indianbanksassociation Chapter 0166: Blasphemy Slate! The Secret Of The Gods!
Chapter 0166: Blasphemy Slate! The Secret Of The Gods!
In memory, Wang Yifan saw!
Looking at the skinny child in front of him, he is living strong and suffering!
Wang Yifan was a little silent.
"Is this Caesar's childhood?"
In Caesar's memory!
Wang Yifan is like a dimensional observer independent of the world.
He can only appear beside Caesar, and once he is far away from Caesar, there will be a blank space around him.
Although I don't know if I can fast forward!
But Wang Yifan began to watch Caesar's transformation patiently.
Because of the suffering above life!
Caesar's family died one after another.
Watching my mother die in bed!
Caesar's eyes gradually became cold.
A fire burned down a corner of the slum, and Caesar's childish body carried the banner of life.
soon!
The war will bring disaster to the fish pond.
Caesar, turned into a slave.
Because of his agility and ruthlessness, Caesar was sent among slaves to a land of a manor owner.
For these slave owners, these slaves are like disposable labor.
Life has become a flower that drifts with the wind.
However, Wang Yifan's heart did not move at all.
"It seems that this Caesar's adventure is not the so-called grandfather."
"It is very possible that the adventure was obtained during the slave stage."
It seems that as time goes by, Wang Yifan is gradually able to control some functions of this memory.
With one thought, the whole world began to move faster.
"Is it coming soon?"
Even if it is beating rapidly, Wang Yifan can still see every detail clearly with his eyes burning.
Soon, the time came to this day.
As a rare rebel among slaves, Caesar always privately preached freedom to the slaves around him.
However, looking at the deepening indifference in Caesar's eyes, Wang Yifan also knew it.
"These slaves didn't realize that they were Caesar's tools for profit.
However, a mistake exposed Caesar completely.
The slave owner hung Caesar, who was dying of torture, under the sun in the wilderness, and said with a sneer:
"One day, if you don't get eaten by a passing beast, or die in the wild, then your humble life can continue to live on!"
Then, walk away.
As an ordinary person, Caesar, after experiencing severe beatings, naturally couldn't reach the change of day and night.
Soon, a high fever developed.
Fortunately, no beast passed by this night.
The next day, the slave owner dragged the dying Caesar back to the manor, and showed it to the slaves to watch as an example.
"This is the fate of resistance!"
Caesar, who was on the verge of life and death, was thrown into the river like this.
After that, Wang Yifan's eyes were dark.
Once again ushering in the light, it was in a thatched house.
A young woman appeared at Caesar's bedside.
"Are you awake? This is your thing."
The woman handed Caesar a stone slab and went out to continue boiling the herbs on the boiler.
Fortunately, the woman's grandfather was a fisherman, and his medical skills were somewhat guaranteed.
When I saw Caesar in the water, I thought for a moment or picked it up.
For nothing else, once there is a corpse wandering in the river, it is very likely to scare away the fish in the river.
In this way, Caesar recovered his life.
Looking at the slate in his hand, Caesar was also a little curious.
When touching the scarred finger again, the blood in it gradually melted into the stone slab.
This slate!
It gradually became mysterious.
With the pouring of blood, strokes gradually appeared on the smooth stone slab.
Caesar was a little shocked, but chose to hide the slate.
"Is this his adventure?"
I don't know if it was because of his fate, Caesar quickly returned to normal life from dying.
The fisherman's grandfather often went out to fish, while Caesar was responsible for killing fish at home.
After collecting the blood of the dead fish again, Caesar hid in a place known only to him under the guise of going out, and poured all the blood of the fish on the stone slab.
"Finally, I can know what this is!"
The words on the stone slab gradually became clearer, which means that after the blood stopped irrigating, the words would gradually fade.
(bgdg) "To usurp the power of the gods and seek the authority of the gods."
The first twelve words made Caesar gasp.
Even Wang Yifan, who was watching from the side, stared intently.
"Desecrate the gods and gods, seek to seize the authority of the gods..."
"What is this stone slab!"
It's just that the amount of fresh blood is not enough, the fish blood is only enough for the slate to reveal this sentence.
This also caused an undercurrent to surge in Caesar's eyes for the first time.
"It seems that after the suffering in the world, Caesar has become withdrawn and indifferent."
Even Wang Yifan can see the feelings of the fisherman's daughter for him since they get along day and night.
It's a pity that in Caesar's eyes, there is only a desire for strength.
After going back this time, Caesar seemed to gradually become cheerful, and liked to be active in market towns and cities.
However, the slave owner's family at the other end was bloodbathed one night.
The local priest and the security team arrived together, but found a shocking news.
"This...isn't quite like a weird crime, that's not how vampires do it."
"Obviously, someone used the weirdness to infiltrate and take the opportunity to destroy the family."
"But the priest, there is no trace of the blood of these dead..."
"Shut up, bastard!"
The face of the priest turned livid:
"Are you really going to tell those ignorant fools that there are vampires?"
"In this way, you and I will both go to the cross for malfeasance!"
Caesar, who succeeded in committing the crime, was amiable on the surface, but in his heart he kept wondering whether he had left any evidence.
When the local church released the news that the homeless man who had murdered the slave owner's family had been captured, Caesar was relieved.
"Sure enough, these wine and meat rice Xiang only know how to do things hastily.
After taking revenge, Caesar also gradually learned about the magic of the slate.
"It seems that the Blasphemy Slate has the best absorption effect on human blood..."
Tried using other blood, but as the number of words surfaced, the blood required became bigger and bigger.
Because the method on the slate is too shocking, and the method of recording is blasphemy to the gods, Caesar named it the blasphemy slate.
As Caesar's power gradually grew, more and more messages appeared on the Blasphemy Tablet.
Not only the method of practice, but also the location and address of the adventure are written one by one.
The price paid for this is that the blasphemy slate becomes more picky about blood.
After the blood of ordinary people could not be absorbed by the profane slate, Caesar's strength also endured to the point of unimaginable existence.
"It seems that apart from the blood of the gods, there is no other better sacrifice."
And the church over there!
There is also fear of the existence of a Caesar.
Finally, the war begins. .