Chapter 133

"Yes, millennium." Edgeworth explains, "the last time a wandering behemoth was killed was in April 19365."

"But... I have another guess." He held up the container in his hand and looked at the liquid in the bottle. "I went to the kingdom of Barcelona, the kingdom of Lansu, and the Empire of Arabella, and found that the appearance time of the wandering giant beasts was strange --"

"their appearance time, observation time and killing record time were all concentrated in several time periods, and there was no record of any other time."

The automatic Secretary page in Edgeworth's spiritual sea scrolls to the records he has transcribed, recording only the time and the general record, which makes this more clear.

"There's a gap... A deep sleep?"

"Not deep sleep." Edgeworth shook his head. "I've got speculation. It's about the phantom world. These things have nothing to do with you now. At least when you grow to the level of an official wizard, I'll let you participate in this."

"Let me participate?" Art widens his eyes and points to himself.

"It's good for you." Edgeworth took a look at him. Even the timid wizard would not refuse the matter. After all, the phantom world is related to the future of every wizard. Although it is dangerous to enter the phantom world, at the same time, what can be obtained is not accumulated for hundreds of years.

"I don't care. Do you want to see the memory of the wandering beast?" Edgeworth held up the crystal container in his hand. "The memory of magic objects is different from that of the caster. With the gradual enhancement of the spiritual vortex, the memory of the caster will be transferred to the soul, while the body will not retain the memory. The memory of magic objects and most extraordinary people will be retained in the body and blood, which is the inheritance of memory."

"Do you want to try it? Although the probability is very low, it is possible to obtain blood inheritance when observing the inheritance memory." The tone of the great wizard is full of the smell of bewitchment, and even almost subconsciously uses suggestiveness.

Art thought about it carefully, then asked in a voice:

"is there any danger?"

"Probably not."

"Is there?"

"You can say that."

"How dangerous is it?"

"Faint."

"I'll take it." After a series of inquiries confirming the risk, art nodded.

Edgeworth shook his head. The boy was more cautious than he was: "you boy..."

he didn't tell the truth.

In fact, as a human being, it is very dangerous to accept the memory of demons, but in order to confirm whether art is what he expected, he needs to be verified.

The method of verification is to accept the memory inheritance through the magic blood.

If the other party really is, then the acceptance of the memory of the wandering beast, which is closely related to the phantom world, will not fail. If others are doomed to fail, he will surely succeed.

The fragmentation of the lucky ring can be confirmed before.

Is it a turbulent time again?

Do the fools of the Holy See think they can get rid of it by transforming the Cross Church into a different caster by parasitizing it?

That's stupid.

There was a hint of irony in Edgeworth's heart, but then it turned into sorrow.

As a great wizard of prophecy, he knows more than others.

The spirits who lost their gaze, the abyss and hell of the source of turmoil, the human being as the protagonist of the times, the gradually disappearing human like alien race, and the runaway dragon race....

hehe, after ten thousand years, it will become a praiseworthy epic.

Even if he is the great wizard of five marks prophecy, he can't get rid of it. No, he's just a small character.

Even under the Pope's crown closest to the summit, none of the wizard emperors of various empires, the two king mercenaries who were powerful at that time, the greatest prophet, the future eye, the son of chaos, the mercurial singer who forced the order of mankind and other nations... And the other strong men, none of them could break free from the shackles.

The stronger you are, the harder it is to get out of the cage.

Everyone is a string puppet. The stronger the puppet is, the stronger the string will be.

They can only wait quietly, waiting for the turmoil of the times, waiting to change their fate.

Change fate?

Who can know whether "changing destiny" is the track of fate?

Edgeworth looked at the back of his hand as if there was an invisible silk thread leading to the sky.

I don't know when this sad opera will begin to be performed.

"Aurora Saint son", "twin sage", "eye of Er Ye", "mercenary emperor", "necromancer", "son of the abyss", "curse human form"...

the near life future eye left only these names before he died, and some names were wiped out before he finishedThe drama of a thousand years ago was not the beginning at all. Now, it is....

the tragedy opera called epic. Is this young man one of them?

The ghost player? Eye of the night?

Edgeworth glanced at his broken ring. If he was one of them, the fast guy would take the young man as an apprentice, which can explain...

"art." Edgeworth looks at art. "Take this."

The container in Edgeworth's hand flew to art.

And Yat subconsciously reaches out and grabs it.

"I'll separate the blood of the wandering behemoth inside, and you can try to wrap and penetrate with psionic powers, and try to perceive." Edgeworth's tone was so bland that it sounded as if Yat would never get anything.

"Wrap perception with psionic power..." art frowned, and then he saw the tiny red thread floating out of the container and floating in front of his eyes.

Looking at the blue robed old man 20 meters away, Yat takes a deep breath, and the dark spirit can flow out of the spiritual sea.

The light black spirit can wrap the red blood thread of the hair. At the next moment, a strong abnormal feeling comes.

In an instant, he felt what had changed around him.

Whew -

Yat only felt the vision around him suddenly turned into a vast expanse of white.

He wants to do something, but the body doesn't give any feedback at all -

it's like the main view of a virtual reality game.

Boom -

a huge roar rings in art's ear.

The angle of view rises slowly.

A huge eye that seemed to occupy the whole sky looked down from the white sky.

PS: 120 chapters, some foreshadowing can also be opened - "sad epic".

Some of the characters represented by titles have appeared, which should be easy to guess.

And dig deeper holes at the same time.

(I want to recommend tickets... I feel like I recommend a few tickets... And I make complaints about it by other authors). (:з」∠)_

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