Tower of the End, House of Inheritance, Library of Truth.

This is a huge warehouse. The red light of dusk penetrates the prototype roof of asphalt glass and shines on the rows of giant bookshelves, making the books and records made of various materials shine brightly.

"Can you be more serious?"

A thin and handsome middle-aged man with short gray hair was holding an eternal lamp and standing behind a row of huge bookshelves, looking dissatisfied at the other side of the bookshelf.

There was a sickly blond young man sitting against a bookshelf.

The secondary security officer of Yongxing City, Cohen Karabiyan, raised his head with a tired face and looked at his teacher, Jedi Tafner.

The vigilance officer raised his hands as he was dying and said:

"Hey! I asked someone to take a month's leave, and it took me seven days to rush to the Tower of the End without stopping!"

"You dragged me here without even getting any sleep!"

"I ate two pieces of bread in the middle!"

Cohen slapped his stomach feebly and protested feebly:

"You should at least care about the life and death of students, right?"

His teacher, a middle-aged man—Jedi Tafner snorted, put down the eternal lamp, and picked up another book nonchalantly: "You yourself proposed that you want to refer to the inheritor's classics... You know Shao

He won't agree - the old man from the Far East who sticks to the rules. I can only seize the time and come with you while he is away."

Thinking of Master Shao, one of the inheritors, and his temper, Cohen leaned against the bookshelf behind him, feeling that he really couldn't arouse the interest in looking for books.

He said helplessly: "Shao... didn't he give up his qualification to inherit the No. 1 Sword Sect in the Far East and come to the Tower of the End? I thought he would not be so conservative and rigid when he did something like that..."

"How do I know? Shao's inheritance has all kinds of strange regulations. Anyway, I still haven't understood the operating rules of their "sect" - if we are from the Far East Sword Sect, then as a student,

As soon as you enter the door, you should kowtow respectfully to me."

"If you disrespect me...like you are now..."

Jedi stared at Cohen fiercely: "I can destroy your sword hand!"

Cohen rolled his eyes.

"Have you found any connection between the 'Sword of Disaster' and the Blood Bottle Gang?" the vigilance officer asked listlessly.

"No, it's still those things that you and I both know," Jedi put the ancient parchment back in his hand angrily: "Because I am very inefficient! There is also a student who refuses to get up and help!"

Cohen pretended not to hear the latter sentence and said in deep thought: "Well, why don't you tell me, what is the attitude of the tower towards those 'Swords of Disaster' now? How much do you know? Maybe I can combine it with what I saw in the security hall.

Information, will it be helpful?”

Jedi stopped what he was doing, looked at his students, and was silent for a long time.

He finally sighed: "Okay, but if you want to know, you have to join our secret group."

"Secret team?" Cohen turned his head curiously.

"To put it simply, it is a small group of people in the Tower of the End who have been given a special mission. Their goal is to fight against the inheritance of the Sword of Ending outside the tower, also known as the 'Sword of Disaster'."

"I'll join!" Cohen's eyes lit up!

He must join.

We must know more about the "Sword of Disaster", about that violent ending power.

Even...for Raphael and Miranda.

He secretly clenched his fists.

"So refreshing?" Jedi said in surprise, and then showed a happy smile: "Okay, there are Chartier and me in this group, and now you are the one more."

Cohen opened his mouth.

"You--there are only three of us?"

"A group of three..."

"Want to fight against the Sword of Disaster?"

With a cheated expression on his face, Cohen looked at the teacher in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"

"What happened to the three of us! We are a secret group after all - but we have an official name!" Jedi slapped his thigh and said inscrutably:

"Shao calls us - 'The Purifiers'."

Cohen looked stern.

eliminate?

Purge the traitors?

Then Raphael...

"But Shatil felt that based on the blood debt committed by Crassus, it would be better to use the 'Avengers'..."

Jedi leaned forward with a serious expression: "And I think, according to the importance of our mission, we should be called..."

Cohen subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, but Jedi had already spit out the words:

"Kill Krasu's Heavy Light Terminator Tower and revive the extraordinary sword to save Errol's Jedi team!"

Cohen looked at his teacher with contempt.

"Haha, I'm kidding! The atmosphere is too serious!"

Seeing Cohen's expression of eating shit, Jedi laughed and patted his shoulder, but then sighed.

"But unfortunately, until now, we have limited knowledge of that violent ending power," Jedi said disappointedly: "After all, what you feel when you confront them is not the full extent of their ending power."

Cohen also became serious: "There is no result at all?"

Jedi looked at his student. After a few seconds, he still pursed his lips and said seriously: "No, there are still results. At least we know that the violent and crazy ending power that started with the "Sword of Disaster" Crassus...

…”

"Actually, it's to imitate ancient times, a mysterious and terrifying power."

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"Look, Serin, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?" Thales looked at the desperate Cortina and the proud Serena with a smile and said, "There's no need to be so violent."

"Oh..."

Serena raised her eyebrows and threw Katerina out.

"boom!"

The latter hit a tree not far away and struggled to raise his head.

Serena Binting walked towards Thales in a colorful manner.

"Let it out?" Serena looked at the black coffin and showed a seductive smile: "How to do it? Kick it with your legs?"

Thales' heart beat uncontrollably.

calm.

At least she let Cortrina go.

This is the only chance.

I must grasp it.

"The Black Coffin of Dark Night can only be opened with the key carried by the monarch and the blood of direct members of Corleone's family," Serena laughed playfully: "That is, the blood of Corleone and I."

In the distance, Katerina raised her head with difficulty and looked here reluctantly.

Her limbs are healing, but very slowly.

Not to mention rebirth.

This battle between sisters... She thought desperately: there is no hope of a comeback.

Is it?

Thales took a deep breath: "Laurana and the others must have told you how Rolf and I escaped from the dungeon of Manor Manor, right?"

Serena narrowed her eyes.

"I have a special power," Thales trembled, trying his best to weave his story to make it look more believable. "I can break all shackles... How about I try it on this coffin?"

Thales touched the sharp piece of wood in his hand behind his back, feeling uneasy.

He couldn't cut the rope, but...

Cutting yourself should be fine.

Although the side effects of that power...may be a bit big.

However, without the assistance of his hand, would his "loss of control" still be effective?

Thales smiled bitterly in his heart: I can only try "killing you with my eyes".

Serena's steps were getting closer and closer: "So it's your superpower."

"But why do you think I tied your hands?" Serena lowered her head and laughed coldly: "I asked Laurana exactly. Your superpower must be cut with blood before it can be activated!"
To be continued...