Chapter 1011: The Wishing Pearl of the God of Miracles
In the darkness, only shadows remain;
Under the brilliance, no one can be spared...
"My eldest son, the honor and...shame of the Sam'anre family, why did you come back?"
Looking at his father's face, which was as stern as he remembered, Piccolo no longer felt as afraid as before.
Underneath the evil energy that was suppressed to the limit, there were Piccolo's pupils emitting a certain green light.
He stared at his father and noticed the gift of time to his father:
The man who ruled and led the Sam Amre family with absolute will seemed to be getting older.
The passage of time will not stop because of his great achievements.
It passes bit by bit, with absolute, cold justice that towers over all things.
Good or evil, small or great, all lose their proper color in front of it.
But for a small life, everything that is ignored by time is the composition of its entire life.
It exudes colorful colors and has many spicy, sour and astringent flavors.
"To find and...witness..."
Piccolo looked at his father and said after a pause.
There was no one else in the study, and the carpet made of precious wool made the room feel unusually warm.
The fiefdom where the Sam'anri family is located is not a very rich area.
In fact, a few epochs ago, the specialty here was bandits who were as active as goblins.
As for the subsequent story, it is just like what is recorded in the genealogy history of the Sam Amre family:
It was a story full of blood, rise, conquest and struggle.
"witness?"
Bickz's father, Sir Denaro, made a snort of contempt.
"Witness your weakness?"
Although he has entered the twilight of his life, as a legendary warrior, Ser Denaro still carries the fierce temper of his peak life.
He looked at Piccolo with a certain sense of oppression, just like before.
"Danza 319, the Eagle Moon, the trade wind brought the news of my eldest son - also the news that brought shame to the Sam'anre family. You betrayed the White Lizard Tower."
Sir Denaro's voice was full of anger, and the suddenly rising pitch made the objects in the room tremble slightly!
"Honestly, I don't care about your betrayal of a mage tower!"
"But you violated the oath you once made in front of me - you betrayed your former self!"
Sir Denaro grabbed Bickz, and now he looked more like an angry old father.
Rather than a ruler or a gentle knight.
Of course, Sir Denaro's name was not obtained by following etiquette.
On this land, strength is the ultimate ruler.
"I'm surprised you haven't been swallowed up by that damn evil energy yet. It seems like you saved a small life."
"But you shouldn't have come back!"
"And in such a weak way!"
"Are you going to tell me: You can't hold on anymore? You're going to become a shame to the Sam Amre family and a weakling swallowed by evil energy?!"
Ser Denaro's voice thundered through the castle of House Sam'anre, but no one was surprised.
After all, that was Sir Denaro...
"No, my father, evil has not invaded me - there is enough fear to suppress it."
"But I feel that my memory is constantly fading. I have lost a lot..."
Bickz looked at the furnishings in the study, which should have been filled with strong emotions and memories.
But now, he just feels a cold indifference:
He still retains feedback on the stimulation of things, but the objects of that feedback have been gradually distorted by evil energy.
Controlling evil energy has never been easy.
"Then forget them. I would rather you die than see you fall."
Sir Denaro stared at Piccolo, and then said...
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material world
Above the clouds, Yi Qiu stared at the world below.
As night falls, darkness gradually buries everything.
But the lights of civilization cut through the lonely darkness.
People were noisy and wild under the bright lights, and occasionally a few excited roars broke through the silent night sky.
But as the distance increases, everything seems to be shrouded in some kind of fog.
It seems very close, but there seems to be some kind of unbridgeable gap.
The joys and sorrows of all things flowed through Yi Qiu's heart, just like the gentle sea breeze bringing wrinkles on the sea surface.
Then, it returns to eternal peace...
Yi Qiu turned his eyes away from the civilization of mortal things, which was already an extremely distant past from him.
He could not return to that hustle and bustle, nor could he feel those throbs.
The emotion of mortal things still flows in his will, but it belongs to the warrior monk Yi Qiu, not to mortal things Yi Qiu.
Under the wash of endless time, the confusion of those little deers bumping into each other, and those heartfelt throbbings, gradually disappeared into the clouds of smoke.
He can still feel joy and sorrow, but it will no longer be the joy and sorrow of ordinary things.
It's not a regret, it's just a choice before eternity.
It is neither cold nor heartless, it just exists...
At this moment, Yi Qiu felt some kind of pull in the sea of consciousness.
Instantly, a pale golden divine light flickered in his eyes.
He knew everything that happened: the God of the Crescent Moon sent him certain messages.
It's not about the battle of gods, but an artifact that carries the authority of a certain true god!
Although it does not allow the user to directly obtain the power of the true god.
But the power of authority attached to it can still possess unpredictable power.
"The Wishing Bead of the God of Miracles (Powerful Divine Power)"
Yi Qiu sensed the message sent by the New Moon God, and he was thinking about the relevant information about this artifact.
In fact, Yi Qiu didn't have a strong demand for artifacts.
After all, generally speaking, artifacts have very strict usage restrictions.
For Yi Qiu, artifacts used as weapons do not have much value to him.
He doesn't plan to train with other weapons, Shi'e is enough for him to use.
Moreover, there is always some kind of close connection between artifacts and gods.
They are often given some special missions by the gods, which makes Yi Qiu not very interested.
Therefore, Yi Qiu has rarely been involved in the fight for artifacts.
He had encountered planes related to artifacts, but he had not joined them.
But this wishing bead of the God of Miracles is a rather rare artifact.
According to the information given by the God of the Crescent Moon, it is the product of the death of a true god.
It has no other functions and only has a very simple ability:
A chance to make a wish.
A wish-making opportunity that can only be used once every ten epochs with the authority of powerful divine power.
After use, it will disappear automatically.
It would not appear again until ten epochs later.
According to the information provided by the New Moon God, this orb seemed to have appeared in this plane not long ago.
Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to feel some kind of long-lost throbbing - it was some kind of revelation of extraordinary luck and perception...