Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

Time: After the duel between Mu Cang and Wu Zhan.

Location: Lighthouse Free Commonwealth.

Among the desolate mountains, inside the secret base of Fu Company.

After awarding the task of leaving the ‘Angel’s Bones’ to the Dark Star, Monroe Holmes pondered again:

"With Abram's ability, it is somewhat difficult to complete this mission."

On the big screen in front of him, an image of Mu Cang examining a crystal skull was being projected.

"So it's best to use him to test this 'humanoid nuclear weapon'."

Tang Henyu said in a charming voice, "After all, only Dark Star's ability is more suitable, and even if I lose... I won't feel bad."

"Well... okay." Monroe said nonchalantly, "Since the order has been issued, let's do it."

"yes."

"well--"

Monroe sighed, "Looking back at the past, neither Leonardo nor I thought that these two weak flames of science and superpower... would one day be so powerful that they could tear apart the glory of the 'Lord'."

"da Vinci?"

Tang Henyu asked curiously, "Boss, I have always been puzzled, why didn't you extend Leonardo da Vinci's life back then?"

"This is it."

Munro seemed to be lost in memories and said leisurely, "Because he... has no obsession with immortality."

…

The poet Petrarch once said:

"I don't want to become God or live in eternity. The glory that belongs to humans is enough for me. This is all I pray for. I am a mortal. I only ask for...the happiness of mortals."

At the beginning of the sixteenth century, the continent of Europa.

University of Bologna, Italy.

"Ignorance and blind obedience may lead to disaster. Only by relying on rational self-salvation can we gain new life."

The young-looking Monroe Holmes had a clear voice and wrote on the blackboard one stroke at a time.

The students below the podium were equally attentive.

As a rare young talent in this university, Monroe had many admirers, and people were amazed by how knowledgeable and talented he was at such a young age.

But no one knew that Monroe was no smarter than anyone else.

All his knowledge was acquired through hard work on his own.

In terms of age, he is probably older than the oldest professor in the school.

After a while, the class ended.

Wow——

In the corridors that connect the classrooms, students and teachers are coming and going, and the noise of discussions is endless.

"Please give way, thank you, please give way."

Monroe walked through the crowd holding the teaching materials, while smiling and nodding to the students and teachers passing by.

When a familiar teacher saw him, he asked curiously: "Professor Holmes, where are you going in a hurry? I heard that you have asked for leave."

"Oh, Mr. Leicester, a friend wrote to me and said it was important. You know him from the Polytechnic Institute." Monroe hurried past and replied quickly with a smile.

"Polytechnic...friend..." Lester thought for a while and suddenly said, "Oh, it turns out to be that artist."

At this time, Monroe had already walked away and could not answer him.

The next morning.

Click~click~

The beat of horse hooves slowed down, and Monroe arrived in Milan in a carriage.

After getting off the carriage, he looked up at the distant house shrouded in bright sunshine, pressed his hat and walked slowly over.

…

Looking at the apparently extremely ancient stone carving fragments on the table, Munro raised his head with some doubts, looked at his friend opposite who was writing and drawing, and frowned:

"Da Vinci, my friend, is this the important item you mentioned in your letter?"

"It looks like it's just a... stone with some age."

"Well..."

Hearing the disappointment hidden in the other person's tone, Da Vinci pondered noncommittally for a moment, raised his head and said with an incomprehensible expression, "My friend, do you know... prehistoric civilization?"

"Prehistoric civilization? I have heard of this pioneering theory."

Monroe frowned even more tightly, "However, that is nonsense. The world was created by God, and nothing existed before creation, so prehistoric civilization is a paradox."

"This involves another issue."

Da Vinci slowly said, "Does Genesis really exist? Is God omniscient and omnipotent?"

"This..." Monroe's eyes widened and he looked up and down at his friend in surprise, "Da Vinci, you should know that you have already blasphemed God when you said this!"

"Haha." The other party's beard trembled and he smiled, "We are friends, there are only two of us here, not to mention..."

Da Vinci blinked and said with a humorous smile: "This is Milan, not the Tribunal of Rome."

"Well..." Monroe folded his arms and pursed his lips without saying a word.

His intuition told him that this genius friend in front of him would definitely say something shocking later.

But his curiosity was already growing, so...it didn't hurt to listen.

After a while, Munro loosened his collar and said solemnly:

"My friend, what did you find?"

Da Vinci sat up and looked out the window.

--\u003e\u003e

He did not speak directly about his discovery. Instead, he seemed to be lost in memories and said with a vague expression: "What I want to say is that when I was very young, I could always see some bizarre sights."

"The roaring sky, the angry ocean, the collapsing earth..." Leonardo da Vinci looked at the lush palm tree outside the window, his eyes flashing:

"This tree is ten times older than me, but I can see its tender appearance when it just sprouted."

"You mean..."

Monroe looked at Da Vinci with an uncertain expression.

"And you, my friend."

Da Vinci turned his head and looked at him with a sharp gaze:

"I saw you, saw you grow old several times and regain your youth again, saw you fighting with wild beasts in the wilderness, and in the dark corners of the village, struggling to avoid the pursuit of ignorant villagers."

"You..." Monroe stared at him with his eyes wide open, speechless, "You, you also have divine power?! You can see the past of things!"

"Divine... power..."

Da Vinci pondered the word carefully and shook his head: "Maybe, but I would rather define us as people with special abilities.

Humans with special abnormal abilities."

He turned his head and looked at the brown leather sofa in the living room:

"I often see what the old sofa looked like when it was young."

"But the grass, trees and stones in nature, I can only see what they looked like hundreds of years ago.

But if it is man-made, I mean, if there is a piece of Good stones were made into floor tiles by stonemasons and placed in the Senate of Rome before Christ, so I could see the scene when Caesar was killed. "

Monroe frowned and analyzed slowly: "You mean, when you touch objects made by humans, you can break through the limits of your vision of peeping into time."

Da Vinci said leisurely: "To be precise, I can use the result of the process of natural materials changing due to the existence of souls and spirits as the main cause - man-made objects, to peek at the scene within a certain range around that time point, as well as the exact moment when the man-made object was born."

"Huh——"

Monroe took a long breath and asked nervously, "So, what did you find? !"

"What I want to say is that when I touched this stone carving brought by an explorer friend from an underground cave... guess what I 'saw'?" Da Vinci tapped the table lightly.

"I'm a little angry." Monroe frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I find that you like to keep people in suspense, which is not a good habit."

"Okay, okay." Da Vinci shrugged and smiled, "I'll tell you everything."

"Yeah." Monroe straightened up and pretended to listen.

Da Vinci put away his smile and said firmly: "Genesis does not exist!"

"What?!" Monroe's eyes widened, and he was shocked and speechless.

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the deep. The Spirit of God moved over the waters.

God said, "Let there be light."

So there was light.

God saw that the light was good, and separated the light from the darkness.

God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.

There was evening and there was morning, the first day.

…

The heavens and the earth were complete.

On the seventh day, God's work of creation was completed, and on the seventh day He stopped all His work and rested.

God blessed the seventh day and made it a holy day, because on this day, God stopped all His work of creation and rested. - "Old Testament Genesis""

After reciting the scriptures softly, Leonardo da Vinci said calmly, "If you add up the ages of all the prophets and kings in the genealogical system recorded in the Old Testament, you can get a fairly accurate result -

Our world was created by God at 10 o'clock in the morning on October 26, 4004 BC. "

"Hmm..." Monroe pondered for a moment and said, "Logically, this should be correct."

"Really?"

Da Vinci laughed a little sarcastically, "But this stone was carved much earlier than the creation of the world by God."

He looked serious, staring at the silent Monroe, and said in a deep voice:

"This stone carving is part of a large mural, carved by a group of giants who are much taller than us humans."

Da Vinci picked up the bowl-sized stone and placed it in his palm, narrowed his eyes and seemed to flash a dazzling light, and said slowly:

"They are a group of giants who can control water, fire, lightning, beetles... and their bodies seem to be much stronger than Hercules.

To be honest, I doubt that all the special abilities we have... come from them. "

"The source of God's power? Ancient giants? That was... in what era? ! "Monroe's body was tense and his expression was suspicious.

Da Vinci said faintly: "BC... three million years."

"What?!"

Monroe froze and looked at Da Vinci in astonishment.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Da Vinci shrugged: "But that's the fact."

"Huh——" Monroe couldn't help biting his fingers, "What are those giants? Well, I mean... what should we call them?

Titans? Gods? Or angels?"

"Gods?" Da Vinci frowned, "The gods in my mind don't look like that."

"Then what should we call them...?" Monroe asked.

"Although they are tall, they are not as huge as Titans." Da Vinci thought for a while and said--\u003e\u003e

"I think... since their appearance is so intimidating and they have all kinds of magical powers, why not... call them angels."

...

Several centuries have passed since Monroe Holmes and Da Vinci had that deep conversation.

The emergence of textile machines and steam engines started a new chain reaction of technological revolution and opened the door to the first industrial revolution.

The emergence of various new technological products has also completely revolutionized human society.

Times are changing, and Monroe is also changing during this long period of time.

He took advantage of his longevity to continuously learn more knowledge, accumulate more and more wealth, and contact and win over various geniuses.

The Flesh and Blood Cult also continued to grow and develop under his management.

One year, he wanted to return to his hometown to avenge his mother.

But unfortunately, the village had been dispersed by the torrent of history and could no longer be found.

At that moment, Monroe realized:

"Time is cruel, but it favors me. Wise men, heroes, gangsters... no matter who they are, even other people with special abilities, they will also grow old and die. Only I can stay young and immortal!"

In the secret room of the Flesh and Blood Cult, Monroe raised his head and smiled arrogantly: "I am the immortal who surpasses all humans, the second Yahweh."

"But..." He lowered his head and murmured softly, "I am not truly immortal yet. My soul and body are full of weaknesses. Low temperature, high temperature, explosives, poison... can hurt me, or even kill me! My self-healing ability also has its limits, and there is that person... the wizard king Mycenaeus!

"

"Hu——"

With the agitation of emotions, the telekinesis operated autonomously and slowly lifted Monroe into the air.

He narrowed his eyes and growled unwillingly: "This cannot be allowed to happen! I will completely defeat death, completely defeat you!"

"Angels... I want to find you! I want to get more superpowers from you...!"

Time is like running water, and hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The roar of the Second Industrial Revolution has been played for half a century.

Nowadays, the development and widespread use of electricity have brought the dawn of a new era - the electrical age.

At the same time, the European continent has quietly entered the cloud of war.

And the organization hidden behind the world for hundreds of years, controlled by Monroe Holmes - the Flesh and Blood Cult, also stood behind a certain empire under his will.

When the world fell into bottomless chaos, Monroe used the power of that empire, consumed a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and tried his best to find everything related to the ancient angels.

Ancient religions, ancient ruins, myths and legends, Shambhala, crystal skulls, the Earth Axis...

Monroe explored all the rumors, whether true or false.

But after paying a lot, he didn't get what he wanted.

Fortunately, on the eve of the destruction of that empire, the [Ancestral Heritage Society] formed within it to deal with this incident passed on an important piece of information to Monroe.

Regarding the ancient stone carving, they found its main body.

An ancient mural in an unknown era located on an isolated island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

…

A small boat that was looming was galloping on the vast Atlantic Ocean.

Under the blue sky, moist water vapor was coming towards us.

At the end of the sight, the sea and the sky overlapped, and only a vague sea level could be seen.

Time passed.

This boat, which was vaguely visible to the naked eye, kept chasing the sea level, but it could never shorten the distance.

That line seemed to lie beyond the boundaries of human vision, far away and never traceable.

So, Monroe, who was already a little impatient, frowned and asked:

"Erwin, how long will it take us to reach our destination?"

Erwin, who was driving the boat in front, looked down at the ancient sea chart with a lot of detailed annotations. He didn't look back, but replied respectfully: "Dear Mr. Holmes, we can reach our destination in about 350 nautical miles."

"Well, very good."

Monroe touched his chin and asked again, "It must have cost the Heritage Society a lot to find this place."

"Yes, it took us many years to find this place, and in order to divert the attention of the United States and those empires, many people were sacrificed." The blond middle-aged man sandwiched between the two sighed.

Monroe did not comment: "Well, in order to achieve the goal, sacrifice is always inevitable."

After the conversation, the few people stopped talking.

As the boat galloped, the sky became darker and darker.

From azure to dark blue, from dark blue to dark blue.

Night fell.

Wow-wow--

The waves roared, and the night was hazy.

After a long voyage, the boat finally reached an endless sea.

But here, there was nothing but sea water.

Just as Monroe was wondering.

The boat seemed to have crossed an invisible boundary.

A hundred meters ahead, a huge white fog wall about a kilometer high and with an indistinct width suddenly appeared.

The whole process was extremely abrupt, as if the picture had dropped frames.

In the last second, the sea was endless.

In the next second, this huge wall that seemed like the end of the world was violently filled into the eye sockets.

This made Monroe, who was originally looking at the sea in front of him quietly, completely unable to react and stood there in a daze.

--\u003e\u003e

A second later, he suddenly smiled and said, "So that's it. It turns out that there is a layer of fog that turns the entire island into a transparent object. It can't be found from all directions."

Monroe shook his head and exclaimed, "It's really magical. I don't know if it's artificial or it's just like this."

While he was talking to himself, the boat had crossed the remaining 100 meters and broke into the wall of fog.

This layer of magical white mist is not too thick, only about five or six meters.

After driving out of the wisps of clouds and mist, what appeared in front of them was a beautiful island like a fairy tale world.

From a distance, the golden sandy beach surrounds an oval green gentle slope.

On the slightly undulating slopes, brightly colored flowers grow in twos and threes, not too densely packed, but well-proportioned.

Bang!

After mooring to the shore, several people immediately disembarked.

The surroundings were not quiet at this time, and Monroe could even clearly hear the sound of small lizards crawling in the soil, as well as the clear chirping of insects in the flowers.

Looking up, the island is not that big.

He turned his head slightly and radiated his mental power, and he could 'see' a large pattern carved on a mountain wall a few kilometers away.

Not just one, but a series of large pictures.

But the road leading there is also densely covered with thousands of brown-black hard trees.

"That's where the mural is."

Monroe looked in the direction of the stone wall... and his sight was filled with huge trees growing wildly.

There is absolutely no road.

It seems that it is not easy to walk there, so I can only walk slowly on the ground.

Ten minutes later...

laugh!

After casually cutting off the incoming strange snake, Munro looked up at the stone wall ten meters away, feeling a little amazed in his heart.

In front of me, a hundred-meter-high stone wall covered the field of vision.

From left to right, it is covered with simple or complex patterns.

The mural depicts ancient giants in red, yellow and black.

All animals, plants, characters, and buildings are all outlines traced by simple lines. The painting style is rough and majestic, with a primitive and wild flavor.

As you can see, the black is charcoal, the yellow and red are hematite and colored soil rocks, and all the pigments are pure natural minerals and wood plants.

This mural, if we follow what Leonardo da Vinci said back then, was at least a product of millions of years ago.

Card!

Munro pressed the long-preserved stone carving into the missing groove of the mural, feeling excited.

Slowly taking a few steps back, he looked at the surrounding murals and found that almost all the murals were missing to varying degrees. He didn't know whether it was natural causes or man-made.

After calming down, Munro began to carefully observe these ancient murals.

In the mural, there were initially large tracts of humanoid creatures floating on the sea, and the sky was filled with flames.

Surrounded by endless flames, a black-armored giant radiating endless brilliance was slightly raising his hand as if to do something.

While Munro was observing the mural attentively, Erwin came staggering from behind and panted.

Erwin's face lit up after seeing the mural, and as his body shook, more than a dozen clones of the same appearance appeared on the spot.

These clones stepped forward one after another, holding various tools and began to carefully investigate the murals.

At this moment, a cry of surprise sounded in Monroe's ears.

"Mr. Holmes!"

"Mr. Holmes, come here and see what I found!"

Monroe's observation was interrupted by a sudden shout.

Turning around, he saw the blond middle-aged man who had walked a few hundred meters away at some point and was shouting.

Monroe stepped lightly and without making a sound, he jumped across a long distance in front of him and asked: "What did you find?"

"Look!" The latter rubbed his hands vigorously on a cone-shaped rock next to the mountain wall, and a pure black smooth surface was created.

"Oh?" Monroe quickly walked over to observe.

But I found that this was not a huge rock at all.

This... is clearly an unknown structure protruding from a giant man-made structure.

Moreover, the composition of this structure is not actually any known metal on Blue Star.

"Well..."

Monroe frowned with a puzzled look on his face. He raised his head and looked up along this unknown structure that was covered with a thin layer of rock dust for dozens of meters in radius.

But I saw a mountain with an overly regular shape.

On its surface, there are mottled pure black traces all over.

He couldn't help but spread out his spiritual power and tried his best to cover the mountain.

after a while.

Only then did Munroe figure out the full extent of this huge anomaly.

This is a giant man-made structure that looks like a spindle.

I don't know how many years ago, an onion fell from the sky, cracking open the thick mountain wall that spanned the entire island, and penetrated deeply into the island's stratum.

"Huh?"

The blond middle-aged man next to him squatted down and touched the ground, wondering, "Why is the mercury content in this stratum so high?"

At this moment, the spindle-shaped object as huge as a mountain in front of Monroe seemed to be stimulated by his mental power, and it suddenly started to tremble slightly.

During the buzzing sound, thousands of sharp black thorns emerged from the inside.

"This is……"

Monroe stared blankly at the huge door with an unknown structure slowly opening in front of him, and murmured blankly, "What is this...?"

--\u003e\u003e

There was no light at all in the huge portal, and it was filled with a strong aura of death.

It was as if there had been no living thing inside for many years.

But at this moment, Munro suddenly had a strong premonition.

There was something in this huge spindle-like spike-like artifact that could change his destiny.

then……

"call--"

With a long sigh of relief, Monroe walked towards the deep door step by step, towards the unknown, under the stunned gaze of the blond middle-aged man next to him.