As Isaac flipped through the book, it was as if he could see the legends flowing through his fingertips.
The vast war between gods and demons, the tragic song of history.
In the text, he seemed to have witnessed everything from a first-person perspective. Or rather, the historian, Professor Nasica, had witnessed everything with her own eyes.
It was not as if she was an archaeologist. There was a kind of joy and sorrow that she had experienced personally.
The Sunflower Dynasty, the birth of Gatha, the flood that flooded the world, the birth of the Maya civilization after the flood, the extinction of the martial arts era, the prosperity of the Witch Dynasty, and the shocking overthrow of the Demon Lord Grace. In the end, where did the train that carried the civilization go?
When he saw the Decline of Martial Arts, his heart was silent.
The Empress Liana dominated the world. Her combat power was still unparalleled in the world, but there was no one to follow her in martial arts. He vaguely felt the great sorrow.
So what if she was invincible?
A person could support the dignity of martial arts, but not the destined trend of the era.
In this world, there were things that invincibility couldn't solve …
The torrent of history swept over, like a dark deep sea constantly drowning Ariana The Great, made him feel the same.
Aren't we the same?
The sorrow and joy of humans are interlinked, at least in front of us.
In the current era, martial arts had also declined. These Martial Arts Knights, warriors who followed the spirit of the Knight, were easily defeated by firearms, and felt the same great sorrow.
"As long as she doesn't die, she alone is an era."
This was the evaluation given by the first ancestor of the witches, Yudura, the new overlord of the Maya civilization, the last flower of the martial arts era.
This sentence touched him the most. He, a tall and strong Knight, had tears dripping on the paper when he read this paragraph. If others saw this, it would be completely embarrassing.
But he had no resistance against it.
That majestic and awe-inspiring spirit suppressed the world, swept through the forbidden areas, and was once the Great Martial Emperor who protected the world alone.
That was the Hero King with strong individualism!
Such an existence had broken his snow-white wings, stabbed his spear into the bloody battlefield, and told the angels in the sky to abdicate. How sorrowful was that?
Was he no longer a hero when the curtain fell?
Bastard!!
She's the Hero King who once protected you.
Was there really no more martial arts?
"Our era is on the decline, but there is no Great Empress Leona to write the final glory of our era."
He smiled bitterly and couldn't help but stroke the pages again, as if he could feel the history behind them through the English letters. "Looking at the past and the present from a historical perspective, the world is a cycle … We used to be known as the Empire where the sun never sets, but martial arts also declined. One was replaced by the Industrial Revolution of World War II, and the other by the Witch Revolution."
Even the more powerful Yin Ruins next door, once known as the Celestial Empire, had declined, let alone them.
He kept flipping through the book. This was his favorite book among the first editions of Professor Nasica's books.
And the myths were all false, but …
Was this myth really fake?
He could not help but have a strong feeling in his heart.
It was not a false story.
It was a real experience that really happened in history.
That story with flesh and blood, the weeping of heroes, and the wailing of the era were not made up.
"But if I really believe in the archaeological myth, wouldn't I believe that hundreds of thousands of years ago in this world … really existed God?"
In the narrow room, the red wood on the floor was old and tattered. On the wall hung an oil painting of the Knight King Arthur who was riding a horse into battle. At the same time as the bell rang from the window, a gust of wind kept pouring in, making a faint whining sound.
"Compared to the growth rings of history flowing through our fingertips, we are just the dust of history."
At this moment, he felt like he had finished reading a serialized story in a book. There was an itch in his heart.
"I really hope that Professor Nasica can quickly go around the New World and search for the myths and historical documents, so that I can see the hope of the Witch Yudura hundreds of thousands of years ago. Where will the last Ariana The Great lead the civilization in the face of the fog? Can martial arts rise again?"
He had a helpless look on his face.
This was the kind of situation where one was caught up in the middle of a series, only to see an exciting counterattack. The Hero King, who had once retired, had returned and was about to take over the throne once again … Suddenly, he was stuck.
"Sigh, it's so uncomfortable."
He came to the window and looked down. "The passion of youth lies in continuous struggle. Even if the era is gone, I will still do my best. That is the promise I made with Hathaway. I haven't done the ten thousand push-ups today."
"However, I heard recently that the Kingdom of Otago is making a big move. The emperor of the neighboring Yin Ruins of China came to the New World and was assassinated by the people of the Kingdom of Otago. Although it was said that it was a close shave …"
He did not care about war before because it was the glory of a Knight. But now he was very afraid of war because he did not want to die by guns.
In his opinion, that was not the way a Knight should die. It was the greatest insult to a strong person.
"My teacher once said that the fate of a true Hero Knight is to be a martyr. They should be killed in front of a powerful opponent. Their companions will surround their corpses and cry as they welcome them back to their homeland."
He thought about many things and held the book in his hands like a treasure. His depressed mood was a little cheerful. "Tomorrow, I will recommend this historical and mythological book to others. Even if they don't like reading books, they will definitely fall in love with this book and become loyal fans of Professor Nasica."
As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a strange movement behind him.
He turned around.
He saw the book on the table moving on its own without any wind.
It flipped through the pages one by one.
Above the book, a small angel with white wings looked down at the book and said faintly, "I didn't expect a mythological breed after more than a hundred thousand years, the golden Beaumont of this era, to still remember the glory of our Maya civilization."
This body …
This wing …
"You! You! You! " A myriad of emotions gradually emerged on Isaac's stunned face. Happiness, excitement, shock, and finally, tears unconsciously fell from his eyes again.
"I … when did I become a crybaby again?" This tall and strong civilian Knight wiped away his unstoppable tears. "When I was eight years old, I promised Hathaway that I would never, ever cry again."
The angel Knight, flipping through the book, turned around in surprise. He was stunned for a few seconds before laughing softly. "Child, you must believe in the light."
Believe in the light.
This middle-aged civilian Knight cried even harder. It was as if all the emotions he had just seen in history were reopened, and his tears kept flowing.
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