Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1136: The Road to Ancestral Return

After this period of recuperation, the injuries he had sustained after World War I with Stark had basically healed, and his Origin Energy had also improved by several points. However, these weren't the most important things. Ever since he first came into contact with the original ancestor's will, Allen felt that he was quietly undergoing a change. This change was very subtle, almost undetectable, but it resolutely changed his body. In the past, Alan could only roughly feel it, but this time, when he sensed his body, he discovered some obvious changes.

At some point, the blood vessels in his body began to shine with fine lines. Those lines would light up when origin energy flowed out of his body along with his blood. Alan could feel that they buffered the impact of the Origin Energy and strengthened the strength of the blood vessels. This way, when Alan fought with all his might, he would minimize the burden of Origin Energy on his body. Apart from that, his bones had also undergone subtle changes.

Fine red crystal fragments appeared between the bones. They increased the strength of the bones and possessed the ability to absorb energy. When Allen's Origin Energy surged out of his body, a very small portion of it would be absorbed by the crystal chips. Alan was very surprised. This was a sign that his body was undergoing transformation. Usually, however, the chance to undergo a metamorphosis in one's life would only occur after one had passed the level 30 barrier.

Now, Allen's body had begun to evolve. It was obvious that this was related to what had happened in the depths of his consciousness. Alan still remembered that after absorbing all the fire Origin Energy's energy in the valley, his body had undergone a marked change. That dark red skin, lava-like armor, and burning azure flames!

Everything is still vivid.

He suddenly opened his eyes and his heart beat wildly. Alan could vaguely guess what had happened to him. He was on his way back to his ancestral home. Exploring the world in the depths of his consciousness, searching for the ancestral will at the end of the world, this was a path to returning to his ancestors. He was certain that whenever he took a step deeper into that world, he would be closer to the end of the origin of life. As for the ancient factors, they would continuously overlap with him at the genetic level. In the end, Allen would be transformed into a form of life in the world of consciousness. At that time, he would no longer be able to call himself a human.

He shook his head. Tracing back to his ancestral roots was another option after Level 30. It wasn't that no one chose to become an ancestral descendant. However, Allen's path opened faster than others, and it seemed that he could not choose. He had already taken this path, intentionally or unintentionally. Since that was the case, he didn't have to think too much about it. Whether it was the ruler or the ancestral descendants, they all represented a gradual departure from their original lifeforms. Therefore, the path they chose was basically the same.

He walked out of the stone house.

Outside the stone house was a street leading to the temple. Tallinn Aisha had now regained her calm. Alan had killed the Ice Wind that had once occupied this place, and the Neanderthals had been buried under Marquis Pierre's Flaming Light City. At least most of the Neanderthals were unable to return to Earth City. There were still small groups of Neanderthals in the depths of the city, but they were no longer a threat to Alan and the others.

Several braziers flashed on the street, and Alan saw what Solin and Julian were talking about. That was the guide that Elizabeth had found for them. Not only did Solin bring Duke Niao Hua's plan, he also brought Edward and the others who had stayed in Blaze Fort. Right now, they were only waiting to take away the remaining Iron Sharp Warriors. After leaving Tallinn Aisha, the team would head to Tiger Shark Harbor. Elizabeth had already prepared a merchant ship for them. They would use this as cover and return to Ark Harbor in the south by water.

Solin saw Alan and bowed elegantly. Alan nodded. This man had a very good upbringing. He came from the Boleyn Clan's side branch, the Shuttle Forest. He had light golden hair and handsome facial features. He was tall and agile. Apart from being proficient in archery and swordsmanship, he also dabbled in history and poetry. With him around, Julian wouldn't feel lonely on the journey, because Solin could always tell the prince some interesting and meaningful stories.

The braziers on both sides of the street were surrounded by people in twos and threes. There were Alan's soldiers and blacksmiths from Dragon Spear Town. They surrounded the brazier for warmth. It was already early summer, and the temperature had risen. However, Tallinn Aisha was still cold. Apart from the city at the bottom of the mountain, it was also because there was a vein of ice soul crystals below. It was as cold as winter all year round. For an expert like Allen, it naturally didn't matter much, but the others had to put on thick winter clothes and heat up the fire. Fortunately, they didn't have to stay here for too long, and the people of Dragon Spear Town were already used to it. This chill was nothing to them. The blacksmiths also drank heavily and played jokes on the soldiers that only men understood.

Alan saw Nabott, but the former prime minister was now warming himself by the brazier like an old man. He was talking about his pipe and reading by the fire. The Prime Minister's expression was calm, which made Alan admire his state of mind. Now that Hawson had accused them of treason, Julian was the murderer of Tangerio, Nabott had abolished the office of prime minister, and Alan had lost his title as Earl. Hawson also threatened to take back all of Allen's territories in the south, but people with good eyesight knew that as long as Elizabeth and Hoey did not die, it would be impossible.

Alan heard the news one after another on the journey.

Duke Niaohua and a dozen other nobles, big and small, including Hoey, jointly issued a statement, in which they declared that Julian was the legitimate heir to the throne, and that Hawson was just a shameful thief. He seized the throne at the end of Julian's timely return to Oliska, because the Boleyn family was one of the oldest in the empire and had been loyal to the royal family for generations. It was a great blow to Hawson that such a voice came from Elizabeth today.

Regardless of whether what Elizabeth said was true or not, it meant that there was a wound between the imperial family and the aristocrats that was difficult to heal. Under such circumstances, most of the Lords maintained a neutral attitude, so it was difficult for Hawson's voice to reach the Southern Region.

"Are you alright, my lord?" Ellen crouched down by the brazier and reached out to grab a flame from the brazier and press it against Nabert's extinguished pipe. Nabott smiled, wrinkles forming shadows on his face. He smoked his pipe, and the tobacco in it lit up again.

Nabott puffed out a smoke ring. "I'm not bad. The mist grass Lord Nightshadow gave me is really top quality. With it to accompany me on the journey, I feel as comfortable as at home. Except that this place is indeed a little cold, I'm fine."

"I'm relieved to hear that. Tomorrow, we'll leave Tallinn Aisha. When we arrive in the South, I have a place I want to show my lord. I bet you'll like it there." Alan thought of the Light of Honor. A scholar like Nabott would like to stay in that academy. It would be even better if the Prime Minister were willing to condescend to offer one or two courses.

Nabott knocked off the ashes from his pipe and smiled, "Lord Allen really knows how to play tricks. Hearing you say that, I wish I could fly south with my wings stuck in my back."

"Don't worry, that place won't disappoint you."

Alan greeted the blacksmiths from Dragon Spear Town nearby. These people were skilled. It would be a pity to leave them in Dragon Spear Town. Alan simply took them to the South. His weapons workshop was very short of people.

Walking into a room, there was a brazier in the corner of the room. The temperature inside the room was not too cold. Bottles and cans were scattered on the ground, and thick dust had already accumulated on these things. In the middle of the room was cleared an open space, and a few stones and a wooden board made a simple table. Edward spread out a map of the empire on the makeshift table, surrounded by stones. The Maritans were looking at the map, but didn't forget to say, "You're finally here."

Alan shrugged. Ever since he met Edward, he had felt that something was amiss with this Maritan. He had been looking for an opportunity to ask Edward, but there was no suitable time on the journey until now. He walked over and Edward turned to look at him. "You look a little different from before …"

"Of course, I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm already on the path of returning to my ancestors."

"You don't even have Level 30," Edward said in surprise. josei

"Obviously, but I know my own situation best." Alan waved his hand. "Tell me about you. What's wrong with you, Edward? I always thought you were a little absent-minded along the way."

"I was still thinking that you would have to wait until you returned to the south before asking me this question." Edward nodded. "That's right. Something's bothering me. I can't concentrate."

"If you want to …" Alan probed.

Edward asked a completely unrelated question, "Lord Allen, how old do you think I am?"

"You?" Alan frowned. Perhaps he had been ignored before, but now that he had heard Edward's question, Alan suddenly realized that Edward's appearance did not seem to have changed. Allen had grown rapidly over the years, and now he was no longer as tender as a youth. However, Edward did not look any different from the first time they met in Babylon. The only difference was that he was trying his best to put on more steady clothes. However, no matter how hard he looked at it, his features were still the same as the slave boy of the past.

"You haven't changed at all. Heavens …" Ellen whispered.

"Maritans live longer than most people, especially you humans, a species with a short life span. A hundred years is already a long time for you humans. But for us, it's just a sign of adulthood. As you can see, I look like a teenager, but in fact, Mr. Horn is probably a little younger than me. "

Alan looked at Edward in disbelief, who shrugged and said, "I never wanted to tell you that. I just didn't want to see you look like that." Didn't you ask me what I've been through before? Then I can tell you now that I lived in darkness for the first fifty years of my life. When our planet collapsed, I was a child. I was fortunate enough to escape, but I soon discovered that it was not a blessing to be alive. "

'"Because everyone I met wanted to take me back as a slave or a toy. It wasn't a good time. I saw a lot of darkness, far more than all the darkness you see now put together …"