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“Unfortunately,” she sighed. “The No. 17 factory was completely destroyed by Lexiabrak in the battle of the gods. The twelve founders created by the ancestors were all in service. No one in the world can really use these relics.”

The Goddess of the war showed a sorrowful color on their faces. But what they regret is not the fate of these relics, but the regret of those powerful companions in the past who have left the world by one by one, leaving them alone. Still fighting alone, and perhaps not knowing when, this last Fire Seed is also extinguished.

Brando swallowed a sigh of relief, and he suddenly asked dryly: “What exactly is the founder, Andrea?”

“Adult, you should know the origins of the Gold race descendant?”

Brando nodded.

“The generation of the Blood of Gold. It is the warrior of the gods. They are the masterpieces of God races. But before the God races, the first generation of God races is the firstmen. In fact, they have already created warrior. They are the first to Everything Marsha created was 14,000 gods, then countless secondary gods, Demigod, but under Demigod, they also created servants.”

“This is the origin of the founder”

“The founders, from the very beginning, are the people who created the World. They are the ancestors of the Matteya people and the prototype of the Planeswalker Laws. In fact, the Planeswalker system itself is a mature product after the failure of the founder plan. Although it has a follow-up plan, Milos and the giants were the beneficiaries of this follow-up plan, but the gods replaced the Titan with the more mature Planeswalker system and the Gold race descendant.”

“But the founders were saved as the strongest force until the death of the gods. They were born in twelve,” Andrea said. “They are the twelve children of Gaia mother. Twelve Titan gods, Cronus, Rhea, Otto Arnos, Quindis, Huperion, Nie Momonet, Iapertos, Clios, Themis, Philippines Bi and Koos.”

“Although there is the thirteenth in the legend, the founder of the all-round form, the founder Eve, but after the destruction of the factory on the 17th, everything became a mystery. The 13th founder never appeared again. Over.”

Brando’s heart jumped up at this time, and he groaned and asked: “Andrea, do you mean the factory number seventeen?”

“At least part of the remote delivery terminal, adults.”

“There are only 12 creators or 13?”

Andrea nodded.

“I have a question, for example,” Brando asked cautiously. “For example, if there are still founders living in the world, what kind of form should they be?”

Andrea thought for a moment before shook his head: “I don’t know, adults, I haven’t seen them, but they are likely to be very different from us. As far as I know they are like real gods, not real creatures. It is a creature driven by ‘Fire Seed’, and every founder has a powerful ‘Fire Seed’.”

“God’s Fire Seed…”

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(ps: The book review area has set up a new moderator, otl, I recently learned the starting point of this new system how to manage the book review area, when I went through that day, I found several applications, but I never knew, I felt an avalanche .)

First Era Yuan 376 years, at the end of the Year of Sword, everything is withered, the winter is coming, when many times have passed, we will remember what happened during this month. On the north side of the Ossom Evergreen Corridor, a small town in the eastern part of Metz, along the frosted mountain road near the town, the dejected people are retreating, and several long teams are lingering in the early winter forest. Coiled, people stepped on the shallow layer of snow and the creak of the creak, silent, row of Knight went over, the bright armor was full, the lance was covered with a gap, the flag was pulled It is full of large and small holes.

Odwig Duke was covered with dust, his hand was hunched back like a chicken claw, and he could not help but tremble. The bare fingers were covered with blue and red frostbite. He could only subconsciously grab the bridle, and he looked at the scene with some sluggishness. As if I have not been able to wake up from that nightmare. Of course, he would rather not wake up, so that he will always be immersed in that dream, let Time settle at the moment of Kirrlutzian’s Knights charge, forever, never wake up.

A few Colossal Dragons flew south to the south. They swept through the hills and brought a gust of wind. They blew the pine forest hua hua, like the people who walked with the meat, looked at the scene with a gaze, but none of them People complained. Kirrlutzian’s emperor son sits on one’s own saddle, motionless, like a puppet, the gray scorpion can’t stop changing colors, as if still recreating the horror of the day.