Real elves vs fake elves

Looking at the I-beam that rushed up to him rashly and then lay on the ground motionless, Aenarion fell into silence.

He had a hard time judging the other party's intentions.

Especially since the other party kept muttering "I can't see you, I can't see you, I can't see you...", he was even more confused about the other party's intentions.

This was obviously impossible not to see, and the other party's unclear intention in rushing towards him was indeed unclear. This situation made Aenarion completely confused.

What on earth is this guy doing?

However, because the threat level of the opponent was too low, Aenarion finally chose to ignore it. This thing was so weak that it looked like a joke, and the Chaos Aura on it was very thin. It should be steel activated by the netherworld. Aenarion was too lazy to use violence against this kind of thing. This thing was no different from a normal I-beam except that it could run.

After Aenarion walked away, I-Beam, who had been standing there like an ostrich, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that he really could not sense that fierce and scary guy, I-Beam burst into tears in grievance.

As the I-beam howled without tears, everything around it came alive, concrete, steel bars, etc., all began to comfort it. The I-beam was indeed wronged. It was just that it was always slow to act, and it was caught by Aenarion. This was really bad luck, so it had to vent through howling.

At the same time, Aenarion was getting closer and closer to the answer he wanted to know.

Although the Hellmines have been completely disordered, because Aenarion is now thinking about finding out the history of the Slann, all kinds of Slann-related buildings, knowledge and even libraries are beginning to appear more and more frequently, all of which introduce the former glory of this race.

Full of vigor and vitality when coming into this world.

The pride and honor of bringing wisdom to the native race.

After meeting Guangyi, it was a golden age for both sides to cooperate sincerely and develop together.

And the pain and despair of war.

Because these relevant knowledge and historical records are all from the perspective of the Slan Demons, it is inevitable that

Beautify themselves to a certain extent.

Although the Lightborn were indeed worthless, that didn't mean Aenarion would believe the Slann's boasting.

If the Slan Demon was really a good thing, then the Brave Conan wouldn't be carrying a big sword and chopping off toad heads everywhere.

Just as Aenarion gained more and more knowledge and had a clearer understanding of the Slann demons, a huge control room finally appeared in front of the big elf.

There were two corpses outside the control room, one big and one small. The big one could vaguely see the outline of a toad, while the small one was obviously the corpse of a humanoid creature.

Apparently, this was once a battlefield where the Light Elves and the Slan Demons fought fiercely. In the end, both of them perished here and turned into nameless dust.

He made a blessing gesture to the two guys, which did not contain any stance or thoughts, but was just a tribute to the dead. However, with this simple move by the Phoenix King, the two corpses suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared in this world.

The door of the control room behind the two corpses also slowly opened with a dull sound. It seemed that there was no external force, but in fact it was the result of the Slan Demon's superb magic technology.

Stepping into the control room and looking at the dazzling array of screens and buttons around him, Aenarion felt for a moment as if he were in a science fiction novel.

Even from the perspective of the Earth, the technological content here is ridiculously high. Compared with the knowledge level of humans outside, it is far higher.

As Aenarion walked, the history and knowledge of the Slann demons were calculated rapidly in front of him, as if they were crazy and wanted to pour all this massive amount of knowledge into Aenarion's mind in a short period of time.

If someone else were in this position, their brain would immediately activate its self-protection mechanism and they would faint. If they fainted at this moment, it would be a good thing. If the brain continued to try to process such a huge amount of knowledge, it would not take long for this unlucky guy's brain to be overloaded and burnt.

The big elf managed to endure the infusion of this terrifying torrent of knowledge. Not only did he endure it, his expression didn't even change at all.

After feeling that no more knowledge was entering his brain, Aenarion even felt a little unsatisfied. After all, when he was a child, he often fantasized about how great it would be if there was a machine that could instill knowledge into his brain, so that he would no longer have to study so painfully.

Then he saw a novel called "The Support of Humankind" and was frightened by a certain plot in it.

Shaking his head to put these trivial things behind him, Aenarion looked around again.

The control room is still the same control room, but the environment around it has undergone tremendous changes.

Decayed and dilapidated, it no longer had the previous sci-fi feel, but was replaced by a full-on wasteland style. The control room was filled with all kinds of corpses, but all of these corpses had one thing in common, that is, they were all holding their heads and wailing.

Obviously, they all died on the way to instill knowledge.

No one knows how many unlucky people have been drowned in this place before.

But Aenarion knew that although the Slann might be full of malice towards other creatures and other things in this world, they did not have the slightest malice here.

This was just an instinctive reaction of the Slan Demon who didn't want to be forgotten by history.

They were unwilling to be drowned in the long river of history, and did not want to die without a burial place or even have no one to know about it. Therefore, they made this knowledge infusion device, hoping that the one in ten thousand possibility would pass on all the proud history and knowledge of their race.

The idea is a good one, and there is indeed no malicious intent. However, the knowledge infusion device was obviously launched without any inspection.

How can a mortal's brain withstand such indoctrination from you... A lot of people really died...

While wondering which of the protagonists in the later parts would be lucky enough to have this adventure, Aenarion left the abandoned control room and walked deeper into the Hell Mine.

As Aenarion walked further away, the control room finally collapsed like a pile of sand, turning into dust that no one could see or recognize, but only something that looked like a computer was left behind.

After flashing twice, this thing completely dimmed.

Chapter 117 I understand, come on!

With the Netherworld as the foundation of the entire universe, many "errors" were born due to the disorderly fights among various powerful Netherworld creatures.

These "errors" are like a fleeting glimpse to the immortal creatures of the netherworld, and most of them return to silence after emitting a brief glow. However, this brief glow often bursts out with infinite splendor, and such dazzling brightness often attracts a large number of netherworld creatures that are like gods, and these netherworld creatures will also compete for this dazzling pearl.

Slanmo once lived in this "error".

But unfortunately, after they developed a brilliant magical civilization that astonished all the creatures in the Netherworld, this "mistake" was "corrected", and the world on which the Slan demons depended for survival was destroyed.

They are not creatures of the underworld, but they have used all their resources to create a spaceship that can travel in the underworld.

After experiencing all kinds of hardships that ordinary people could hardly imagine, they finally succeeded in reaching another "error".

Although the environment in this "error" was not suitable for them to survive, it was still countless times better than the Netherworld. After the Slan Demons came into contact with and studied the indigenous people here, they immediately launched a plan to clean up the indigenous people and transform the environment.

Then they met the Lightborn.

This guy was like a match made in heaven and earth, with both sides fighting for more than three thousand years. After two-thirds of the world collapsed into the underworld, it finally ended with the victory of the Light Clan.

The Light People occupied the surface and the most suitable environment for survival.

The Slan demons could only live shamefully underground. In order to continue to survive, they had to start researching and trying to transform their own race into underworld creatures.

Mistakes will always be corrected, and only the underworld is the eternal foundation.

But what these two great races did not realize was that in the gap between the horrific battles between the two sides, in an environment that was like a dark forest, a race called "human beings" quietly rose up.

"This is... the so-called abyss."

Looking at the extremely chaotic place before him, Aenarion let out a long breath.

The so-called abyss is not "the underworld" at all. It is simply a big sieve, the place where this world and the underworld are connected. The whole world is always falling towards the abyss... or the deeper layer of the abyss - the underworld. Even if the God of Greed has not appeared, it is only a matter of time before the whole world falls into the underworld.

The results are the same for mortals, but very different for the God of Greed. No wonder this guy is so diligent in bestowing blessings. If he doesn't act quickly, that lucky guy will get a huge benefit for free.

It seems that this world is really hopeless.

Aenarion was now standing on a huge obelisk. Looking around, he could see countless obelisks. These obelisks were of different sizes, but all of them stood on a hazy green light. It was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye under the green light, but Aenarion could feel that beyond the green light was an infinite underworld.

Aenarion: "...I thought the so-called omniscience device was some kind of supercomputer. I could try to shut it down using the Slann's knowledge."

"But after all, knowledge gained is not as good as seeing with one's own eyes. After seeing everything here, I realized... this so-called omniscient magic mechanism is completely different from what I imagined."

The so-called omniscient magic agency is not located in one of the endless obelisks here, nor is any obelisk the omniscient magic agency.

In fact, all the obelisks here... all the obelisks above the green light are the so-called omniscient magic mechanisms.

Its grandeur and magnificence far exceeded Aenarion's imagination, and it was...

"It is far superior to the almighty magic mechanism."

As soon as I said this, I got a response immediately.

"Oh, my dear, you are very good at talking. Of course, I am many times better than that foul-mouthed bitch. Although I have never met her formally, I am sure that I am many times better than her."

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho..."

Aenarion: "..."

He clearly remembered that Dacongming once said that when Daming was first created, he was as foul-mouthed as she was.

So this virtuous and kind young lady's appearance at this moment must be an act!

But there is no need to expose it.

Aenarion: "What happened here... or rather, what happened to the Slann?"

Da Ming Bai: "The Slan Demons are too arrogant. They think they can transform themselves into creatures of the Netherworld through the knowledge they gained from the Netherworld. They created me in an attempt to improve their own technology and magic. I gave them suggestions and answers, but this group of people are unwilling to believe the answers I gave." Night Raid; Group 6, 9493' 6135

"They knew I was right and the smartest, but they refused to believe it."

"In the end, the plan went awry. Except for a few Slann demons that were not in the Abyss, all the others became part of the Netherworld as they wished... while their wisdom was being sharpened."

"The collapse of the experiment also led to the collapse of space. This was once an entire temple city, but it was eventually swallowed up by the netherworld."

"As for me, I can do nothing except using magical energy to continuously lift my body upwards."

"That's it. This is the truth here. Is there anything else you want to ask, little dear?"

Aenarion: "...I believe it."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was an immediate response.

That wise lady laughed wildly, in a very ungentlemanly way. The image of a virtuous young lady disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a shrew who was almost as smart as her.

"Hahahaha! You bastard, I don't believe a single word of this!"

As she laughed wildly, huge Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared on the densely packed obelisks. Their eyes glowed green, and their scales reflected a fluorescence that was definitely not that of a living creature. These monsters resembled Tyrannosaurus Rex, but they were much stronger than Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex has more sturdy and powerful forelimbs, and the bone armor on its body looks like carefully crafted equipment, full of unique violent beauty.

"Feel it, kid. This is the underworld body that those damned toads carefully prepared for you!"

"They failed completely before they could even start. I'm sure they were very unwilling to accept this. And you, boy, take a good look at the infinite power of these monsters."

"Give me some fun, you damned little bastard."

Chapter 118 The Corpse of the Dragon God

From a race known for its wisdom, they have degenerated into mindless beasts. If these Tyrannosaurus Rex still had a little bit of intelligence, they would surely be very unwilling to accept this.

This was indeed the case. Although these Tyrannosaurus Rex did not exude any trace of wisdom, their resentment seemed to have condensed into substance, and even Aenarion felt a slight sense of suffocation.

They want to rest in peace.

They don't want to live in such humiliation.

They don't want to fall into this state of neither life nor death.

Even if it is to atone for sins, it should be atonement at the cost of the destruction of an entire race and thousands of years of living in an ignorant and ignorant hell.

Aenarion remained silent. The Deviljhos roared and snarled at him, just like real beasts. Such a tragic emotion could not be emitted by these brainless beasts. But Aenarion had such a feeling...

This is the resentment and sadness that echoes throughout the entire race and the entire abyss.

Although they could not utter a single word, Aenarion could feel that they were begging Aenarion for eternal release.

With terrifying roars, the Devil Dragons launched a terrifying charge towards Aenarion. Countless Devil Dragons' huge feet stepped on the obelisk, and the dull sound was like thunder, as if the whole space was shaking. They launched a fatal attack on Aenarion with an unstoppable terrifying charge.

No matter how powerful or domineering a person is, when faced with this destructive force that seems like a natural disaster, it is impossible for him to have no fluctuations in his heart, and it is impossible for him not to even have the thought of avoiding it.

But Aenarion is even more powerful than the average warrior! Even more domineering!

He is such a strong man among the strong ones!

He drew out the "Yangyan Sword" and went straight for the first few Tyrannosaurus Rex. The terrifying flames burned on the sword. The pure light and heat brought destructive power. A sharp flaming blade slashed towards the Tyrannosaurus Rex. After easily devouring these unlucky guys, the remaining momentum continued and formed a straight path of flames, turning everything along the way into dust.

Ding

It was not the system's voice that sounded, but the tip of the Yangyan Sword gently touched the obelisk under Aenarion's feet.

With just this slight and simple touch, starting from the point where the tip of the sword touched, the obelisk outside instantly turned into ashes, like butter cut by a hot knife. A neat and shiny surface was formed instantly, and the size of the obelisk was instantly reduced by more than half.

“What the hell! What did you do, you idiot!?”

"The data... all the data is gone! It's lost and cannot be recovered!"

“My data aa ...

Da Mingbai let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Da Congming is famous for his amazing computing power, because this terrifying computing power even has some incomplete predictive ability, and this predictive ability is not obtained through the underworld, but is predicted by the terrifying computing power.

Da Mingbai is famous for possessing immeasurable knowledge. His understanding of the Netherworld is beyond the reach of even ordinary Netherworld creatures, and his knowledge reserve is equivalent to that of a god.

Just like their official titles, one is omniscient and the other is omnipotent.

Naturally, the Great Being, who was proud of his knowledge, could not tolerate the lack of knowledge at all. The reason for his anger was not because of Aenarion's attack, but because of the irreversible disappearance of knowledge.

How can such blasphemous behavior be forgiven? How can it be forgiven!

"Quack! I'm going to defeat you! I'm going to defeat you!"