Looking at the pyramid in front of him, Song Ziyu was in a daze.
Why is this cubic triangular building so popular among the mysterious planes and history?
Look at the hundreds of pyramids rising from the ground in front of you.
Song Ziyu was shocked
The project in front of us involves at least a million human slaves and hundreds of thousands of zombies.
Everything that enters the eye is filled with smoke.
"What are you making a fuss about?"
Song Ziyu pointed at hundreds of pyramids under intensive construction and said: "What are these things for? Are they used to store mummies?"
Vermeer shook his head and said: "These pyramids were built to pray for the ancestors."
"Let's talk about our ancestor." Song Ziyu said.
Vermeer stared at Song Ziyu with a strange look and said, "Do you really know nothing about the founder?"
"Ahem."
Song Ziyu coughed, then pretended to be calm and said, "You know, I am a mountain villager and I have never understood this."
Vermeer seemed to believe Song Ziyu's lies, so he said: "The Ancestor is a very special existence. No one knows at what point in the long history it was born, and no one knows where it comes from. But before it appeared, this world There was no Saint Clan in the world, and it was only after it appeared that the Saint Clan had history."
Having said this, Vermeer pretended to be mysterious and approached Soong Ziyu and whispered: "Let me tell you a secret."
"You don't have to get so close."
Song Ziyu said cryptically.
This female zombie can't smell how stinky her little mouth is from eating human flesh.
Vermeer said: "The secret is... let me ask you a question first, why do you think our holy race needs to raise these slaves?"
Song Ziyu thought for a while and said, "Didn't you build a breeding farm for yourself? When you want to have a tooth sacrifice, you can always have meat to eat."
"It's not so superficial. The saints have evolved to this point. They don't necessarily have to eat human flesh to obtain energy... sometimes eating people is just out of interest." Vermeer said.
"Okay, out of interest, is this the secret you want to tell me?" Song Ziyu called and asked.
"No, what I want to tell you is that the most fundamental reason why the Saints allow humans to exist in this world is that our Saints evolved from humans... Hey, why don't you feel that way? Surprised?" Vermeer asked.
"Is this a secret?"
Song Ziyu touched his beard with a calm expression.
"Aren't you surprised? Aren't we, the great saints, supposed to be the proud ones of heaven? Why do we come from among humans?"
Vermeer asked rhetorically.
Song Ziyu smiled and said nothing.
If you zombies really can do it, then just give birth to yourself.
From what Song Ziyu has learned, it cannot be ruled out that there are a few zombies that still retain the ability to reproduce, but these are a minority and cannot afford the continuation of the race.
Where do these zombies come from?
It is not transformed from humans.
Having reached this point in the conversation, it seems difficult to continue.
Song Ziyu asked: "So, where is your ancestor?"
"What do you mean?" Vermeer asked, glaring.
"Where is our ancestor?" Song Ziyu asked again.
Vermeer said: "The ancestor has already passed away."
"What?"
Song Ziyu didn't react.
Vermeer explained: "The ancestor died not long after he created our holy race, so only a few surviving first-generation adults have truly seen the true appearance of the ancestor."
Song Ziyu sneered when he heard this: "Our ancestors were so great, why did they suddenly fall?"
"I don't know...but the first generation guessed, but
When the founder of Neng created us, he was already in a state of perishing. "
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's expression wrinkled.
What could be the thing that could make the ancestor of zombies fall?
Vermeer continued: "It is precisely because of the shadow of this incident that there has always been a legend among the top leaders of our holy race."
"What legend?"
Song Ziyu asked curiously.
Vermeer stared at Song Ziyu with strange eyes and said word by word: "The legend about the Son of Destruction."
"WTF?"
Song Ziyu was stunned.
"The first generation said that the ancestors left a prophecy before their fall. At some point in the future, the saints will usher in an unprecedented catastrophe! And the person who will bring about this catastrophe will be a person who does not belong to this world. The guy...the first generations named him the Son of Destruction." Vermeer said in a heavy tone.
When Song Ziyu heard this, his whole head was buzzing.
Isn't this prophecy aimed at me?
Otherwise, why would the standards be so stuck?
But I have no intention of uprooting these zombies.
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu changed the topic: "Tell me how the Secret Alliance and our Sabbat Alliance separated? I'm very curious about this matter."
Vermeer said: "In fact, at the beginning, the alliance between the clans was not as clear-cut as it is now. It was just the bloody battles and massacres for thousands of years that led to countless hatred between the two sides. Therefore, the Sabbat Alliance and the Secret Alliance have different differences. A life-and-death hatred. But if you want to say the root of all this, the origin is probably a misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"It still has something to do with the ancestor himself."
Vermeer said: "According to the explanation of the first generation, Lord Ancestor had a daughter after he came to this world. She was Lady Lilith, the spiritual leader of the Secret Alliance!"
"Unlike the first generation who awakened, Lady Lilith is the first saint in the prophecy to give birth naturally, so she cannot have memories and inheritance as soon as she awakens like other first generations."
"Lilith-sama is very similar to humans. She needs to grow and understand, and she needs to spend her long childhood."
"But when her cognition was still incomplete, the founder died."
"So Lilith-sama would mistakenly believe that the death of the ancestor is related to other first-generation big shots."
"She stubbornly believed that this was a murder!"
"When Lady Lilith got older, a large-scale rebellion brewed within the Holy Clan, and quite a few clans chose to support Lady Lilith."
"So there was that cutting battle!"
"Lady Lilith left the Dark Temple with the tribe that supported her and some of the relics of her ancestors, and went to the far east to establish her own stronghold."
"Then there are the Secret Alliance and the Sabbat Alliance in this world."
"At first, our relationship was pretty good."
"But over the long years, the two sides have experienced countless battles. People from each clan have died at the hands of the other, and each clan also has the blood of the hostile allied clans on its hands... As time goes by, the hatred between the two camps cannot be let go."
