Lord of War

  This is a very simple room.

  Not only the decoration of the room, but also the furnishings are very simple and tidy-the room is very small, probably not more than thirty square meters, with only one window. There is a wooden bed on the side near the window. Not only is the bedding clean, the bed also seems to be replaced and maintained frequently, so it doesn't give off any old and decayed smell. On the opposite side of the bed, there is a wooden table and two chairs, and on the table is a set of well-washed tea sets.

  There is no desk in the room, but there is a rocking chair for the elderly. And beside the rocking chair, there is a huge bookshelf. This huge bookshelf seems a little incompatible with the environment of this room, because its scale is so large that even if it is filled with various books, It also looks a little weird. It's not as perfect as a portrait in the room.

  The only drawback is that the light in the room is so dim that the light cannot illuminate the face in the portrait, only the part below the neck.

   But judging from the exposed part of the portrait, this portrait should be a picture of a woman.

  This is a simple room, but also an elegant room.

  There is a whistling sound of a micro mechanism.

  The door of the room was quickly opened.

  A gray-haired old man is walking slowly into the room, then walks to the wooden table to sit down, reaches out and starts to fiddle with the tea set on the table.

I saw the old man stretched his right hand into the air, and then a weird scene appeared. It seemed that there was a black hole in the position where the old man reached out. It easily swallowed the old man's right hand in, leaving only a piece of black permeation. write. However, looking at the old man's expression, he didn't seem to suffer any harm. It didn't take long for him to reach into this black hole. He stretched out his hand again, but compared with the blank of his right hand before, there was an extra kettle at this time.

  The old man poured the liquid from the kettle into the two teacups on the table.

  Obviously it was just a small teacup, but the pouring action of the old man lasted for a full ten minutes, and he still did not see the small teacup being filled. On the contrary, the air soon began to permeate the rich aroma of wine. And when the aroma of the wine is getting stronger and stronger. The teacup that seemed to be stuck between the teeth was not enough, and finally began to show a situation of seven to eight points full.

  Golden yellow and slightly viscous liquid, shaking in the cup.

  It took the old man some more time to fill the two small tea cups with the golden yellow thick liquid. Then he lighted an alcohol lamp, put on a screen, and sprinkled some powder that he didn't know what raw material it was made of, and soon a lavender flame ignited. Immediately afterwards, the old man put the two teacups on the net, and then began to prepare other things-even though it seemed that the materials were strange and weird. I don't even know what it is. But it feels very powerful.

  The whole set of handicrafts is very complicated. Since the old man entered the room, he has been busy for nearly two hours.

  At this time, it seems that it is finally coming to an end.

  The old man removed the two tea cups from the screen, then extinguished the flame, and then took out a special tin cup. I saw the old man pour the liquid from the two tea cups into it, which should have been enough to fill a barley glass with golden liquid. At this time, only one amber that was no more than the size of a fingernail was dropped-two tea cups were two ambers. Subsequently. The old man opened another bottle of wine that seemed to be very old and poured all the liquid inside into this cup and jug.

  In an instant, the liquid in the cup and pot turned golden red, giving a strange light sensation.

   "Come in." After finishing all this, the old man said.

  The door was opened again soon.

   But this time, it was a middle-aged man who stepped in.

  He has a very burly figure, so that when he stepped into the door, he had to lean on his side, then arched his waist and carefully "squeezed" in.

  The man has gray hair, and the tips of his hair that fall behind his head are tied into a dozen small braids, which are entwined with all kinds of rare gems that can no longer be excavated in the earth. There is a scar on his right eye, which spreads from the upper eyebrow and crosses the right eye. It may have been a long time since the scar, so this scar is very shallow, except for his tightly closed right eye. Probably it is impossible to recover.

   "Kraken, you always come here at the right time." The old man glanced at the burly middle-aged man, and then said with a smile.

"It's better to come early than to come by coincidence." The middle-aged man named Kraken smiled back, then walked to the wooden table, stretched out his hand to open the chair, and sat on the ground simply-his height is too high. Even if he is sitting on the ground, he can basically look at the old man, "God's blood tempts, the last time I drank this wine was 600 years ago.... Your room has not been back for almost 600 years. Bar."

"Counting the time, I passed very quickly." The old man thought about it, and then smiled, "The survivors of the Battle of the Gods, there are only our old bones left.... It's a pity, I can never have a drink with Babylon anymore."

"Miss Jibril made the shot personally, there is probably no room for maneuver." Kraken picked up the temptation of the old man's divine blood poured into the goblet for him, and then carefully picked it up and sniffed it, and his face immediately There was room for intoxication, "Babylon, this time I played too much."

   "Then what are your plans?" the old man asked.

"Me?" Kraken shook, and first took a cautious sip of blood temptation, the whole person was so relieved that his eyes were narrowed, and after a long time, he said again: "No plan... I swore allegiance to Jibril back then. Miss, now I am naturally fulfilling this promise. The Black and White Holy Land has been closed by me. Before the end of this incident, the guys who went to the Alien Plan through the Black and White Holy Land will not be able to return."

   "A lot of people will die." The old man sighed faintly.

   "Yes, many people will die." Kraken nodded, "But you also have a certain responsibility for this matter."

"I know." The old man nodded, "If it hadn't been for me to leave for so long, the academy would not have become like this. Let Babylon's hand reach out.... But this matter is really to be counted, all of us do. There are unshirkable responsibilities. Including...Master Jibril."

   "Miss can't reason with you." Kraken let out a hearty laugh.

"I know." The old man also smiled kindly, "Asali also appeared. It seems that he has chosen Lord Jibril.... I was really worried before, if Asali also betrayed Jeep. Lord Lil. Then..."

"He is the arbiter. Even if the whole world betrayed Miss Jibril, Asali would not." Kraken smiled, "Just like me. It will always be Miss Jibril's shield and sword. I will block all the damage for her, and I will tear all the enemies who try to hurt the young lady... into pieces."

  The old man kept silent, but quietly drank the temptation of the blood in the cup.

  But Kraken did not speak any more. The same is drinking the wine in the glass.

  In the room. There is a peculiar leisurely atmosphere permeating.

"Well, I'm going to take a look at the land where Babylon is ruled. After discovering that Babylon is missing, those little guys will definitely get up and make trouble." Kraken drank the wine in his glass, then raised his feet. The cup was gently placed on the wooden table, and smiled at the old man, "Daan, I don't want to be an enemy of you....Do you understand what I mean?"

  The old man named Daan raised his head slightly. His eyes are different pupils that are as bright as a starry sky-as if the entire Milky Way is contained in his pupils. He just stared at Kraken, pondering for a moment. Then he said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Ah, it doesn't matter if you don't understand." Kraken smiled and scratched his head, still in his hearty appearance, "As long as you stay quietly in this room until the matter is resolved....here Before, don’t leave this room. I say that, do you understand?"

  "Do you know everything?" Daan sighed.

"Know what?" Kraken tilted his head and smiled. "You designed to frame Locke and make him a babylonian puppet? Or did you hide behind and manipulate everything, so that Dabrys was severely excluded and assassinated, and finally Have to take refuge in Babylon? Or... you give your students who have been training in the eccentric plane a hint that they should all come back to Babylon?"

   "Do you know everything?"

"Don't forget my duty and identity." Kraken sighed softly, "Miss Jibril didn't look for you, just because you don't think you are a mortal person. Everything on this floating island is It's impossible to hide it from Miss Jibril, so... Daan, I hope you don't die, I really don't want to be your enemy."

   "If I die, you won't be able to drink the temptation of God's blood." Daan smiled.

   "It's a reason." Kraken shrugged, "But more importantly, I don't want the only four people left that year, only me and Assali."

   Hearing Kraken’s words, Daan was stunned for an instant.

  In the battle that once faced the gods, there were not only five of them. In that war for which no record can be found today, countless geniuses and heroes were actually born, but it is a pity that too many people have fallen in that cruel war. After the war was over, many people chose to part ways with Jibril because of their ideological disagreements.

  In the end, only four people stayed and continued to follow Jibril.

Daan Falls Manu, the first to feel Jibril's breath and call to become the first genius to master magic in the twilight era, the star art he created is the most important core and foundation of the star magic in the miracle continent today. In the glorious era of the Twilight of the Gods, he was called the sage of the stars by the people in the Jibril camp, because he mastered very advanced prophecy. Since the end of the Battle of the Twilight of the Gods, he has followed Jibril to become the academy and guardian of the Academy of Levitating Saints.

Kraken, the second person in the Battle of the Twilight of the Gods to be known as the slayer of the gods, once robbed all the power of the mad god's bloodline, and personally tore the godhead of the mad god, resulting in no mad **** in the world. Priesthood. Is one of Jibril’s most steadfast followers, claiming to be Jibril’s sword and shield, once blocked the joint attack of the five main gods for Jibril, and cooperated with Asali and Jibril to complete the countermeasures. Kill, as the watcher and guardian of the black and white holy land of the floating library.

  Babylon. Babel, a person who brought endless darkness to the surviving gods in the late stage of the Battle of the Gods Twilight. He was once a member of the gods, but at the beginning of the battle of the gods, he took refuge in Jibril and opened the central door of the **** of dawn. He was the indirect murderer that caused the fall of the goddess of magic. Among them is called the evil god. However, after taking refuge in Jibril, he abandoned his identity as a god, volunteered to become a mortal, and began to concentrate on the magic brought by Jibril. It is the existence of this world second only to Jibril in magical attainments, and it is also a floating book. The guardian of the Tower of Magic Tower of Babylon in the pavilion.

  Asali Nars, another of Jibril’s most steadfast followers, is known as the arbiter Asali. He once slashed the **** of judgment and seized his godhead, which is the fundamental reason for the appearance of the four gods of fairness, justice, honesty, and contract in the world today. The taciturn person does not have a great sense of existence in Jibril’s camp. , But once he chooses to shoot, it is often a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Because of this, Jibril made him the guardian of the floating chamber.

  These four people, together with Jibril, constitute the peak combat power of the entire floating library, and it is also the root cause of all external forces not daring to provoke.

   But now, Babylon Babel has obviously betrayed Jibril, and Daan Falls Manu is an accomplice. As Kraken, who had the best relationship with Daan, he naturally felt a little uncomfortable. If he could, he really didn't want to be hostile to Daan, because he knew clearly that once the two camps were hostile, even if his subordinates let Daan be merciful, Jibril would not let him go.

  No longer looking at his old friend, Kraken turned around, and then cautiously "squeezed" out of the room.

  When Kraken left the room, his body was already covered by a set of dark blue heavy armor, and he was carrying a huge sword over three meters in length in his right hand. The sword was engraved with countless golden runes.

  A violent divine power burst out from Kraken's body in an instant. This terrifying aura full of tyranny and majesty caused Daan to fall into contemplative memories involuntarily. He gently stroked the goblet in his hand, and after a slight sigh, he drank the wine in the cup: "Why... is it so different from the future I saw five hundred years ago?... My place Is the preparation for five hundred years wrong?” (To be continued~^~)

  PS:  Mom’s operation time is changed to Saturday. The doctor said that the swelling has not disappeared and it is not suitable for surgery. ...I'm in a bad mood.