Chapter 1713 The Birth of the Apostle
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[In the first year of the Divine Calendar, the gods fought each other, causing the sea of trees to churn and overturn the rules. The power of imaginary numbers destroyed civilizations, and the sea churned, rolling up the bubbles of the world. From then on, no civilization survived above the trees.]
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[In the year 024 of the Divine Calendar, wars never ceased, and civilization began to fracture. The instinct of the tree brought down the balance, and the first apostle was born in the chaos.]
[The embodiment of rules, suppressing the gods, and pacifying chaos.]
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[In the year 045 of the Divine Calendar, the world needs wisdom, memory drives reality, and knowledge is not selfish nourishment.]
[The second messenger and the full-time eye were born to assist the development of the rules and civilization. That is, the eyes can see through the origin, making it impossible for the hidden god to hide.]
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[Divine calendar year 178…]
"..."
“New rules are about to be born.”
A calm voice sounded in my ears.
"That's not true, brother. You are the rules themselves. The rules don't apply to anyone other than you."
Another person.
"Time..."
"How long will it take for Him to wake up?"
Are they talking about me?
"This... maybe it's hard to say now."
Who is it?
The strange sound ringing in her ears made Youlan Daier's hazy consciousness concentrate.
Ever since she stepped through that door, she felt that her consciousness was suppressed to the point of being almost extinguished.
But fortunately, she survived.
"Where am I...?"
This weakness at this moment...
No, it's not weakness, it's more like nothingness.
An instability of the body and the nature of existence.
But she could feel the instability gradually disappearing.
Feel how powerful you are at this moment.
Time dances at her fingertips, consciousness changes the past, present and future, and even before her eyes, there is no concept of the flow of time.
It seems that as long as you want, any thought can change the time trajectory of the universe.
He doesn't even need to think about it, it's natural, peaceful, and even taken for granted.
You are time itself, and time is your path.
“Is this what it feels like to be an apostle?”
No wonder Kiana and the others lost. They were so unreasonably powerful.
"Look, he's awake."
The familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded before him again.
The scene in front of Youlandel became clearer little by little.
The sun is a bit dazzling.
Uh...if that's sunlight.
"Where am I?"
She wanted to look around, but found she couldn't move.
Or maybe, yes, but she can't.
She shared this body's sight, senses, hearing, etc.
But they did not gain control.
That's right. After all, I was watching Records of the Grand Historian. I only had the first-person perspective experience, but I couldn't interfere with what happened in it.
"you……"
In front of me are two figures.
"How do you feel? The newly condensed rules are a bit chaotic, but they can be adjusted."
The handsome middle-aged man slowly emerged.
Yulandel knew him, Forerunner 002, the uncle who was a little too handsome.
Of course, that image was created by Him.
But perhaps in order to allow Yulandel to better understand them, the invisible "They" during this period had their own familiar appearance.
For example, over there...
"Put your power back, this is not the place for you to mess around."
The serious voice was a little harsh, the kind of stereotyped, old-fashioned voice.
The one who made this sound was the old driver who was usually very frivolous and had no airs at all.
Pioneer 001.
But at this moment, He was obviously completely different from that humble, greedy and brain-dead old man.
Now His face is full of seriousness and rigidity.
“Brother, the third child has just been born, and it is normal for his power to be released. You should give him more time…”
Having said this, the Apostle of Memory, whose senses were no different from those in his memory, paused abruptly, then smiled bitterly and cast a look.
"To you, one second is about the same as a century, right?"
"..."
From beginning to end, Yulandel, or the newly born Forerunner 003, did not speak a word.
But the rolling, uncontrollable power in His body gradually stabilized.
It was obvious that He, who had just been born, was trying hard to adapt to his own body.
"who are you?"
He finally spoke.
Perhaps it was also to make it easier to understand, using Yulandel's appearance and voice, but speaking in a completely different tone.
"Let's talk about it outside. Follow me."
Perhaps it was because he saw that the new third brother had finally stabilized his situation, the eldest brother, the God of Rules turned around and walked outside.
This is the palace. Yulandel has seen the report from Kiana and the others, which included a small palace model designed by Bronya using her power.
However, the magnificent palace did not exist at this time, there was only a high platform wrapped in imaginary numbers.
And He was born here.
At this moment, as his feet touched the ground, the Pioneer 003 pulled out the imaginary roots on his body with all his strength, and was able to move freely.
However…He was somewhat dissatisfied with the humble advice.
Or in other words, why should I listen to you?
"Old man! What do you mean by that commanding tone of yours?"
"Hey..." Upon hearing this, the Memory Apostle stretched out his hand to stop him.
But it's too late.
The big brother over there has stopped, turned his head, and glanced at the somewhat undisciplined younger generation behind him with his deep pupils.
"So, you think differently?"
"No, I just don't like you." Without any hesitation.
With his hands on his hips, this God of Time, who had not even had a minute left since his birth, showed far more confidence than the other two.
“The Apostles were born to fulfill their mission.”
"You want to go against this?" What kind of warning was contained in those calm words? Perhaps only 002 over there knew.
There is no doubt that the stubborn man did not understand the elder brother's advice of "I hope you will think carefully" and challenged him.
"Mission? I don't know what that is, I just know I really want to beat you up right now!"
She put her fist and palm together in front of her body, and a confident and sunny smile appeared on her face, which she rarely showed since she was twelve years old.
"I don't accept it. Since I don't accept it, I have to fight! Only if you beat me can you talk about other things. Otherwise..."
"Just get off your boss's seat!"
Push your feet hard and the ground will shatter!
Without even using any of his powers, this overly reckless guy turned into a stream of light and rushed in front of the Apostle of Rules.
The space here is strong enough, so there is no need to worry about collapsing it.
But even so, wherever Yulandel passed, everything around her was crushed by the powerful impact!
"This little third child...will give me some headaches in the future."
The middle-aged man who was mourning for this held his forehead and shook his head. Seeing that the old driver had raised his hand, he closed his eyes and could not bear to watch the next scene.
Snapped--!
boom!
Rumble!
The sound of impact swept in with the impact.
There seemed to be some loud and crisp sounds mixed in.
When this power dissipated, the Apostle of Rules was standing there intact, and before him...
There is a big hole.
An ass.
amount……
And a pair of beautiful legs.
Yes, Yulandel, who was so aggressive and looked like she was going to overturn the world with her elbow, was slapped into a big hole by the old driver.
Lying very peacefully.
