At this moment, his tone became even more depressed and a deep sigh.

"But, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts."

Hearing this, Allen and Renard instinctively knew that the climax was coming, and they couldn't help but cheer up even more and prick up their ears to listen.

"Once, a well-known plane adventurer who was exploring in the infinite universe entered a completely eroded world by evil gods, and encountered the horror of distorting reason and breaking order."

"He discovered something wrong at the first time, and tried his best to escape from that plane and returned to his hometown, that vast continent."

"But what he didn't know was that all this was intentional indulgence by the other party."

The story tells the story, Alan and Renard's faces became much darker and became ugly.

Although Caesar said he was telling a story, no one of them would think that it was really just a story.

So the answer is obvious. This is history, a forgotten or covered up past, and an event that has really happened.

"Along with the traces left by the adventurer, the evil god easily cast his eyes on the planes he passed by, and saw those worlds that communicate with each other."

"Of course, most importantly, He saw that vast continent, the core that connects countless world planes."

"Then, the war begins!"

The low and hoarse voice seemed to be filled with countless swords and fires, and countless fighting roars were heard.

The strong smell of rust seemed to have passed the barrier of time in an instant, and came to reality from ancient times and appeared here.

The fierce metal collision sound was like a substance, faintly sounding in the air.

After looking closely, Allen realized that this was not a false illusion.

Various holy marks on the altar in the distance are shining brightly, with flags scattered between them and howling wind.

It seemed as if the wind and sand from the battlefield flew in an instant, mixed with the smell of blood from rust, the strong smell of gunpowder, and the lingering violent magic energy fluctuations appeared in Allen's spiritual sea, giving him the most realistic first visual experience.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time before Allen recovered, his face slightly pale.

Renard, who stood side by side, had no usual calmness, and his pale skin made the original dark circles even more serious.

With a small mouth and frequent breathing, Allen tried his best to relieve the rapid beating of his heart.

Even if it is [Iron Will], even if it is a soul that has passed on the battlefield and danced between life and death, after seeing such a grand "reality", it has to react and cannot be ignored.

After all, the vast scene of using the infinite world as the battlefield, countless ethnic groups as the army, fighting in all directions of the void, and traversing the stars in the universe really makes people feel a huge feeling, which shakes their minds.

This has nothing to do with the mind and will, it is just the instinct shock and excitement that should be possessed after being broken into common sense and beyond the conventional violence.

"What is that?"

After a few breaths, Alan, who finally broke away from the magnificence of the magnificence of being like real, like thousands of troops stepping on the galaxy, and the supreme existence and diversity, asked.

His voice was a little hoarse and dry, like a rotten wood that had been dry for a long time, rubbing and making goosebumps.

The moment he spoke, Allen was jumped.

It was as if, in just a short moment, he seemed to have experienced thousands of years and endless changes.

Then the next moment, he reacted.

This is just because he was too excited before, and his heart beats rapidly, but the blood flows faster, the blood temperature rises, and the throat is dry.

There is nothing serious.

"Didn't you guessed it?"

Caesar replied calmly, not seemingly surprised.

"That's the reality back then?"

After a while, Alan asked in a tone that still seemed dry but no longer harsh.

“Yes, not.”

Caesar nodded and shook his head again.

Without making a fool of himself, Caesar continued.

"The altar contains the live records of that year, but what you see are edited and deleted modified versions."

"It's not to hide anything, but if you really give the original record that you don't cut, your brain will be like a watermelon."

Caesar said and gestured, made a gesture of holding hands, and then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It exploded with a bang."

Although this is plain and does not have any special decorative rhetoric, he himself did not deliberately make any scary moves.

But the moment when this was said, Alan and Renard also felt their scalp tingling from the bottom of their hearts.

"Do you know why?" Caesar asked, but he didn't seem to care about the answers of the two, so he continued on his own. "Because you are too far from the existence of those who left these records!"
Chapter completed!