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Dark and silent in the meditation room, the only light is the smoldering incense in the brazier and the blue light flashing in the pale pale skull eye socket. Through this ritual, he can feel the distant heartbeat gently throbbing in the vast ocean .

Mogzhogen could feel the ferocious spiritual emotions of the twin gods surrounding him, and the roar came into the room through the opening and closing of the jaws of the surrounding skulls.

Farther away, hundreds of millions of souls made the sound of nothingness through the hood of the vast ocean.

Some grieved, some angry, and some sought comfort.

However, all souls have a deep sense of grief.

This is a burden that cannot end with death, and it is also a heavy burden that bears on the shoulders of all galaxy creatures, whether this end or the end of the endless cycle.

Mogdrogen knew it long ago.

The truth about the void and the galaxy.

It’s just that as we grow older, it becomes more and more difficult to express this knowledge and truth.

Ok in principle seems to be immortal, but nothing is truly eternal. The long years have caused indelible damage to his spirit and soul, so that he must use avatar puppets to disperse his spiritual power.

During this time, his dreams became more and more frequent, and he often dreamed of wars of that long age, cruel wars, fanatical wars, and those strong men who had passed away.

But he could not remember their names or titles, he just felt a voice urging him to return to that battlefield, the battlefield that had been swept to the end by the torrent of time.

He seems to be more out of step with this new era.

This matter is only clear to him. The past tens of thousands of years has made him more and more melancholic.

The more he understood at this time, he should “inherit” some things. Although there is very little such a saying among Ok, Mogdrogen does not think that it is more valuable to let some secrets disappear than it exists. Some things are priceless as long as they “exist”.

However, this is a future plan, and what he is doing today is not this.

He needs to make a prediction today.

The abilities of neurons are all-encompassing, and many of them have predictive abilities, but because neurological babies often have very poor logical thinking and expression skills, such abilities are almost useless, and they simply cannot express what they see. The scene of things.

The only exception is Mog Drogan, who was already the navigator of the dynasty fleet in the era of the Battle of Heaven. They have long needed to fight an enemy who can stagger time and space, so the ability to predict is essential.

Usually this kind of work is dried bean sprouts, but as the war progressed and the ancient saints died, the two sides who were once allies and the sense of hostility became stronger and stronger.

Mogzhogen is one of them.

However, his skills were not very specialized, because his talent was not good at that time.

However, after tens of thousands of years of hardening, he has been able to find some real evidence in the gaps of the torrent of time. Many of Guk’s choices are also based on the “evidence” he found.

The previous predictions were often requested by Guk, but this time it was proposed by Mogduogen.

“what’s going on?”

Guk sat opposite him, imitating Mogjogan’s posture-legs crossed and back straight.

The pale skull floated at a height of one meter from the floor and slowly rotated.

Mogdzhogen stared at Guk, and as his eyes moved quickly from one skull to the next, his proud character was unobstructed.

The gaze of the green prophet is unnoticed-Guk seems to be lost in the illusion of the skull, surrounded by the blood and rage of war.

He was preoccupied, completely unaware of the things around him, ignoring Mogjogan’s doubts.

The young conqueror rose fast and far.

In Mogdzhogen’s impression, many warriors in the dynasty were like him-arrogant, reckless, or fanatic.

Among the various fragments of memory, Mogdrogen never knew that an Ok could hold such a strong belief in his ability.

He knew all this was related to prophecy.

It haunts every soul, telling thousands of such things-legends, legends, fables, myths.

Mogdzhogen himself foresees the illusion of prophecy.

A metal-like mountain was shrouded in dust, and the hollow peaks were filled with corpses descending from the gray sky.

Golden fire and rain fell in the hazy clouds, and the flags they were proud of were burning.

“Cough… strange.”

As the skull suddenly fell to the ground, Guk pulled himself out of Mogjogan’s ritual and concentrated his consciousness in the meditation room again.

Mogdrogen was watching him.

The young conqueror was still at a loss. Obviously he didn’t believe what he saw. Perhaps he witnessed two scenes that Mogjogan witnessed, but the meaning expressed in them must be the same.

Sometimes Mog Drogan is thinking, what would Guk become without him?

A lunatic? A butcher? Or he will find a mature, self-controlled way.

“Guide these possibilities from potential fantasies and choose the right one, even the most experienced navigator will never really understand the application.”

As the former boss of Mog Drogan likes to say, existence itself is an inexact joke.

“I still don’t understand. Old Mo, if you want to tell me anything, just say it.”

Guk looked at him over the sultry brazier, and the dim red light clearly showed his young, proud characteristics.

“Your real enemy is not here.”

“Of course I understand that it won’t take a long time to end the war here. You know my plan, only to end the naive idiots, this world will hardly have anything to stop us, and soon we can go To the galaxy you said.”

The young conquistador seemed indifferent, waiting for Mogdrogen’s reply.

“God–“

After a few seconds of silence, Mog Drogan quietly said something that shocked Guk.

“It’s not just the eternal enemies that led to the slow extinction of our race, it’s something more primitive and destructive, Guck, what do you think is Mao’s thing.”

“Maybe……”

Guk said cautiously.

“I’ve heard that those shrimps will worship something. After a long time, after a long time, that gadget will become a **** and engage in furry… Maybe that’s the case. They used to be very good kids, hands. There are a lot of kids underneath, and then won countless victories, never failed, little

The children worship them and believe in them, and they will grow long. “

Gook thought about it, and seemed to feel that his statement was flawed.

Because of the social structure and personality of Ok, it is difficult for them to believe in something religiously, and they cannot record their beliefs.

Maoism seems to exist naturally in their blood, but can faith be inherited?

Mogdzhogen heard this and shook his head.

“Should it be revered?”

Mogdzhogen looked at Guck with questioning eyes.

“I questioned it, but… they found me, and I also have a headache.”

“Guk, no one here can perceive you. You must remember what I said next.”

Mogzhogen took off the mask, his red eyes were gradually dyed black, his voice disappeared, and it became an echo in Guck’s mind.

“Long ago, they were the same as you.”

Guk’s body stiffened.

“Our creators encountered enemies they could not confront in nothingness. They needed something to protect them in nothingness. They infused some kind of ability into the chain of life of the dynasty overlords. When the shackles were unlocked, Overlords can be transformed into a kind of

The state of measuring the body. In this state, the overlords can absorb the waaagh energy generated by the children at a long distance, and they can also directly pass through the void to protect the creators. “

“This is Mao? They used to be the overlord of a dynasty?”

“Not only that, they are also the first overlords created by the creators. I guess the creators intend to let them lead all the Oak, so the obedience factor is planted in the life chain of the overlords made later.”

“But according to you, the creators are still destroyed.”

“Yeah, those two overlords abandoned their owners, and they did not want to produce a third…”

“Then you mean—”

Guk touched his chin and asked carefully.

“I have a chance to be the third.”

“There is a chance, but I don’t know the way to unlock the shackles, I just probably know that the last generation of overlords have established a secret base somewhere, perhaps related to this.

“Where is that place?”

“I can’t remember, it should be far away… There is a lot of water, the weather is not bad, there is only one sun.”

“Um… I will find that place, no matter how far away.”

“Before that, you have to be careful. They are watching you. You may be the last dynasty overlord in the galaxy. The war here is just the first hurdle you will encounter.”

“Don’t worry, Mog Drogan, everything is still in the plan, the next part of the plan will be carried out immediately, all will be accelerated.”

At this moment, a gentle footstep sounded outside the meditation room~www.mtlnovel.com~ Mogdrogen nodded to Guk, then the incense in the brazier was extinguished, and the flames re-burned.

“What’s the matter?”

“Boss.”

The sound of Kundera clicked outside the door.

“Mangul is back.”

“Okay, take him to see me immediately.”

Guk stood up and nodded at Mogdrogen.

“I will remember what I said today. When the matter here is done, you will drive the Green Prophet and take me to the galaxy to fight, and sooner or later, I will hurt those two arrogant things. Beat it!”

Mog Drogan grinned and did not speak, but put on his mask again.

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