At this moment.

Southern Continent, the Kingdom of Lethrain.

Third floor, underground floor of Odison Cathedral, Senna.

In a secret archive room at the "Gen Mother Church" at the Nightwatcher Headquarters.

Kakamiao's long brown hair was floating, wearing a tight black hunting suit, a long cloak, and stood in front of an oil painting in a cool shape, silently enjoying it.

The oil painting depicts the legendary story of "The Mother Goddess of the Natural Disaster" who came to the mortal world to save the believers and people of the Kingdom of Lethra during the Cataclysm of the Third Era.

The entire picture has exquisite and excellent brushwork, and every detail is clear and clear, fully presenting the magnificent, fraternal and fearless image of the "Master Goddess of Heaven".

It is said that this oil painting was written by the contemporary pope of the Mother God of the Heavenly Scourge, and it is filled with great devotion and hard work, which is second only to the holy traces and sacred objects of the church.

In the quiet archive room, a knock suddenly sounded.

Two men in night watchmen costumes carried them into a small bronze carved box and carefully placed them on a white oak-in silver tabletop.

"Captain Kakamiao, this is the information you need!"

One of the believers said seriously, "I must remind you that looking up the documents on the Bishop's sequence authority will deduct all your current merits. You still have time to consider, should you continue?"

Kakamiao nodded without hesitation:

"Okay, I know the price, let it go."

Two believers bowed and left the secret archives room.

Garkamiao walked to the table with a calm expression and reached out to open the small bronze carved box. There were only a few inside. Each letter was hidden in a light-colored leather case, with a secret document stamped with church badges and blessing runes.

Kakamiao pulled out one of the covers, unsealed the seal, and slowly took out a roll of folded and pressed old parchment paper from inside.

She sat on the high-back chair at the table and began to carefully read the contents on the old parchment paper.

Time passed slowly, and in a quiet and silent atmosphere, Kakamiao was looking up the documents he wanted while repeatedly remembering the knowledge points in his mind.

"...... Before the Third Era, there was no title of "Old Creator". Since the land of Leterrane survived the catastrophe era, the sanguine chapter of "Old Creator" still appeared in the relevant classics..."

"......Some outstanding and extraordinary figures believe that the reason why the 'Old Creator' shows miracles and leaves a projection in the world is a declaration, a declaration of the gods. It represents the old gods' going to go and the new gods are crowned..."

"...... The First Age 'Original God' once claimed to have received attention from the Creator's projection... The Second Age 'Original Creator' also said to have received attention from the Creator's projection... Before the Cataclysm of the Third Age, many gods claimed to have received attention from the Creator..."

"...The battle between the gods, the end of the gods, and the origin of the new gods have all been irreversibly rumbled forward in the historical years under the attention of the Creator. In the field of the mystic collection, the projection of the Creator is a symbol of the change of universal order..."

"...... Whether it is a mortal, extraordinary, demigod, angel, god, etc., they all have the qualifications to gain the attention of the Creator. But this qualification is one million, one million, one million... The old god has lost the control of the source substance, and the source substance embodies the projection of the Creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chooses a new way in the world..."

This last chapter echoed in Kakamiao's heart.

She took several deep breaths in succession, closed her eyes slightly, calming down her boiling and complicated mood.

"That is to say, from the moment we see the projection of the Creator, it represents the extraordinary source of power, the 'source quality', and has begun a new choice and a new path..."

"The old god has lost control, and a new order is coming..."

Kaka Miao buried this insight in the deepest part of her heart.

It is at this moment of subtle, tranquility, silence, and sublimation of the mind.

Sudden!

boom--

I don’t know where it is, nor where it is, and it is unimaginable that it is roaring in the silence, like a striking pain!

The secret archives room seemed to be shocked and buzzed.

Even the oil paintings of the "Natural Disaster Mother Goddess" hanging on the wall, which seemed to be no longer touched by Huan Jiu, shaking violently, as if they were about to collapse and fall.

"What's going on?"

Kakamiao stood up in surprise.

Bang, the door of the secret room was opened, and several night watchmen rushed in in a hurry, shocked and anxious, but shouted with joy:

"Captain Kakamiao, you go out and have a look, something happened!"

Kakamiao rushed out the moment the door opened.

She rushed out of the "Grand Mother Church" in one breath, rushed to the third floor, rushed out of the side door of the Odison Cathedral, and walked quickly outside.

"this......"

Kakamiao was shocked!

At this moment, in the late night of Senna, the sky that is always dark, thick fog, and dark haze has appeared in the sky.

A large amount of light poured down from the cracks.

The entire city of Senna has never been so bright!

The huge light of the entire vast area has awakened the cheers of the entire city of Senna. At this moment, everyone in the Odison Cathedral faces high altitude and performs pious praise and prayer.

At this moment of great attention, the light in the sky slowly passed away. Senna City fell back into the darkness of the night, and everything was silent.

"Those who have seen the light will eventually move towards the light! The sparks can start a prairie fire!" Kakamiao looked into the sky from afar and recited silently in his heart.

...

Eastern Continent, the City of Chaos.

In a secretly blocked room.

Lilith carefully looked around from under a desk, revealing her blonde hair and pretty but dazed big eyes.

"Brother is right. This method is indeed to sneak into the chief library..."

Lilith breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came out and slapped the dust on her body.

Then, like a cat stealing fish, she tiptoed to the bookshelf. After searching for it, she found the book she wanted, then retracted back to the desk, and opened it to read it.

According to the rules, the items, classics, banned books, etc. in the entire library were strictly sealed. However, Lilith had the purest chief bloodline and had the pass certificate given to her by her brother, so all seals were temporarily invalid.

"...Well, the chapter about the old Creator, here, I found it..."

Lilith read carefully and remembered the knowledge she gained in her mind.

"...... The First Age 'Original God' once claimed to have received attention from the Creator's projection... The Second Age 'Original Creator' also said to have received attention from the Creator's projection... Before the Cataclysm of the Third Age, many gods claimed to have received attention from the Creator..."

"... The old god has lost the control of the source substance. The source substance embodies the projection of the Creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chooses a new way in the world..."

Lilith covered her mouth and finally suppressed her surprise and exclamation.

“That is, if I see the projection of the Creator, it means the way toward the new God?”

"I have obtained the only 'eternal sun' source belief in Chaos City. This should be enough to prove that I have to take responsibility..."

"Yes, just like the chief! This is the responsibility I have to bear, the responsibility in my bloodline, and the responsibility of the daughter of Chaos!"

Lilith waved her fair little hands to cheer herself up. Although she was still young, the belief in "responsibility" is an indelible motivation imprinted in her bones and blood.

It is at this moment of subtle, tranquility, silence, and sublimation of the mind.

Sudden!

boom--

I don’t know where it is, nor where it is, and it is unimaginable that it is roaring in the silence, like a striking pain!

The entire library seemed to be shocked and buzzed.

"What's going on?"

Lilith stood up in surprise and rushed out of the outdoors.

At this moment, at night at dusk, in the sky where the sun is rarely seen, the moon is rarely seen, and in the sky covered with haze and thick fog, countless mottled spots appear, which are becoming stronger and brighter.

It was like lightning tearing open the cracks, and a large amount of light poured down.

This is purer than the sun and the moon!

At this moment, the 100,000 people in the entire Chaos City cheered and amazement. A large number of men, women, young and old prayed devoutly to the sky.

However, at this moment of great concern, the light gradually dissipated. The sky returned to its original state of darkness, vastness, thick fog and haze.

"This is the holy light! This is my responsibility, the holy light I pursue!"

Lilith looked up from afar, and the light in her eyes was never as firm as ever.

...

Apartment 23 South Baker Street.

By the fireplace on the first floor, the pointed-eared black cat is curled up and sleeping soundly.

At this moment, Brooke was trapped in a dream of reality and illusion.

This is also what happened at a certain time in her experiences since she woke up her consciousness. Every time she could enter a wonderful space.

It's like dreaming, or recovery, receiving some fragments of knowledge, rising and falling in the ocean of consciousness.

At this time, a classical book appeared in the dream. This was like a fragment of knowledge about the "old creator" she wanted to know.

"... The old god has lost the control of the source substance. The source substance embodies the projection of the Creator in the resonance of disorder and chaos, and chooses a new way in the world..."
To be continued...