"The so-called chosen people are human beings who are destined to change this country and even directly affect the world process. Or to explain with words you already understand, in fact, they are... the human beings who also have the'mark of God'!"
Just as the three of Su Mu and the others just realized that others had entered the Abyss of Forgotten, a figure that Su Mu was very familiar with in his costume appeared calmly in the sight of the three of Su Mu.
Wearing a simple robe and holding a huge sickle blade.
Undoubtedly, this is exactly the kind of dress he once possessed from the mysterious Te Ao Wu.
The only difference is that the man in front of Su Mu who appeared at this moment specially put on a mask with a crying expression, and strangely claimed to be a dark bard "sorrowful."
However, compared to Teyao's vague remarks, the man named Sad is obviously much more straightforward.
I saw the sorrow that appeared frankly, and at this time he was already bluntly speaking about his purpose:
"The core purpose of our trip is just to confirm... Is it your tutor Lu Xi, or Ileven, who came from the army? Who of them has the true mark of God?"
"As for the reason why I came to find you specially, it is only through this arrangement of the organization, and by the way, it is also in the goal that the organization wants to confirm, plus Te Ao is extremely sure of you."
However, although the tragic words were frank and true, in such a mysterious deserted abyss, they suddenly met the so-called dark bard who was even more mysterious.
Today's Su Mu three people, it is completely impossible for them to relax their vigilance.
At this moment, not only Su Mu had already firmly grasped the hilt of Candle Shadow's sword, but Jerome was also secretly preparing to summon the spiritual resonance of the Overlord's illusion.
Even Yrel, who was guarded by two teammates behind him, was also ready to inspire the cutting cyclone, but also firmly grasped the magic scroll as a backhand.
But with regard to the actions of the three Su Mu, this self-proclaimed sorrowful dark bard, he was not so indifferent to it, as he was disdainful of it at all.
The direction he stared at was just the Forgotten Abyss itself surrounded by the fissures above Su Mu's three people.
It seems that in the endless rifts... something is about to come!
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And it was the sorrow in the abyss, while staring at the abyss in front of him.
Another dark bard at the entrance of the abyss rejoiced, and after allowing Taylor to explain everything about the Chosen, he then added:
"The reason why the dark bard does not exist in the record is because we do not want to exist in the record. The people who can be selected by us are those who can control the entire era, and they can naturally cover up our existence easily. "
"The most important thing now is that we have successfully found the two chosen candidates we need in Longtuo and the Papal States. But as for the one that must exist in the Federation, we still have no way to determine."
"So... I must use the fastest speed and get the answer immediately!"
While Huanyu was talking, she silently lifted the sickle-shaped blade in her hand, and pointed to the place where Lu Xi and Yi Lewen were standing.
It seems that the so-called confirmation in his mouth is not a peaceful enough move.
Then, countless swarms of smashed attacks, at the same time that Huanyu had just mentioned the giant blade, they had already rushed to the place of happiness.
After all, the sharp army that Ileven constructed sharply pierced the dark bard for joy.
The killing air that tears the darkness straight and concentrically pierces the joy that has not yet stepped out of the metal trail, like a wave that drowns everything, and seems to want the joy that comes from the dark, to once again Forced back to the darkness that belongs to him.
But it was just in this huge scene that Ileven had just come into the eyes.
Relying on the keenness of having been in the army for many years, Irvine was subconsciously surprised to... the slightest weirdness hidden in the depths of the front of the army.
So before the counterattack from joy really rises, Ileven has already cast a very certain look at Lu Xi and Taylor.
It signaled that Lu Xi and Taylor and the others must now join this seemingly dominant battle without any hesitation.
However, even with Irvine’s sense of crisis, his arrival cannot be described as untimely.
But the mystery that originated from the pleasure of the dark bard still exceeded Ileven's original expectations.
I saw the joy of holding a huge sickle. Now, instead of summoning any concrete representations of the rules, it is not even the melee role that Ileven expected.
When countless Qi can phantom, they are constantly attacking and killing at the same time.
Happiness, however, under the bursts of spiritual resonance, with the attributeless magic like the small print level, it perfectly wraps itself under the blessing of the not weak and high-level level.
Pure classical magic, ultimate strengthening technique!
And joy, under his self-strengthening, the seemingly unremarkable sickle-shaped giant blade in his hand showed its truly amazing effect in an instant.
Countless Qi Neng phantoms, they just came into contact with the giant blade in front of Huan's crossbar, and they were immediately dragged and torn apart by an unknown force.
Directly collapsed into countless stray Qi Neng, and all gathered in the sickle blade.
The sickle blade in Huanyu's hand unexpectedly possesses the effect of creating a shock energy, and even the messy energy after the shock is dispersed, all forcibly used for a few purposes.
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"The material of that weapon blade is Qi Devouring Demon Iron, and weapons that can be forged with this material are at least Rank 7 or higher, and must not be directly in contact with Qi Energy."
When Lu Xi's voice suddenly fell, Ileven had certainly tried to recall his Qi Hua Qianjun.
However, under this situation, this action is already too late.
After the first strand of Qi could be swallowed by the giant blade in Huan's hand, deep in the bone marrow of the sickle-shaped giant blade, a certain irreversible demon aura had completely awakened.
It is not only the thousands of phantoms that Irvine has not had time to evacuate in the future, but also the power of happiness used to strengthen himself is constantly being taken up by the weapon in his own hands.
With this Qi-chewing blade in his hand, even he himself couldn't control it perfectly.
However, the more powerful and joyful the classical mage could not control the sword-chewing blade in Huan Yu's hand, the more it explained the tyranny of this weapon.
Even compared to the effect of devouring the energy that it shows now, what Eleven cares more about is... Every weapon of rank 7 or higher must have inherent magic or fighting skills like the burning flames of the candle shadow. .
But now that the dark bard is happy, the reason why he wants to gather such a large number of energy.
Then what he tried to cast with the sickle in his hand must be a more outrageous existence than the magic he showed now. ()