Chapter 109: The Old Messenger

If there was an Olympic competition for sharp tongue, then Rose would definitely be the well-deserved champion.

He just stood on the shore, and he would make sharp comments on every expedition team from every country, and his comments were to the point without using any dirty words!

Even though his companions wanted to appear as serious as possible, they were completely led astray by Ross's frivolous and sharp comments.

I can only say that it is fortunate that I am far away from these expedition teams, otherwise I don’t know how much hatred I would have attracted.

After mocking more than a dozen countries in a row, the real heavyweight guest arrived.

It was an expedition team from Russia. This group of people displayed the tough style that the fighting nation usually has. They swooped down from the sky on a huge black swan without any protection.

Those with better eyesight on the ground could even see the Slavs on the black swan who were desperately grabbing the swan's feathers, and their faces surging like waves.

When it was about to collide with the ground, the black swan flapped its wings downward more than a dozen times, turning the dive into a hover in a very short time.

The huge smoke and dust raised by the black swan's wings not only made the people on the ground miserable, but also made the Russians on their backs very angry, and the sound of "Suka" was heard continuously.

"This is why I don't like these Slavic barbarians. Their brains are full of brawn, and they want everyone to know that they are reckless... Pah pah pah... I think they are stupid!"

Ross cursed angrily, spitting out dust from his mouth.

"You're still chattering away even after all this. You must have been the reincarnation of a sparrow in your previous life." Noah rolled his eyes at Ross, his expression quite speechless.

Before the dust settled, a sudden gust of wind blew everyone's hair into the air again.

"That's... a whale?!"

Someone on the ground saw the person coming from the sky and cried out in surprise.

It was indeed a whale. It shuttled between the sea of ​​clouds and the blue sky. Its huge body, which was a hundred meters long, possessed extraordinary agility.

And unlike the black swan in Russia, this whale caused wind and waves when approaching, but when it actually arrived, it was as quiet and silent as leaves falling into autumn water.

"Needless to say, this is definitely the Chinese team. They clearly want to show off but they also want to appear polite. I can't think of anyone else other than the Chinese team that has this contradictory feeling!"

Ross once again made a sharp comment, his expression as heartless as ever.

It was indeed as he said, the expedition team from China was riding on this huge Kun.

There are a total of forty people, led by Principal Hong Luan and Vice President Liu Jianliu of the Beast Taming Guild, and they bring together the most elite group of middle school students in the past five years.

The adults looked calm and confident.

The children were high-spirited and arrogant.

"Is this the secret place? It feels no different from an ordinary island."

Chu Yi looked around, his legs a little weak as he spoke.

I originally thought that I would have to take a plane or a boat to get here, but who knew that the means of transportation would be a giant Kun.

This isn't some overlord bloodline, but a genuine overlord-level pet beast that could crush him and Monkey King to death with just a breath.

However, such a powerful pet did not bring him any sense of oppression. Instead, he was frightened quite a bit during the flight outside the cabin.

Being on the back of Da Kun is completely different from being on an airplane. An airplane is an enclosed space and you feel safe no matter how high you fly.

But there was no protection at all on the back of Da Kun. Even though the principal said there were force fields around to ensure that they would not fall, it was still scary.

There's no other way, but the feeling of being 10,000 meters above the ground with no railings or fences on all sides is really terrifying.

However, Lin Siyao and her friends seemed to take this type of transportation frequently. They chatted and laughed with the other girls along the way and did not seem to be nervous at all.

After getting back on solid ground, Chu Yi's trembling heart finally calmed down a lot.

"Most secret realms are separated from the real world by a layer of fog, but you can't see what's inside from the outside."

After Lin Siyao finished explaining, he looked at Chu Yi with a smile: "Are you scared? Are you afraid of heights?"

"I'm afraid of heights? Are you kidding me?" Chu Yi denied it immediately.

"There are so many people. Are these geniuses from all over the world?"

Li Ming's excited voice came from behind. Chu Yi looked up and found that they were being watched by all the foreigners.

"It turns out that he is fighting against the world on his own." Chu Yi sighed in his heart.

"Has everyone arrived?"

At this time, a young man in a suit and tie walked out of the American expedition team, looking like he was ready to take charge of the situation.

"Except for the people from the Holy See, most of the major countries and forces have arrived."

Vice President Liu is a fat middle-aged man with a square face. His voice is as loud as a bell, and it makes people feel their scalp tingling when he opens his mouth.

"People from the Vatican are always late, so let's not wait for them. Let's first talk about how to divide the Flower-Fruit Mountain pie."

The young man in the suit seemed to have remembered something and quickly added, "I forgot to introduce myself to you all. I'm from Area 51 in the United States. I'm in charge of all operations for this American expedition. You can just call me Bob."

"Bob, I don't understand what you mean by dividing the pie. Wasn't it agreed that everyone would do it based on their own abilities during this expedition?"

The person who raised the question was a tall blonde woman who was at least 1.8 meters tall and was from the French expedition team.

Bob spread his hands and smiled, "Isn't this obvious, Susanna? There are too many people coming to explore this time, and a large number of forces and individuals will arrive soon. The resources are so limited, so of course the fewer people the better."

"Do you mean to monopolize it?" Vice President Liu Jian asked with a frown.

"Please don't think that we Americans are so overbearing." Bob denied with a smile, "I just think that with so many people entering at once, the competition is too fierce. What if something unexpected happens?"

Hearing this, at least a dozen people at the scene couldn't help but laugh out loud.

America is not overbearing? This can compete for the first joke of the new century!

Bob chose to ignore the discordant laughter and said excitedly with his hands open, "My idea is to hold a competition first, and let all forces send a young man under the age of fifteen to participate, and compete to select the six teams that will enter the core area first."

At this point, Bob observed the expressions of the people around him for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I have finished speaking. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

"I think this is a very good idea. It will not harm the interests of the majority, nor will it make the competition overly fierce." The leader of the English expedition team was the first to raise his hand to express his support.

France followed suit, and Russia also thought it was a good idea.

Even Vice President Liu, who represented China, nodded in agreement with Bob's proposal after some hesitation. However, except for the five permanent members, all other countries expressed opposition.

What is in the interests of the majority? Are the Five Permanent Members equal to the majority?

Bob's so-called proposal clearly shows that he does not want those small countries to compete with the big countries like them. In the final analysis, he still wants to monopolize the market!
It’s just that Bob proposed a seemingly fair competition, but who can be the opponent of the five permanent members in terms of force?

So of course the other small countries would not agree, even if Bob represented America, they would still oppose it.

Just as Principal Hong Luan said, even though these small countries appear to be on the same side with the United States on the surface, when the critical moment comes, they will 100% turn against us!
Just like now, they haven't even seen the treasure yet, and are just discussing how to divide the treasure, but these younger brothers have already started to sing a different tune from the big brother.

"Since none of you have any objections, then this matter is settled. Everyone go back to the camp. The competition will start at 8 a.m. tomorrow."

Bob snapped his fingers and left with his men without looking back.

There were clearly more than a dozen small countries shouting their opposition, but Bob acted as if he didn't hear them.

Or maybe to him, the opinions of these small countries have never been important, as long as China, Russia, Britain and France do not go against him.

It is obvious that his proposal is indeed in line with the interests of the five permanent members, who represent the majority in a de facto sense.

The rest of the countries may not accept it and may protest, but the five permanent members all have a veto, and even if dozens of small countries unite, there will be no change to the proposal.

After all, whoever has the bigger fist holds the truth.

Of course, not all Americans can understand Bob's decision.

After returning to the camp, DeAndre went into Bob's room first.

"Come on, you must have something to tell me."

DeAndre put his hands on Bob's desk and pressed his entire body towards him.

"Don't get excited, Principal. This is not my decision alone." Bob leisurely poured a cup of coffee and then pressed the blue button on his desk.

With a humming sound, a magnetic field immediately enveloped the entire room, blocking out all sounds.

After taking anti-eavesdropping measures, Bob took out a file bag from the storage ring and threw it in front of DeAndre.

DeAndre frowned and opened the bag. However, after just a few glances at the documents in the bag, his expression suddenly changed: "The old... messenger?!"

"Remember the S-class accident ten years ago?"

Bob lit up a top-grade Brazilian cigar, puffed on it for a while, and then said leisurely, "The pet summoned by the mysterious ritual is not an emperor-level pet, but a true divine pet named the Old One.

"Principal, you are well-read, so you must know what the Great Old Ones are, right?"

DeAndre said nothing, but took a deep breath.

Of course he knew, after all, this was the culprit that buried an entire era!

Before modern civilization, there were many civilizations in the long history of the Earth.

The process from the birth to the destruction of these civilizations is called an era.

Four eras ago, about 13 million years ago, there was an era called the Age of Terror.

At that time, the Earth was as prosperous as it is now, leaving behind countless relics and secret places all over the world.

But such a brilliant civilization suddenly perished in a very short period of time due to unknown reasons.

The demise of each era has traces to follow, just like the Golden Age that lasted for millions of years, the cause of its demise was a global flood.

Although most traces of that era disappeared under the scouring of floods, in the secret realm of Atlantis, one can still witness the splendor of the Golden Age and understand what kind of force destroyed them.

The only exception is the Age of Terror. Historians have spent many years trying to figure out the cause of its destruction, so many people also call it the Lost Age.

However, hard work pays off, and a mural belonging to the Age of Terror was discovered, and this stone slab recorded the reasons for the destruction of the Age of Terror.

Everything originated from the sudden appearance of a pet called the Old One.

He possesses a huge body that covers the sky and the sun, as well as indescribable extraordinary strength.

Mortals cannot look it in the eye, otherwise they will fall into great madness.

The strong humans united and tried to destroy it, but in the end it was humans themselves who were destroyed.

At the end of the slate, the writer left three sentences with the same meaning, but the handwriting became increasingly chaotic:
“Don’t let Him come!”

“Don’t let Him come!!”

“Don’t let Him come!!!”

DeAndre would never have believed that an era was destroyed by a pet beast if he had not seen the relevant records with his own eyes.

Therefore, he had a particularly deep impression of the Old Ones, and immediately had associations when he saw the words "Old Messenger".

"You mean, the Old Ones are the Old Ones who caused the destruction of the Age of Terror?!"

DeAndre suddenly clenched his fist and almost crushed the document in his hand. The hairs on his back instantly stood up in fear: "Do you know what kind of existence you summoned? You are simply playing with the lives of all mankind!"

"Don't be nervous, Principal." Bob shook off the ash from his cigarette and said calmly, "I am a person who cherishes my life very much. How could I create a creature that I cannot control?

What's more, in the accident that year, the so-called summoning ceremony was just a cover-up, what we actually did was cloning!"

DeAndre became even more angry when he heard this, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "So you cloned a pet that caused the destruction of an era?"

"To be precise, he is the last survivor of a tribe."

DeAndre exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a deep voice: "It was the group of the Old Ones that destroyed the Age of Terror. They destroyed humanity and themselves at the same time.

We found the last egg of the Great Old Ones in the ruins where the tablet was found.

As human beings, we certainly know how dangerous this thing is, so after extracting the genes, we destroy it immediately.

However, the power of the Old Ones is too strong. We couldn't bear to see such a force disappear, so we edited its genes for safety and cloned a castrated version of the Old Ones, the Old Envoys!"

　Two chapters in one!

　　Also, book friends, please stop saying that the author is watery. It really is not watery. The author just wants to write the upcoming Flower-Fruit Mountain chapter in a more detailed way.

　　The following plot will be very exciting, and the author will definitely not let you down!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)