"They, the descendants of the Sword of Disaster, want to imitate a power of termination?" Cohen raised his eyebrows: "Imitation? Does that mean this power has a prototype to be imitated?"
"Prototype," Jedi thought seriously and nodded: "Yes, you can say that - imitating an extraordinary power as a prototype."
Cohen frowned and said thoughtfully:
"Supernatural power?"
"This is what we called the power of the end a long time ago. So," the security officer asked doubtfully, "the prototype's extraordinary power appeared before the war of the end - that is, at least seven hundred years ago?"
"Longer, much longer than you think." Jedi took a breath, recalled the discussion with other inheritors, and said calmly:
"The 'prototype' you call has appeared from the period of kings to the ancient empire, but the most famous record was at the peak of the first civil strife in the ancient empire - there was a possessor of the extraordinary power of the 'prototype'
, led troops into the capital of triumph and cut off the head of the Supreme Emperor."
Cut off...
emperor……
Head?
Cohen opened his mouth in surprise:
"Emperor? I still believe you when you say it was a weak final empire, but it was a great ancient empire! Why hasn't this been mentioned in history classes?"
"During the two generations of empires, the emperor was assassinated more than once, and there were two successful examples. As for why you, as a noble, don't know..." Jedi showed a proud smile:
"First of all, due to well-known reasons, there are not many historical materials of the two empires left in the stars. If you want to find the most complete historical materials, you have to go to the Rise and Fall Pavilion of the Suye Dynasty, or here, the Truth Library of the Tower of End;
Secondly, after all, the Bright Star royal family is the descendant of the Carruther royal family. Even if they knew this, do you think the High King would be happy to put 'The Emperor was beheaded by the army' into the book?"
"Back to the topic," Jedi sat down cross-legged - this is Shao's cross-legged sitting method. Compared with his other kneeling method, Jedi felt that this Far Eastern sitting method was particularly expert-like - patting himself.
The sword:
"I heard that the guy who killed the emperor relied on this mysterious prototype extraordinary power to defeat almost all opponents of his time. Even mages had to be careful when meeting him."
"All opponents?" Cohen asked in surprise: "What is so powerful about this prototype?"
"I don't know," Jedi frowned: "It is recorded in Crassus's own notes that the biggest characteristic of that kind of extraordinary power is that it has no characteristics."
"No characteristics?"
Jedi spread his hands and said irresponsibly: "Anyway, this is what Crassus wrote a hundred years ago."
"That's not right," Cohen frowned and doubted: "If this kind of extraordinary power is really so powerful, wouldn't it have been learned by everyone for more than a thousand years, and now it has become the most popular terminal?
Do you have the power?"
"Yes, why hasn't it been widely circulated? This is the weird part," Jedi said with a mysterious look on his face, as if you were about to ask me: "We figured this out."
Cohen raised his eyebrows, folded his arms and refused to ask.
Jedi raised the corners of his mouth and frowned, staring at Cohen fiercely.
But the latter remained indifferent, as if he just came to the library to take a walk and listen to stories.
Finally, Jedi rolled his eyes at Cohen, but couldn't help but feel the desire to "talk", and said helplessly:
"The notes of Crassus are vague, but there is a clear record of the awakening and improvement of this power - this was a joint study between him and another inheritor at that time."
Cohen stared at him curiously.
Jedi opened his mouth softly and spat out words with a distinct Far Eastern color, like a verse:
"Through life and death, one becomes extraordinary; through survival and death, one reaches the peak."
Cohen stared, opened his mouth, and shook his head twice.
don't know.
Jedi sighed: "Our normal power of termination, including the four original extraordinary powers, must be awakened through unremitting swordsmanship and combat practice."
"However, this 'prototype' cannot be awakened through practice, nor can it be improved through proficiency," Jedi narrowed his eyes mysteriously:
"As the power of termination, it can only be used when the owner is in danger of life and is about to die..."
"There is a slight chance of awakening."
Cohen's eyes widened.
"It has experienced life and death to become extraordinary, and it has experienced existence and death to reach the peak - it can only awaken in the realm of mortality."
The huge library of truth is filled with silence.
Three seconds later, Cohen opened his mouth in disbelief: "No way! So people who have this kind of prototype termination power are all..."
"Well," Jedi frowned, full of doubt and confusion, and uttered a few words:
"Those who have experienced death."
With an ugly expression, Cohen touched his abdomen, where the wound pierced by the calamity swordsman of the Blood Bottle Gang still seemed to be aching.
Jedi's face was complicated and he said: "The awakeners of this prototype end power are the lucky few on the battlefield - they can only awaken after suffering serious injuries that will kill them, and I guess that most of them have awakened not long ago.
Later, he died of his injuries."
"For example, your throat was cut and you didn't die immediately. Then you awakened this power, and then with the recovery power of a dragon, you repaired the wound and stood up alive?" Cohen frowned: "It doesn't sound like a human can do it.
What happened?"
The vigilance officer shook his head in disbelief... He could not understand the meaning of this power.
"But it appeared after all." His teacher lowered his head.
"I have another guess. Shao agrees with me on this point." Under Cohen's breathless gaze, Jedi slowly stated his reasoning:
"The stronger the strength, such as the extreme realm and the super level, if you want to increase the power of termination, the conditions may be more stringent, the requirements for the 'mortal realm' will be more severe, and the mortality rate will be higher——
That’s why Crassus wanted to imitate rather than copy the original.”
Cohen sighed: "I guess that aura of madness and violence is the sequela of this 'seeking death' power?"
Jedi nodded: "So even the lucky ones who survive, after gaining this kind of power, if they want to improve and become stronger, they must go through more tragic death experiences again and again...Similarly, very few people survive,
Others just…”
"So," Jedi sighed:
"There's no way it could spread on a large scale."
"Don't you think it's very contradictory!" Cohen raised his hands on the ground and protested: "If you want to wake up, go for death! If you want to become stronger, go for death! - Why do I practice this kind of finishing power?"
"Haha, becoming stronger is not necessarily about survival," Jedi Tafner, the ultimate inheritor of the End Tower, chuckled: "Don't underestimate people's determination to pursue power and become strong."
"Isn't Crassus, the 'Sword of Disaster', an example? Why do you think he would imitate this high-risk finishing power?"
Cohen frowned.
strength?
Become stronger?
Raphael…
What are you doing for...
Cohen touched his head and remembered a question:
"Besides the Emperor Slayer, are there any other records of awakened people? Who was the first awakened person in history?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Jedi scratched his head inelegantly. If Director Luobik were here, he would recognize this scratching gesture that is almost exactly the same as Cohen's: "We have looked through all the classics, and Shao even
Went to Suye’s Xingde Pavilion..."
"The first suspicious record of it appeared in the savage period, at the Iron-Blooded King's world-famous 'humanity's last line of defense'. A seriously injured sixteen-year-old soldier awakened an extraordinary power that could not be improved, and it was briefly rumored as a joke.
The second time it appeared in the period of kings, on the eve of the Battle of Chasing the Saints, was that an eighteen-year-old mortal infantry warrior came back alive from the siege of the orcs alone, and later mastered extraordinary power and became a super-level warrior."
"I guess, apart from 'experiencing death' and the fact that they are all young," Cohen scratched his head: "You still haven't discovered anything, right?"
Jedi stared at him for a long time.
"No, we did find something." Jedi pondered:
"These people have one more thing in common."
"What do they have in common?" Cohen immediately became energetic and opened his eyes wide.
"The two people in front," Jedi showed a mysterious smile: "They have all experienced confrontations with orcs. They awakened the prototype extraordinary power during the war between humans and orcs."
"That's the key."
"Wait a minute!" Cohen looked at the teacher's evil smile and remembered the teacher's bad taste with vigilance. He couldn't help but swallow hard: "I recognize this expression..."
"One person is in a tight siege, and the other person is on the defensive line." The security officer raised his hands, crossed them in front of his chest, made an exaggerated warning gesture, and frowned: "Are you trying to say..."
Jedi looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You must have done some indescribable things with the orcs... to awaken that prototype, right?"
After Cohen finished speaking, the familiar sound of wind came as expected!
"Boom!"
Cohen skillfully raised his hands to block Jedi's slashing hand knife.
Sure enough - Cohen laughed and said: The same move, used a second time, is ineffective on me...
"bump!"
Cohen looked pale and held his stomach, looking at the scabbard on Jedi's left hand in disbelief.
This guy……
Actually cheating...
"I've been thinking about something all day long!" Jedi put away the scabbard and said angrily.
"The battlefields on the Western Front are all rude and big-headed soldiers," Cohen rubbed his stomach painfully: "You have to know some trash talk in order to blend in."
"Back to the topic!" Jedi said angrily.
Cohen smiled listlessly and sat back down.
"Remember the guy who cut off the emperor's head? We have the life of the Emperor Slayer," Jedi sighed: "He was also a knight, and he was from the North."
Cohen looked confused.
Jedi narrowed his eyes: "When he was still a servant, the knight master he served died. No one has ever taught the Emperor Slayer..."
Cohen shook his head: "So?"
"So, that Emperor Slayer..." Jedi exhaled:
"I have only learned a set of basic swordsmanship."
Under Cohen's curiosity, Jedi's eyes shone brightly:
"The ancient swordsmanship to resist the orcs."
"The Sword of Origin of Extraordinary Power..."
Cohen reacted and his eyes widened in shock until they couldn't get any wider.
Jedi gently held the hilt of his sword and uttered one word:
"Northland Military Swordsmanship."
—————————
Thales raised his head.
"If I die here, the war between Exeter and the stars will definitely break out," he said calmly: "The stars will be too busy to take care of themselves, let alone a cross-ocean invasion."
"Two hundred years in prison have taught me one thing," the vampire gently tightened his cloak, his convex and convex figure became clearer and more attractive, but his tone was more horrifying: "The power in your hands is the greatest wealth."
"Don't underestimate the temptation of power," Serena said calmly: "It can make people go crazy."
"Do you know how many casualties this will cause?" Thales asked calmly.
"Yes, precious lives, bloody sacrifices," Serena sighed sadly: "But as the Far East said: a great general achieves military exploits on ten thousand bones."
Thales raised his head with firm eyes: "Life is not a toy for you to play with, ugly face woman."
"Don't call me that, I'll be angry." Serena said softly.
Thales ignored her: "You don't have that qualification. No one has that kind of qualification."
"What a coincidence," Serena's eyes flashed with a strange color: "From ancient times to the present, many people have had this qualification."
The next moment, Thales was about to continue to speak to delay time, but Serena didn't talk to him anymore, and just said slowly:
"Finally it worked."
Thales was confused.
But the next moment, he understood!
He suddenly found that he couldn't move.
Tails suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
what happened?
Thales wanted to use wood chips to cut open his hands behind his back, but even his fingers were stiff!
"Generally speaking, it only takes a few seconds for 'Pause Vision' to deal with weak people," Serena walked up to him nonchalantly and took the bag from his hand under Thales's surprised eyes.
Wood chips:
"But you are indeed worthy of being a descendant of the emperor. It actually took me so long to stop you."
"Compared to my sister, this ability is not very practical in battle." Serena sneered.
"Why do I talk so much nonsense? Do you think you are the only one delaying time?" Serena said coldly: "Every second I talk to you makes me sick, kid."
Thales looked at Serena with a pale face, but his neck was extremely stiff.
Serena smiled slightly:
"Are you ready to face your death? Your Highness, the Second Prince?"
how so?
Thales gradually became able to move, but his biggest trump card had been lost.
He felt extremely regretful.
If I had just...
No!
He suddenly woke up.
It’s not too late yet!
Thales gritted his teeth and uttered a few words from between his teeth: "Ugly...face...po..."
Serena no longer concealed her expression, revealing hatred and disgust.
"Damn kid, I really want to suck you dry..."
Thales's heart moved.
right.
Come and suck my blood.
if that is the case……
Serena brought her face close to him, took a deep breath like smelling delicious food, and her long eyelashes brushed his eyebrows.
But Serena didn't get what he wanted.
"Don't worry, I won't let you bleed to use that kind of superpower... What a pity," Serena stroked his face and blew gently into his ear: "I still told the truth.
of……"
"Your blood is really nourishing."
The next moment, Thales was strangled by Serena's neck and held up in the air!
Why is it in this position again!
Thales cursed in his heart!
He couldn't breathe air again.
Serena sighed.
"Do you think I'm happy to pretend to be a little girl who can't speak well and act coquettishly to you while suppressing my disgust?"
The next moment, Serena's eyes turned cold: "Or, do you think I will really wait patiently for you to ascend the throne, and then when you are gray-haired, give me a painless mercenary to reset me?"
?”
Her hands tightened even more!
"Seline? Little sister?"
"How dare you call me that? I have lived longer than all your ancestors put together!" She said viciously, almost crushing Thales' throat.
"For your rudeness..." she said coldly, "I will let you taste the pain of death."
Thales kicked and beat in pain.
But his hands were still tied tightly behind his back, and he couldn't even make any useful struggle!
Take it off for fun - he thought painfully.
"A long time ago, Hesta told me that there was a great khan in the Giseri tribe who was good at fighting. He once said this to his best ally." Selena looked at Thales indifferently.
Struggling, he said in a cold voice:
"For the sake of our former friendship..."
"I grant you a death without bloodshed."
—————————
"Oh! That silly 'beaten swordsmanship' that has been in decline for thousands of years?" Cohen suddenly slapped his palms:
"I thought that no one has practiced it since we completely defeated the orcs in Quegur's 'Battle of the Saints' during the Kings Period three thousand years ago!"
"Be respectful!" Jedi said in a deep voice.
"Although many sword moves were used to defend against orcs and dragons, they seemed childish and ridiculous in the subsequent wars," in Cohen's eyes, the inheritor of the Tower of the End straightened up and said seriously and solemnly:
"But that is the 'Sword of Origin' with extraordinary power after all. Since the four original extraordinary powers are all derived from it, then what's the possibility of it giving birth to a fifth alien species?"
"Wait!" Cohen reacted and frowned: "So, we can deduce the necessary conditions for the awakening of the prototype ending power?".
"Yes," Jedi nodded solemnly:
"First of all, you must be very young, maybe over twelve or under twenty, and you must not be able to develop any finishing power."
"Secondly, you must have a complete inheritance foundation of Northland military swordsmanship."
"Again, and most importantly, you must experience death, but you cannot die immediately."
"Finally, you must have—you said, comparable to a giant dragon—a strong resilience to survive fatal injuries, to ensure that your awakening will not be the last act of your life."
"Then, you cycle the process again."
The inheritor raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the glass.
The sun is almost setting.
Jedi thought of the silent figure carrying a sword and the oath he made when he left.
【I will find this power.】
【No matter how hard it is, no matter what price you have to pay.】
【If this is my path.】
Jedi Tafner lowered his head and sighed:
"But that's simply impossible."
There was a long silence.
"Teacher, the terminating power of this 'prototype'," Cohen said with a solemn expression. This time he was no longer indifferent, but used honorifics: "Do you have a name?"
Jedi paused and nodded slowly:
"some."
"The Emperorslayer gave it its name."
Cohen's face turned serious: "What's it called?"
"It has something to do with the legend you are all familiar with," Jedi said calmly, "About death."
"The ancient Myojin Church has legends that after people die, if their souls cannot return to the kingdom of God, they will go to hell."
"At the gate of hell, in front of the residences of the seven monarchs, flows a dangerous and terrible river. There is a treacherous ferryman on it, who rows the boat all year round and is responsible for guiding these dead souls."
"That river is called...the Prison River."
Cohen's heart trembled.
This is a story I have heard from my mother, teachers and even servants since I was a child.
Maybe...not just a legend?
"So when you see the Hell River, you see death."
"But the Emperor Slayer believes that there are always some people who have souls that even the Hell River is unwilling to collect, and the ferryman of the Hell River will send them back to the human world."
"They saw the river of hell and returned from death."
Cohen opened his eyes wide.
Just listen to Jedi say one word at a time:
"therefore……"
"The power of ending that comes from returning from death..."
"That's what the Emperor Slayer is called..."
"The Sin of Hell River."
————————
Thales struggled with his hands tied behind his back,
His trembling, blue lips struggled vigorously but feebly in front of this incomparable power.
Every pore on his body exploded into goosebumps under the huge pressure. The bones rubbed fiercely due to the tight joints. Blood gathered on the surface of the skin. His heart beat faster and faster under the heavy pressure.
.
Venus and darkness appeared in front of my eyes, gradually blurring.
There seems to be a huge glass barrier between the mouth and nose and the air, making it impossible to breathe.
His trembling gray eyes watched Serena's hand getting tighter and tighter.
Thales was still struggling hard, kicking his legs constantly, trying to escape from this desperate and dark shadow of death.
But it was getting darker and darker before his eyes.
Until all vision is lost.
His brain activity became increasingly difficult, harder, and slower due to lack of oxygen.
His thinking began to lose clarity.
His memory began to become chaotic, with countless fragments emerging and gradually overlapping.
His heart beat more and more crazily, trying to deliver more oxygen to his brain.
But it's all in vain.
Until the only heir to the Kingdom of Stars, Thales Bright Star, no longer struggled.
His eyes rolled to the top of his head, his legs hung down weakly, his shoulders relaxed, and he became as calm as death.