Isaac flipped through the books as if he could see the myths flowing through his fingertips.
The vast wars of gods and demons, the lantable historical epics.
He seed to witness everything firsthand through the text, or rather, Professor Naxika seed to witness everything firsthand.
Not like from archaeology, there was a sense of joy and sorrow as if being present.
Sunflower Dynasty, Jiaxia descended, the great flood subrged the heavens and the earth, Mayan Civilization erged after the deluge, extinction of the Martial Dao era, the rise of the Witch Dynasty, only to be startlingly overthrown by Demon Lord Grace. Where does the train of civilization ultimately head?
When he reached the decline of Martial Dao, his heart was silent.
Empress Lianna dominated an era, clearly peerless in strength, yet no longer had anyone practicing Martial Dao with her. That imnse desolation he vaguely could empathize with.
Invincible, so what?
One person held up the dignity of Martial Dao, yet couldn't uphold the destined era.
This world, actually has things that the invincible can't solve...
That historical torrent swept in, like the dark deep sea continuously subrging Emperor Lianna, also resonated with him.
Aren't we the sa?
The joys and sorrows of humanity are connected, at least at present, they are connected.
The Martial Dao declines now, these Martial Arts Knights, warriors adhering to Knight Spirit, easily defeated by firearms, felt the sa imnse lant.
"As long as she lives, one person equals an era."
This is the evaluation given by Witch Yudula First Ancestor, that new overlord of Mayan Civilization holding royal power, respects the last blossom of the Martial Dao era.
This sentence touched him the most, as a tall and strong knight reading this section, tears unexpectedly fell on the page, it would be utterly embarrassing for others to see.
Yet he was most defenseless against it.
That awe-inspiring spirit that captivated the world, swept through forbidden zones, once guarded all life by the Martial Arts Emperor.
That was a hero king with strong individualism!
Such an existence, broke his white wings, thrust his spear into the blood-chilling battlefield, addressing the angels of the sky with a resignation, how heartbreaking?
The hero has fallen, is he no longer a hero?
Rubbish!!
She was once your hero king.
Martial Dao, is it really gone?
"Our era has declined, yet we can't produce an Emperor Lianna to compose the final glory."
He bitterly smiled, then couldn't help but stroke the pages again, as if penetrating English letters, could feel the history within, "Viewing history from past to present, the world is a cycle... We once claid to be the Sun Never Sets Empire, Martial Dao also declined, one replaced by WWII industrial revolution, the other by the witch uprising revolution."
Even the neighboring stronger China Yin Ruins, once known as Celestial Empire, has declined, let alone them?
He kept flipping through the books, this was one of his favorite volus in Professor Naxika's first edition.
And myths are false, but...
Is this myth really false?
He couldn't help but vaguely feel strongly inside.
That is not a false story.
But real experiences, truly happening in history.
That story with flesh and blood, heroes' cries, era's wails, are not fabricated.
"But, if we truly believe the myth from archaeology, wouldn't it an believing that tens of thousands of years ago... gods really existed?"
Narrow room, the wooden floor full of wear and tear, with a painting of Knight King Arthur riding a war horse battling hanging on the wall, clock chis ca through the window along with gusts of wind, faintly making whistle sounds.
"Compared to the rings of history flowing through fingertips, we are no more than dust of history."
At this mont, he seed to have finished reading a serialized book story, his heart felt an itch,
"Really hope that Professor Naxika can quickly travel across the New World, uncover archaeological mythological historical texts, let see tens of thousands of years ago, entrusted to Witch Yudula's expectations, the final Emperor Lianna, facing the fog, with civilization heading where, whether Martial Dao can rise again?"
A helpless expression appeared on his face.
It's like half-following a series to exciting coback: once-retired hero king returning again to regain royal power... suddenly hitting a snag.
"Alas, this is so frustrating."
He went to the window and looked down outside, "The fervor of youth lies in continuous effort, even if the era is gone, I must do well myself, that was the agreent with Hathaway, today's ten thousand push-ups still haven't been completed."
"However, I recently heard that the Austria Kingdom is making big moves, the neighboring China Yin Ruins, the emperor has arrived in the New World, it's said that the Austria Kingdom people attempted assassination, though rumor has it as safe with no danger involved..."
Previously, it didn't matter to him regarding war, because the charge of war was a knight's glory, but now he feared war greatly, for he didn't want to die by firearms.
In his view, that is not the way knights die, but the greatest insult to a strong individual.
"Teacher once said, the true hero knight's final destiny is martyrdom, they should be slain facing a powerful opponent, amidst partners' tearful embrace of the corpse, welcod back to their holand."
He thought about many things in his heart, clutching the book like a treasured possession, gloomy mood occasionally becoming a bit joyful, "Tomorrow, recomnd this historical myth book to others, even if they don't like reading, they will surely fall in love with this reading material, becoming loyal fans of Professor Naxika."
He had this in mind, suddenly felt a slight movent behind him.
He turned around.
Unexpectedly, saw the book placed on the table, moving of its own accord.
Pages open one by one.
Above the book, a tiny angel adorned with white wings overlooked the book, softly spoke: "Unexpectedly, tens of thousands of years after the myth, this era's Gold Behemoth still rembers our Mayan Civilization's glory."
This figure...
This wing...
"You! You! You!" Isaac's stunned face, gradually flooded with myriad emotions, happiness, excitent, shock, lastly his eyes unknowingly watered again.
"I... When did I turn back into a crybaby again." This tall and strong common knight wiped his uncontrollable tears, "I had promised Hathaway ever since I was eight years old, that I absolutely would not cry again."
That Angel Knight flipping through the book, turned around surprised, stunned for a few seconds, before lightly smiling and saying, "Child, trust in the light."
Believe in the light.
This already middle-aged common knight suddenly cried more fiercely, as if the emotions just seen in history were re-opened, tears rushing endlessly.
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