Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg

Chapter 757 Magnificent

Night Watch was recorded in this book

This meant that this name had existed since ancient times.

This made Gerald slightly surprised, but then he felt that it was normal

The Four Ancient Clans came up with the name Night Watch when Elite Ghosts intruded. At that time,

Gerald had not thought so much. Now, it seemed that this was an ancient inheritance.

Gerald continued to read.

Unlike those written by modern people, this writing was generally a summary of several sentences for

only important things without dates

After this paragraph, the next sentence was…

“I have successfully reached the super level. I am in contact with something serious!”

Gerald was speechless.

Night Watch accepted anyone who wanted to join, but only the powerful ones were valued.

However, the following words showed that Night Watch at that time was somewhat similar to the

current

Night Watch. However, they were known by the outside world as one of the biggest forces to maintain

order.

Joining Night Watch was the dream of many young people.

Moreover, in that era, it seemed that to be a top expert was the threshold of joining Night Watch, and

only

super experts were qualified to touch the mysterious stuff.

This made Gerald a little shocked. In that era, how prosperous were martial arts? He could feel it from

this diary and other countless books in the Martial Arts Depository.

Gerald kept flipping through the pages. Squeak quietly lay beside him, not bothering him!

Gerald wanted to understand the ancient era through this diary!

However, the rest were all trivial matters, recording how to carry out missions, whom he killed, and how

many titles he was given.

Gerald had roughly figured out that the owner of this diary was a Roberson, an ancestor of the

Roberson clan, one of the Four Ancient Clans from Myriad Mountains.

After a while, Gerald found that after being a Watchmen for about forty years, the owner had reached

the level of Flame Decay.

As his strength increased, his writing style also changed.

In the beginning, he was a bit reserved. Later, he became arrogant.

After going through about half of it, Gerald found that what was recorded was no longer just two or

three sentences. There were more details.

“Today, I met Lady Phoenix She is really beautiful If I were dozens of years younger, I would definitely

marry

her But suddenly, meteots streaked across the sky They fell from the sky and wreaked havoc in the

ordinary world. I thought it was a good day, but… It was ruined. Countless experts came from nowhere”

“These bastards, do they think highly of themselves? They are so arrogant. They want us to yield. I am

so angry, and so is Emperor Lionel. He raised his sword and killed the negotiator. A war broke out

When he saw this, Gerald was slightly stunned. It seemed that they had also encountered such an

attack in

ancient times!

Moreover, it seemed that the scale of the war at that time was much larger than now!

That was an era with many reaching the level of Flame Decay. The present war was not comparable to

the

war at that time.

“These damn bastards, how can they fly in the sky with things? Ordinary people can’t do anything

about it,

damn it!”

Reading this, Gerald understood that in that era, martial arts were prosperous, but science and

technology might not be developed. Those invaders might have firearms.

Modern firearms could not pierce Elite Ghosts because they wore something like iron. Therefore,

firearms could not cause damage. People in ancient times didn’t have those.

Then the story was suspended.

When the owner recorded it again, there was a sense of helplessness.

“Emperor Lionel said that we might lose. We are fine, but ordinary people are powerless when facing

those iron lumps that can fly and land. Countless lives are passing away. Emperor Lionel calls upon the

experts of the world to fight to death instead of submitting. He intended to launch the decisive battle in

several places.”

Ridiculous…”

“As for the Four Ancient Clans, we’re responsible for logistical support. They asked us to take those

survivors

to hide in the Myriad Mountains. They wanted us to build an underground palace. Damn it, I would

rather die on the battlefield. I will kill those invaders someday!”

The following words seemed to be a little blurry due to the passage of time. It couldn’t be read. Gerald

flipped through a few more pages, and then there were a few more lines.

“Emperor Lionel is a man of men. Unfortunately, we are too far behind. I went out for a trip, and this

world was devastated. Less than two out of ten survived. The situation in the Myriad Mountains is the

same. There is little food. People are suffering from famine. The underground palace is nearing

completion, named Burial Ground.”

“This is our last shelter, and also the tomb of everyone!”

“What will be buried is the Bone of Eternity!”

“Lady Phoenix’s body was brought into the Myriad Mountains. A talented girl died like this. I cried out in

sorrow!”

For some reason, as Gerald flipped through the pages, he felt terrible.

He seemed to see the sorrow of the primordial era. Those people who held cold weapons would rather

die than submit, fighting against the alien civilization to protect their homeland.

Perhaps that civilization was destroyed. After an unknown period, human beings began to reproduce,

and the world developed into what it was now.

The Four Ancient Clans in Myriad Mountains and those who fled here could only get by, isolated from

the rest of the world!

He flipped through the writing. Because it had been too long, there weren’t many useful things in the

second

half.

It roughly recorded the origin of Burial Ground, as well as the reason why there were so many Bones of

Eternity. However, the results of the invasion and who invaded were not recorded.

Almost all the content of the second half had been destroyed. Gerald could only guess about that

magnificent era through these few words.

In the end, Gerald thought of what Hector had said. The universe was vast, and the strong preyed on

the

weak.

Gerald closed the diary. He felt depressed.

He was silent for a long time, and then he put it into his backpack. This belonged to an ancestor of the

Roberson clan. Maybe he could give it back to them!

He let out a breath and looked around the Martial Arts Depository again. He asked Squeak, “Do we

open the

Burial Ground here?”

Squeak shook its head and pointed forward with its little paw, indicating Gerald to follow it.

Gerald nodded and followed behind it, continuing to walk deeper into the palace.