"How is this possible?"
"I can’t even defeat one of his Heroic Spirit aspects?" Gilgash was full of disbelief.
This blow made him question his life a little.
He once couldn’t beat Duncan’s true form, after all, his opponent was a living legend, an Immortal, which was understandable. But now, even an aspect could beat him like this, Gilgash found it simply unbelievable, doubting if he forgot to bring the Law of his Spiritual Base upon descending.
Duncan’s expression carried a hint of mockery, and he said lightly, "It’s been eight hundred years."
"My legend has spread across the world."
"And what about you?"
"Along with that Surian myth shroud, you’ve gradually perished."
The sin of pollution was not Gilgash. This guy was just a bit arrogant and a bit foolish, not reaching the level of original sin.
Duncan’s gaze fell upon the peculiar weapon in his hand.
——The Surian Narration Creation Epic.
No matter what strange na Gilgash called it, the essence of this sword was the Shroud of Surian Mythology, also their creation narrative poem. Back then, Duncan used it to beat Gilgash round and round. But so many years have passed, and the guy in front of him still hasn’t made any progress, he didn’t even need to change his swing.
It was the contaminant.
The shroud of sopotamian mythology, due to the relationship with an abnormal node, it was also activated by so power.
Who is resurrecting?!
Duncan didn’t even look at Gilgash, who was gnashing his teeth and crawling up from the ground. His figure began to change, and with a brilliant Holy Light erging, pairs of white angel wings appeared behind Duncan.
This was his other aspect, the angel recognized by monotheism, another form besides the dragon aspect, though he rarely used it.
Usually, Duncan would not activate the angelic aspect, but in France, it could be temporarily used.
After all, during the Grand Battle between England and France, the ’Blood of the Holy Grail’ acquired by the Saintess Jeanne was his relic. Indeed, in France, there was the heritage of the Hermitage, and a strand of angelic bloodline transford by the Holy Grail.
Bang!
The furious Gilgash was slapped aside again by Duncan with a casual wave; this guy was completely in a futile rage. Don’t die here.
The [Surian Narration Creation Epic] was thrust into the ground.
Endless black mud gushed crazily from it.
This was the manifested evil of original sin. As this epic scroll-turned weapon was unfolded, an ancient creation narrative poem erged in the world, and countless black mud poured out crazily, with wisps of the divine spirit’s aura appearing within it, a level that the Heroic Spirit Summoning system fundantally could not descend.
——The Sin of Proliferation.
One of humanity’s original sins.
Representative of the animalistic desire for reproduction, with the transformation of the era, uncontrolled population proliferation also produced countless sins as a consequence.
Although Duncan increased the world’s productivity, it also led to a premature population explosion. In the backdrop of the first Industrial Revolution, so societies in this world lived even worse than in agrarian tis, the productivity increased by Duncan was almost completely offset by the exploding population.
When the population exploded uncontrollably, the increased productivity was rely a drop in the bucket; a produced loaf of bread was simply not enough to feed several hungry children.
The evil of original sin.
This uncontrollable representative of animalistic reproduction desires is also humanity’s great sin. Once the living environnt slightly improved, it would imdiately lead to frantic procreation. This not only resulted in most people living miserably but also impacted the entire natural world, prematurely causing the extinction of many species.
This growing pain.
The entire world did not beco better due to the first Industrial Revolution; so at the bottom of society even lived worse than in the agrarian era.
The population increased too much, too fast, making the entire era unbearably burdened.
It’s not that the pie wasn’t made larger, but it simply wasn’t enough to share.
So people had more than their fair share to begin with, and what little resources were left had to be divided among the vast population, leading to ordinary people living worse than death.
The French Revolution was essentially a redistribution.
If the remaining resources were enough to share and could feed the lower classes of society, there would be no need to send the royalists and nobles to the guillotine.
If the French people’s lives improved even slightly, Louis XVI would not be at a complete loss.
Pushed to the brink.
Don’t say it’s the king and nobility to be beheaded; they’d even overturn the heavens for you.
In that cracked giant pit.
The black mud erupted from the Surian Narration Creation Epic gradually gathered, forming bit by bit the silhouette of a tall woman. When her figure appeared, she even exerted so peculiar suppression on Duncan, as if there was a hint of bloodline restraint, pressing down on part of Duncan’s power within.
Until a pair of huge dragon horns erged on her forehead, Duncan finally realized which part of his bloodline power was being suppressed.
Dragon’s bloodline.
——Tiamat (Mother Goddess of Creation) (sopotamian mythology) (Sin of Proliferation) (Blood-colored Skull Mark)!
How many years has it been.
Duncan couldn’t even rember how long it had been since he encountered a unit marked by a blood-colored skull.
"Sure enough, it’s a resurrection!"
"Gilgash, that fool, held the Surian Narration Creation Epic for so many years and didn’t know what was inside."
Relic of the Mythical Era.
The remnants of the gods.
Finally consuming the sopotamian mythological system, continuing to exist in the creation epic as a remnant, the Mother Goddess of Creation – Tiamat.
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