Global Monster Online

Xu Yang's translation, only Zhao Nan and Linglong have been reading with undiminished interest. Zhao Nan looked at Xu Yang's collection of information on the battle of a hundred races, but Linglong looked at basically everything.

She repeated what she had said with Xu Yang in front of Zhao Nan.

Then he said helplessly: "Although it is ridiculous, I have to say that I actually care about this matter."

Zhao Nan clicked his fingers on one hand, and suddenly said, "You think the history of Paradise World is a section, not a whole section, right?"

"Exactly." Linglong said with a puzzled expression: "There should be many blank spaces, not just a blank space all of a sudden."

Zhao Nan frowned. Although the amount of reading is not as exquisite, he is not incomprehensible, and subconsciously said: "Unless..."

"Unless?" Linglong was stunned, somewhat pleasantly surprised: "What did you think of?"

Zhao Nan shook his head, a little uncertain and said: "After one piece of history ends, another piece of history starts again. Everything starts from the starting point and makes different evolutions."

Linglong shook her whole body, her eyes flickering, "That's how it feels!"

She gave a wry smile and shook her head: "I have been unable to think of a reasonable explanation."

Zhao Nan shrugged and said casually: "Or just a fan of the authorities."

Linglong shook her head and said arrogantly: "I know if it's the authority."

Zhao Nan stood up with his hands on his legs, and said calmly: "If there is nothing else, let's stop here."

Linglong suddenly frowned and said, "Wait, it's rare that you don't have any other feelings about this matter? Don't you want to continue to study it?"

"If you don't know, then just ask someone to ask about it? What's worth studying about this kind of thing?" Zhao Nan naturally said: "This is the Astral World, since those books are written by people. The people who wrote them. Naturally. It’s rare for you to think that countless celestial spirits have never discovered this kind of thing? Or do you ask yourself that your wisdom can be worth over tens of millions of individuals? Relying on two people to discuss, you can put this kind of headlessness. Why did the tail thing come up?"

Linglong was startled, and subconsciously defended: "I didn't mean that."

Zhao Nan chuckled lightly. "That's the best."

Linglong sighed, "I just feel that even if this kind of thing is asked, it may not be possible to ask."

Zhao Nan also sighed and said: "So I said, you are overconfident in yourself. I have already said that since those books were written by Protoss, they are just for spreading. If there are any secrets, It has been thoroughly studied by the Protoss a long time ago. There is no need to wait for you to make these speculations."

Linglong said in a sullen manner: "This is a normal strategy procedure."

Zhao Nan sneered and said: "If you really treat all of this as a game, then it's up to you."

This person is probably an arrogant and extremely conceited person. Normally calm is extremely calm, but once people questioned, it is estimated that it will not calm down, both advantages and disadvantages.

"What do you mean by this?" Linglong took a deep breath, and calmed down on the spot, her mind-cultivation skills were very good.

Zhao Nan avoided answering, just as the shopkeeper who was going to sober up the drink came back and beckoned. Ask directly: "The owner, why does the history of Paradise World keep repeating?"

Linglong frowned suddenly over there. When he was about to speak, the shopkeeper screamed, and he didn't hesitate to say: "I heard that there are many civilizations that have developed to the extent that the world can't bear them, so they are destroyed. Then the remaining creatures continue to create the next civilization."

Linglong was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and the degree to which the other party could say such words so easily was like eating a dead cat.

Zhao Nan nodded. Whispered softly: "Put things down, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome."

After the shopkeeper left, Zhao Nan said with a smile, "The answer to your troubles has come out."

Linglong shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Why do I feel like I am hitting the cotton with my fist and I can't feel happy at all?"

"The more a person plays with conspiracies and tricks, the more he will stumble in unexpected events." Zhao Nan shrugged and said as he left: "It comes from the famous saying."

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Nevertheless, after leaving the lobby, Zhao Nan found the owner again. It's not that I don't care about that kind of thing, it's just that I no longer show it in front of Linglong. The guy gave a slight blow, but he felt refreshed.

"guest?"

Zhao Nan smiled, pulled the shopkeeper aside, and asked in a low voice: "I am a Protoss who has just left the teaching institute, so I don't know much about history."

The shopkeeper smiled kindly: "Actually, this kind of thing is not a secret. After living in the astral world for a long time, you will gradually understand it. However, if the teaching institute, you should also teach this knowledge. Bar?"

Zhao Nan shrugged and smiled, "Probably the reason why I don't work hard."

The truth is that Illia left a long time ago, and the remaining red dragon in the teaching academy holds the dome of Euriss all day long. The people in her own group are basically letting go. How do they know these things? ? If Linglong hadn't found out, he might not have known about it.

The owner smiled and expressed his understanding: "I didn’t work hard before, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to improve my strength all the time. However, even though my strength is not so good, I opened this hotel and I met a lot of people. Quite a lot."

Zhao Nan nodded, sat down, and suddenly asked: "About the issue of the astral calendar. The heaven and earth can be converted, this calendar is only ten thousand years. But for the original history of the stars, it should be More than that?"

The shopkeeper suddenly laughed, "That's not a good thing for the kings on the seventh floor. For the king, he sleeps most of the time, but the defensive hall always needs someone to manage, so he will take turns in power. Which is his turn? One, start from it to calculate the calendar."

"Why is civilization annihilated?"

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "Actually, I don't know much. After all, my memory hasn't come back. But I heard that it was because the creatures on the earth were overwhelmingly capable of developing to the limit, so they challenged God without authorization. As a result, God One In anger, he cleaned the world."

The owner sighed and said: "Human, always repeating mistakes."

"My companion should wake up, and I have to trouble you to prepare more food." Zhao Nan ended this question and answer with this.

Watching the shopkeeper leave, he still sat in place. Obviously, the gods he was talking about. It was the **** that all the creatures challenged together in the battle of hundreds of races. It is also the only **** in the paradise world in Locke’s mouth.

This is no longer the plot of the game, but the real history of another world. It's just being processed and adapted by the global system.

"It's never to create the strongest individual, and then challenge the gods..."

Zhao Nan smiled, and subconsciously uttered a conjecture that made his heart tremble--Opheel met in the XL world, and he knew a certain plan of the system from his mouth.

Zhao Nan's heart suddenly chilled. In this way, if he calculates backwards, Limbo is actually a creature in another world?

Zhao Nan shook his head. He took a deep breath and said to himself: "How come... this kind of speculation is crazy."

He suddenly jumped up, frowned, walked directly to Sophia's room, and slapped the door vigorously.

The red dragon who was as sleepy as the lazy cat, of course, opened the door with a dissatisfaction expression. He opened his eyes and saw that this was not his father or someone, and he immediately pleased with a smile.

"Sophia, I have forgotten to ask you. Which historical dragon are you?" Zhao Nan said straightforwardly.

"The seventh era." Sophia thought for a while and said: "It should be this."

She stretched her waist and reverently said: "If the concubine is not wrong. Your father should be a creature of the Eighth Age."

Zhao Nan rubbed his eyebrows and subconsciously said: "Era?"

"Abbreviation after the destruction of all civilizations in a world." Sophia said unsurprisingly: "The creatures on the ground are probably not clear. But the Protoss learned through communication. Slowly."

She led Zhao Nan into the room, poured tea awkwardly, waited aside, and smiled: "Speaking of which, the concubine also wants to ask. Has the eighth era begun to kill God?"

"Perhaps once." Zhao Nan smiled bitterly: "I heard it was a battle of a hundred races, but it has been passed down."

Sophia thought: "That is, it hasn't really reached the point of killing God, otherwise it will definitely be cleaned."

Zhao Nan suddenly raised her head to look at Sophia, frowning and said: "Why can you treat this kind of thing as if you don't care at all?"

Sophia smiled and said: "The souls kill the gods. It is nothing more than to seize the power of the gods, so as to achieve the point of immortality. In every era, there are always a few people who are inspiring the world for this goal. But for us astral spirits. It is said that he exists here and has eternal life, and there are almost no restrictions except that he can't get out of the astral world."

"After losing the most primitive desire, is there no goal..." Zhao Nan lowered his head and said to himself.

"My father may think this is like being raised in captivity." Sophia said, "But for the Protoss, even if they are raised in captivity, the astral world is almost infinite, and no one knows where the end is. It doesn’t really matter if you can’t get out."

Sophia lowered her head and said: "After seeing the power of the gods, who is willing to challenge that irresistible majesty again?"

Zhao Nan subconsciously said: "Maybe there may not be."

Sophia shook her head, her eyes clear and clear: "Even if it is there, even if it succeeds, it's just a change from the old **** to the new god. History will still be repeated."

Zhao Nan smiled bitterly: "You can see it really open."

Sophia whispered: "The concubine belongs to the sloppy school, and doesn't like to participate in too much of this kind of thing. In fact, history is the same everywhere. There are also some demon kings, even in the astral world, who have always hoped to kill the gods again. of."

"The devil..."