A few minutes ago, the guest room of the Lord's Mansion.
When Brandon asked Verdani to take his two daughters away from him, he took a deep breath, then took off the double blades of order from his waist and placed them on the table in the guest room.
This is a sacred object that has been passed down by the Kaos family for hundreds of years.
Facing these two swords that shimmered with light silver and white, Brandon had a complicated look on his face. He stroked the scabbards of the double-edged swords with gentle and cautious movements.
Although the origin is mysterious, the inheritance of the relics of the sages can be traced. For example, in the books that have long been lost in the flames of war and migration, the history of the very beginning of the Starfall Era is recorded, and there are stories about the relics in them. Records, and the ancestors of the Kaos family left this part of history to their descendants, and Brandon knew it by heart.
About a thousand years ago, the ancestors walked out of their underground shelters in ignorance and confusion. They faced a completely unfamiliar world and a dangerous situation that had completely turned into a wild forest. , faced with the continuous attacks of monsters, the ancestors could only rely on the divine refuge to survive. It was during that time that the relics of the sages were recorded in writing for the first time.
[The first person is Suo, the messenger of the sun. She holds a scepter and has the power to command light and fire. Nansen's beasts retreated in front of the light of the scorching sun, and the dragons in the swamp were turned to ashes by the blazing flames.]
[The second person is 'Da', the incarnation of lightning. He wields double blades with the sharpness and speed to cut through all things. The blood of the Western Mountain Snake Demon flooded the hills, and the ancient dragon's claws were also cut off by it.]
[The third person is 'Yi', the master of the mountains. He stands on the earth and has an immortal body and will. The northern ice dragon was driven to the end of the land, and the giant steel beast was defeated by its fists.]
In a collection of poems praising heroes, there are these three descriptions of the three heroes. It can be easily seen that these are the three relics left in Mycroft's world, the 'Pure White Scepter' and the 'Order'. The original holders of the "Double Blade" and the "Azure Orb" are located in different parts of the world, but they also possess a power that can make people feel at ease and expel all filth.
Today, the pure white scepter in the far south has become the proof of the successive popes of the Church of the Seven Gods in the thousands of years of turmoil, while the double blades of order in the Western Mountains were lost when the Diamond family led a large number of civilians who were unwilling to be oppressed by the Warlock Dynasty to move north. Among the people, it was acquired by the ancestors of the Kaos family who loved collecting antiquities. Due to its special appearance and awakening conditions, the Azure Orb gradually fell into obscurity after its initial glory until the successor of this generation, Radcliffe. The rise of Earl Husband was only rediscovered.
But no matter which one they are, they have accompanied the human race through the baptism of the long river of time and experienced the ups and downs of historical changes. They are not only weapons, but also more than just the inheritance left by the sages. It represents the endless hardships of mankind in conquering nature and disasters, and carries the will of countless sages and heroes.
—What virtues and abilities am I capable of resonating with the twin blades of order and inheriting the true legacy of the sages
Thinking of this, Brandon felt a little wavered in his heart, but this wavering was soon completely suppressed by himself. The swordsman firmly held the hilt of the double-edged sword, and the thick scabbard slowly moved under the push of fighting spirit. It slowly slid away, and finally fell to the ground, revealing a dazzling sword body with double blades that seemed to be condensed by light.
Rather than doubting yourself because of past glory, it is better to take it and create achievements that are unmatched by previous generations. Brandon respects those heroes and sages, but respect and fear are two different things. He never feels that he is worse than any of them. What the swordsman lacks is only time and precipitation. One day, he believes that he will be able to create his own masterpiece. His own great deeds and legends.
"Answer me."
Crossing his two blades on his chest, Brandon closed his eyes, and then, his spirit fell with a crisp sound like broken glass, and fell into a dark environment, while the two blades were also flashing at the same time. In the misty light, two arcs of light submerged into Brandon's body, forming two long rivers of energy flowing in a Möbius ring in his illusion. The silver and white light illuminated the black space.
Being illuminated by the light, Brandon felt incomparable peace and security. It was the power of order, the light that drove away all filth and corruption. The swordsman felt that he had never been so close to the essence of the double blades of order—two rays. The tide of holy light flows in an infinite loop, they flow endlessly in the darkness, and at the end of the intertwining darkness and light, there is a vague figure.
The moment he saw this figure, Brandon's breathing stagnated and his heart beat violently. During the past ten years when he slept with the twin blades of order in his arms, he often dreamed in his dreams. Although the swordsman forgot about this shadow every time he woke up, now all those memories have awakened. The instinct from the inheritor tells Brandon that it is the shadow of the sage. As long as he touches him and communicates with him, he can Now, just like Joshua mastered the Azure Orb, he completely mastered the double blades of order.
The swordsman stepped forward without hesitation. In this spiritual illusion, what was needed to move forward was not physical strength, but firm will. Although Brandon's steps were slow, he was extremely determined, without any retreat or hesitation. As time passed, he got closer and closer to the illusory figure. He saw the shadow of the sage standing at the end of the darkness with his hands behind his back, his back turned to him, as if he was suppressing and sealing something.
Repression? seal
For some reason, these two words suddenly flashed through his mind, and Brandon's heart immediately became on guard. He glanced at the darkness around him, but was shocked to find that with every step he took, there would be traces of ghosts. Black and evil mist rose from the ground. Now, he was only a few steps away from the sage's shadow, but the permeating filthy black air had already occupied most of the illusion space, and even obscured the light of the double blades of order. .
After being shocked, Brandon suddenly discovered that these black mist were not just false existences in the illusion. They were using his body as the source and extending towards the real world. Regarding this, he opened his eyes wide because the swordsman She sensed that a wisp of black mist had assimilated with the surrounding air in Verdani's confused sight, and spread towards her two daughters who had just woken up.
"Damn it! Stop it!"
Without hesitation, he turned around to face the darkness and stopped approaching the shadow of the sage. In the illusion, Brandon clenched his fists and roared, concentrating on restraining the unknown black mist that spilled from his body. Although he doesn't know what the nature of these mists is, the evil and filthy atmosphere cannot be anything good. As a father, the swordsman will never let any of these things touch his child!
This was indeed effective. The black mist stopped for a moment, and then spread ten times slower than before. Brandon's heart was not relieved because Veldani and the children had not left this room yet. In the house, his wife even frowned because of this change, put down the two girls, and prepared to approach him to see the situation.
Leave me alone and leave! Brandon roared loudly in his heart, but it was of no use. He tried his best to control his real body in the illusion and move away, but with little success. This is different from the fact that no one can consciously control his body in a dream. The body is the same thing, and at the moment when Brandon was about to despair, a figure wearing a black trench coat crashed through the wall and appeared in front of him.
It's Joshua. The moment he knew who the visitor was, Brandon's heart finally dropped. Although the guy in front of him had no taste at all as a man and had only worn the same style of clothes for several years, although this man was completely He doesn’t understand the joys of life, but there is no doubt that as a soldier, Joshua is definitely the most trustworthy in times of crisis.
And sure enough, under Brandon's pleased gaze, Joshua moved away Veldani and others who had no idea what to say in just one breath, and then the swordsman looked at the opponent's crisp and clear attack. With one kick and one punch, he was sent flying twenty kilometers away.
It fucking hurts, but great job!
Although technically he was punched and kicked, Brandon still sincerely praised Joshua's decisiveness. Without the restraints, he could calm down and carefully understand the source of the mist, and The reason why it appears in the tradition of sages.
On the other end, Joshua was flying in the air, heading rapidly towards the direction of Brandon, who had been knocked away by him.
Although he didn't know what was going on, he keenly noticed in just a few seconds that the dirty breath flowing out of Brandon was similar to something he was very familiar with - very similar to the aggregation of resentment in life!
Joshua is extremely familiar with this kind of thing, not because of anything else, but because he has almost endless resentment wrapped around him. Hundreds of thousands of soul fragments are wrapped around him, wrapped in the monster's dying wail. On the other hand, tens of thousands of sixth abyss demon curses have recently been added to this ensemble. If a powerful psychic warlock wants to communicate with Joshua's soul, as long as the other party is not a legend, there is no need to In seconds, he will be eroded by these resentments and become insane.
This resentment makes the warrior now have no choice but to suppress his coercion as much as possible. Otherwise, let alone normal communication with ordinary people, wherever he walks, that place will fall into a terrifying realm of despair and madness, and everyone will... They killed each other in fear and fright, or ran away, but even this amount of resentment was far from being compared to the filthy breath flowing out of Brandon's body at this time.
It's like a mountain, the difference is the same as an entire mountain range.
Arriving at the place where Brandon is now, Joshua looked down from the sky. Here was an empty ice field, which was covered with white snow. And among the vast whiteness, there was a dark field that looked like a quagmire. It is spreading rapidly, and all kinds of indescribable and extremely twisted evil phantoms are struggling to crawl out of the boiling black quagmire. Among them is an ancient evil thing made of countless tentacles, arms and legs, with thousands of eyes and mouths, and an octopus-like appearance. A ferocious giant with a head and a huge human-shaped body, and a squirming thing composed of amorphous slime that looked like a nightmare.
These ancient evil creatures, which are just residual resentments and exude a terrifying aura, roar silently in the dark quagmire area, and Brandon's motionless body is in the center of these monsters. The originally shining double blades of order have now been destroyed. Covered in misty darkness, it gradually lost its luster. At this, Joshua took a breath, because he saw a few familiar shadows from those phantoms - dark crystal carapace, and the ferocious appearance of giant insects. The body is none other than the descendant of the Evil God of Famine, the crystal insect Yourmadais! The resentment of these wild gods is rolling around their joints and mouthparts, releasing terrifying pressure. There is no doubt that they all had at least legendary levels of strength during their lifetimes!
There is no need to guess, Joshua can now be sure that although it is unknown why it is hidden in the double blades of order, these overflowing resentments are exactly the remaining part of the saints who killed many evil gods and monsters back then! And those terrifying phantoms are the dependents of many evil gods in the past, and are even part of their bodies!
Knowing this, Joshua dived down without hesitation, ready to help Brandon, but just as he was about to speed up, he stopped again.
Because a familiar yet unfamiliar gentle voice appeared in his mind.
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