"You're so stupid, what do you think is the blood of the source?" The mysterious man sneered, and said to himself as if he didn't bother to talk to Brando - but full of pity for watching a good show: "Death is coming
You still don’t know that shedding tears is a common feature of human beings!”
If Brando hadn't been accustomed to hearing this arrogant tone, he would have been so angry that he couldn't help grinding his teeth. In fact, he still grinded his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You mean the blood of God?
It’s not that scary yet.”
The man was gracious, but said: "You don't mean what you say. This is usually the case, but with your current physical condition, can you mobilize your willpower to suppress it?"
Brando's fingers pressed on the metal throne curled up, and the fingertips turned slightly white. He breathed out gently to calm himself down, but the man was right, Brando was indeed very nervous now - although
This should be a spiritually constructed world - but the fact is that before coming here, the blood of God was invading his body and even beginning to control his will.
The premonition of impending life and death made his heart pound, especially after being reminded by the other party.
"So?" Brando asked.
"Let's make a deal."
"trade?"
"It's rare to wait for a person who can come into contact with this world. Although he is a waste, he doesn't look like an ordinary waste. I don't know how you can have the blood of the survivors in your body, but since you are our descendants, I can help you.
It’s not impossible.”
"Wait, remnants? Descendants?" Brando was stunned. Faenzan said that he was their descendant? Doesn't that mean that Brando's body still has the blood of the Novame people of the Holy Alliance flowing in it?
Who are these people? The only thing Brando can think of at the moment is his mysterious grandfather, but he is wondering who can be connected with Saint Osol and the Holy White Cross of the Holy Alliance.
There was a connection with the Lion Empire, and Brando couldn't help but think of those messy royal relationships.
Or could it be that the Brando family is still an ancient royal family left over from the War of the Saints?
But it's unlikely, he's not from the Silver race.
He thought about it randomly, then raised his head and looked at the man opposite the throne, and asked: "So, what are the conditions?"
"Isn't it very clear?" the man raised his lips: "Obviously you are a remnant, so you should understand your mission. My request is not complicated, just accept the talent of 'The Fool'."
"It's the remnant again." Brando frowned slightly. What he was wondering about was what was the so-called 'remnant's path' - joining the Great Temple? This was obviously impossible.
But the other party said that he only needed to accept the talent of 'The Fool', which surprised him a little. According to the understanding of the 'Amber Sword', obtaining the talent was at least a reward. Such a generous exchange condition made him a little alert.
"What is the talent of the so-called 'Fool'?" he asked.
The man spread his hands: "In this world, there are thousands of talents, which come from blood, race, and history." The man changed his position on the throne and pointed to his chest with his hand: "But
Origin, luck and destiny are like invisible lines that connect everyone and determine the path he will take in life."
"You should know what those twins do, right?"
"They are twin goddesses..." Brando cursed in his heart, but of course he did not dare to say this.
"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's voice became deeper: "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 the topic: "'The Fool' has seven meanings. The first level of authority corresponds to Tiamat, the dragon of war outside the sky. Its meaning is fanaticism. As for its power, you can experience it yourself."
Brando looked at him suspiciously: "It sounds good, but what are the benefits of doing this?"
"Oh?" The man opposite the throne was slightly startled: "It seems that you already know some information, but I am too lazy to lie to you. It is not easy to find someone who can truly inherit all this. At least there are strict restrictions on blood.
.”
"But don't get too complacent too early. I can still die without saving you. The waiting time is meaningless to me."
Brando was suffocated when he heard this, and just as he was about to take the opportunity to raise conditions, he had to take it back.
"So you understand?" the man asked.
"Does this mean I won't agree? It's more like the devil's temptation." Brando replied angrily.
"You don't have to test me," the man shook his head: "The devil is my mortal enemy."
Brando was stunned: "Are you really Faenzan?"
A low laugh came from across the throne: "Rich 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 lower six levels of authority of the Fool's talent?"
"You will tell me anyway, right?"
"clever."
Brando gritted his teeth and thought, isn't this the same routine in games? He's so clever.
"Just collect as many gray gems as possible. In fact, my soul was sealed in the gray holy stone when I died. However, the holy stone was broken in the war, and the gray gems were also torn apart. As long as you find them, you will be enough to get this
All the seeds of destiny in your talent."
"Wait!" This time Brando finally couldn't help but stop: "You said the gray gem is a fragment of the holy stone."
"I told you before, didn't I?" the man replied lightly.
After hearing this answer, Brando froze on the throne like a stone statue, took a breath of air and looked at the person opposite with a dumbfounded expression.
"You, you...you are..."
The man nodded: "The silver elves call me Danols. Among the witches, I have a name called the Lord of Eternal Darkness and Ten Thousand Realms. However, compared to this, I still prefer the human name Odin."
"Black, Dragon of Darkness..."
"Afraid?"
Brando swallowed. In fact, in the late game, the player had a fight with the shadow of the Dark Dragon, but it was just a projection of residual consciousness, and it was projected on the sky with its body - that was in the game.
A plot mission, but this was the first time he saw the human form of the Dark Dragon.
They look similar to ordinary humans.
He hesitated, and for a moment he didn't know what he was thinking. According to the records of the Cruz people's epic, the Dragon of Darkness was a super devil, and it was also a bloody plot that wanted to rule the entire world.
But now the protagonist of this bloody drama is right in front of him.
This name is probably the one he has heard the most in the game besides Martha. His ears are calloused when he hears it. He seems to be used to it, but the shock when he actually sees it is unparalleled.
"That's not enough," he replied subconsciously, but he immediately reacted: "What do you want to do?"
"I am already 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 just the message left by my consciousness in the gray gem."
"Damn, why do you like to play this trick?" Brando breathed a sigh of relief and was impressed. He had always regarded the ultimate devil, the Dragon of Darkness, as the final boss, but when he heard what the other party said,
But he suddenly thought of Tumen.
But thinking of this, he suddenly reacted and asked alertly: "Wait, if that's the case, how can you help me deal with the blood of God?"
The Dragon of Darkness smiled: "It's a joke, it's just the blood of the source. In fact, that thing can't do anything to you at all. As a remnant, your background is much nobler than those messy things -"
"Wait!" Brando managed not to spit out a mouthful of blood: "You mean, what you just said was all a lie to me?"
"That's not enough. Besides, the talent of Fool is also good for you, isn't it?" The Dark Dragon smiled conspiratorially: "And I also plan to give you a gift."
I go!
Brando was stunned for a moment, and felt extremely painful for a moment: "Boss, do you know that you are now in the ranks of mice crossing the street in Warnd and everyone shouts and beats you? Whoever inherits the destiny and talent can not inherit yours, this is
Wouldn't it be a dead end if you were not careful?"
But the Dark Dragon didn't talk nonsense to him anymore. He raised his hand and a golden light suddenly shot into his heart.
"I gave it to you so that that country bumpkin woman can see what the real blood of God is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brando felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest. He took a breath of air, and before he could curse the damn last boss, he was hit by this terrible pain.
Suddenly he was brought back to reality from the spiritual world.
At the same time, Andesa was watching with great shock as more and more golden light from Brando's body poured into the black crystal embedded in his chest.
Those golden rays of light emerged from Brando's body one by one, like the golden blood flowing under his skin, and he instantly came to life under the catalysis of the blood of God injected into his body.
Then these rays of light enveloped Brando's entire body, forming a huge cocoon of light.
The light cocoon shrank and shrank, and the inside became brighter and brighter, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon at any time.
Andesa stood aside and watched this scene, dumbfounded, "The blood of a higher god! The blood of a higher god!" She subconsciously muttered to herself: "The real blood of a higher god!"
"Descendants of the gods! How is this possible!" She held her breath, unable to believe her eyes.
But at this moment, the light cocoon suddenly shrank, and Andesa's expression also changed - a divine power reaction - she subconsciously raised her head, and the invisible divine power was connecting with a certain constellation in the sky.
"Wait, no!" Andresa then remembered that she was not the only strong person nearby. Veronica and Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles were both near the valley. This did not include the fact that she had seen them from a distance before.
That fog nightmare.
She immediately opened countless vines to block this unconscious continuity of divine power, but at this moment, the huge cocoon of light suddenly opened.
It's a step too late.
A dazzling golden light has risen into the sky. This dazzling golden light pillar is like an endless river of light piercing the sky, parting the clouds and pointing to the seventh constellation above the night.