Chapter 1014: 1 Pen, 1 Old Man
No one knows why, among the five kings of blue armor and black armor in the ninth battlefield, the oldest and most senior Book King is the weakest!
No one knows why the book is written by the king, the dignity of the king, but he ages so quickly. There is not much time left for his life in just ten thousand years.
No one knows why the Book King is always injured. Almost every time he goes to war, he is seriously injured...
No one knows why, over tens of thousands of years, Black Armor, who preceded Blue Armor, and the older generation of kings, have died one after another, but only he has been able to survive to this day...
Although he often looked old and frail, sometimes even dying...
All because of this forbidden thing...the world map!
In the eyes of the Book King, the world map is not a taboo, but a hero of the human race, a predecessor, and an elder...
Also a lifelong friend!
"Master Jietu, I haven't heard your voice in four thousand years."
The king who wrote the book loosened his hands, and the map of the world floated in the air.
On a snowy night, the white-haired old man, as the king of the human race, bowed deeply to a forbidden object.
"After four thousand years of sleep, I woke up in a blink of an eye."
Jie Tu was filled with emotion, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.
"Master, you are getting old again. How many of the former human kings are left?"
"I'm the only one left!"
The writer is a king, revealing bitterness.
Standing in front of a brush, he felt like a student facing his teacher in the school.
The wind and snow fell on the silver hair of the writer king, and he stood there upright.
An old writing brush, a weathered old man... in this lonely snowy night, in the cold, a weathered picture was formed.
Many stories are no longer known to the world today.
There is only a pen and an old man in his twilight years, reminiscing about each other.
"What is the current situation of the human race?" asked Jie Tu.
"In the eighth battlefield, the human red armor was defeated, and the three great kings were all killed... The war spread to the ninth battlefield." The Book King replied.
Jie Tu was silent after hearing this, and after a while, he sighed again.
"You finally agreed?" it asked.
No one knows that the writer king was also extremely talented and no less talented than any human king.
Four thousand years ago, he encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy...
After that battle, the world map began to fall asleep...
No one knows that in the past four thousand years, in order to make up for the loss of divine power in the world map.
The book is the king, and he spends almost everything he has.
All his resources were sacrificed to the world map.
I was even reluctant to spend money to buy healing medicines to suppress my injuries...
No one knew that he even sacrificed his lifespan to the map of the world, just to leave this forbidden object in the world...
No one knows that he has never been the weakest, but... the only God-killing King among the five kings today!
All because, because of too many sacrifices, its spirit was weak, and it could barely maintain the operation of the black armor...
Before Jietu fell asleep, he had persuaded him more than once to give up this dead thing of his...
The world map has been waiting for four thousand years!
Finally today, the old man woke it up from its slumber.
"Master, you paid such a price, but it was in vain. You should know that in order to completely restore my divine source, you need a drop of blood essence from a true ancestor!"
The hoarse voice continued to come.
"The ancestor spirit disappeared millions of years ago. You have been searching for it for tens of thousands of years, but you have only seen that corrupted god, and it has long lost its ancestor spirit body!"
"Give it up, Master, let me be free, and let yourself be free."
The words of the world map seem to carry some kind of rules that can resonate with the hearts and minds of human beings.
But the king who wrote the book still stood upright with a firm expression.
"The writer awakens Lord Jietu because there will be a battle and we need his support!"
The old man said slowly: "Don't worry, sir. Compared with the powerful enemy four thousand years ago, it is just a four-winged angel. With your current abilities and mine, we can fight it."
"Master, what else do you have to sacrifice?" Jie Tu sighed.
People often say that forbidden things are greedy and evil, but they don’t know that in this world, nothing can be obtained out of thin air.
The more you get, the more you pay. Many times, it is difficult to calculate gains and losses.
It's all my own fault!
"I can still sacrifice it."
The king who wrote the poem seemed to be prepared and took out another brush from his arms.
This is the weapon he has used for four thousand years.
The pen holder was as white as jade, and was broken into pieces like bamboo branches, but it exuded a terrifying aura that instantly swept over.
If there was a powerful angel here, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance. It was a section of an angel's spine.
His aura is that of a god!
There is only one person in the world who is worthy of using such a terrifying pen weapon.
He is the king of books!
Such a terrifying weapon, but the pen fluff is just a strand of ordinary human hair.
This greatly reduces the power of the entire weapon...
When Jietu saw this, he was slightly shaken.
"Can you give it up?"
In the eyes of the Book King, the most precious part of this weapon is not the spine of the god, but the strand of human hair.
It was a lock of hair from the one he loved.
It has accompanied him for tens of thousands of years.
In countless battles, it was as if he had taken her with him, protecting the human race and fighting side by side...
Ten thousand years have passed, all the old friends are gone, only this strand of hair remains...
"I can't let it go, because I didn't get enough. This matter is more important than it!"
At this moment, the Book King had an open-minded look on his face: "Master Jietu, I... offer a sacrifice!"
However, there was a glimmer of tears in the old man's drooped eyelids.
Is his heart really as open-minded as his words at this moment...
Jie Tu's voice also became serious.
"The spine of a god is the most precious treasure in the world today and can be used as a sacrifice! The hair of the human race is infused with the deep love of the human king for thousands of years and can also be used as a sacrifice!"
"Master, the world map is as you wish!"
Jie Tu's last words were a sigh, as if he were an old man in his twilight years.
The divine bone brush in the writer king's hand slowly flew up.
At the last moment, the old man clenched his fingers tightly, then trembled all over and loosened his fingers.
The Book King widened his eyes, looking at the white divine bones, which slowly withered and turned into pure energy, flowing into the body of the world map.
The dozens of inches of divine bone disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the last remaining strand of human hair also slowly turned into ashes...
The writer, the king, finally couldn't help but sigh.
In the end, he abandoned her again...
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Outside the borders of Daxia, south of the South China Sea, thousands of miles away, a majestic aura, carrying with it divinity and coldness, was rapidly approaching.
He was a middle-aged man with long golden hair fluttering in the wind and snow.
He was dressed in pure white armor, his legs were long and straight, and his bare feet were suspended in the air.
His eyes were azure with a circle of red lines, and his four huge wings stirred up a strong wind, making his figure spread thousands of miles in an instant!
The four-winged angel Jia Lan had never imagined that his 400 angel subordinates would die in a place where the grace of the human race first appeared.
