Wuuu wuuu wuuu.
All the mortals in escape began to weep.
"Master..." Emperor Lianna choked up, yet she could only leave from afar.
Everyone knew that the ancient emperor had fought all her life, striving to protect this land. Even in the last mont of her twilight years, she had quelled the chaos and could have lived in peace.
But before the end, she chose to travel through ti and ca to the future.
Just because she knew,
Here lies a true darkness!
So, she chose to spill the very last drop of her blood here in her twilight years.
"Oh Emperor..."
Everyone cried out from the depths of their hearts.
This was the first generation Angel Emperor; she was the one who initiated the spirit of the Mayan Civilization.
She was the forr Angel Emperor, unmatched in talent, and opened up an incomparable era with achievents no one could surpass.
She could have lived imasurably long, yet she fought all her life, neglecting her cultivation, her body full of dark injuries, only to protect them.
This was a selfless emperor, a true hero!
Everyone looked at that long spear, feeling the hero's final solitude and loneliness.
In the underground escape tunnel, soone shouted, suddenly reciting a slab from the era of Jiaxia:
"When all living beings awaken Him from the cradle of heroes, the almighty deity will call out and lead the people on earth towards glory."
...
"If you see by color, seek by sound, pursue eternal life by desire, you walk the path of wickedness through divine enlightennt and cannot see clarity and truth... with a pure heart, you shall see it here."
...
They queued forward in the tunnel, reciting the myth of ancient slabs from the Jiaxia era, seemingly to commorate the ancient tis and to honor their king's long sleep.
Every so often, soone choked back tears.
The battlefield ruins, a building in the distance.
The wind howled within the gray fog.
"This is..."
"The history of prehistoric civilization!"
Professor Naxika, across ti and space, controlled a chanical snail man from afar and silently watched that heroic figure fall and turn into flying ash.
She also sobbed as she once again opened the "Chronicles of the Mayan Civilization" record book, docunting new chapters,
"We return to the distant past, that tragic prehistoric dark Earth."
"But... the weak us, can change nothing."
"Isaac and us can only quietly watch history move tragically forward, watch the people of that era cry and howl, watch the fated events unfold, as the great prehistoric heroes stand up to save everything."
Professor Naxika knew,
This scene was the history destined to happen over hundreds of thousands of years ago!
The reason the Mayan Civilization was not destroyed was that in that era, an unimaginable upheaval occurred:
The heroic emperor from ancient tis traveled through ti in her twilight years, ca to the darkness, and resisted the masses, vying for a chance for the Mayan Civilization to escape.
"This is a heroic figure!"
She witnessed the weight of history; it brought wonder and rembrance, a grand tapestry written in blood.
She remained silent but resolute in choosing to record it.
When people of the new era opened books, they saw the distant hundreds of thousands of years later "Mayan Chronicles," where Professor Naxika's archaeological, mythological continuation of the prehistoric Mayan Civilization was written:
[The end of Mayan Civilization, the old heroic emperor traveled to the future, saving all living beings]
...
...
Tap tap tap.
They soon departed too, along with a small force of the Mayan Civilization in escape.
"Thinking back then, it was just like this before our eyes." Along the way, Professor Naxika took a deep breath; she was a historian, could change nothing, only record.
She finally understood....
History resides there.
And when we return to the past, nothing changes.
Isaac started to sob sowhat, feeling completely powerless, watching past tragedies unfold once again.
Nothing is more heartbreaking than watching the original ancestors from hundreds of thousands of years ago perish.
"Is everything fate?"
"We see history repeat itself."
"Currently, we have not intervened in this era, aning... this scene is the inevitable outco of history."
"Darkness invades, the ancient first Angel Emperor saves all beings."
Their faces were full of bitterness.
This is a destined historical tragedy!
aning...
Has the first tragedy occurred?
Then what about the second tragedy?
When will humanity be defeated? When will the Mayan Civilization be destroyed? When will Emperor Lianna fall?
Dare not think.
Don't want to...think about it!
That's far too dark.
But this is the desperate history of hundreds of thousands of years past, destined long ago, even the mightiest God could only strive for the future tens of thousands of years to change this tragedy with the tiniest hope...
But can we truly change the past?
Previously full of confidence, realizing later that nothing can be changed, not even the power to intervene in battles.
Only now understanding God's words: what their weakness ans!!!
"Our era still developed too briefly...unable to change the beginning of history, let the first emperor sacrifice again as usual, but left a part of Maya's seeds."
Next to her, Professor Naxika said earnestly: "We must rally, since we couldn't change the start, let's try now to find ways to help them."
"I know." Isaac replied earnestly.
Currently, the situation is not so dire, they've made it through the life-and-death crisis.
Even the Mayan Civilization did not expect the opponent to be this absurdly powerful, even used that large-scale spell to take down the entire Mayan Civilization.
The scene of tens of thousands of true gods, hundreds of billions of divine blood pseudo-gods, nearly facing annihilation.
Though, they've left the last embers outside, which ans the Mayan Civilization has neared destruction...
"Now, most of the vital forces are preserved, preparations for a long-term war must be made....this is, a war between civilizations!!"
...
Fu Qingjun sat on a chair in a deserted high-rise, sowhat sighing.
Qin Hong, as usual, was insane.
Living only one life, fought furiously, but this ti her cost seems high.
But his brow gradually relaxed,
"However strong they are, what does it matter?"
"They are ultimately transford by the evil as creatures of the earth."
"The remnant of that evil forbidden existence has already lost consciousness, could not imagine the strongest creature on this earth isn't the eagle soaring with dreams, isn't the terrifyingly powerful prehistorical dinosaur, isn't the most intelligent and clever modern humans, but..."
Fu Qingjun bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt and sand, "living at the bottom of the food chain, adapting to any environnt, living in any filthy dark corner, insects."
And those modern humans on Earth, in the network, still should not interfere...
Fu Qingjun stopped at a cyber cafe in the ruins, observing them, as that mythical elegy of blood and tears ignited the entire network.
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu! Our Earth's Mayan Civilization, so tragic!"
"The first Angel Emperor, a lifeti of blood battles, fought so hard, but in the end..."
"They pen their civilization's chapter, protecting our earthly ho, and what about us? We are the protagonists of this Solar Era! We are the grand shaman in myths! Modern people of the twenty-first century, can you truly bear it?"
"It's going to be extinct, Earth's apocalypse has co, like a zombie scene, and we must rise!"
...
Many people comnted.
Fu Qingjun shook his head, quite rationally,
"You can just quietly hide in the shelter and watch...since we do not kill you, the opposite side treats you as entirely non-threatening pigs for captivity."
This is a war of civilization.
The war of the Knowing civilization!
One day one year...
"After waking, for humans hiding in shelters, enough to see the entire Earth....the changes of seas and fields." Fu Qingjun gazed far away, contemplating how to continue simulating the Civilized Demon Country's system, how to fight this battle.
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