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Chapter 94 History of Civilization
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Hearing footsteps, Shougucheng slowly opened his eyes, saw Sikong's pale face, and said, "Your injury is serious again."

Sikong forced a smile, and even lost the strength to hold the holy sword and thorn staff.The feeling of coolness on the wrist disappeared completely, and the fire poison traveled in his body, causing his skin to crack and crack, and the scorching heat came, as if his blood was about to evaporate.

Before leaving, Master Su Ming gave him a hearth fire tattoo, which allowed him to fully use his spiritual realm five times.

Just now, he seemed to be able to shake the world with a single thought, and cast all kinds of spells at his fingertips. Eight heroes of the empire were buried by him in a single thought, without any resistance.

In fact, he used another opportunity to let his 30-point mental domain overflow, and then amplified by the thorn staff, this is the only way to achieve such a terrifying record.

In just a few days, four chances were used, which is enough to prove the hardships of this match. If he, Sikong, did not have the strength to overwhelm the heroes, he would only die so that there was not even a bone left.

Even so, by now he was almost exhausted and his injury had recurred.

Without the help of other competitors, Sikong could barely survive for more than a few days.

'Whoosh! '

With a movement of Shougucheng's finger, something popped out and came towards Sikong.

Then, then Sikong didn't catch it.

"Cough cough cough..."

This time it was to cover up the embarrassment, Sikong pretended to be calm and covered his mouth and coughed, then bent down to pick up the thing pretendingly.

It's a drop of blood.

But the color is a bit dim, as if it has been knocked down for countless years and has witnessed the end of prosperity.When the blood fell into the yellow sand, it still maintained the shape of a free-falling drop without sticking to a single piece of yellow sand.

Starting with the activation of the stress program for this competition, a message flooded into Sikong's mind.

'The Blood of Christ, the only relic found in Middle-earth by my Imperial time travelers.It is the last true God of Middle-earth, Yahweh, who was injured in the last battle of the gods. After billions of years of erosion, none of his divine powers remain.

In this competition, the precious blood of Christ was divided into 36 drops. The functions discovered so far are: the real kingdom of God, which can project the state acting on the spiritual body into the real body; the best cell division catalyst.Competitors are asked to explore other functions on their own'

Real Kingdom of God!Projected to the real body!

Sikong's breathing became heavy, and he held this drop of the precious blood of Christ tightly in his palm. Because of his excitement, his palm was covered with greasy sweat.

What does this mean? It means that he, Sikong, can truly heal his injuries and even cultivate in this competition!

Originally, this competition was based on a spiritual illusion in the second world, and everyone's strength and status were just projections of their real bodies.

Even if he could heal his injuries, he could only use the medicine from Middle-earth to return to the state he was in when he first entered the game.

This is also why Sikong rejected Huo Wu's kindness to let Master Longfa heal his injuries. After all, his injuries were mirrored from reality. In reality, if his injuries were not good, he would not be able to recover to his peak in a day.

Shougucheng saw Sikong moved, knowing that he also understood the role of the precious blood of Christ, and said: "The one in purple is called Evan. Ten years ago, his cultivation was only one-dimensional intermediate level, and it was a blessing from heaven. A drop of the precious blood of Christ Blood hit him directly in the face."

"Since then, he has become a dragon crossing the river, out of control. In ten years, other people's cultivation can only stand still, but he has borrowed the resources of the Middle-earth world to sing all the way, and in ten years he has practiced to One-dimensional peak."

"Of course, when he died, this drop of Christ's blood was automatically stripped out. It even absorbed the energy of his whole body to replenish the divine power in the blood. It seems that after billions of years of changes, this blood gave birth to evil. Whether you use it or not, look at you."

Hearing this, Sikong smiled bewitchingly, and did not let go of the hand that tightly held the precious blood of Christ.

Evil?
Could it be that the evil nature of a living thing is even more evil than Sikong? !
Suddenly, Sikong frowned, his mind calmed down from ecstasy, and said: "Christ? Isn't this a very powerful religion in the heavens and worlds? Jehovah? Could it be..."

"Yes."

Shougucheng nodded: "This Middle-earth world, which was destroyed a billion years ago, is the mother civilization of all the western magic world."

Hearing this, Sikong tapped his finger on the thorn staff subconsciously, and said, "So, Jehovah is the winner of this battle of the gods, or in other words, the last survivor of the Middle-earth civilization."

The Middle-earth world experienced by Sikong and others has long been doomed, and all traces have been erased by the end of the world.

Only a powerful empire can deduce the past style of Middle-earth from the clues, and even get a glimpse of a corner of history.

Those magical civilizations with exotic customs, swords and magic, knights and dragons, are actually the flames of civilization shed by Jehovah and derived from the world of Middle Earth.

Among them, there is a lot of meaning.

No wonder the Imperial Education Bureau will use Middle-earth as the background of the competition. I am afraid it is to let these young people feel the profound meaning of cosmic civilization, understand the path forward of civilization, and the truth of history.

Shougucheng walked out of the yellow sand step by step along the series of footprints, his face was dull, and he grasped the hilt of his sword tightly, but his words revealed the wisdom of great knowledge and strong knowledge.

"Jehovah is the last true god conceived in Middle-earth, and he is also the weakest. But he suddenly emerged in the battle of the gods and devoured his eight brothers and sisters. He has nine abilities including magic, power, creation, and prophets. In one body, this has become the only true god who is omniscient and omnipotent.”

"It has become one of the most powerful enemies of our empire's civilization."

Enemies of the Empire?
When Sikong heard this, his expression remained the same. He drew his memory and became surprised: "In the covenant, Christ is the Son of Jehovah. He was crucified on the cross and resurrected on the third day. However, how did the precious blood of Christ come from Jehovah? ?”

"Ah……"

Shougucheng came to Sikong's side, stared at the snake-shaped jade pendant hanging on Sikong's little finger, and subconsciously said——

"Christ and Jehovah are originally one. In the eyes of our empire's civilization, the so-called true gods in Western civilization are just visitors from high dimensions. However, due to the rules of dimension, they cannot truly appear in our three-dimensional space."

"That's why there are illusory and invisible miracles. Christ is just the messenger of Jehovah walking in three-dimensional space, conveying his will."

Under the fiery gaze of Shougucheng, Sikong felt uncomfortable, and threw out the snake pattern: "Here you are."

Shougucheng's fingers were in the shape of a sword, and he quickly grasped the snake's kiss. A childlike smile appeared on his dull face, playing with the snake's pattern over and over again.

"So, the ultimate goal of your killing gods is to kill Jehovah."

Thinking of this, Sikong's blood boiled, it seemed that he was a curious person in his bones, and he always preferred to take unusual and dangerous paths.

The mediocrity of cultivating immortals for nine years, on the contrary, blocked his nature like a dam. At this moment, it surged and became more and more uncontrollable, becoming a scourge.

"Oh, no. That's their purpose, mine is..."

Shougucheng seemed to have only three-point enthusiasm for the snake pattern dagger. At this moment, he tossed it to Sikong in a dull manner, but fixed his eyes on the holy sword, and said word by word: "Kill the Middle-earth world."

Kill Middle Earth!
Kill the mother body that gave birth to the true god, and ruin everything by one person!
Sikong's whole body ignited, Shougucheng is worthy of being a mentally ill patient like Qianqian, with a big brain and a wide range of ideas!
I just hit it off with Sikong!
Sensing Shougucheng's fiery gaze, Sikong blocked the holy sword behind him, gritted his teeth and replied, "I can't give you this thing.

"give me."

"No!"

Immediately, strands of murderous intent filled the air, and the sharpness of the sword was even more faintly visible, and the faces of both of them sank at the same time.

'coax! '

In an instant, yellow sand billowed, dust billowed into the sky, sword light and magic intertwined, screams and curses could be heard far away...

(End of this chapter)