O Trono das Maravilhas da Civilização
Máquinas de guerra dos goblins correm pelo campo de batalha, o grito de guerra dos orcs ecoa rompendo os céus, flechas mágicas dos elfos atravessam a torrente de aço, e os canhões pesados dos anões rugem proclamando a justiça do calibre! No caos do campo de batalha, Zhou Xu, vestido com armadura, ignora aqueles que vêm de fora deste mundo e se autodenominam deuses... "Hoje, um deus cairá aqui, juro em nome da minha soberania sobre todas as coisas!" ———————— Linha de separação ———————— Já concluí o romance "Senhor de Todos os Mundos da Civilização". Grupo de leitores 1 (já cheio). Grupo de leitores 2: 922101817
O Trono das Maravilhas da Civilização
The sky above was shrouded in a dim gloom, as though some ancient melancholy had congealed within the clouds, refusing to dissipate. Upon the barren, ruined earth, a primordial chant seemed to coalesce into a ceaseless summons, echoing endlessly in the air...
“Mm...”
Roused from slumber by the distant sounds, Zhou Xu furrowed his brow, consciousness hazy as he slowly opened his eyes.
The very next instant, an utterly unfamiliar sky unfolded before him, filling his face with bewilderment.
Before he could gather his thoughts, an icy chill crept up his back, accompanied by a biting wind that sent him shivering uncontrollably, making him instinctively curl up.
Zhou Xu quickly realized that he was lying stark naked atop an altar constructed of piled stones, strange symbols drawn upon its surface to form a circular array about five meters in diameter.
His expression grew subtly complicated as he gazed at the circle.
At that moment, a chorus of chanting voices rose from the periphery, prompting him to glance up.
What he saw was a desolate, alien landscape, and below the altar, some two or three dozen figures—disheveled and filthy, clad in animal pelts like primitive men—crawled upon the ground.
Upon seeing him sit up, they all raised their arms toward the heavens, kneeling and shouting phrases utterly unintelligible to his ears.
A strange land, a tongue he could not comprehend, a naked body, and this bizarre spectacle—Zhou Xu’s nerves tensed in an instant.
His gaze drifted back to the peculiar ritual circle, and
