"Speaking of this, what are these?"

Getting up from the spot and looking at the black liquid under your feet, Xi Limu spoke with a serious expression.

At her feet, after being dispersed by Atir's sword, these black liquids seemed to have their own vitality, and were still squirming there, slowly gathering towards the center, gathering one after another, clustering of solidified objects that once looked like a black worm, which looked very disgusting at first glance, with a strong smell of stench.

"With resentment and mental power, there seems to be a little soul power..."

Atir lowered his body, checked the black worms, and couldn't help but shake his head: "It's like a hodgepodge."

Yes, hodgepodge.

Whether it is resentment, mental power, or soul power, they are extremely special powers. It is enough to be able to use one of ordinary lives.

The thing in front of me was carrying these three different powers at the same time. Even in Atir's induction, there were some other subtle powers mixed, like a hodgepodge.

What surprised Atir the most was that this thing carries so many different forces, but in the end it can form a stable structure. Even looking at this appearance, its vitality is still very tenacious.

This unique reaction made Atir a little curious.

"The few magic books that Feili gave me before recorded some characteristics of dark life and alchemy life, which are somewhat similar to this kind of thing."

He looked up slightly and looked at Qianlimu in front of him. Atir said casually and responded to her.

Hearing Adier say this, Xilimu nodded thoughtfully, not knowing whether he understood it.

Standing in place, looking at the worms that were constantly squirming and trying to regain regroup, Atir waved his hand casually, and a little breeze rose without wind, then turned into sharp blades and pressed forward, splitting the worms one by one.

Then, a faint cold air rose, instantly frozen the worms and turned them into solid statues, completely isolating them.

"Go back and ask someone to come and clean up, carry this thing into my room and put it in those boxes."

Looking at Xilimu beside him, Adier casually said, "Yes, don't break it, this is the best material."

The unique nature and ability of being able to integrate so many different forces into one makes Atir a little interested and want to find an opportunity to study it carefully.

In front of him, Xi Limu nodded seriously, then pushed open the door and prepared to find someone inside to move the things away.

After she left, looking at her hurried figure, Atir couldn't help but shake his head and turned to look aside: "A friend, aren't you going to come out to see me?"

I fell into silence for a moment. Around me, I could not hear any sound except a little bit of faint sound of insects, as if there was no one else on the spot except Adier.

Seeing this scene, Atir shook his head, then slowly lowered his right hand and placed it on the scabbard.

A sharp sword energy spread from him, his eyes were sharp and his handsome face was cold, as if he would draw the sword away the next moment, cutting off everything in front of him.

I seemed to feel this situation, and a faint sound began to sound in front of me.

“How did you find it out…”

A voice came from the front, and it sounded very light, but also hoarse, like someone who hadn't drunk water for several days.

Listening to this voice, Atir's face calmed down, and his hand, who was holding the sword, slowly lowered: "Your breath is too obvious."

"Your secret technique is very special. Most people can't find your place, but the mere silver strength is still a little bit behind me."

He looked ahead and said calmly.

"So that's it. It seems that you have been promoted to gold..."

A slight sigh came from a corner ahead, and then a slight sound of footsteps sounded on the spot.

As Atir's gaze, in front of him, a woman with an ugly appearance and wrinkled face was coming from the corner like an old man who had experienced a vicissitudes of life.

She was wearing a white single dress and her long hair was scattered. Although she was ugly, she was very plump. She was filled with an indescribable unique atmosphere, which surprised Adier.

"This breath..."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Atir was a little surprised: "It turned out to be you."

He is not unfamiliar with the woman in front of him. He has seen her many times in his manor. She is a maid on his manor.

Adier was not deeply impressed by this maid before. The only impression was the other party's extremely iconic appearance, and the rest were not clear.

But I didn't expect that just this seemingly ordinary maid was a hidden master.

"Dear Mr. Yasuo, I have no malice towards you."

Walking from a distant corner, looking at the tall and straight figure in front of her, looking at Atir who was surprised, Mar sighed lightly and couldn't help but explain.

"If you have malicious intentions towards me, I will not ask you to come out, but will draw your sword directly."

Atir spoke with deep eyes and said coldly.

Hearing this, Mar was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly on his face, and then said, "I once thought about what kind of scene we would meet officially, but I didn't expect that it was in this situation."

"I will introduce myself. My name is Mar, the Summoner of the Goddess of Destiny."

Looking at Adier in front of her, in Adier's unexpected eyes, she walked to Adier, knelt on one knee, and slowly made a ritual.

This is the highest tribute. Among the ancient nobles, it was the etiquette used by the lower nobles to pay tribute to the superior nobles, and it was the most serious and upright.

Of course, this kind of etiquette has another meaning, that is, the loyalty of the lower-ranking person to the higher-ranking person.

"The Summoner of the Goddess of Destiny."

Looking at Mar in front of him and looking at her movements, Adier was a little surprised and surprised: "What do you want to do?"

"I hope to be loyal to you and become your most loyal subordinate."

Getting up from the spot and looking at Adier in front of you, Mar smiled: "The Summoner of the Goddess of Destiny is destined to come to the favored ones of Destiny."

"Your Excellency Yasuo, you are the lord I chose."

"The Favorites..."

Strictly speaking, Mar's words in front of him were a little confused. If ordinary people heard them, they would probably be confused.

But Adier could understand what she meant, and even Mar in front of him seemed to understand that he could understand.

"Before I was reincarnated, I had divided a large amount of source power from my body and blessed it to this clone, artificially creating a source power support like the son of destiny."

Looking at Mar in front of him, Adier suddenly flashed a thought: "This manifestation similar to the son of fate is the so-called favored person of fate for people in this world?"

As for the caster of the Goddess of Destiny, this is easy to understand.

In this world, the Goddess of Destiny is a real god. It is rumored that the authority to control destiny is a god with powerful divine power.

If it was really the summoner of this goddess, it would not be surprising that she had the power to see the son of destiny.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind one by one. Finally, Atir raised his head and looked at Mar in front of him, and was about to say something.

In the distance, a slight sound of footsteps sounded, with the sound of Xilimu's shouting. It seemed that she was coming back with someone.

Hearing her voice and feeling her footsteps, Atir turned around, looked at Mar in front of him and said softly, "Come with me."

As he finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked in one direction.

On the side, Mar had a smile on his face, without hesitation at Adier's words, and walked directly into a corner in Adier's footsteps.

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"So, does not refer to one of the summoners of the Goddess of Destiny?"

In a wilderness, Atir was wearing a black robe and long hair was scattered on his shoulders. He looked a little surprised to see Mar beside him.

“Yes, there is more than one.”

Mar nodded and sighed, "There is one other candidate in my current fate that I know, besides me, I don't know if there is any other."

"The reason why I almost died when I fell on the street was because of the fateful caller."

"Will the summoners of fate attack each other?" Atir asked a little surprised.

After a gentle look at Atir, Mar probably understood Atir's thoughts, so he spoke and explained: "The relationship between the summoners of fate is not like ordinary church sacrifices."

"The sacrifices of the church are the shepherds who serve the gods, and they are all compatriots, and the caller of fate is the successor of the goddess of fate, and they are all opponents..."

She sighed and looked at Adier in front of her. After a long time, she spoke: "A long time ago, the goddess of fate left this world..."

"Has the goddess of fate fallen?" Atir was stunned.

"It's not falling, it's leaving..."

Mar sighed lightly: "However, the results of these two are almost the same. After the goddess of fate left, her divine nature and the kingdom of gods remained as a rich legacy for the competition among the summoners of fate."

"Could it be..." Hearing this, Adier instantly thought of something.

"Yes."

As if seeing Adier's thoughts, Mar nodded slightly: "In the battle between the summoners of fate, the ultimate winner will inherit everything, inherit the throne and kingdom of gods left by the Goddess of Destiny, and transform into a new Goddess of Destiny."

Become a god in one step!

From a mortal, he directly jumped into a noble god, which is the greatest temptation.

Even though Atir was a fifth-level wizard and not a native of this world, he couldn't help but be stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.
Chapter completed!