This is a scepter with a simple shape, like a simple branch.

The surface of the rod is uneven, with thorns everywhere, and the top of the rod is also very twisted, looking like a white crystal ball that is tightly entangled due to the growth of thorns. The pure light in the gap is constantly flashing, which is quite deep.

Facing the scepter stretched out toward him, Charles narrowed his eyes,

The reason why he acted so high-profile was mainly to quickly obtain the information he needed. As he expected, the controller of fate was obviously hostile to the Thorn Church, so he took action to help this fleet that was obviously the church side.

In this way, as long as the church's high-end combat power is drawn out, he can quickly obtain some information that ordinary people cannot know, and can clearly understand what level he is currently at in various information, and then prepare for the next action.

This series of ideas needs to be taken step by step, so he didn't think about acting in a hurry, attracting high-end combat power and getting online, and he had already achieved his current goal, but he didn't want to...

Although the white beard seemed to be very old on the outside, a vast sacred power was faintly revealed as the other party descended. The power was astonishingly huge as a bottomless and vast sea.

But on the other hand, he doesn't seem to be that powerful...

A unique perception from talent made Charles think, so after a moment, he raised his hand to touch the top of the scepter.

A warm breath as wrapped as a mother's fetus was then born from the point where the fingertips touched the scepter. At the same time, a message wrapped around the picture was quickly transmitted like an electric current.

On the small island near the sea, a group of Westerners dressed in ancient and even simple, kneeling down to worship an old man in white robes.

Under the zeal of countless eyes, the old man raised his scepter in his hand. The crystal clear seven-pointed crystal released countless brilliant brilliances under the sunshine in the sky, magnificent and spectacular.

Then the scepter began to spread among this group of humans, and experienced the use of one master after another, and was eventually engulfed by the flames of the dragon and sealed in a dead sarcophagus.

It was not until a handsome young man pushed open the sarcophagus and held the scepter out of his dry bone that it regained the light of day.

...

The picture is not long, but it makes Charles stunned.

The boy who was revealed in the end was naturally him, or he in his previous life.

And the first master of the scepter...

He couldn't help but look at the old man standing with a smile in front of him.

I thought about the lightning in my mind, thinking about the times when I first "traveled through", medieval times, dragons, white ghosts, night watchmen...

Everything corresponds to some information in memory, but the unique scepter is more abrupt.

At that time, he felt that this was a natural evolution of the real world, but it seemed that it was not the case at this time.

Think about everything in the past.

The many forces inherited from the scepter made him very unique, the prototype of the world of heaven and hell, the collection of vast faith, the implicitness of countless dead souls, the appearance of the conceptual seven gods...

And the last and crucial moment, when he was controlled by fate, unable to control himself, or even unable to explode his spirit body, it was the seven-pointed star medal that appeared in the scepter that suddenly took effect, which allowed him to escape from the clutches.

And he did not forget that in his memory, a creator once claimed that he was absorbed and protected by the medal and existed in his body, which led to a series of actions of transcendence and rebirth...

"So the daughter of fate who thought she was in control of everything had actually been plotted by the person in front of her."

Although it is about yourself, everything in the past is just a memory.

Seeing all this at this moment, Charles felt that what he saw was more like a farce than an encounter that made him grit his teeth.

Looking up at the old man standing with a smile in front of him, he also laughed

"What do you want me to do?" Charles asked.

At that time, the so-called time travel was already in the competition between these two sides at the beginning. Judging from the results, the person in front of him obviously won.

But Charles did not have any objection to this. On the contrary, he should actually be glad for this victory, otherwise he would have been disheartened.

The other party did not answer, but still held the scepter in front of him. However, unlike just now, his actions seemed to be taken over by Charles this time.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"It is your mission to hold the thorns' staff, feel the faith of billions of creatures in the world, and drive out the evil fate."

A thought came in contact, as vast and ancient as an ancient god.

Shire did not argue with this so-called mission, but he had reason to be hostile to that fate.

Although the person in front of him was also very unfamiliar, Charles did not doubt his words at this time, or in other words, what he wanted to do was to let him do such an expulsion.

This is not out of trust, but a certain perception of his talent, a perception that even the Creator Yiru and the person in front of him cannot be guarded against.

But he still asked.

"How do you know I can do it?"

"Ancient prophecies have been revealed that the Purgator will be born in a time of chaos in fate."

The ethereal echo was like an ancient statue of gods. Charles moved his mind, so he reached out to bring the strange scepter over.

A strange, yet familiar feeling appeared faintly from the palm of your hand.

This feeling made him trance remember the initial situation when he held the staff of authority and was worshipped by all people in a medieval world.

And this is not an illusion.

There was a faint view of countless sounds of faith, like a tide.

On the battlefield filled with smoke, the injured soldiers covered their wounds with pain, and kept muttering prayers.

...

In the modern world, a group of monks in white robes preached the faith of the cross in the church, and the cross was surrounded by a thorn.

...

In a medieval place, a knight riding a horse shouted the word "Sacred War" and shone brightly on his body, and then rushed forward toward a terrifying dragon opposite him.

...

With the arrival of these sounds, an invisible force suddenly grew and grew rapidly.

It was a magnificent power evolved from Charles' talent, profound and vast, full of unknown mysterious characteristics.

Feeling this strange power, the old man opposite showed a surprise, but then he frowned and looked up at the top of his head.

There was no sign in the still cockpit, but as he raised his head, a deep purple thunder suddenly dropped from the top of his head and struck him!

The thunder erupted silently, but its power was quite powerful.

After falling from the sky, the old man in white robe not only wrapped around the body, but even the space around him was waved and split by a few dark arcs on the surface, revealing a series of black gaps like nothingness!

Looking from the damaged cabin, the sky outside was covered with dark clouds without realizing it.
Chapter completed!