"Bishop Daniel, what do you think?"
Outside the villa, the three notaries from before were hiding in the darkness, quietly watching the lights in the villa.
At this time, the envoy of Baron Shawshank, a bachelor named Hahn, leaned slightly and asked: "Can the ceremony... be successful? After all, it has failed so many times."
"This, it's hard to say... After all, it is the power of the legendary knight..."
Daniel shook his head: "Didn't the previous attempts tell us the results? It only accepts the blood of that legendary knight, and the requirements are very high... There are several previous failed examples, but right in front of you!"
The two of them were chatting about these issues, but the other notary next to them smiled awkwardly and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and pretend not to hear a word.
After all, this kind of secret is not something someone like him is qualified to hear.
As everyone knows, Bishop Daniel looked at the villa and had other thoughts in his mind: "According to Torello's letter, there is something wrong with this rune. I hope I will investigate in detail. As everyone knows, this inheritance ceremony is the best test method!"
"The power of legend is enough to distinguish souls deeply! Even if he has a recognized bloodline, if there is something wrong in the soul, he will only be worse off than other heirs!"
"I hope it will succeed. This is not only the hope of the Baron, but other adults are also looking forward to it. The power of the legendary knight who once assisted Archduke Stan to establish the principality!"
At this time, Bachelor Hahn murmured.
"Is war necessary..."
Bishop Daniel knew this well and shook his head.
They knew part of the truth. The Jorah knight did not die of a disease at all, but simply because of a problem with the inheritance!
The family of Knight Jorah is actually just the person in charge of the ceremony. If they start the inheritance rashly, they will inevitably suffer backlash!
The only reason that prompted him to do this was the pressure from the top.
Because of this, Daniel came here after the failure and tried his best to eliminate the impact of the whole thing.
"Once the ritual starts, it must be stopped by the true heir. Otherwise... I'm afraid there will be a more terrifying undead natural disaster... "
Daniel's mood at this time was also very complicated.
I not only hope to investigate the difference between that rune, but also hope to be able to solve everything here.
At this moment, the villa in their eyes suddenly changed.
A layer of dark green flames rose up, like a light curtain, instantly covering the entire villa.
In an instant, the villa and everything around it were hidden in darkness, and no clues could be observed by the outside world.
"here we go… "
Seeing this scene, Daniel and Hahn both lowered their breaths and waited quietly.
…
"This is... a realm? Specious! It's just a weakened barrier..."
Fang Yuan, who was in the villa, naturally noticed something was wrong immediately.
At this time, he was in the study, holding a noble family tree in his hand, flipping through the family emblems and noble coats of arms, and couldn't help but sigh: "Okay... It seems that I underestimated the family of Knight Jorah. After all, it is also the blood of the nobles, and it can even be traced all the way back to one of the founding knights of the Principality of Stan!"
At the beginning, the first generation of Grand Duke Stan relied entirely on the efforts of a group of knights to establish the current principality.
The knights at that time were said to be able to walk in the air and split the earth with a burst of sword energy. They were legends among legends!
"According to the genealogy records, there were seven such knights in total, and they were called the 'Legendary Knights'. They were a force that resounded throughout the continent at that time! And the family of Knight Jorah originated from one of these seven. One person—'Hand of Death' Glendon!"
There are many professional systems in this world, and there is no unified division.
For example, even a fighter who has just condensed the seeds of fighting spirit will definitely be stronger than a senior fighter.
Therefore, it is a joke to broadly classify first-level warriors, first-level fighters, etc.
"As far as fighters are concerned, what I know at this time is that there are only two levels: entry level and attribute fighting spirit... But in the memory of that mage, he can activate attribute fighting spirit, and he is already a high-level fighter, and he can be a defender in the city. Captain or something is easy..."
"Of course, mages are even more powerful. Even the most junior ones are enough to enable one to live a luxurious life like a noble..."
"However, what is interesting is that no matter whether it is a fighter, a mage, or even any other extraordinary profession, at a certain stage, they will undergo strange changes like being completely reborn, and gain powers in similar fields... This type of people is just a handful of mortals. The top strongman—Legend! Known as the existence closest to God..."
In fact, in Fang Yuan's view, this type of legendary powerhouse can also be called a domainer.
The only reason why it cannot be called a god is entirely because the domain is not strong enough, or in other words, it does not have the relationship to condense the priesthood!
Only when the world bestows the authority of the priesthood can those in the realm truly become extraordinary and become gods!
This is the path of true God in this world!
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but glance at his attribute column:
"Name: Lu En (Fang Yuan)
Fine: 3.0 (200)
Chi: 3.0 (200)
God: 5.0 (200)
Occupation: Fighter
Cultivation:? ?
Skill:? ?
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation Skills [Level 6] (Full Level), Fierce Eyes [Level 3], Sealed Body [Ultimate Form]"
"At this time, I really have a long way to go before I can reach the level of a god."
Fang Yuan sat on a chair, drinking slightly cool black tea and rubbing his brows.
"Glenden, the Hand of Death, is a legendary strongman, and he has spread his branches in the Principality of Stan. One of his descendants is the lineage of Knight Jorah!"
"Now it seems that this lineage may still be a direct lineage and has inherited some secrets!"
He looked at the surrounding walls.
At this time, under the influence of some unknown energy, the entire villa was covered with a layer of dark green brilliance. The surrounding world suddenly dimmed, and the shadows seemed to overlap with some unknown plane.
"The power of the domain? It's specious... It's a pseudo-domain at best, but it opens a certain interface and overlaps with another small plane?"
Fang Yuan thought quickly.
Jorah, a little knight, obviously cannot achieve such an ability. The only one who is possible is the Death Hand Glendon.
"Some of the power is left behind, why is it turned on at this time?"
He immediately thought of the misfortune of Knight Jorah and the desolate experiences of several heirs: "Is there some organization and force that has taken a fancy to the power left by Grandon, and is even... preparing to create a 'humanoid weapon'?"
Obviously, there must be conditions for the inheritance of power, and most of them are limited to bloodline.
Therefore, those who coveted it allowed him to arrive here smoothly and accept the inheritance.
"There is no reason not to eat the meat delivered to your door!"
With a smile on his lips, Fang Yuan came to the edge of the wall and stroked the wall with his palms.
A cold and tingling feeling came.
Many dark green colors gathered together, becoming deeper and deeper, and finally a dark cave emerged.
"To be able to fix the magic circle to this point and last it for such a long time, I'm afraid Grandon was not the only one who arranged it back then..."
Fang Yuan took a step forward and disappeared into the cave.
Boom!
The surrounding scene suddenly changed.
This was a bloody battlefield. Many soldiers fell to the ground densely, with blood flowing everywhere.
And a large army holding a red lion flag was engaged in a final confrontation with a group of barbarians.
"The red lion flag, this is the official symbol of the Principality of Stan... And, is this scene the battlefield of the founding battle of the Principality in history?"
Fang Yuan looked at himself and saw that at some point, he had changed into a metal armor and was riding on a tall horse. Opposite him was a group of barbarians with blue camouflage on their faces and bodies, with various weapons, but full of There is a ferocious atmosphere of the barbaric era.
"for freedom!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the opposite camp.
The barbarian army of tens of thousands suddenly launched a noisy charge.
"Cavalry attacks!"
In the same hysterical order, many knights clamped their legs, and their horses flew out like sharp arrows. The knights, who were armed to the teeth and looked like iron cans, raised their knight's spears several meters long. .
Unfortunately, Fang Yuan found that he and the group of knights around him were the spearheads of this group of knights, and were at the forefront of the battlefield!
"charge!"
Boom!
The next moment, two long black lines collided hard, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.
The force of the cavalry charge easily tore apart the formations of ordinary barbarians, but some unlucky ones were swept off their horses and trampled into a pulp.
"Iron Knight... go to hell!"
In front of Fang Yuan, a barbarian giant almost two people tall roared and swung the hammer in his hand.
boom!
One knight and his horse were smashed into pieces, while the other was caught by him and thrown into the sky, falling to death.
After these two unlucky guys died, Fang Yuan immediately faced the pressure from this person.
"This is definitely not an ordinary barbarian!"
Fang Yuan looked solemn.
From the other party, he even felt the aura similar to that of a true saint!
"A legendary strongman among the barbarians?"
Thinking of this, he gave up his spear without hesitation and raised the knight's sword at his waist.
clang!
Almost in the next moment, an iron hammer came through the air. The force of the vibration made him feel that his internal organs were a little displaced. The horse under him even neighed and fell to his knees.
"Glendon!"
From among the knights nearby, several knights rushed over immediately.
"Glendon?!"
Fang Yuan was horrified when he heard this: "I am 'Hand of Death' Glendon? The legendary knight who founded the country?"