Duke Morton was an experienced Transcendent who had already condensed three Source Energy Cores. He was one of the strongest among the Transcendents in the Royal Capital.
He was only a step away from Transcendent Rank-2, even though this step might be the distance of an entire universe.
Duke Morton's strength was undeniable.
He was also from the powerful Duke's Mansion. His Spirit, Physique, and Source Energy were among the best among his peers.
At Transcendent Rank-2, the Mental Demons would not be able to tamper with one's memory. Although Transcendent Rank-1 could not be compared to Rank-2, they were not weak in this regard.
Therefore, the Mental Demons did not tamper with one's memory by force. Just like the blood feud between the human race and the dark creatures, they could not erase it. They could only tamper with some memories of the battle in the Royal Capital.
The alien race was very skilled. They had used this method many times before they came to the Aino Continent. Under normal circumstances, there would not be any accidents.
However, at this moment.
The sky split open and the Transcendent dark creature appeared. Duke Morton could not help but recall the content that he had subconsciously ignored.
The logical contradictions in his memory flashed through his mind.
Strange memories gradually emerged in the depths of his mind.
"No, no, I am not the real Duke Morton. The real Duke is my father. He … he died in the battle 30 years ago!"
Duke Morton murmured, his head swollen.
A noble beside him looked confused. "Didn't you inherit the title for hundreds of years? Thirty years ago, there was no big — "
Wait.
This noble was slightly weaker. When he saw the crack in space and the dark creature, he only panicked but did not think of anything else.
The real memory was still sealed in the depths of his mind until the keyword appeared …
The battle 30 years ago.
"Hiss —"
"Why do I vaguely feel that there was an earth-shattering battle 30 years ago?"
"I also … seem to … remember? It seems like the capital was destroyed?"
"The mastermind behind the Black Tide. Yes, it's those werewolves, bearmen, and tigermen!"
"Wait, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand? "
A few of the veteran Transcendents suddenly recalled their fragmented memories, but most of the Transcendents had a confused look on their faces. Even when they heard about the war thirty years ago, the capital, and the fall of the Transcendents … they were still dumbfounded.
Did the Duke and the other Transcendents fall under some kind of illusion?
No, that's not right.
If the Duke and the other lords were under an illusion, it doesn't make sense that we would be fine. Therefore, there is only one truth. The people who have fallen for the illusion are us!
Very likely,
The shattering sky, the falling dark creatures, and the apocalyptic natural disasters were all part of the illusions.
Yes, that must be it!
A Transcendent raised his hand and slapped the person beside him, causing him to glare at him angrily.
Left with no choice, he smiled awkwardly and slapped himself twice on the face. It was quite painful.
If he really went all out, it was very likely that he would lose his life before he could break the illusion.
Duke Morton had already recovered from his contemplation, and his expression was complicated.
He looked at the group of Transcendents, who were either acting strange, autistic, or as if he had seen through them, and spoke slowly.
"That year …"
His voice, which was infused with mental energy, spread out like a bell, resounding in the ears of every Transcendent in the surroundings.
Duke Morton slowly recounted the memories of the battle back then.
The kingdom retreated in defeat and defended the capital to the death.
The Blacktide was coming. The final battle.
Countless experts had fallen, and the capital city had been reduced to ruins.
More and more Transcendents looked up at the sky.
"The other side is the capital city where we used to live. Then, what is the land under our feet?"
"I always felt that something was wrong. So, it turns out that our memories have been tampered with."
"Wait, the Eternal Wall was built by the royal family. Then … is the memory of the king also tampered with, or …"
"On the other side of the fissure, that towering ancient tree should be the Yggdrasil, right? I remember in the final battle, the Yggdrasil revealed its original appearance. "
These nobles originally did not know about the existence of the Yggdrasil. They only knew that the royal family had a treasure.
However, in the earth-shattering battle back then, the Yggdrasil could not hide and finally revealed itself.
The Transcendents recalled the events of the past, and they also knew the mastermind behind the Blacktide and the purpose of the enemy.
They looked at the Yggdrasil on the other side of the fissure.
It was in the midst of recovery, and new branches and leaves were growing rapidly.
But it could not hide its withered appearance.
Duke Morton looked at the black-robed figures around the Yggdrasil, who were trying their best to resist the Blacktide.
"Maybe, we have wronged them!"
"They didn't do it for money. They just wanted to save the Yggdrasil, for our kingdom."
"They risked their lives to fight against the enemy, and we became accomplices in a daze."
They were ashamed!
They thought the Black Robe Organization was a group of country bumpkins from other kingdoms. Now that they thought about it, they were a hidden resistance organization!
The kingdom had been controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes, and the royal family had fallen. Only they didn't give up the last glimmer of hope.
Those people might be some of the secret powerhouses who survived the battle back then.
That was the only way to explain their powerful strength.
Duke Morton felt that he had discovered the truth. Now that he tore open the seal of his memory, he felt his blood boiling. With a roar, he rushed into the group of dark creatures and blasted a blank space!
…
Through the contract, Tang Yu instructed the Protoss and Moon sisters in the capital to organize the defense and no longer pay attention to the other side.
The main battlefield was the old King's City.
The core battlefield was Nancy's place.
At this moment.
It had changed from "Nancy fighting the three races" to "Nancy beating up the Church of God's Transcendents."
In just a few minutes, the three bishops of the Church had suffered heavy losses.
The second bishop's face was full of fear.
He no longer had the confidence to take down the strongest weapon.
He was also stupid.
He knew it was the strongest weapon designated by the Pope. It had far more combat power and potential than ordinary people. Did he think three against one could take down the opponent?
It would be good if he didn't get killed!
In the distance.
The Wolf, Bear, and Tiger Patriarchs felt a lot more relaxed when they saw the situation.
That's right.
After the transformation, their combat power had more than doubled. They couldn't be mediocre among the same rank.
Before, they were beaten by Nancy to the point of doubting life. But now it seemed … the Mastiff's time was even shorter than ours. Their confidence suddenly came back.
Nancy struck again and again with her sword.
The fourth bishop's loss was too severe, and his combat power had begun to decline.
In the distance.
Tang Yu's face was solemn. Countless data streams flashed through his eyes as his gaze swept around.
The Church of God's current highest status was only the second bishop.
A faint sense of crisis had been lingering in his heart.
Finally.
As the fourth bishop was getting more and more seriously injured, a huge hole appeared in the distant sky.
In the center of the hole, two figures stood.
The first figure was holding a scepter, wearing a crown on his head, but his face couldn't be seen clearly.
"You guys did a good job. Step down."
The Pope said.
His gaze was locked on Nancy.
He took a step forward and instantly crossed dozens of kilometers and appeared not far away.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a vast power surged from all directions and shrouded Nancy.
The air became viscous, and this space seemed to be under his control. He wanted to completely imprison Nancy.
The next moment.
The Pope folded his hands, quickly formed a seal, and chanted a spell.
A terrifying aura rose from his body.
Tang Yu glanced and was a little speechless.
This posture was too familiar.
Wasn't it the prelude to the casting of the "Curse Seal"!
Do you have to be so serious?!
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