Vol 3 Chapter 170

Act 170th Destiny Talent

"The system prompts: Source blood matches."

"Repair work begins--"

As Brando felt himself floating in an endless darkness in the midst of drowsiness, a sound seemed to pull him back into his own world.

Then he immediately woke up and felt an unfamiliar force invading himself-but how experienced Brando was, he immediately responded.

That's the blood of God!

How could there be blood of God?

Brando froze a little, but he knew exactly what the invasion of the blood of God was about--the blood of God was now repairing his body, but he would immediately attack his soul. Brando did not dare to neglect, and immediately mobilized his will to fight back, but at this moment the magic was disintegrating from his dying body, and Brando was shocked to find that he was unable to stop at all.

He found that he could only watch the blood of God flow through his whole body, and then gradually extended to his brain and heart.

"Let me go, don't do this!" Brando yelled with gritted teeth, and he saw that the blood of God was about to enter the core area, but at this time, suddenly another voice sounded.

"System prompt: Fate item found nearby-"

"Does it inspire destiny?"

Brando was stunned again. How could there be a fate item nearby, hadn't the golden apple been given to Akane? But what's the point of activating the destiny talent at this time? The destiny talent cannot suppress the power of the blood of God.

But as he hesitated, the voice in his heart changed again.

"Fate talent has inspired."

Brando stopped for a moment, wait, he never chose to accept this **** destiny talent! So what's going on? Has the blood of God invaded his soul?

While he was in shock, the system prompt sounded again:

"The blood at the source matches."

"Inheritance fits."

"Soul meets."

"Inheritance opens-"

Passage on? Brando froze, what is it? What is the source of blood? But he was wondering, and the sight suddenly changed, and Brando was cold and found himself sitting on a cold metal throne.

This fact was obviously not in line with his previous experience. Brando froze slightly, followed by a movement of his fingers, and the metal armrest of the throne responded with a cold touch, making his fingertips unable to hold back slightly.

The cold feeling was transmitted to his thoughts through his nerves, allowing him to calm down and reflect his situation.

"What is this place?"

Brando took a soft breath and suddenly felt a headache. This dark and cold space seemed to give him a sense of suffocation, so he raised his head for the first time to look at this place, and the sight of the heavy vaults, obsidian pillars and the mysterious hall that seemed to stretch to one end infinitely.

No one else--

What is this place?

Brando turned his head back and narrowed his eyes to see the same throne on the far side of the hall, and there seemed to be a man sitting on that throne.

That man was far away from him.

Brando thought at first that this strange set was a reflection of a mirror. He even wondered if this place should be where the player should die? Hades' Hall?

But there doesn't seem to be such a scene in the game.

His doubts continued until the man sitting on the throne said, "Who are you?"

The sound was low but not hoarse, but rather thick. The sound passed through the long distance between the halls and fell into Brando's ears still very clear.

"Who are you?" Brando asked back.

"I?"

The man chuckled. He put a hand on the throne and put his chin on his fist, as if the whole body was tilted to one side: "It's just a fool underneath."

"what?"

Brando frowned, and he frowned slightly. Is this a task? But is there such a scene in the game? He couldn't think of such a scene if he racked his brains.

"All in all, calm down first."

Brando told himself in his heart that he took a soft breath and recalled a similar situation in the game. If this is a task, then it is most important to connect with the other party first.

"I hope it's not a guessing game." Brando slandered and said, "Then ... why are you here?"

He wanted to ask himself why he was here, but then he changed things.

"It would be better to ask why you are here, little one," said the man's voice, without question.

"Me?" Brando froze. "Sorry, I don't know what's going on. After all, after offending a woman, he killed another priest, and then he came here."

He replied somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"So interesting," said the person opposite.

"Yep?"

"Little guy, do you think everyone can come here?" The man rested his fist on his chin, staring casually at Brando, and said, "I think, are you of the golden ethnicity? "

Brando jumped in his heart. Although he didn't know how he came to this place, he had already confirmed that this was definitely a task. He thought about it and replied without hesitation: "Sorry, not even silver."

"Is it a waste?" The man replied.

Brando suffocated and squinted his teeth—not because he was depressed, but because he was too familiar, because he hadn't heard this phrase many times in the past.

In the Sword of Amber, only those truly powerful npcs would call the humans of this era the people of the black iron. For all players, it is almost a black iron family.

"Forget it," the man waved, "I'm asking you, have you touched the seal before you came here?"

"Seal of the seal?" Brando suddenly responded-wasn't it the relic of Fazan the Four Saints? Suddenly he thought of a possibility, and then stunned and stared at the person opposite.

Could this guy be the hero of Fazan?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, since both the Queen of the Wind and the King of Yan left the path of inheritance, it is impossible for the great priest to leave the inheritance in this respect.

"You are ..." Brando asked stupidly, thinking that his luck wasn't so good, and he had inherited one of the other four saints.

In fact, Brando had already thought of the gem of Amman at this time. If he had any chance to contact the mysterious magic items before then, it must be the gem.

There was a flash of light in Brando's mind—he remembered that Otales had said that she felt the gem familiar.

If it is from the same era, then why not familiar?

But what made Brando puzzled was that he suddenly remembered that he had seen Faenzan's relic, the Seal of Seals, once, and that was still in a background introduction to an event on the official website of the Amber Sword. He remembered that relic was a walking stick, how could it suddenly become a gem?

The only thing Brando thought of was that, like the flame scepter of the King of Flames Gilt and the ring of St. Osor's Wind Wind, the seal was also broken into several parts.

That gem happened to be part of the seal.

While he was thinking about it, people on the other side of the hall interrupted his thoughts with a cold hum. "It doesn't matter who I am," the voice replied indifferently, "but you should think of why you are here--"

"Sir," Brando said in a respectful tone. "You mean the gem."

"That's not a gem, it's the seed of fate."

"What did you say?" Brando almost spit out blood when he heard the name. What a joke, is n’t the seed of fate a must-have item to open the talent of fate?

In fact, the seed of destiny is just a collective name, the golden apple is also the seed of destiny, the poem of the goddess is also the seed of destiny, but they correspond to different destiny talents; just like the golden apple corresponds to the whisper of the fairy, the poem of the goddess corresponds to Martha Son, every seed of destiny corresponds to a unique destiny talent.

But what Brando didn't expect was that he had just given Akane the golden apple, one of the top seeds, and he got another seed of fate.

He couldn't help but touch his face subconsciously-when did his luck get so good? He couldn't help but look at Enzan, wondering what seed of fate was that? Wouldn't it be a twin association?

But wait!

He remembered that Faenzan seemed to be the believer of the twin goddesses before his death, and the twin destiny gift of this destiny happened to be the inheritance of the opposite party-the bonus of the guardian of Faenzan.

With this in mind, Brando suddenly asked with bright eyes: "The seed of fate, what kind of fate?"

"Oh?" The person across the hall stunned slightly. "You know the seeds of destiny."

"Yeah," he nodded, "save the next tongue-gray gems carry the destiny below, and those who accept this destiny naturally accept the heritage from the ancient times."

"Ancient heritage?" Brando froze slightly. Shouldn't it be a heritage of fate? The twin goddesses, however, are the destiny twins of Wayne, who control the direction of destiny.

He felt slightly wrong and asked, "So what is the name of this heritage?"

Brando asked this, already asking for the name of the destiny talent.

The other end of the hall was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"'Fool'."

Fool ...

Brando paused, and it felt as if he had punched him in the face-what was it? There are not many types of destiny talents, and there are few excellent ones, but he has never heard of such a fool.

And listening to the name just got worse!

Wouldn't this **** talent reduce human intelligence by a third? Brando could not help but whisper in his heart, he grinned, and immediately subconsciously answered in the game's tone:

"Well, can I refuse to turn on this talent."

But Brando didn't expect his opening, and there was a silence in the hall.

Then the man sneered, "Give up?"

He looked at Brando and shook his head gently: "Little guy, do you know where you are?"

"Position?"

"What's the situation?" He asked back.

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(***: third more, today's last chapter)