BXBX NOVEL Chapter 97: Chaos
Chapter 97: Chaos
"The evil god is the evil god. Your father was also called the evil god by those extraordinary races in the second era. I am his angel." Truman teased, starting a business in the mysterious world, who has not yet taken the step of the evil god?
The smile on Amon\'s lips gradually faded, "Hmph, I found a relic, suspected to be the remaining aura of an alien god."
"Outer God?!" Truman suddenly became energetic. The Church of Fate here was almost wiped out.
The system of the two outer gods, "Circle of Fate" and "Mother Tree of Desire", is not enough, he needs more!
Truman glanced over, got the information he wanted from Amon\'s heart, and took Amon directly to the designated location.
Amon couldn\'t hide his feelings in front of a dreamer.
"You!" Amon\'s eyes widened slightly, but he could not be impatient and could only remain elegant, "Adam is not like you either..."
"So you call me teacher, not brother."
Truman replied nonchalantly, looking up at the huge pyramid in front of him.
In a desert, a giant pyramid stands proudly, surrounded by weathered cities. This is a no-man\'s land.
"Wow!" Truman raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing something unusually familiar.
"Like the Black Emperor\'s crown? No, with this shape, it\'s directly the Black Emperor\'s mausoleum!"
Truman saw a twisted beauty and strict order in this pyramid mausoleum. , there is even a sense of chaos.
"It\'s a pity that I didn\'t bring the treasure house here..." He didn\'t know how many years he would stay in this starry sky, so he didn\'t bring the Creator\'s treasure house over. He didn\'t have the "Black Emperor\'s Crown" or the "Brass Book" in his hand.
The rules he had previously formulated for Amon were also replicated by the authority of "all things" and were not truly unique authority.
"This mausoleum has been abandoned for at least three thousand years." Amon had quickly adjusted himself and introduced the pyramid mausoleum to Truman.
"According to the known information, this is the lost ancient history of this planet, the traces left by the civilization of the previous generation."
"About three thousand years ago on our planet, the previous generation of civilization here collapsed at an incredible speed. The brilliant achievements of civilization seemed to collapse in an instant."
Truman approached the huge pyramid mausoleum, and the residual twisted aura made him think a lot about the time point of more than three thousand years.
"Three thousand years ago was probably the First Age, and there was probably only one event related to order and chaos in the First Age..."
Truman\'s face looked a little strange.
"You really know something!" Amon pushed his monocle gently and smiled.
Why would He specifically tell Truman this place? It wasn\'t because he had a serious lack of certain knowledge and wanted to recruit this "teacher".
For the sake of the pyramid, Truman educated Amon on his illiteracy.
"The characteristics of both paths of order come from the starry sky, and were originally attracted to our world by the creator of the universe." Truman\'s first words made Amon\'s eyes slightly solemn.
"They were pulled from an outer god named \'Son of Chaos\'."
Truman came under the giant pyramid, put his hand on the pyramid, and carefully felt the remnants of its pollution power.
"And the \'Children of Chaos\' entered our world in some unknown way in the First Age or earlier."
Amon\'s face darkened slightly, "The barrier failed?!"
"It should be the special nature of the \'Son of Chaos\' path, plus he himself is one of the most powerful old ones in the universe." Truman shook his head slowly.
"After that, for unknown reasons, the \'Son of Chaos\' split."
Truman skipped the process and directly told Amon the answer.
"How did it split?" Amon pushed the monocle gently, almost unable to resist stealing some of the thoughts in Truman\'s mind.
"...Later, the split \'Son of Chaos\' became the \'Uncertain Mist\', also an \'Old One\' level existence."
Truman did not answer Amon but continued his own introduction.
"What about the other part?" Amon suppressed his restless heart. He instinctively felt that this might have some relationship with him.
"What do you think?" Truman looked at Amon with a smile.
Amon couldn\'t help but stretched out his hand to grab it, and indeed stole some of Truman\'s thoughts, but those were just Truman\'s imagination and stuffed to him, just like what he just said.
"Be content, your father may not know as much as I do in this regard." Truman ignored Amon and found the entrance to the pyramid.
"The previous generation of civilization on this planet was destroyed so strangely and quickly. It is most likely related to the split of the \'Sons of Chaos\' back then."
This kind of belief in the old civilization has been too deeply affected, and as far as the "gift" system is concerned, the gifted recipients who are promoted in this way can easily be deprived of everything by the gifter.
This is also the biggest drawback of the "gift" system compared to the potion system.
All great power belongs to that great being.
"Do you want to find out the truth about that year from here?" Amon asked again. He had already suffered a lot at Truman, so he got used to it and adjusted his mentality to keep up.
"Probably..." Truman observed the murals on the passages inside the pyramid.
What is depicted on it is the origin of the civilization of the previous generation, which was the order bred in chaos.
"Order bred in chaos? The end of all rules and distortions is actually chaos and disorder?" Truman thought thoughtfully and kept walking inside.
The power of the alien gods here is almost negligible. It is precisely because of the sudden loss of the power of order that the entire civilization will quickly die.
Specifically, it can be imagined that today\'s "fateful" civilization has suddenly lost the "fateful" power to maintain stability.
Either it was completely invaded by the "Mother Tree of Desire" or other outer gods, or it died in the turmoil.
Along the way, Truman roughly read the history of the rise and fall of the entire civilization, and finally arrived at the bottom of the pyramid.
"This is the altar to worship the \'Son of Chaos\'." Truman\'s eyes lit up, there was still some power left here.
"A catastrophe indeed occurred suddenly." Amon looked at the bones that had rotted into ashes around the altar. Judging from the location, they should have been directly killed by some force during prayer.
Without any ability to resist, everyone died at the same moment.
Truman walked directly to the center of the altar. The symbolic badge that once represented the "Sons of Chaos" had completely turned into fly ash and was completely destroyed.
Judging from the situation here, there was a big problem after the split between "Uncertain Mist" and "Child of Chaos".
And the remaining power here, and even this civilization, probably never attracted the attention of the "Uncertain Mist" again.