and Demons

The janitor number seven smiled.

He unbuttoned his long gown, revealing his gray and wet chest.

Strips of extremely thin purple light shone from under his skin, and outlined an extremely complicated logo on his chest.

An endless snake opened its mouth, circled in a circle, chasing its own tail.

In the middle of the circle circled by the endless snake, dense purple light spots form a complicated astrological map. A man with his legs and arms spread out and his body proportions in line with the perfect golden ratio is quietly suspended in the astrological map. .

Look carefully, the light that composes this man's image is composed of countless densely beating square runes.

These talisman civilizations are vague, beating rapidly following a certain complex frequency.

The divine light from the eyes of those suffering knights swept the complicated rune on the chest of the janitor No. 7 little by little.

Accompanied by a soft sigh, these suffering knights seemed to confirm the identity of the gatekeeper number seven. They bowed deeply to the gatekeeper number seven, and then they knelt to the ground again.

Their bodies shattered into countless fragments, and then the fragments turned into extremely small spots of light, and finally turned into a thick haze.

The light mist flickered, and the frequency of flickering was exactly the same as the flickering frequency of the human figure on the chest of the gatekeeper number seven.

The thick haze broke away from the armor, with a soft sigh, it melted into the three-foot-square bronze box on the seat.

The smooth surface of the bronze box lit up little by little, countless stars appeared on the box, and looming figures galloped past in the stars. Everyone heard a sound that seemed to exist, but also seemed to be illusory.

That is the sound of human prayers.

It was the cry of a baby when he croaked to the ground.

That is the heroic cry of the man in the fight.

It was the sad cry of a woman when she was sad.

That is the heavy breathing when hunting, that is the slight gasp when throwing a net to fish, that is the low whisper when pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, that is an angry roar when slashing with a knife...

These voices, if there are none.

When everyone listened to their ears, they seemed to see how a huge ethnic group thrived on the earth, how to grow and grow, how to become a sage, and finally they crushed the starry sky...

There is a huge flow of information into everyone's minds.

They seem to know a lot of inexplicable knowledge all of a sudden... But this knowledge is like a phantom of light. They see it, but no matter how they dig through the memory, they can't recall the slightest trace of this knowledge.

"This is a..." Qiao muttered.

Crimson's instinct is analyzing the huge flow of information just now.

The janitor No. 7 squinted at the dozens of armors on the ground.

He whispered: "This is a kind of heritage... everything about the Knights of Suffering... their past, their history, their glory, their sorrow..."

"How do they cultivate, how do they grow, how do they overcome all thorns and thorns in the most critical moment of mankind, guarding the last ray of light for mankind in the dark."

"This is the inheritance method of the Knights of Suffering... It exists in the blood and soul of all human beings."

"Even if their individual eventually perishes, but as long as humanity continues, when humanity is in danger, the knights of suffering will recover from their blood and embark on their destined path."

"The Knights of Suffering are never a special power and power aggregate."

"The Knights of Suffering are humans themselves."

"We have experienced countless sufferings. We use armor to protect ourselves, we use swords to injure our enemies, we gather together, use our bodies to transform into the Great Wall, and guard our people... This is the Knights of Suffering!"

The gatekeeper's voice on No. 7 carries an inexplicable sense of holiness.

Joe and the others were silent.

If the words of Gatekeeper No. 7 are conclusive, then the Knights of Suffering will be the noblest, noblest, greatest, and most precious handful of people among mankind.

Of course, except for Joe, which one of these people is not an old fox for years?

Gatekeeper No. 7's words, of course, carry a strong sacred and solemn atmosphere, but I want to make the people present believe his words without reservation...well, everyone has reservations.

The gatekeeper sighed lightly, and he gently opened the bronze box.

A soft starlight spouted out of the box, and the sound of the heavens rang out, shaking everyone's minds with a bang.

This sound caused a phantom to appear in front of everyone.

They seem to have seen the dark void, with huge fireballs carrying huge planets, following the complicated and ancient orbits, rapidly moving in the void.

Inexplicably, the corresponding knowledge emerged in everyone's hearts-these big fireballs are the suns.

And those gigantic planets are like Medland-like pieces of land where hundreds of millions of creatures can survive.

The planets follow the sky orbits, circular orbits, elliptical orbits, interlaced orbits... Countless stars influence and drive each other during their movements, making the structure and operation of star orbits more complicated.

And all the stars, carefully analyze their celestial orbits, they are ultimately moving around a core.

The core of everything, the core of the void, the core of the unfathomable...

Everyone's eyes lit up, and the janitor No. 7 reached into the bronze box, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com took out a wrist-thin, long crystal stick less than three feet long.

The crystal rods, rounded up and down, of the same thickness, are not like entities, but more like condensed bodies of light.

Countless extremely thin rays of light condense together to form this stick.

When the gatekeeper No. 7 held it in his hand, the whole stick seemed to be beating and flowing. This stick gave people the feeling that it was alive...

The whole hall was beating slightly.

The whole mountain was shaking slightly.

The void is twisting.

Time is stagnant.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this crystal rod...or rather, by this crystal axis.

They looked at this crystal axis as if they saw the entire Medland, saw all the laws that maintained the operation and existence of Medland, and saw all the secrets of this world.

They even felt a lot of familiar breath on this crystal axis.

Every citizen of Medland has a faint aura on this crystal axis.

In the dark, all the creatures in Medland have an inexplicable connection with this axis.

"Medland's Axis." Gatekeeper Seven shook his head with emotion: "It's that simple. With it, we can control everything in Medland...including those **** gods."

"Ah, it's a pity that since the last time it was launched, the Knights of Suffering brought it back here, allowing it to absorb Medland's power to recover itself... Time is not enough, and its stored power is far from enough."

"However, the sacrifices of dozens of suffering knights...plus your strength, it is enough to suppress and expel those gods whose strength has not yet returned to their peak state."

The janitor number seven chuckled softly.

Then, a throwing axe whizzed and flew, slashing at his head heavily.