The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the face of the abyss; but the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

God said: Let there be light.

Then there was light.

When God saw that the light was good, he separated the light from the darkness.

God called the light day, and the darkness he called night.

There is evening and there is morning. This is the first day.

…

All things in heaven and earth have been created.

By the seventh day, God's work of creating creation was completed, so he stopped all her work and rested on the seventh day.

God blessed the seventh day and designated it as a holy day, because on this day, God stopped all the work of creation and rested. - "Old Testament Genesis"

After gently reciting the sacred scripture, Leonardo da Vinci said calmly, "If you add up the ages of all the prophets and kings in the genealogy system recorded in the Old Testament, then you can get a fairly accurate result——

Our world was created by God at 10 o'clock in the morning on October 26, 4004 BC."

"Well..." Monroe pondered for a moment and said, "Logically speaking, there should be nothing wrong with this."

"Yeah."

Da Vinci smiled sarcastically, "But the time when this stone was carved was much earlier than God created the world."

His expression was solemn, his eyes stared straight at the silent Monroe, and he said in a deep voice:

"This stone carving is part of a large mural. It was painted and carved by a group of giants who are much taller than us humans."

Da Vinci picked up the stone as big as a bowl and placed it in the palm of his hand, narrowed his eyes and seemed to have flashes of dazzling light, and said slowly:

"They are a group of giants who can control water flow, fire, thunder and lightning, beetles... their bodies seem to be much stronger than Hercules.

To be honest, I doubt that all the special abilities we have...come from them."

"The source of the god-given power? The ancient giant? In what era was that?!" Monroe's body tensed and he looked surprised.

Da Vinci said faintly: "Three million years BC..."

"What?!"

Munro froze and looked at Da Vinci with dumbfounded eyes.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Da Vinci shrugged: "But that's the truth."

"Huh -" Monroe couldn't help biting his finger, "What are those giants? Well, I mean... what should we call them?"

Titans? Gods? Or angels?”

"Gods?" Da Vinci frowned and said, "The gods in my mind don't look like that."

"Then what should we call them...?" Monroe asked.

"Although they are very tall, they are not as huge as the Titans." Da Vinci thought for a while and said, "I think... since their appearance is so intimidating and they have all kinds of magical powers, why not...

Call them angels."

…

Centuries have passed since Monroe Holmes' deep conversation with Leonardo da Vinci.

The advent of the textile machine and steam engine started a new chain reaction of technological revolution and opened the door to the first industrial revolution.

The emergence of various new technological products has also completely revolutionized human society.

Times are changing, and so was Monroe during this long period of time.

He took advantage of his immortality to continuously learn more knowledge, accumulate more and more wealth, and contact and win over various geniuses.

The Flesh Order has also continued to grow and develop under its management.

One year, he wanted to return to his hometown to avenge his mother.

But unfortunately, that village has been washed away by the torrent of history and cannot be found again.

At that moment, Monroe realized:

"Time is cruel, but it favors me the most. Wise men, heroes, gangsters... No matter who they are, even other people with special powers, they will also die of old age. Only I can stay young and live forever!

"

In the secret room of the Flesh Order, Munro raised his head and smiled arrogantly: "I am the eternal being who surpasses all human beings, the second Yahweh."

"But..." He lowered his head and murmured quietly, "I am not truly immortal yet. My soul and body are full of weaknesses. Low temperature, high temperature, explosives, poisons... can hurt me or even kill me.

!My self-healing ability has its limits, and there is that person... Mycenir, the King of Wizards!

"

"call--"

As the mood became agitated, the power of telekinesis operated autonomously and slowly lifted Monroe into the air.

He narrowed his eyes and growled unwillingly: "This kind of thing cannot be allowed to happen! I will completely defeat death and you!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Angels...I want to find you! I want to get more superpowers...from you!"

Time is like running water, hundreds of years pass by in the blink of an eye.

The roar of the second industrial revolution has been playing for half a century.

Today, the development and widespread use of electricity has brought the dawn of a new era - the electrical age.

At the same time, the continent of Europa also quietly entered the clouds of war.

And the Order of Flesh, an organization that has been hidden behind the world for hundreds of years and controlled by Monroe Holmes, has also stood behind a certain empire under his will.

When the world fell into bottomless chaos, Monroe took advantage of the power of that empire, consumed a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and tried his best to find everything related to the ancient angels.

Ancient religions, ancient ruins, myths and legends, Shambhala, crystal skulls, the axis of the earth and stars...

Munro searched for any rumor, true or false.

But after putting in a lot of effort, he didn't get what he wanted.

Fortunately, on the eve of the destruction of that empire, the [Ancestral Heritage Society], which was formed internally to deal with this matter, passed on an important piece of information to Monroe.

Regarding the ancient stone carving, they found its main body.

An ancient mural from an unknown era located on an isolated island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

…

A looming small boat sailed on the vast Atlantic Ocean.

Under the blue sky, moist water vapor comes towards you.

At the end of the line of sight, the sea and the sky merge together, and only an unclear horizon can be seen.

time flies.

This boat, which was vague to the naked eye, chased the horizon without stopping, but could never shorten the distance.

That line seems to lie beyond the boundaries of human sight, far away and never traceable.

So, Monroe, who was already a little impatient, frowned and asked:

"Erwin, how long will it take us to reach our destination?"

Erwin, who was driving the boat in front, lowered his head and looked at the ancient nautical chart that was annotated in detail with a large number of words. He did not look back, but replied in a respectful tone: "Dear Mr. Holmes, we will be ready in about three hundred and fifty nautical miles."

We’ve reached our destination.”

"Ah, very good."

Monroe touched his chin and asked again, "To be able to find this place, the Heritage Society must have paid a heavy price."

"Yes, it took us many years to find this place, and many people were sacrificed in order to divert the attention of the United States and those empires." The blond middle-aged man sandwiched between the two sighed.

Monroe was noncommittal: "Well, in order to achieve the goal, sacrifice is always inevitable."

After the conversation, several people remained silent.

As the boat sailed, the sky became darker and darker.

From azure to dark blue, from dark blue to dark blue.

Night has fallen.

Wow - Wow -

The waves roared and the night was misty.

After a long voyage, the ship finally reached an endless sea area.

But here, there is still nothing but sea water.

Just when Monroe was confused and wanted to ask.
To be continued...