"Poorly stupid, why do you think it is the blood of the source?" The mysterious man sneered, and muttered to himself as if disdain to talk to Brando-but filled with a kind of merciful pity: "The death will come. I don't know how to shed tears, it is the commonality of human beings!"
If Brando hadn't been used to this arrogant tone, he would have been so angry that he could not help grinding his teeth. In fact, he still grinds his teeth, and squeezes a word from his teeth: "You mean the blood of God? It's not terrible yet, right."
The man gave a gratitude, but said: "The mouth is wrong. It is usually the case, but with your current physical condition, is there a way to mobilize willpower to suppress it?"
Brando curled his fingers on the metal throne, and their fingertips were slightly whitish. He breathed out gently to calm himself down, but the man was right, Brando is indeed very nervous now—although this should be a spiritually constructed world—but the fact is that before coming here, the blood of God is invading. His body even began to master his will.
The premonition that life and death was imminent made his heart pounding, especially after being reminded by the other party.
"So?" Brando asked.
"Come and make a deal."
"trade?"
"It's rare to wait for someone who can come into contact with this world. Although it is a trash, it does not look like a normal trash; I don't know how you can have the blood of the survivors in your body, but since it is our descendant, I can help you. It's not impossible."
"Wait, survivors? Offspring?" Brando was taken aback, and Faenza said he was their offspring? Doesn't it mean that Brando's body is still flowing with the blood of the sacred alliance Novame
Who are these people? The only thing Brando can think of at this moment is his mysterious grandfather, but he is wondering where the sacred talent is not only connected with Saint Osor, but also with the Saint White Cross and White Lion Empire of the Holy Alliance, Bran For a while, I couldn't help but think of those messy royal relationships.
Or is it possible that the Brando family is still a legacy of the ancient royal family from the era of the War of the Saints
But it is unlikely that he is not of silver ethnicity.
He thought about it all in a mess, then looked up at the man across from the throne and asked, "So, what are the conditions?"
"Isn't it very clear?" The corner of the man's mouth raised: "Once you are a survivor, you should understand your mission. My requirements are not complicated. Just accept the talent of the Fool."
"It's the survivor again." Brando frowned slightly. What he wondered was the so-called'path of the survivor'-joining the Great Sanctuary? This is obviously impossible.
But the other party said that he only needs to accept the talent of the Fool, which surprised him a bit. Obtaining talent is at least a reward according to the understanding of the "Amber Sword". Such a generous exchange condition made him a little alert.
"What is the so-called talent of the Fool?" he asked.
The man spread his hand: "In this world, there are thousands of talents, derived from blood, race, and history." The man changed his posture on the throne and pointed his chest with a finger: "But Origin, opportunity and destiny are like invisible lines that connect everyone and determine the path he will take in his life."
"You should know what the twins do?"
"It's the twin goddess..." Brando slandered in his heart, of course he didn't dare to say this.
"A talent is like a mission. The mission of the Fool is unique. This talent can be said to be named after me, but it is not as superficial as you think," the man said in a low voice: "As for what is the Fool ', you will naturally understand in the future—as for this ancient talent, it is the key to unlocking potential—"
He changed his words: "The Fool has seven meanings. The first level of authority corresponds to Tiamat, the war dragon outside the sky. Its implied meaning is fanaticism. As for its power, you can experience it yourself."
Brando looked at him suspiciously: "Sounds good, but what good do you do?"
"inherited-"
"Inheritance again." Brando whispered.
"Oh?" The person opposite the throne was startled slightly: "It seems that you already know some information, but I don't bother to lie to you. It's not easy to find someone who can inherit all of this, at least there are strict pedigree restrictions. ."
"But don't get too proud of it too early. I can still die. The waiting time doesn't make much sense to me."
Brando was suffocated when he heard the words, and was about to take the opportunity to raise conditions and had to take it back.
"So do you understand?" the man asked.
"Is it because I don't agree? It's like a demon's temptation." Brando replied badly.
"You don't have to test me," the man shook his head: "The devil is my enemy."
Brando was taken aback: "Are you really Fa Enzan?"
There was a low laugh from the opposite side of the throne: "I have a lot of imagination."
Brando was really stunned now, he always thought that the other party should be Fa Enzan, or at least one of the four sages. "Then who are you?"
The man did not answer him: "Don't you want to know how to open the six levels of authority of the Fool's talent?"
"You will tell me anyway, don't you?"
"clever."
Brando barked his teeth, thinking that this is not all the game in the game, he is clever.
"Just collect as many gray gems as possible. In fact, my soul was sealed in the gray sacred stone after my death. However, the sacred stone was broken in the war and the gray gems were also torn apart. As long as you find them, you can get this. All the seeds of destiny for talent."
"Wait!" Brando finally couldn't help calling a stop this time: "You said gray gems are fragments of sacred stones."
"Didn't I say it?" the man replied lightly.
After hearing this answer, Brando froze on the throne like a stone statue, and took a breath of cold air and looked at the man opposite, with a dumbfounded expression.
"You, you... You are..."
The man nodded: "The silver elf calls me Dar Knowles. I have a monarch named Eternal Darkness and Ten Thousand Realms among the witches, but I still like the human name Odin better than that."
"Black, dark dragon..."
"Afraid?"
Brando swallowed. In fact, in the later stage of the game, the player had a hand with the shadow of the dark dragon, but it was only a projection of residual consciousness, and it was projected onto the sky as the body—that was in the game. A plot mission, but this was the first time he saw the human form of the Dark Dragon.
It looks similar to ordinary humans.
He hesitated, for a moment he didn't know what he was thinking. According to the Cruz people’s epic record, the Dark Dragon is a super monster, and it is also the kind of dog-blood plot that wants to rule the entire world.
But now the protagonist of this dog-blood drama is right in front of him.
This name is probably the one he hears the most in the game except for Martha. He has calluses on his ears. It seems that he has been used to it, but the shock when he really sees it is unparalleled.
"That's not enough," he answered subconsciously, but immediately reacted: "What do you want to do?"
"I'm dead." The Dark Dragon replied, "You should ask what you want to do."
Brando was startled: "Are you really dead?"
The dark dragon nodded: "You should understand that what you see is only the message my consciousness left in the grey gem."
"Damn, why do I like to play this hand." Brando breathed a sigh of relief, his ears were fascinated, but he has always regarded the ultimate monster of the dark dragon as the last boss, but listened to the other party. He suddenly thought of Tumen.
But thinking of this, he suddenly reacted and asked vigilantly: "Wait, in that case, how can you help me deal with the blood of God?"
The dark dragon smiled: "A joke, it's just the blood of the source, in fact, that thing can't do anything to you at all. As a survivor, your background is much more noble than those messy things—"
"Wait!" Brando didn't spit out a mouthful of blood anyhow: "You mean, what you just said was blaming me?"
"That's not enough. Besides, the talent of the Fool is good for you, isn't it?" The Dark Dragon smiled successfully, "And I plan to give you a gift."
I go!
Brando was stunned for a while, and his heart was incomparably miserable for a while: "Boss, do you know that you are now in the ranks of rats crossing the street in Warend? You can't inherit whoever's destiny talent? Isn't it a dead end to find out if you are not careful?"
But the dragon of darkness didn't talk nonsense with him any more, raised his hand, and a golden light suddenly shot into his heart.
"For you, let that hillbilly woman see and see what the real blood of God is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brando felt a heart-piercing pain in his chest. He took a breath of air, and before he had time to utter the national curse that cursed the damn big boss, he was pulled back to reality from the spiritual world by this terrible pain.
At the same time, Andesa was watching Brando's body more and more golden light pouring into the black crystal in front of him in shock.
Bunches of golden light were generated from Brando's body, like golden blood flowing under his skin, and instantly awakened under the catalysis of the blood of the gods injected into his body.
Then these rays of light wrapped Brando's entire body, forming a huge light cocoon.
As soon as the light cocoon shrank, the inside became brighter and brighter, as if something would break out of the cocoon at any time.
Andsha stood aside watching this scene, stunned, "The blood of the upper god! The blood of the upper god!" She subconsciously muttered to herself: "The blood of the real upper god!"
"Shenmin's offspring! How could this be possible!" She held her breath, unable to believe her eyes.
But at this moment, the light cocoon suddenly shrank, and Andesa's complexion also changed—a divine response—she raised her head subconsciously, and the invisible divine power was being connected with a certain constellation in the sky.
"Wait, it's not good!" Then Andesa remembered that she was not the only one nearby. Veronica and Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles were both near the valley. This did not include she had seen from afar before. That nightmare.
She immediately opened countless vines to interrupt this unconscious divine power continuity, but at this moment, the huge light cocoon suddenly appeared.
One step too late.
A dazzling golden light has soared into the sky. This dazzling golden beam of light pierces the sky like a continuous stream of light, separating the clouds and pointing to the seventh constellation above the night.
The dragon of war-Tiamat.
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