Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

The moment Su Ming unleashed his sword, cracks appeared in the void.

Soon a door appeared and figures walked out from the crack.

"Another young man who just came in. Don't let him defile the holy land. Let's deal with it first."

I don’t know whether it was China that unified the languages ​​of all the heavens or what.

The grey-robed old man at the head spoke broken Chinese.

But above the grey robe, there was golden hair, and when he turned his head, he had blue eyes.

A typical Western image.

Su Mingshou was delighted when he saw it.

The first time I set foot in the holy land, the person I met was not an oriental face.

Looking at their disgusted looks, Su Ming roughly understood.

The place where he was was definitely not an ordinary holy place.

"Please don't get angry. I'm unfamiliar with this place. If I'm offended, please show me the way."

Seeing Su Ming speaking, the group of Westerners stopped what they were doing.

"Well... they say that the Eastern God is arrogant and domineering. Judging from your appearance, your attitude is not bad. Then I will give you a chance to speak. Tell me, you came from the lower world. Which road did you take?"

The blond man said as he put a halo around Su Ming.

Just like what he just said, isolate the aura from Su Ming and prevent this pure land from being contaminated by filth.

Su Ming did not resist. After all, he owned everything in the Holy Land.

Almost unknown.

As for which road it came from, the question should be about which country's pantheon it belongs to.

After all, all the divine practitioners in the heavens have the divine seals of their own native pantheon.

It can also be understood as a passport at the human level.

Su Ming was also not shy about revealing his background.

"Chinese God System?"

That group of people didn't seem surprised. After all, there were not many gods with oriental faces, and China was the only one that dominated.

"The last person who passed by here looked a lot like you. What a pity."

"He doesn't have your awareness. If the lord hadn't stepped in, he would have been killed here by this divine envoy."

The old man is very principled and he doesn't care who the other person is.

Only care about the other person's attitude.

If you have a good attitude, it doesn't matter even if you accidentally enter the forbidden area of ​​​​the gods.

It is also forgivable.

But Su Ming was not calm, "An oriental face?"

"Is he wearing a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light yellow hat?"

"Oh, he also has a three-pointed knife, no,"

"It should be an axe."

Because of excitement, Su Ming's speech became hurried.

In fact, he was not wandering aimlessly. He went to talk to Suiko just to find Jian.

I appeared here for no apparent reason, it must be because,

Here is news about Brother Jiang.

The blond old man was a man of principle. He never interrupted others when they were talking. He not only listened patiently but also responded.

"I don't understand what you mean by hat or clothes, but I do have an axe, with a corner missing. I broke it."

It would be better if you didn't say it. I get angry when you say it. A useless god who can't even gather his divinity dares to attack me.

"What? Are you in cahoots with that guy?" The blond old man glanced sideways, obviously unhappy.

Su Ming clenched his hands so tightly that he could hear the sound of bones crackling.

Yes, Brother Jiang’s divinity has been shattered, so how can he still be the heroic Lord Xiansheng?

The only thing that won't change is the axe.

That must be Brother Jian.

Su Ming's murderous intent was already apparent, but he still suppressed it and spoke.

"He... is a very important friend of mine. He is more important than my life."

"May I ask, is he okay?"

The blond old man's interest was aroused again: "I found that you two are indeed very similar. You dared to secretly get angry at me after just a few words."

No matter how deeply Su Ming hid his murderous intent, it was still discovered.

Of course, Su Ming didn't intend to cover it up too thoroughly.

After all, there is a saying that goes, if you want to stab someone, you can't hide your heart.

"Well, may I ask your name, sir? Can I tell you?"

The blond old man reacted in a second and immediately burst into laughter.

"Don't you Chinese have a saying that goes, I won't kill nameless people?"

"You asked me my name, are you planning to kill me?"

After saying this, the group of people's faces were full of contempt.

But it was more of a mockery.

Su Ming was worried that if he admitted it, the other party would not dare to say anything.

He shook his head: "No."

"You want me to show you the way, don't you? Listen carefully."

"You have intruded into a great Protoss territory. You are from the lower world, so you must have never heard of our name, but you must know the enemy country of Tsarist Russia."

The blond old man sneered, ready to enjoy Su Ming's worship.

Su Ming frowned slightly and instantly understood the old man's origins.

This simple passage involves an ancient and extremely mysterious pantheon.

Even before this, Su Ming thought that his memory was confused.

This pantheon does not exist.

But now it seems that a lot of information has simply been erased.

Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Su Ming took a deep breath and stared coldly at the blond old man.

murmured.

"What a Slavic pantheon. I didn't expect it to be hidden here."

The blond old man was stunned on the spot. Instead of waiting for Su Ming to be shocked, he heard the word "hide".

Also, why did he know the existence of the Slavic pantheon.

"Impossible. Before the gods moved into the Holy Land, they cut off all connections with the lower world, so the faith should have been severed."

The blond old man was astonished and became more interested in Su Ming.

Su Ming calmed his thoughts. What a damn information gap.

How could he not know about the Slavic pantheon?

As for the enemy country Tsarist Russia mentioned by the other party, the problem has been solved long ago.

Originally, the Russian Empire was so powerful that it was almost a hegemon.

Before the revival of mythology, they were given the title of a fighting nation.

Alas, this is the age of mythology.

Poor Tsarist Russia, due to the lack of myths and rupture of faith, its international status plummeted and it faced the risk of being annexed by other Western countries.

The people of Tsarist Russia had no choice but to accept the annexation of the Western pantheon.

Thinking of this, Su Ming felt more and more emotional. If the Chinese pantheon was just missing, then the Russian pantheon was completely cut off. They didn't even know that their country had myths.

And all of this was the work of the only God of the Slavic pantheon.

"If my guess is correct, you should be Ferrins, the legendary supreme god who controls death."

Su Ming made this guess because everything matched.

Filins' eyes instantly widened to the size of copper bells.

"You! Know this God!"

"Could it be that there are still people from the Winter tribe in the lower world? That's impossible..."

Su Ming smiled but said nothing.

The Netherworld has indeed completely lost everything about the Slavic pantheon.

After the disintegration of the Russian Empire, the people of several countries that were separated from it all converted to the Gidu pantheon.

The extinction operation of the Slavic pantheon was done perfectly.

But, Su Ming is a bug!

There are many things that clearly existed, but no one remembers them anymore, but Su Ming remembers them clearly.

He even suspected that someone was deliberately disrupting the information gap in this world.

Let him have these memories all to himself.