"Great Lord of the past? Haven't they fallen long ago?" Morati felt that his mind went blank.
The truth revealed from Wayne's mouth was really shocking.
So much so that he felt like he couldn't believe it at the moment.
But reason told him that Wayne was not lying.
Because there is no need.
Moreover, Wayne has already surrendered to Ding Dan. Under the influence of Authority, the possibility of Wayne lying is so small that it is almost negligible.
Wayne took a deep breath.
As the air entered his body, his chest suddenly swelled.
After a long time, he slowly exhaled the air he had breathed into his body.
"Because some people don't want to see them alive, so they must die.
Can you understand what I mean?"
The meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand.
Morati is not stupid either, he reacted quickly.
He hesitated for a moment, and then hesitantly said, "Then if you tell me this now, will 'they' notice it?"
Also, who are 'them'?"
Wayne did not answer the question immediately, but looked down at the ground beneath his feet.
His expression gradually became relaxed.
"It's already reached this point, so what if they know?
Now we just have to wait for the final battle to come.
Whether it's life or death, we'll know when the outcome is determined."
As he said that, his expression condensed.
A flash of hatred flashed in his eyes the Depths.
"As for who 'they' are.
I can only tell you that they are a group of shameless robbers!
A group of bastards who only dare to hide in the shadows and dare not show their faces!"
Speaking of this, Wayne seemed a little excited.
He turned his head and stared at Morati.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with fine bloodshot eyes.
The eyeballs were as big as light bulbs and seemed to fall out of their sockets.
"Great Lord of all ages were forced to hide themselves by feigning death!
Do you know what Hell used to be like?"
Morati shook his head slightly and did not speak.
He is not the first being born in Hell, of course he doesn't know this.
Wayne's eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his body were bulging.
Under the dark red skin are blood vessels and veins thicker than an average person's thumb.
At this moment, their roots were bulging, as if there were countless snakes hiding under his skin.
This shows how angry Wayne was at this time.
Morati's brows slowly wrinkled.
This was also the first time he saw Wayne's look like this in his memory.
Wayne is not the new big evil.
A long, long time ago, he was already the big devil famous in Hell.
At that time, Wayne was the top Commander of the royal army.
And at that time, there was no detailed division of Ontological Rank in Hell.
Deity seems to be the end.
But as the amount of information increased, Morati knew that Deity was not the end.
Deity There are gods above.
Above the gods are the Great Old Ones.
As for Wayne in front of him, his Ontological Rank is at least Deities.
The royal family has always been a smooth Great Lord, an iron-clad marshal.
Before Ding Dan came to Hell, Wayne was the iron-clad marshal.
And Wayne was introduced to Ding Dan by Morati.
He later surrendered to Ding Dan, and led the army of the Holy City to conquer east and west, and finally blocked the gate of the royal city.
On the surface, this iron-blooded marshal is just clearing the way for Ding Dan to become Great Lord.
In fact, Ding Dan's position as Great Lord has been secure from the beginning.
It's just that the acting skills of the royal family are too good.
So good that all the races in Hell were deceived by Past.
At this moment, Wayne's voice still echoes in Morati's mind.
What did the previous Hell look like?
Morati Don't know.
But Wayne knew.
He had a sullen face and put his hands on Morati's shoulders.
"In the beginning, although there were no singing birds and fragrant flowers here, at least it was not like it is now... Chibi Qianli!
At that time, we would not worry about water.
But later, the group of robbers broke into the place.
They first destroyed the will of the world, and the planet we live in was smashed into pieces.
It's them! They Outsiders made us lose the home we depend on for survival!"
Having said this, Morati raised his hand and pointed to the setting sun on the horizon, and said in a trembling voice, "Have you seen this sun?
Do you know where it comes from?
Do you know why it extracts water from our bodies all the time?
These are the eyes of our first generation Great Lord!
Eyes full of hatred and unwillingness!
The ground you step on is the body of our first generation Great Lord!
He fell, and fell out of reluctance and helplessness.
His body became earth.
The eyes become the sun."
Morati was stunned.
He really doesn't know these secrets.
Regarding how Hell was formed, there has always been a theory similar to Wayne's.
It's just not that specific.
But all the beings in Hell think this is just a myth, even Morati thinks so.
But now, the myth has become truth.
The will of the world was destroyed and the planet was shattered.
The first generation Great Lord died, his body turned into the earth, and his eyes turned into the sun.
Morati cannot imagine how much hatred and helplessness Great Lord felt at that time.
At this moment, Morati had roughly guessed what happened next.
The ethnic group has survived on this land.
But those foreign bandits still refused to let them go.
This is how we got the current Hell.
Sure enough, Wayne's next words proved his suspicion.
"In that battle, they didn't get what they wanted, and they had no intention of letting us go.
After the war, they went into hiding, hiding behind Hell to recuperate.
At the same time, they are also monitoring our clan."
Morati took a deep breath.
Although the truth has been revealed.
But there are many unexplainable things.
For example, how did other races in Hell come into being?
Seemingly guessing Morati's doubts, Wayne said in a deep voice, "Do you want to ask where the other races came from?"
Morati nodded and said nothing.
Wayne also took a deep breath.
At this moment, his emotions had calmed down.
His expression returned to its original appearance again.
"Speaking of which, other races can be considered the descendants of our royal family.
But it's a bit humiliating to talk about it.
Those bastards captured our people.
Then other races were born."
At this moment, an unknown flame has risen in Morati's heart.
The fire seemed to devour his heart, his eyes were red and bloodshot.
His breathing became heavier and heavier.
At this moment, he finally understood the reason why Ding Dan did not accept the surrender of certain races.