"Sword of Judgment" Mu Jia's voice was like small knives piercing his heart mercilessly. Ryan, who was thrown to the ground by someone as a gift, suddenly turned pale. He raised his head in disbelief, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "How is it possible?!"
In the world that Muga looked at with a frown, he tremblingly said with almost twelve cents of hope: "Master Muga, this is the remnant of the sinful king, a blasphemer who blasphemed the Dragon God, How can you be the Holy Son of the temple? Don't be fooled by his tricks... "
Mu Jia looked at him sullenly: "Shut up."
The moment the words came out, everyone felt that there was a flash in front of them, and the two-handed broadsword that had been inserted quietly in front of him seemed to be pulled out in an instant, and it directly lifted the half of Ryan who had just climbed up. The new heavy weight fell to the ground, let out a muffled grunt, and lay dead.
He withdrew his hand, and the blade was inserted back into the ground again. The movements are swift and dexterous. It is hard to imagine that such a heavy sword can swing like the wind. This hand alone is enough to see his strength.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene.
Everything just happened so fast that people couldn't react at all. If it wasn't for the fact that Ryan's cheek was swollen when he was slapped, and blood was spat out on the ground together with a tooth, many people would have thought in a trance that they had read it wrong, and that the two-handed broadsword had been safe all along. The ones stayed where they were, never moved? An inch
Mu Jia still had a blank expression on his face, as if he just slapped a noisy fly, and turned to the young man in front of him: "Your Highness, don't blame me. Although this gift is too simple, the Pope Your Excellency thought His Highness would like it, so he ordered me to deliver it in person. If this person hadn't taken the initiative to report it, I wouldn't have found you so soon... "
Facing the low profile and respectful attitude of the Sword of Judgment, the young man blinked his eyes, and the golden light seemed to flow out of it. The doubts in his eyes were almost overflowing, as if he didn't understand what happened: "Holy Son? But my identity is..."
"Of course you are the holy son of the temple." Mu Jia's tone that could not be refuted was very firm. He tried to put on a smile on his face, and said in a pious tone, "This is the will of my God, the will of the temple, and also the destiny. return."
While speaking like this, this saint-level figure standing at the top of the world has already stepped forward, pulled out the two-handed broadsword in his hand, and held the sword horizontally with both hands, holding it in front of the young man. This is the gesture of entrusting one's life to a monarch or aristocrat since the time of Arthur.
The judges who followed behind him lowered their heads neatly and made exactly the same gestures.
"We have come here following the will of the Dragon God, and we want to welcome back the Holy Son, and crown His Highness in the holy city of Heilbert."
For a moment, everyone's eyes seemed to be on the young man who stood there blankly, looking a little at a loss. His golden hair was scattered on the snow-white robe, and his handsome face showed a bit of shock, obviously he was very surprised by this sudden "attack".
Even so, it did not damage the pure, vast, and extremely brilliant divine aura in his body.
"Ah this..."
The few reincarnations who came out after a step were already stunned. Looking at this scene incomprehensibly.
Just now, they ran out in a hurry, full of plans on how to save the children of the world.
Before, seeing that the children of the world couldn't be persuaded to come to see the sword of judgment for the sake of the members of the truth seminar, it was no different from voluntarily sending them to death. Everything was wasted in vain, so I had no choice but to follow.
But the three of them, who are quite self-aware of their own strength, know that they are absolutely impossible? They are the opponents of the world's top powerhouses, and they have no confidence in this. The only thing that can be done is to use special props to lead the child of the world to escape before he is about to die.
It was precisely because they were discussing the escape plan later that these people came a step later, a beat slower.
The moment they rushed out, their gazes accurately found the Son of the World and the Sword of Judgment standing in front of him. From their perspective, they could only see the sword of Judgment Mu Jia bent down and pulled out his hands on the ground. Broadsword.
——With the distance between the two and Mu Jia's profound strength, seeing that a single sword could kill the child of the world, and they had no time to rescue him.
At this moment, several people were horrified beyond words. He could only secretly hate himself for being too slow, and at the same time sighed deeply in his heart, feeling deep regret and helplessness for the child of the world who insisted on being brave.
-as expected?!
—Even if you are the son of the world full of the protagonist's aura, you still have to pay attention to the basic method of upgrading step by step! The role of the temple judge is obviously a big boss in the late stage that can only be touched after gaining enough reputation, and the rookie village wants to subdue this kind of person. How is this possible
—It's going to be cold now, isn't it? Not only is it cold, but even our investment has to be wiped out? The water is gone...
-Eh? Ehhhhh? ?
Before the sigh was over, the eyes of the three reincarnated people went round, and then they opened wider and wider.
They watched the vicious "Sword of Judgment" bow respectfully, lowered his head, and showed a gesture of loyalty and submission in front of the young man. Almost suspected that he was dreaming.
Listening to Mu Jia respectfully inviting the Holy Son to return to the temple, the expressions on the faces of the three became even more astonished and confused.
They looked at each other, and directly knocked out the n escape plans in their minds. For a while, they were filled with regret that "there is no use for heroes", and at the same time, they felt sincere admiration for the young man in front of him.
In those previous eras? The main characters, who didn’t they struggle one by one? As you go up, more and more people gather around you, showing the courage and ability to save the world, and finally you get the Holy Temple and the King’s Palace. The approval of the top-level forces of the same class, so that he has the qualification to temporarily mobilize the two major forces
And this one? Coming up is the guidance of the gods, and the destiny belongs to it, and it is directly appointed by the whole world
—The son of the world, is he so terrifying? !
Amidst the shock and bewilderment, several people turned their expectant and curious eyes to the young man, eager to know his answer.
At this moment, a thunderous voice full of anger came from the distant sky, but it exploded in everyone's ears very clearly: "Mujia!"
Along with the sound came a sharp light that pierced the sky like a meteor.
The world in front of everyone seemed to be instantly illuminated by this ray of light, leaving only white light in their eyes. In the white light, there seemed to be a mass of flowing fire descending from the sky, and even the air seemed to be distorted by the burning.
When the illusion disappeared at this moment, they saw that Mujia, the sword of judgment, raised his hand at some point. He lifted his two-handed broadsword, held it with a "clank", and shot through the air, like a falling flame. A pitch-black spear.
His whole figure also stepped back several steps towards? A series of cracks spread out on the ground under his feet.
At the same time, a black shadow repeatedly stepped in mid-air several times, and rushed towards this direction quickly, leaving only a series of afterimages behind, and then followed the spear. The outstretched arm of this person naturally caught the long spear that was forced back, turned it lightly, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground. He held his head high, and cast his extremely sharp eyes on the "Sword of Judgment".
This is a black knight in black armor.
He stood in front of the young man immediately, and vaguely protected the young man who looked innocent and dazed behind him, looking at Mu Jia with suppressed anger in his eyes.
"—What do you want to do with the candidates for the palace?"
Looking at his appearance of defending his shortcomings without knowing anything, Mu Jia had a blank expression on his face, not wanting to leak the news of the Holy Son to the Wang Dian, who was at odds with them: "This matter has nothing to do with you, Gattuso .There are so many blood descendants of the Sin King, do you want to take care of each of them?"
Gattuso Yuli, the master of the palace, is also a character who can fight Muga between the trials without losing the wind.
His intrusion made Mu Jia quite troubled, and he was also very puzzled. After all, although Wang Dian said he was willing to protect the blood of the sinful king, those people took the initiative to find Wang Dian, but I never heard that the master of Wang Dian would come to find someone in person.
The black knight laughed, and his tone was a little rascal: "I don't care about other people, but I can really let Judgment Sword come and arrest them personally, I really can take care of them."
Not long ago, I accidentally learned from the dark lines I had personally developed for many years that the blood of a sin king was discovered in the temple, and that the "Sword of Judgment" Mujia actually dispatched himself. He was keenly aware that there was definitely something unusual in it, and he must not let the temple succeed easily.
He blocked the young man behind him tightly, and raised the spear in his hand obliquely: "Anyway, you can't take him away, this is our candidate for the palace."
"I'm here to welcome the Holy Son, when do I need the palace's consent?"
Mu Jia was so annoyed by his nonsense, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked at him coldly.
"Holy, Holy Son?" Gattuso was dumbfounded, looked at Mu Jia who looked serious, and then looked back at the innocent boy, "Are you serious?"
No one knew better than him the Temple's disgust for the blood of the Sin King. Absolutely impossible? Let a sin king's blood be the son of God. Even more impossible? Joking about things like the Holy Son. He took a step back in embarrassment, took out a crystal ball from the storage ring, and murmured embarrassingly: "It seems that I made a mistake..."
Just as he was about to tell them to continue and leave him alone, his eyes suddenly froze, and his whole body remained motionless.
I saw the blood mist surging in the crystal ball, and it was dyed a ruby-like color in a very short period of time.
"No, that's not right!" Gattuso's retreating steps stopped, he turned his head little by little, his eyes fixed on the young man's face, "It's the blood of the Sin King! And the blood is so strong The degree of atavistic awakening!"
There was a deep ecstasy in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected such an unexpected harvest at all.
Immediately afterwards, the person took back the footsteps that he had just retreated, and covered him up very aggressively, as if he was afraid of being snatched away by someone.
He looked at Mu Jia with incomparable surprise, and raised the crystal ball: "This kind of blood concentration...you say you are the Son of the Temple? What are you kidding?! This should be our palace The long-awaited new king!"
Having said that, his surprised eyes turned into intense vigilance again, and all the truth seemed to be seen through in his eyes.
...Could it be that the old boy Mu Jia knew the truth a long time ago, and deliberately came to capture the new? Wang Ba they had been looking for for many years? It's just that he didn't expect that he would arrive in time, and this person would not hesitate to make up such nonsense as the Holy Son... Everything is to prevent the rise of the palace of the king?? ?
Brainstorming here, he took a breath? Cool air.
... too insidious, too insidious. Really too insidious. I thought you were the righteous sword of judgment, but I didn't expect you to be such an old bastard? !
Gattuso is not well. They can't wait to turn into evil dragons guarding treasures, and quickly surround the new king they finally found, without leaking a single gap, so as not to be coveted by some people.
Muga: "???"
He didn't expect such a coincidence to exist in the world. He carefully looked at the crystal ball that wasn't a fake, and then looked at #你的谈谈has been? I see through ##像想你是这个人# Master? Gattuso, the blue veins on his forehead couldn't help beating.
If you just want people from the Truth Seminar, everything is very simple, but Wang Dian also participated in the competition...
... Now... I'm in trouble.
During the confrontation between the two, the four guardians of the palace finally arrived with the other knights of the palace, and they looked at each other in dismay with the many judges present, and the situation suddenly fell into a stalemate.
And the third party present, members of the Truth Seminar who should have been crusaded by the palace and the temple on weekdays, have become outright melon eaters.
They happily ate the melon, their eyes swept from side to side, and finally fell on the young man who was being scrambled by both sides. Have they reacted? Come—
This is the person whom the Pope personally confessed. Seeing him is like seeing the Pope's distinguished guest. If the Pope is not around, they just watch the other party being taken away, and when the Pope reappears, how should they explain
Fortunately, the person at the center of the incident seemed to understand their embarrassment, and finally took the initiative to stand up.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to go anywhere just yet."
The young man's clear and mellow voice reveals a hint of apology, which blows over everyone's ears like a breeze.
He took a step forward and met the eyes of the two saint-level figures, but he didn't seem to feel any pressure, and he still smiled and said calmly:
"I am very grateful to you two for your kindness, but before? I was in an accident, and it was the Truth Seminar who extended a helping hand. This is what made me what I am today. I have promised that His Holiness the Pope will stay in the Truth Seminar for the time being. Here with him? Living out our shared goals."
What he said really caught people off guard and shocked him.
A rising? Not long ago, a small cult, and a long-established? Great powers such as the Temple and the Palace of Kings? Everyone knows which side to choose, right? What's more, most of the cults are the targets of the temple to be exterminated, but the holy son appointed by the temple wants to join the cult instead? Is this too much? Ridiculous.
But looking at the boy's pure eyes, no matter who? It is difficult for anyone to have a bad guess about him.
Such a person with extremely pure divinity is simply the embodiment of light. If he really went astray...the only possibility? Someone bewitched him.
At this moment, no matter whether it was Mujia, the sword of judgment, or Gattuso, the master of the palace, a person appeared in his mind—the Pope of the Truth Seminar.
Just like a parent who has discovered a bad child who has spoiled their own good child, but kept calm, the two looked at each other tacitly, and put all the previous disputes behind them, temporarily having a common imaginary enemy.
They suddenly calmed down: "We were too anxious. Things happened too much? Suddenly? It's right for His Highness to be confused for a while. We are willing to wait and give Your Highness a few more days to think about it..."
Suddenly? The two people who became reasonable tried to squeeze out more reasonable smiles.
"Oh, there is also the Pope of the Truth Seminar who saved His Highness. We would like to meet him and express our gratitude to him in person. Moreover, the Truth Seminar seems to be different from other cults. For the Pope and His Highness We are also very interested in the common goals reached.”
At this moment, a person who has never shown up seems to be the focus of everyone's attention.
It is very clear what the two of them really thought. But of course he as Asa Ancher? Didn't understand. He just showed a happy smile and enthusiastically kept the two groups of people together as guests.
In the boy's pupils, which seemed to be brewing with bright golden sunlight, a faint darkness quietly emerged and then dissipated.
Before those two noticed it?, he had returned to what Asa Ancher should have been.
The arc of the boy's lips slowly curved.
The smile on his face was bright and pure.
... Before I knew it, I seemed to have accomplished a remarkable miracle. At the same time, he got to the top of the favor value list of the temple and the palace of the king, and also achieved the feat of raising the hatred value of the two major forces of the temple and the palace of the king in one fell swoop
No way, my own conditions are really good. A body with the blood of the Sin King, and the favor of the world obtained by sacrificing to the evil gods, can save any believer at will? Save the descendants of the Red King, but also? Harvest the devil's seed by the way, and avenge the original body? Just harvest Blood of the Dragon God... so many conditions come together? How difficult is it to manually create a child of the world
As for the world consciousness that has fallen into silence, why is it still possible? The incarnation of the dragon god sent down a vague and directional oracle to the temple... Of course? Do you communicate with each other, and even deliberately do something to the world consciousness of a certain world? The son of the world of "surgery", did something wrong.
Have you even done surgery on the world consciousness, directly modifying the basic rules of a world? Then, through the connection you established with this world when you sacrificed to the evil god, you can quietly put on the world consciousness, or the vest of the dragon god. How difficult is it to make a vague oracle
The Ryan who was quietly let go by him was just a guide who was not thrown to the temple.
He is well versed in the mysteries of being a god stick. If a god talks a lot of nonsense, and the direction is too clear, even who the Holy Son is and where to find the Holy Son, it is completely unqualified. In the future, if outsiders from the True God Sect who have seen the world know about it, they might guess that there is something wrong with this "Dragon God".
So, he let Ryan go to the temple, and then told the Pope with an oracle that this man would help them find the Son.
When the sword of judgment came before Yuan Buwei, and realized the favor of the world and divine aura in him, everything would be natural? Then it went according to Yuan Buwei's plan.
If it is said that the only thing beyond the original expectation is that Gattuso certified the blood concentration on the spot. But after Yuan was not surprised, he immediately guessed that it had something to do with that drop of Dragon God's blood. The so-called blood concentration of the sin king's blood originally refers to the power of the dragon god contained in the blood. The drop of Dragon God's blood on his body has a trace of original aura, so naturally it was sensed by the crystal ball.
From this point of view, he seems to have saved the plan to use this body's identity to use the palace as a tool man in the future.
Not only that, but there seems to be a windfall...
The originally indifferent eyes turned to the team of Wang Dian calmly.
Long before? When they first arrived, Yuan Buwei had already sensed the aura of many outsiders. This breath is too familiar to him.
... This is really... Compared to the holy palace, the palace of the king has been placed like a sieve.
Realizing that those people have been paying attention to him intentionally or not, Yuan Buwei's heart is about to move.
...Could it be that... this is a new wave of tool people who proactively come to your door