Vol 3 Chapter 171

Act 171 The Survivors

"Poorly stupid, why do you think it is the blood of the source?" The mysterious man sneered, as if disdainful to talk to Brando-but full of a kind of merciful mercy: "Death is coming I do n’t know how to cry, it is the common nature of human beings! "

If Brando hadn't listened to this arrogant tone, he would have been too angry to grind his teeth. In fact, he still grinds his teeth and squeezes out a sentence from the gap between his teeth: "You mean the blood of God? It's not that scary yet."

The man said kindly, but said: "The mouth is not right. Usually it is, but with your current physical condition, is there a way to mobilize willpower to suppress it?"

Brando's fingers pressed against the metal throne curled, his fingertips turned slightly white. He exhaled softly to calm himself down, but the man was right, Brando was really nervous now-although it should be a spiritually constructed world-but the truth is that before coming here, the blood of God He is invading his body and even beginning to grasp his will.

The imminent premonition of life and death made his heart pounding, especially after being reminded by the other party.

"So?" Brando asked.

"Let's make a deal."

"transaction?"

"It's rare to wait for someone who can reach this world. Although it is a waste, it doesn't seem to be a normal waste; I don't know how you have the blood of a survivor in your body, but since it is our descendants, let me help you It's not impossible. "

"Wait, legacy? Offspring?" Brando froze, and Faenza said he was their offspring? Doesn't that mean that the blood of the Holy Alliance Novame is still flowing in Brando's body?

Who are these people? The only thing Brando can think of at this moment is his mysterious grandfather, but he is thinking about what is sacred to be connected with both Saint Osor and the Holy Alliance's Holy White Cross and White Lion Empire. I can't help but think of those messy royal relationships.

Or is the Murphy Brando family or a vein of the ancient royal family left over from the War of the Saints?

But it is unlikely that he is not of silver origin.

He thought about it in a mess, and then looked up at the man across the throne and asked, "So what are the conditions?"

"Isn't it clear," said the man with a raised mouth. "It's clear that if you are a survivor, you should understand your mission. My requirements are not complicated. It is enough to accept the talent of the" Fool. "

"It's a legacy again." Brando frowned slightly, wondering what the so-called "legendary's way" was-joining the Great Church? This is obviously impossible.

But the other side said that he only needed to accept the talent of "Fool", which surprised him a little. Obtaining talent is at least a reward according to the understanding in the ‘Amber Sword’. Such a generous exchange condition made him a little alert.

"What is the talent of the so-called" Fool "?" He asked.

The man spread his hands: "In this world, there are tens of millions of talents, derived from blood, race, history." The man changed his posture on the throne and pointed his own chest with his fingers: "but Origin, luck and destiny are like an invisible line that connects everyone and determines the path he takes in his life. "

"You should know what the twins did?"

"It's the twin goddesses ..." Brando slandered in his heart, of course he didn't dare to say that.

"Talent is like a mission. The mission of the 'Fool' is unique. This talent can be named after me, but it is not as superficial as you think," said the man with a low voice: "What is a 'Fool' 'In the future you will naturally understand-as for this ancient talent, the key to unlocking potential-”

He turned sharply: "The" Fool "has seven meanings. The first authority corresponds to Tiamat, the dragon of war outside the sky. Its moral is fanaticism. As for its power, you can realize it for yourself."

Brando looked at him suspiciously: "It sounds good, but what good are you doing?"

"inherited--"

"It's an inheritance again," Brando muttered quietly.

"Oh?" The man across the throne stunned slightly: "It seems you already know some information, but I'm too lazy to lie to you, it's not easy to find someone who can really inherit all of this, at least there are strict restrictions on bloodlines . "

"But don't be too proud of yourself. I can still see death. The waiting time is meaningless to me."

Brando suffocated, and had to take it back to take advantage of the opportunity.

"So do you understand?" The man asked.

"Is this why I don't agree? It's like the temptation of a demon." Brando answered angrily.

"You don't have to test me," the man shook his head, "the devil is my opponent."

Brando stunned: "Are you really Faenza?"

A low laugh came across the throne: "Imagination is rich."

Brando was really upset. He always thought that the other party should be Faenzan, or at least one of the four wise men. "Then who are you?"

The man did not answer him: "Do you not want to know how to open the following six permissions of the fool's talent?"

"You would tell me anyway, wouldn't you?"

"clever."

Brando gnashed his teeth, thinking that this routine is not all in the game, clever.

"Gather as many gray gems as possible. In fact, my soul was sealed in the gray holy stones after my death, but the holy stones were broken during the war, and the gray gems were also torn apart. As long as you find them, you will be enough The full destiny seed of talent. "

"Wait!" Brando couldn't help but stop this time: "You said the gray gem was a fragment of holy stone."

"I said that, didn't I?" The man replied lightly.

Brando listened to this answer and the whole man was stiffened on the throne like a stone statue. He took a breath and looked at the opposite person with a stunned expression.

"You, you ... you are ..."

The man nodded: "The Silver Elf calls me Dan Knolls. I have a monarch named Wing Dark and the Realm in the Witch, but I still prefer the human name of Odin."

"Black, dark dragon ..."

"Afraid?"

Brando swallowed a spit. In fact, the player played a hand with the shadow of the Dark Dragon later in the game, but it was only a projection of residual consciousness, and it was projected onto the sky by the body-that is the game. A story mission, but this is the first time he has seen the human form of the Dark Dragon.

It seems similar to the average human.

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he thought. According to Cruz's epic records, the Dark Dragon is a super demon king, and it is also the kind of dog blood plot dedicated to dominating the entire world.

But now the protagonist of this dog blood drama is in front of him.

This name is probably the one he heard the most besides Martha in the game. He could hear calluses on his ears. It seems to have been used to on weekdays, but the shock when he saw it was unparalleled.

"That won't happen," he answered subconsciously, but immediately responded, "what do you want to do?"

"I'm dead," the Dark Dragon replied, "you should ask what you want to do."

Brando snapped: "Are you really dead?"

The Dark Dragon nodded: "You should understand that what you see is just the message left by my consciousness in the gray gem."

"Damn, how do you like to play this hand," Brando breathed a sigh of relief, and he always looked at the ultimate dragon head of the Dark Dragon as the last boss, but the other party said, He suddenly thought of Tumen.

But thinking of this, he suddenly reacted and asked alertly: "Wait, then, how can you help me deal with the blood of God?"

The Dark Dragon smiled: "Joke, the blood of the source, but in fact, that thing can not take you at all. As a survivor, your origin is much more noble than those messy things-"

"Wait!" Brando took a sip of blood before he could spit it out. "You mean, what you said just now was punching me?"

"That wouldn't be so good, wouldn't you say that the fool's talent is good for you?" The Dark Dragon smiled conspiraciously: "And I'm going to give you a gift."

I go!

Brando froze for a while, and his heart was extremely miserable for a while: "Boss, do you know that you are now in the ranks of the mouse-crossing people in Warnder? Whose heirs can't inherit your destiny talent. Isn't it a dead end to find an accident? "

But the Dark Dragon didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, a hand raised, and a golden light shot into his heart.

"For you, let that hunk woman see what is the true blood of God."

As soon as his words fell, Brando felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest. He took a sigh of cold air, cursing the curse of the **** last big boss before he had time to exit, and was pulled back from the spiritual world by this terrible pain.

At the same time, Andersa was shocked to watch Brando's more and more golden light pouring into the black crystal that stuck in his chest.

Those golden rays of light emerged from Brando's body, as if the golden blood flowing under his skin, was instantly awakened by the blood of the gods injected into his body.

Then these lights wrapped Brando's entire body, forming a huge cocoon of light.

As the cocoons shrink and shrink, the interior becomes brighter and brighter, as if something is coming out of the cocoon at any time.

Andersa stood side by side watching the scene, startled, "The blood of the upper god! The blood of the upper god!" She murmured subconsciously: "The true blood of the upper god!"

"Descendants of the people of God! How is this possible!" She held her breath and couldn't believe her eyes.

But at this moment, the light cocoon suddenly shrank, and Andesa's complexion changed with it—the divine reaction—she raised her head subconsciously, and the invisible divine power was connecting with a constellation above the sky.

"Wait, no good!" Andersa remembered that it wasn't just her strongman who was nearby. Veronica and Grey Sword Master Meister were both near the valley, not including the distance she had seen before It's foggy.

She immediately opened countless vines trying to block this unconscious continuity of divine power, but at this moment, that huge light cocoon suddenly burst.

One step late.

A dazzling golden light has risen to the sky. This dazzling golden beam of light is like a continuous stream of light piercing the sky, separating the clouds and pointing to the seventh constellation above the night.

Dragon of War-Tiamat.

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