The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 258 No.15 Scene. The Ancient Covenant

Rosen subconsciously extended his perception, but found nothing. It seems that, as an immortal who has survived for more than a thousand years, the accumulated strength of Claire is naturally extremely powerful.

Claire didn't say anything to Rosen's slightly disrespectful behavior. She just stepped silently into the mist and motioned for Rosen to follow.

Thinking to this point, even if the other party wants to harm him, there is no need to use such troublesome means, so Rosen obediently followed and stepped into the mist gate.

Then, in an instant, the world changed.

The first thing that catches the eye is a towering tree.

The knotted roots are deeply rooted in the soil, moss and green grass are dotted around, forming a wide grassland, and the thick trunk stands on the ground like a tower. Rosen visually inspected the trunk. It requires at least 20 people to hug each other. He had only heard of such trees in legends.

Branches extended from the main trunk, and the huge crown enveloped the ground, casting a deep shadow.

The big tree penetrates directly into the clouds, and the top cannot be seen. Birds soar and make crisp calls.

With this tree as the center, the dense forest spreads out without end in sight. In this lush green world, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which is not at all like the world that an undead queen should have.

"World Tree Trasil, this is the domain of laws built around it."

Seeming to see Rosen's doubts, Claire explained.

"According to the legend, the World Tree Trasil existed in the world even before the goddess made the laws, and it is the foundation of the world. It is also said that the vapor evaporated from the World Tree is the entity of the dense fog covering the world. In short, this It’s something that exists in legends.”

"Exists in the legend?"

Hearing the meaning of Claire's words, Rosen asked.

"Yes, until today, no trace of the World Tree has been found in any corner of the world, so the World Tree can only be called a legend."

Claire walked slowly towards the World Tree, followed by Rosen.

Stepping on the soft soil, Rosen felt the breath of the surrounding nature, something he hadn't felt for a long time. Compared to his own quiet and lifeless law space and the chilling and gloomy old castle in the end of the blood, It's more enjoyable here.

If Rosen hadn't become a bone frame and couldn't really feel these plants, then he would definitely choose to lie here comfortably for a day.

Not long after walking, Rosen saw the destination of the trip.

It was a hut at the root of the tree. It was based on the intertwined root system, and a few boards were added to form a simple house, just like an ordinary tree house.

When Claire saw the hut, she hesitated subconsciously, but soon, she pushed open the wooden door.

After Rosen followed in, he realized that the place was not as simple as it appeared on the outside.

The living room is covered with a layer of comfortable and soft carpet. On the wooden tabletop, a candle burns quietly. Standing at the door, you can see most of the layout in the room. steam.

"Please sit down. I'll get you the information you want first."

After calling Rosen to sit down, Claire climbed up the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room.

Rosen looked around. The decoration of the room was quite simple, but full of life. He couldn't imagine that it was made by an undead. He could only think that it was arranged by Claire during his lifetime.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the kitchen, and a ceramic teacup floated leisurely, and landed firmly in front of Rosen. Then, a teapot and a kettle for boiling water also floated over.

From the pot, a handful of tea leaves flew into the teapot, and then filled with hot water. The room was filled with a fragrance, and the amber liquid poured into the teacup in front of Rosen.

However, Rosen did not enjoy the blessing of this tea. He could only savor the tea with a rational analysis method through his perception of the liquid in the cup.

Claire also walked downstairs at this time.

There are some old files in her arms, and you can feel their ancientness just by looking at their appearance.

"These magic items take effect automatically, so don't worry too much about them."

Claire beckoned lightly, and the teacup floated back to the kitchen leisurely. It could be seen that some water had accumulated in the sink and was about to wash the teacup.

When Rosen saw Claire put the file on the table, the quaint candlestick immediately flew up automatically, continuing to illuminate the room in mid-air not far away.

Turning his attention back to the desktop, Rosen noticed something strange when he saw the text on the ancient book.

The text was not any type of text that Rosen knew, but for some reason, Rosen could clearly understand its meaning. However, when he tried to write down the text and reproduce it, he found that he couldn't do it at all. arrive.

"These words?"

"This is the language of the Age of Gods, the oldest type of language. Legend has it that it is the language of the gods. It can communicate with all creatures in the world, but only the gods can use it."

Claire explained without any change in expression.

"Wait, that means, the writer of this scroll is"

Rosen suddenly felt that what was in front of him was a little powerful.

Without answering Rosen, Claire just pointed to one of the places with her finger.

"The content you want should be in this area."

Following her slender and fair fingers, Rosen quickly found that description.

"An ancient covenant."

He whispered the word in Common Speech, and read on.

It describes the text of the ancient covenant, and there are many vague parts in it. As far as Rosen can understand, this covenant is probably jointly formulated by the goddess's creation to suppress chaos and maintain order. It stipulates that each The responsibilities and obligations that the race should fulfill, and at the same time regulate various behaviors.

What caught Rosen's attention was one sentence.

"Any order creature fights for the continuation of civilization. Even if it sacrifices itself, it should pass on the fire of order."

"This is the oath that the Ashes keep."

Claire said, her voice a little soft.

"Ash is tortured by memories, and the goddess made a promise in this covenant. As long as Ashes abides by the oath, the Ashes will be liberated when the gods return. This is why we are fighting for it."

Rosen didn't respond. He didn't have much sense of belonging as Ashes, and it was hard to understand the persistence in it.

"As for the ancient history and records of saints you need, they are in this scroll."

Claire pushed aside the scroll with the ancient covenant written on it, and opened another slightly newer scroll.

Rosen saw the first sentence immediately.

——In the 165th year of the Scarlet Moon Calendar, Gracius, the Sword Saint of Cang, beheaded Inarius, the people of Chaos, in the Plain of Stars.

(End of this chapter)