"Thankfully, the Creator God allowed everything to unfold according to fate, and Human Clan has produced a true leader. My child, although I have only been back for less than half a year, I have already heard your name and your legendary deeds countless times. I am honored by you!"
Sun Fei smiled modestly, "Your Majesty flatters me. You are the true role model for us younger generations."
Stábile smiled and nodded, then turned to Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint shrouded in a swirling silver light, and said, "Old friend, why don't you come over and chat? Why put on such an aloof attitude?"
"Haha, I never dreamed that you, an old thing that's been dead for eight hundred years, would actually come back to life! Good!"
Amidst a hearty laugh, the silver flames surrounding Zao finally vanished, revealing a short, stout figure with a thick black beard and curly long hair—an extremely ordinary appearance. He had a cigar in his mouth, taking puffs one after another.
A fleeting glimmer of light.
Maradona approached Stábile and marveled at the sight.
Maradona even reached out and touched Stábile's skin and hair, looking extremely curious.
His jovial demeanor caused Batistuta and the other powerful figures of the Holy Church to frown, but considering Maradona's status and the seemingly close relationship between him and Stábile, they ultimately refrained from reprimanding him.
The other powerful beings in the void were also gaping in astonishment.
The Continent Martial Saint is renowned throughout the world, unattainable, and the idol of countless martial artists across the continent. However, because Maradona is always elusive and mysterious, few people have ever seen his true face. Many people have wishfully idealized Maradona into a perfect, unparalleled master who is handsome, dashing, charming, dazzling, and dressed in snow-white robes.
However, seeing the mainland warriors in this state, some people suddenly felt a heartbreaking sense of shattered idols.
This is clearly the image of a third-rate mercenary leader, a far cry from the revered Continent Martial Saint.
But clearly, the facts are undeniable, and there's no way to deny them.
Fortunately, Maradona's strength is truly unbelievable. That flash of light just now was extremely skillful, and no one came out. What kind of technique is that?
"Hey, you old codger, now that you're alive, why don't you just say so and we all go to your Holy Mountain of Light in Sicily Island? I heard there are lots of beautiful women in the choir there. Why all the fuss and have to invite Alexander and me here?"
Maradona said it bluntly.
These words, once uttered, made countless people around them feel as if something within their hearts had broken once more.
Is this guy really an idol for martial arts practitioners on the mainland? He's clearly just a sleazy old man.
However, that question hit the nail on the head.
Sun Fei waited patiently for the answer.
Stábile smiled wryly and said, "If I directly invited you to the Holy Mountain of Light in Sicily Island, would you go? After all, that's the headquarters of the Church. What if I set some trap that would be detrimental to you?"
"That's true. If I hadn't seen you alive with my own eyes, I would never have believed the Church, nor would I have gone to the Holy Mountain of Light in Sicily Island, haha." Maradona chuckled, then suddenly frowned and asked, "Wait a minute, you old rascal, you've always been a shrewd one. The grand spectacle you've created today, inviting me and Alexander, and attracting almost all the top experts from across the continent, there must be something else going on, right?"
Sun Fei chuckled to himself.
He absolutely adored this Continent Martial Saint.
Maradona may seem carefree and unserious, but in reality, every question he raised was incisive, clearly revealing the mysteries that he and everyone else wanted to know.
When this topic came up, Stábile's expression became slightly serious. He nodded and said, "Indeed, I did use a little trick today, leveraging the influence of the two of you to lure all the experts of our race from across the continent here, so that we could have a proper discussion."
At this point, Stábile at the magnificent [ Sky City ] floating in the distance, and said, "Now that everyone is here, those stories and mysteries that have been sealed for over a thousand years must be unveiled. The very important thing I'm about to say is related to this."
At this point, he said something to one of the powerful figures from the Holy Church beside him.
The latter turned and went into the flying temple to retrieve something.
"As everyone knows, over a thousand years ago, the Azeroth Continent was at the pinnacle of Dou Qi and magic. The God Clan, who ruled over light, and the Demon Clan, who ruled over night, were the masters of the entire continent. They governed all races, received worship, and possessed power beyond measure. However, these two powerful races, almost overnight, plummeted from the pinnacle of light and vanished from the continent. Various legends have circulated about this history, and there are many speculations about the disappearance of the gods and demons. Today, I will tell you some of their secrets."
Stábile, with a thoughtful expression, spoke slowly.
Almost everyone's interest was immediately piqued.
Indeed, regarding the era of gods and demons, countless people on the continent have offered various speculations, yet it has been difficult to reach a consensus.
The gods and demons were incredibly powerful races with unbelievable supernatural abilities, possessing the power to create heaven and earth. They were the undisputed overlords and had an incomparably glorious civilization, showing no signs of decline. However, at the height of their power, they inexplicably collapsed and disappeared within an extremely short period of time.
For a thousand years, no one has known the mystery of their disappearance, and the speculation that the two tribes killed each other and perished together is obviously unconvincing.
A hint of interest also appeared in Sun Fei's eyes.
In fact, Sun Fei vaguely knew the reason for the disappearance of the gods and demons.
Whether it's the blood-written diary of the Dwarf King, found in the mountains behind Chambord City, the Last Ancestral Land of the Dwarf Clan, or the account of Zhong Dajun, the Pope of the Orc Clan Beast God Temple, both point to the mysterious enemy, the " Defiler."
I wonder if what Stábile next is also related to [ the Defiler ]?
Many people believe that the gods and demons grew tired of war and left the continent, while others think that the two races were wiped out during the war or fell into a long slumber. There are various other speculations as well. However, none of these speculations are correct. The real reason is that they encountered an Resist enemy.
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