"Disciple, you're finally here. Sob, sob, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Lei Luo looked at the old man who was hugging his leg and crying bitterly. He felt a little sad. What was going on? He had originally planned to ask about the ancient magic ruins, but who knew that this old man had been hugging his leg and calling him his disciple. Lei Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Old man, get up first. I'm not your disciple."

"No, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"No, you are..."

The veins on Lei Luo's forehead bulged. He wanted to kick the old man away, but there was nothing he could do. He was like a maggot attached to his body, and he could not be shaken off no matter what he did.

The God's Time" in his hand flew out and stuck to the old man's forehead. It flickered with a unique white light and woke the old man up as if he was breathing rhythmically.

Lei Luo was also a little shocked when he saw the old man resonate with the God's Time. After all, no matter how he tried before, it was useless. However, once he arrived here, it was as if it had been resurrected.

After waiting for a moment, the robe on the old man's body flickered with a faint light. At the same time, his eyes opened, and he looked at Lei Luo with a look of vicissitudes.

The old man hesitated for a moment and asked Lei Luo with a tone of disbelief, "You are the owner of the God's Time?"

"Old man, this was given to me by my teacher. It should be considered mine."

The old man sized up Lei Luo again, as if he was looking at a peerless freak.

"Impossible. This is clearly the physique of a Dharma God. Could it be that the second son has been reborn?"

As he mumbled, his hands quickly formed hand seals. Lei Luo was dazzled by what he saw. This large hall seemed to be "alive" as it began to distort and transform. Gradually, the surroundings of the large hall began to become bright, and only then did Lei Luo clearly see the mech in the middle.

The curved body of the mech and the savage back armor all displayed the unique sense of power of this mech. At the same time, the small parts such as the fingers and eyes were very fine and elegant. Lei Luo had never seen barbarism and elegance so cleverly combined. Even though the body of the mech carried traces of ancient times, it still could not hide its domineering aura.

A blue light shone from the mech onto Lei Luo's eyes. Lei Luo felt that it was like a part of his body. The old man did not stop him and only silently watched all of this happen.

This was not Lei Luo's illusion. That mecha had really started to move together with Lei Luo. First, his fingers gently trembled along with Lei Luo's hands. Then, the chest of the mecha rose and fell slightly, just like Lei Luo's heartbeat. The mecha in front of him was a living thing!

Lei Luo only had this thought in his heart. He did not know what was driving him. He stood up, and as the mecha rumbled, it moved along with the chains on the pillars in the hall.

He extended his hand forward, and Lei Luo's palm faced the palm of the mech. Although this mecha was restrained, he still half-knelt and pressed his palm against Lei Luo's. He saw the struggle and pain of this mech. Every part of his mech was roaring, wanting to break free from the restraint.

After feeling these emotions. Lei Luo was blinded by the white light of the mech's disappearance. However, when he opened his eyes again, the mech had already disappeared. Only the blade of a long sword was left. Even if Lei Luo held onto the blade of the sword, he would not be able to feel the sharpness of the sword. It was as if this sword had never been sharpened before.

With doubt, Lei Luo turned his head to look at the old man. He knew that the old man would definitely give him an answer.

He did not know where the old man had found the table. In just a moment, a stone table and two stone benches appeared in front of Lei Luo.

The two of them sat opposite each other. The old man opened his mouth to break the silence.

"My name is Aristotle. You can treat me as the previous pilot of this mech."

Aristotle paused, as if wanting to ask Lei Luo a question. However, Lei Luo only took out a cup of water from the space and poured it for himself.

"This mech is part of the deity-made equipment, the 'War God' You can call it the 'Space of God.' The so-called deity-made equipment can be regarded as the highest symbol of wisdom in our ancient Magic Empire."

Aristotle saw that Lei Luo did not intend to pay attention to him, so he could only continue speaking according to his own words.

"Since you have already come here, then you are the candidate chosen by the princess, right?"

Lei Luo raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he had heard of this matter. Wasn't he informed by Kronin? What 'Princess'? It seemed that there were many things that he did not know.

"How did the ancient Magic Empire disappear overnight? Was it really punished by God? Or was it caused by the development of Forbidden Magic?"

Lei Luo asked the question that he was most concerned about. This was too strange. How could a huge empire disappear overnight without a trace? Moreover, logically speaking, if the ancient Magic Empire still existed now, then the senate would have nothing to do with it.

"B*stard! Who said that? Why would God punish us? This is the reason why the gate to the demon world opened. Most of the people died in the war against the demon world, including a few well-known supermages."

Aristotle breathed heavily and angrily slammed the table. It had been too long since he had been so agitated. He did not expect that the people outside would say such a thing about the ancient magic empire that protected them. Could it be that there was not a single mage who left behind the correct message?

Looking a little restless, Aristotle stood up and paced around in front of Lei Luo. He did not know why he was so flustered when he heard this news. It was as if there was some news that he still did not know about.

He said to Lei Luo, "Your current magic level is too low. It is not enough to control the 'Space of God.' Give this mech a name. Since it has chosen you, do not let it down. Go and learn magic first."

Not caring about how to reply, Lei Luo waved his loose robe and disappeared into a large hole, accompanied by the blade and cross.

"I forgot to tell him that the cross is the key to the blade, but it shouldn't be a problem. Looks like that kid isn't a fool."

Aristotle was just about to contact an acquaintance to understand the current situation when a beautiful figure floated in front of him from outside.

There was no expression on her beautiful face as she said to Aristotle, "Lord chief mage of the palace, now is not the time for you to chat. The seal on the gate of the demon world has begun to loosen."

Aristotle was just about to start the ultra-long-distance teleportation when he heard this cold voice. He turned around and knelt down to say to the beautiful figure, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I should have woken up earlier."

His apologetic voice was a little shaky. Along with his sobbing voice, he saw that the princess, who was once a country-toppling beauty, could only rely on magic tools. This was a form of torture for him.

"Stop talking, Aristotle. This is our choice, isn't it?"