The gatekeeper No. 7 smiled.

He took off his long gown and exposed his gray and wet chest.

Extremely thin purple lights lit up from under his skin, outlining an extremely complex logo on his chest.

An endless snake opened its mouth and circled it, chasing its tail.

In the middle of the circle surrounded by the Endless Snake, dense purple light spots form a complex astrological map. A man with his legs and arms spread out and his body proportions meet the perfect golden ratio is quietly floating in the astrological map.

Looking carefully, the light that makes up this man's image is composed of countless densely beating square runes.

These runes are shady and pound rapidly along a specific complex frequency.

The divine light spurted out from the eyes of the suffering knights swept through the complex runes on the chest of the janitor No. 7.

Accompanied by the sigh of sighing, these suffering knights seemed to have determined the identity of the janitor No. 7. They bowed deeply to the janitor No. 7, and then they fell to the ground again.

Their bodies cracked into countless pieces, and then the pieces turned into extremely small spots of light, and eventually turned into thick fog of light.

The light and mist flashed, and the frequency of the flashing was exactly the same as the frequency of the humanoid flickering on the chest of the gatekeeper No. 7.

The thick fog of light escaped from the armor and, with a sigh, blended into the three-foot-square bronze box on the seat.

The smooth surface of the bronze box lit up little by little, and countless starlight appeared on the box, and shadows of people were looming in the stars. Everyone heard a sound that seemed to exist and seemed to be illusory.

That is the prayer of human beings.

That was the crying sound of a baby when he was born.

That was the heroic shout of a man during a fight.

That was the woman's crying sadly when she was sad.

That was the heavy breathing when hunting, the slight panting when throwing nets and fishing, the low whisper when pulling a bow and shooting, the angry roar when slashing a knife...

These sounds are there or there.

Everyone heard it, and they seemed to see how a huge ethnic group reproductively and prospered on the earth, how they grew and grew, how they became extraordinary and holy, and eventually they broke the starry sky...

A huge flow of information is injected into everyone's mind.

They seemed to know a lot of inexplicable knowledge at once... but this knowledge was like a stream of light and illusion. They saw it, but no matter how they dig into memory, they could not recall any traces related to this knowledge.

"This is a kind of..." Qiao murmured.

Crimson's instinct is analyzing the huge flow of information just now.

The janitor No. 7 squinted his eyes and looked at the dozens of sets of armor on the ground.

He whispered: "This is a heritage...there is everything about the Knights of Suffering...their past, their history, their glory, their sorrow..."

"How they practice, how they grow, how they overcome all obstacles and protect the last light for human beings in the dark."

"This is the inheritance of the Knights of Suffering...it exists in the bloodlines of all human beings, in the soul."

"Even if their individuals eventually die, as long as humans continue, when humans are in danger, the Knights of Suffer will recover from their bloodlines and embark on the path they are destined to."

"The Knights of Suffering have never been a special force, aggregation of power."

"The Knights of Suffering are humans themselves."

"We have experienced countless sufferings. We protect ourselves with armor. We use swords to hurt our enemies. We gather together and use our bodies to turn into the Great Wall. We guard our tribesmen... This is the Knights of Suffering!"

The voice of the gatekeeper No. 7 was filled with an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

Joe and the others didn't say anything.

If the Gatekeeper No. 7 is accurate, then the Knights of Suffering will be the most noble, noble, greatest and most precious group of people among human beings.

Of course, except for Qiao, who is not an old fox here?

The words of the Gatekeeper No. 7 certainly had a strong sacred and solemn atmosphere, but they wanted to make the people present believe his words without reservation... Well, everyone was reserved.

The janitor No. 7 sighed, and he gently opened the bronze box.

A soft starlight spewed out of the box, and the wonderful sound of nature sounded, shocking everyone's minds.

This sound made everyone's eyes illusions appear.

They seemed to see huge fireballs carrying huge planets in the dark void, following complex ancient orbits, running rapidly in the void.

Inexplicably, corresponding knowledge emerged in everyone's minds-these big fireballs are suns.

And those huge planets are just a piece of land that is like Medlands, which can survive for billions of creatures.

Planets follow the celestial orbits, circular orbits, elliptical orbits, interlaced orbits... Countless stars influence and drive each other in operation, making the structure and operation mode of the star orbit more complex.

And all the stars, carefully analyzing their celestial tracks, eventually they are running around a core.

The core of everything, the core of void, the unpredictable core...

Everyone's eyes lit up. The janitor No. 7 reached into the bronze box and took out a crystal stick with a thickness of a wrist and less than three feet long.

The crystal sticks with roundness on the top and bottom and uniform thickness are not like solids, but more like a condensation of light.

Countless extremely thin lights condense together to form this stick.

When the gatekeeper No. 7 held it in his hand, the whole stick seemed to be jumping and flowing. The stick gave people the feeling that it was alive...

The whole hall was beating slightly.

The entire mountain is shaking slightly.

The void is twisting.

Time is stagnated.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this crystal stick...or, by this crystal axis.

They looked at this crystal axis as if they saw the entire Medland, all the laws that maintained the operation and existence of Medland, and all the secrets of this world.

They even felt a lot of familiar breath on this crystal axis.

Every Medland people have a faint breath in this crystal axis.

In the dark, all the creatures in Medland have inexplicable connection with this axis.

"The Axle of Medland." The janitor No. 7 shook his head with emotion: "It's that simple. With it, we can control everything in Medland...including those damn gods."

"Ah, unfortunately, since the last time it was activated, the Knights of Suffer brought it back here to absorb Medland's power and restore it to itself... There was not enough time, and the power it stored was far from enough."

"However, there are sacrifices from dozens of knights of suffering... plus your strength, suppression, and expelling those gods whose strength has not yet recovered from their peak state, is enough."

The janitor No. 7 laughed softly.
Chapter completed!