"Compared to hunting and aberrant death, the thing that hurt them the most was actually...the ancient sun god who no longer responded to them."

Klein said bravely, but fortunately, neither of the two angels are fanatic believers whose faith overrides their reason. They have seen and even experienced the "Catastrophe" and "Feast of Betrayal" with their own eyes, and now they are embarking on this journey again.

Land, they have more insights than Klein.

"Tell me something." Medici raised his chin, signaling for him to continue.

"okay."

Klein paused for a moment. He scribbled on the new map in his hand, then stood up and dusted it off.

He could feel it, and they all wanted to hear it.

Ourolius is not here, and Klein is the person who knows the God-Forsaken Land best. They all want to hear it and are willing to hear Klein's views and thoughts. Maybe it wasn't what Klein said that moved him.

They, but some of what they said coincided with their thoughts.

"This is also what I learned when communicating with people in the Eastern Continent."

Klein calmed down, and Medici walked forward. As they walked, they listened to Klein talk about some of his experiences:

"The Aurora Society believes that the Eastern Continent is a sanctuary, and the people inside were later guided there by the 'Angel of Destiny', so they are called the chosen ones. But in fact, the chosen people live in such an environment, and the polluted land cannot be planted.

Food, growing plants and flowing water are also inedible. The living environment is already very difficult, but living without hope day after day will make them give up their faith."

"Actually, I think the people in Silver City and Moon City are very nice, very nice."

Klein followed Medici and walked in the wilderness of the Eastern Continent.

As he entered the depths of the God-Forsaken Land step by step, Klein endured the gaze of pairs of eyes in the depths of darkness. These eyes were afraid of the power of the angels and did not dare to approach, but they still hid far away, coveting Klein.

He is like a ham carried by angels.

As an "ancient scholar", Klein just glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw one after another "spirit lines" extending out of the deep darkness around him. They were illusory, dense, and countless, indicating that in the darkness

There are a lot of monsters lurking.

These monsters were extremely quiet, just watching Klein and watching them walking in the desolate wilderness.

Klein did not take those dangers to heart. He resonated with the "ancient scholar" potion wholeheartedly, watching himself gradually enter history and become a part of future history - this gave him a sense of

A very wonderful feeling.

"People can bring all their forces together to formulate the most efficient system and strive to keep everyone alive..."

"Faith has become their pillar, a symbol of their unity, but they do not blindly believe in God like the outside world... The simplest example is when the 'Fool' showed his friendliness and position, and gave two

After the city brought tangible benefits, people quickly changed their beliefs, but at the same time they still had awe and respect for the ancient sun god."

"Such a city, such a nation, and such concepts are unique to the Eastern Continent. They would simply not exist in the outside world."

Klein felt a sense of sadness as he spoke.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder... is it only in such extreme circumstances that people can abandon their prejudices and unite together."

"And after these people leave here, will they be gradually corroded and assimilated by the outside world?"

"Just like friction between countries leads to war, just like Roen takes action against the allies for profit. I want to help them leave here and go to the outside world, but I am afraid that they will gradually change and become beyond recognition after they really go out."

Before he finished speaking, Medici suddenly pushed him hard.

"What do you want to do so much? Idle?"

War Angel looked confused, so he rubbed Klein's head vigorously:

"People have desires, and they should have desires. Do you think they would be more willing to eat bread and eat monsters in this remote countryside, or go out to eat and drink well without fear? Also, you should not be hostile to war, war

It’s the most direct way for humans to express their feelings!”

Klein was shaken from side to side by the rubbing, and it took Medici a long time to let go.

As if he had untied a knot in his heart, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud: "You are right, I should look at the bright side."

Hermes was watching them from the side, always with a gentle smile on his face, and the lightning in the sky flashed. He occasionally introduced the remains of the surrounding facilities to Klein, as well as the customs and customs of the Eastern Continent.

After about a dozen lightning flashes, Klein suddenly turned around and almost tripped over something.

He lowered his head and saw that it was a small protruding stone slab with obvious traces of artificial carving on it.

They continued to move forward, only to see a few half-buildings similar to the tops of spires scattered in the shadow of the hills less than a hundred meters away. A dozen giant stone pillars only as high as Klein's knees protruded from the surrounding ground, and a small amount of grass emerged from the ground.

They grow out of the gaps, and their tips are as dark as blood.

"Has anyone ever lived here?" Klein rubbed his forehead again and asked.

"Perhaps," Hermes said. There were countless large and small cities in the Eastern Continent at its peak, but he didn't fully remember them.

Even if you remember them all, the changes in topography and landforms over the past thousand years have made most of your memories inconsistent with reality.

"Perhaps this was originally a very large city-state. When the great catastrophe came, the earth split open, flames and thunder fell from the sky, and the entire city was swallowed up. There may have been survivors, but they gradually died out in the subsequent disasters.

, which is all that remains to prove that it ever existed.”

The destruction of civilization... An idea suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, he quickened his pace and arrived at his destination in the strange grass.

After entering a half-collapsed building, Klein instinctively looked around and observed the place.

On the cracked gray-white stone wall, there are murals that have been washed away by thousands of years. They have long been blurred, and it can only be vaguely seen that the people of this city-state are proud to enter the kingdom of heaven after death.

On a piece of ruins, Klein grabbed a bunch of Seville chrysanthemums from history and gently placed them in the center of the ruins.

This is the last tribute paid to the victims by the latecomers.

Then they moved on, into darkness and wasteland.

TBC

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"Pull me up."

"climb."
Chapter completed!