My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 283 - 278: Dreaming of the Ancient Past (Three-in-One Big - ) _4

Chapter 283: Chapter 278: Dreaming of the Ancient Past (Three-in-One Big Chapter) _4

Our ancestors, generous!

He understood why the Marco Clan did this. In that era, although the human race had begun to rise, the strength of the Demon Clan still exceeded that of the human race, and there was no possibility of success in directly killing into the Demon Clan’s ancestral land.

The Demon Clan’s Great Dark Heavenly Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice had reached the final stage, needing only seven million tormented souls as offerings. If they were to delay any longer, the human race would truly have no chance.

Perhaps the so-called "rise of the human race’s luck" was a false illusion created by the Demon Clan in order to complete the Great Dark Heavenly Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice and numb the human race!

With this illusion, they could make the human race "endure" and let them harvest seven million tormented souls.

But why did the Marco Clan become losers in the legends of the human race that followed, and this long-lost, tragic history was buried?

In an instant, Owen Bertram understood: the human race’s luck was postponed for nine hundred years.

It must have been during these nine hundred years that the truth was lost. Many people in the human race were actually resentful and even hateful of the Marco Clan in their hearts.

To this day, there isn’t a single Marco Clan temple in the entire human territory, which proves this point.

Although Owen Bertram was very rational before and didn’t resent the Marco Clan, when Fuller Gavin, such a wicked demon, loudly mocked the human race’s stupidity, squandered their chance, and postponed the rise of their luck for nine hundred years—Owen’s heart was still very uncomfortable, and it was an irrefutable kind of discomfort.

But now, he understood completely: it’s you who are fools!

And you’ve been fooled until now, not even knowing what great feats our ancestors accomplished! And your Demon Clan lost something in the process!

"Wait, after defeating the Nine Witch Demon Court, I will sort out the historical records and clear the names of our clan’s nineteen heroes!"

On the other hand, Owen Bertram was also curious about one thing: How did the human race find out about the top-secret Great Dark Heavenly Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice?

From the conversation between Ming Solomon and the Marco Clan, it seemed that there was a traitor within the Demon Clan. Who was it?

Owen Bertram wasn’t surprised by this "dream" of his, just like Calvin, after touching the dark red rock, he would be pulled into the dream.

"That huge rock was the heart of the Marco Clan back then!" Owen Bertram had a moment of enlightenment. The Lava Lake was the hot blood of the Marco Clan back then, and the Divine Spirit Water was also a part of the remains that had transformed.

However, the Frost Sand Crystal was the product of Ming Solomon’s resentment and natural purification.

The Marco Clan did not die, Ming Solomon died.

The Marco Clan was too powerful, and their remains had maintained some mysterious connections after millions of years, although they had already transformed into different objects.

The dark red rock could maintain some connection with the magma, causing the tides to rise and fall like a beating heart. It seems that there are connections with other parts as well.

Following this rock, they should be able to find all the treasure mines transformed from the remains.

But Owen Bertram didn’t want to mine them anymore—that was a heavy legacy, and Owen Bertram didn’t want to measure it with money. It would be better to follow the ancient obsession in the dark red rock and leave all these legacies to Calvin.

There are no residual souls in the remains, only obsessions.

However, the wool left by Ming Solomon—those Frost Sand Crystals must be dug out, and it would be a waste not to dig them out.

Outside the window, the sky was already bright, and Owen Bertram got up, his mood still unsettled for a long time.

It wasn’t until noon that Owen Bertram suddenly felt something strange, feeling that something was amiss. After making a self-check, he found that there was a problem on the Lord’s side.

A certain old lady who was often forgotten was frantically urging the Communication Talisman last night!

Owen Bertram shrank his neck: He had been busy with Calvin’s affairs last night, and although he felt that there was some "movement" on the Lord’s side, he didn’t pay much attention to it.

At this time, the Ghost Zone was hidden, and the Ghost Market was deserted. At this time, the Bat Taoist would always go to drink with Butcher Maxwell.

The Lord sat up from his coffin and opened Sophia’s Communication Talisman:

"You old pervert! I’m going to be killed by you again!"

"It’s not that I always want to scold you, but you really...are killing me. From now on, if I ever accept any more of your business, I’ll take your last name!"

"A family from the same place, no matter how strong their foundation, would be considered good with a Fourth Great Realm on their side. But why is there a Fifth Great Realm in your power?"

"Answer me quickly!"

"I’m stuck in Lifeless Gorge, and I won’t last long. Hurry up and figure something out!"

"Old pervert, let me tell you, the depth of the Harrison Clan’s waters is much deeper than you imagined. I’ve already found the clue, hurry up and rescue me, or else you won’t know anything!"

"Old pervert..."

The last news only had a beginning, and it seemed to be interrupted by some sudden change.</p