Kakarot wanders into the second dimension

"To be precise, yes, Mel Hasent, the catastrophe in the future may not be alarmist..."

"Don't be too pessimistic, Anton. Prophecies are just the future direction and countless roads. Wasn't the predicted disaster in the Southwest Continent easily solved?"

"Yes, Mel, this is indeed a miracle, but according to my apprentice, the Prophet's Stone told him that there was an anomaly in the fate of that disaster..."

"Oh?"

When Saint Hasent heard this, his interest suddenly doubled. Isn't the Prophet's Stone an anomaly of fate? Is there an anomaly beyond this?

"What future destiny will lead to will be a mystery from now on..."

Saint Anton seemed to be reciting a magic spell, which made Hassent's head spin.

"Okay, I probably know. This is what the future saint said, right? Now I just want to know how you are going to deal with it, Anton. Twenty years after my death, the demon god Huck led those shards The demons occupy the land of the void and can launch attacks at any time wherever Goentes may appear..."

"That happened a long time ago. My old friend, can we talk about something else now? Is it possible to delay your death?"

"Do you think there are still beings who can bestow divine law on mortals? This is not the ancient Fourth Era. The life energy of the Holy Order is already the pinnacle of this world. This is a destiny that cannot be violated..."

Having said this, Hasent felt very disappointed. It was not a pleasant thing to know the time of his death in the future from the Prophet's Stone.

"I know, but since the Prophet's Stone brings countless possibilities in the future, I should be able to find out the solution from there."

"Okay, let's stop talking. Anton, you can go find the other two people to discuss it. I'm a little tired..."

"Don't worry yet...listen to me..."

Yanbi Hasent ignored the anxious shouts of Saint Anton and took out the white jade staff from the distance and used magic power to submerge the transparent vortex in the inner side of the space.

Then he sighed and looked at his withered and old arms, feeling pale and powerless for some reason.

"Are there only fifty years left?"

He knew very well that he could only protect this world for so long at most.

As a remnant of the old era, Hasent unknowingly discovered that he had been living in this world for thousands of years.

He became a saint at the end of the Third Era, and he shined brilliantly in the Fourth Era. Unfortunately, since entering the Fifth Era, he can no longer seem to find those things that he regarded as meaningful in the past.

"Where have you been, the Creator God of Light? The gods separated by time and years have said that you have disappeared. Are you no longer in charge of these people? Or are you saying that you have no confidence, abandon us and leave forever? Are you here yet..."

With so many thoughts on his mind, he couldn't help but think of the epic story of the Fourth Era, when gods and saints fought side by side.

At that time, in order to protect this world, the people of the gods worked hard to civilize the wisdom of various races and spread rich and profound knowledge.

The saints protect the living people and open up new wastelands, and encourage human armies and armies of all races to launch attacks on the demon world.

Angels, as messengers of God, scatter seeds of order and saplings of the world tree to one wilderness after another.

But just when they almost succeeded and launched another crusade against the Breath of Filth, disaster struck...

At that time, the whole sky was as dim as dusk, the gods were plotted by Seymour and Mugut, and the dam of the sea of ​​time burst.

The good gods were separated forever by a river of time, and the twilight of time soaked the entire Goentes, so the entire fourth era ended, also known as the era of Ragnarok.

Only the Creator God of Light escaped that time, and he led the remaining civilizations of the gods to continue fighting against the breath of filth until one of the twin moons was swallowed by darkness and the last god disappeared.

The Fifth Age was an era of shame. The Gorentes lost their gods, and chaos was raging crazily on the earth. Only those angels were still helping civilization to hold on to the final bottom line.

The saints died in large numbers, and their dead bodies were used by the angels to use the blood of gods and mixed with some dead angels to build a wall of order, allowing Goentes and the Breath of Filth to be divided into two boundaries by the void.

The decisive battle three hundred years ago was still vivid in Hasent's mind. It was a battle of hope. Seventeen new saints took up the weapons of God and launched a general attack on the remaining demons within the wall.

Finally, at the cost of the deaths of thirteen saints, Goentes's Seed of Order burned again. It was a symbol of hope, and people affectionately called for the brave.

Thinking of this, Hasent burst into tears. The past of blood and fire, filled with tragedy and ecstasy, would never come back again.

One hundred years after the glorious victory, he, one of the few saints on Goentes, will pass away in the near future.

"To break the Wall of Order, you must sacrifice the blood of a god. Don't worry about this. What is incomprehensible is that the group of slivers actually have the ability to disintegrate the wall. It seems that a war must be launched in advance. In order to fight for it, The remaining gaps in the void..."

He immediately took out a golden notebook from the dimensional bag, opened it, and wrote on it with a special mithril quill dipped in the blood of the black goat.

"Hey, companion, not only the land of the void, but also the old rulers before the creation of the ancestor gods are also being resurrected. I see, it is bad luck to stay here. It is better to run to the residence of the gods where the angels live to take refuge. .”

This notebook was endowed with Hasent's spirit and soul, as if it were alive. The folds on the cover of the book resembled the old bark of an old tree, forming an old man's face.

"You are talking nonsense again, Kalmis, this is my responsibility to this world. Even Mugut, the god of nothingness, is afraid of those old evil gods. I don't believe it will unite with that terrible existence..."

After making a detailed plan of what he wanted to do, Hassent slowly closed the book. For the sake of the future of civilization in this world, he would not fall to the point of showing cowardice to the angels.

While Saint Hasent, one of the few top figures in this world, is worried about the future, many ordinary people still do not feel the crisis coming.

"Hey, Lord Anmir, long time no see, I'm here to return your Heroic Spirit Card."

Sun Wukong moved in an instant and immediately came to a luxurious living room, but the hostess sitting on the leather sofa did not react at all.

"You...you bastard..."

An Mi'er's face was red at the moment, with a trace of tears in her eyes. She was covered in a bath towel and was blowing her hair with fresh wind magic. It was obvious that she had just taken a shower.

what! ! !

She let out a terrifying scream, so loud that Sun Wukong had to plug his ears.

"Oops…"

Realizing that he came at the wrong time, Sun Wukong also felt embarrassed. After throwing down the Heroic Spirit Card, he immediately teleported away.

"What's wrong, Miss Anmeier!"

Hearing this scream, many of her guards and followers here immediately knocked hard on the door of her room and asked.

They only heard the sound of broken items coming from inside.