The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 325 The Lie of the Creator (Part )

Countless pictures intertwined in front of Chen Jing's eyes. After seeing the Yellow King giving the thirty-eight-sided alien crystal to the Black Pharaoh, Chen Jing saw part of that war...

Yes, it was the war in which the Yellow King fell.

Maybe the battlefield is in space?

But Chen Jing couldn't see any complete stars. All he could see at a glance were the corpses of living creatures floating in the empty universe, and countless planetary debris turned into gravel...

Where is King Huang?

Chen Jing looked around, but when he found it, he could only vaguely see some... yellow robe fragments floating in the vacuum environment.

At this moment, the voice of the Black Pharaoh sounded in Chen Jing's mind.

This voice seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space.

It's not a message.

But dialogue.

"The war was ultimately lost."

"As everyone expected."

"We didn't even have a chance to come back."

"The crown of deep space is extremely heavy. As a descendant of the Yellow King, are you really ready?"

"Chen Jing..."

Hearing the Black Pharaoh's voice, Chen Jing asked subconsciously.

“What kind of preparation do I need to make???”

"Preparation to die."

The Black Pharaoh's voice quickly responded, with unconcealed despair in his calm tone.

"I don't know what King Huang is thinking, but I don't think we have even the slightest chance of winning against those damn creators."

"Sure enough, King Huang was right. In your civilization, they are still here..."

"You must have been deceived by them, right?"

"They are all liars."

"Damn liar."

"They say there is no war in the universe, and that war and killing are original sins. However, the universe is clearly raging with war, especially those civilizations they have come into contact with, and they have fallen into a cycle of self-destruction..."

"We saw through their lies and started fighting too early, so we lost so quickly. I hope you will never set foot on our old path."

"What on earth should I do??" Chen Jing asked in confusion.

"You just need to live well now, and live until the day when King Huang gives you the answer." The Black Pharaoh's voice gradually became lower and became more blurred.

"What answer does King Huang want to give me??" Chen Jing asked.

"An answer that could save civilization."

The Black Pharaoh's voice seemed to float far away, and Chen Jing had to work hard to distinguish every word before he could hear it clearly.

"Now."

"Accept the gift from King Huang..."

……

Outside the tomb of the Black Pharaoh.

In the extreme northern desert.

Tents were set up randomly on this plain dotted with rhombus-shaped rocks.

A circle of people sat around the campfire.

"It's been a month..." Chen Boxu looked as if he had aged dozens of years, his cloudy old eyes were full of tired bloodshot eyes, and his gloomy face showed a sickly paleness, "When will my grandson come back... …”

"Wait a minute." Lawrence picked up the chopped firewood and threw it into the fire. "As a member of the family, Bai Aji is still alive, which proves that your grandson is definitely fine. It's just that this sequence promotion takes a long time. A little more."

"He won't die. I believe he must still be alive!" Yan Que sat in the corner, holding the metal staff tightly with both hands, looking at the corner of the plain with complex eyes, "Mr. Chen, should I go and persuade Wei?" Nan and Bai Aji..."

Hearing this, Chen Bofu raised his eyes and looked over.

I saw Bai Aji and Wei Nan still digging holes like crazy on the plain, as if they were possessed by the excavator, waving their arms (front paws) like hot wheels.

But unfortunately...

When Chen Jing and others entered the tomb, it seemed that the place was also affected by the power of the Black Pharaoh.

No matter how hard outsiders try to dig up the yellow sand buried on the surface, in the blink of an eye, the yellow sand that has been dug up will return to its original position as if it came alive.

So no matter how hard Wei Nan and Bai Aji try, their repetitive excavation work is meaningless.

But even so, they still chose to do this unswervingly, as if they could find Chen Jing if they kept digging...

Yes.

Although Chen Jing only felt that dozens of minutes or even one or two hours had passed in the mausoleum, thirty days had actually passed in the outside world.

The flow of time in that chaotic land is completely different from the outside world...it is a kind of chaos and disorder without rules.

"More and more people have come to watch the excitement recently." Lawrence rubbed his shoulders tiredly, his tone was very helpless, "I can't even kill them anymore."

"Damn it, come and kill each one!"

After Chen Bofu's beloved grandson disappeared, his mood became increasingly violent. Now he is like a beast on the verge of collapse, making no secret of his hostility towards outsiders.

In the eyes of the elderly.

Anyone who dares to approach this ancient ruin will be damned.

"It's not an option to continue like this. Since we can't open the way to the tomb, then others probably..."

Lawrence hesitated to speak, but in the middle of speaking he couldn't help but remind Chen Bofu of the seriousness of the matter.

"It's not too far from Jizhou. If people from the temple come, we may be in big trouble."

"Do you want us to withdraw first?" Chen Bofu looked up at him and asked with red eyes.

"No one else can open the tomb anyway." Lawrence said helplessly, knowing that he could not persuade this old madman.

"The position we are in is the ultimate distance." Chen Boxu lowered his head again and stared blankly at the yellow sofa on the ground. "If you get closer, you can feel the deep air breath coming from the ground, so what do you want? Let everyone know that the Deep Space Resurrectionist is in this ancient ruins?"

Lawrence sighed and said no more. Although his original intention was for everyone's good, he didn't know how to persuade the old man at this time.

"You guys go back first."

Chen Bofu didn't get angry with Lawrence. It was as if he had changed. His whole person had become rational inexplicably.

"I am his grandfather, and Bai Aji is his dependent. It is enough for the two of us to wait for him here. You go first."

"I won't leave." Yanque shook his head and said one step ahead of Lawrence, "He is my friend, I will not let him go."

"I'm not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!" Lawrence smiled bitterly, "I just feel... Huh? Why is it snowing??"

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to subconsciously catch the "snowflakes" falling from the sky.

Take a closer look.

What kind of snowflakes are these? They are clearly "paper scraps" with weird colors and uneven edges, as if they had just been torn out of a painting.

Lawrence raised his head in confusion, and suddenly showed a horrified expression.

I saw that the sky seemed to be gradually torn apart by some kind of force, and countless "fragments" of different colors fell down like snowflakes, as if the "painter" who created this world tore up his carefully painted paintings with his own hands... …

But behind this torn painting is not the drawing board.

But an indescribable darkness.

The extremely dark color seems to have some kind of magic power, making it difficult for people to look away even once they take a look, as if it wants to suck everyone's soul in, and the emptiness of it makes Lawrence tremble. .

"Deep space...that's deep space!!!"

Baiaji stared blankly at the darkness exposed after the sky shattered, and his tone was one of uncontrollable excitement.

"I feel the king's aura!!"

"He's in that deep space!!!"

The second update is coming~

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