Chai Anping had so many thoughts in his mind that he never expected that the two demons would decide to hand over this weapon that had been forged for thousands of years to Atreus.
"It seems like a good show broke out on Mount Targon?"
"Of course... of course." Thinking of what he saw and heard that day, Fiddlesticks was overjoyed: "The conflict between Pantheon and Atreus is irreconcilable, but how can the selfish protoss stand in the way of Ah?
Tris's side.
Although it did not further divide the two groups of protoss in the end, it was enough to chill the hearts of those possessed mortals.
Atreus himself chose to leave the last bit of dignity to the protoss. He just collapsed a cliff on the top of Mount Targon with a spear. Hahaha, mortals are so interesting... He himself chose to kill the last bit of affection between the two parties.
Lose.
The two sides will probably be real mortal enemies next time they meet!
This weapon is my reward to Atreus, and I believe that only he can bring out the full strength of this weapon." Fiddlesticks believed in his judgment.
After the pool of pitch black liquid floating in the air completely melted the bones in it, a cold aura suddenly appeared in the hall.
The power of the gods completely disappeared, and this chaotic energy turbid liquid swallowed it up, even increasing it by several orders of magnitude.
Fiddlesticks nodded with satisfaction. He signaled Chai Anping and his men to take a few steps back. Then he casually thrust his right hand into the air and pulled out a rusty bronze spear.
The sharp edge of the spear was solidified with dark blood, and an extremely strong aura remained on the blood.
"Don't look at the spear."
Chai Anping blocked Ezreal's sight. Having seen the Abyss of Sin, he probably knew what level of god it was as a weapon.
Fiddlesticks pushed the bronze spear into the dark liquid.
"Zizzizi..."
A piercing sound suddenly sounded in the air, and there seemed to be faces screaming in the dark liquid.
Black and red gradually intertwined, eventually turning into a black-red luster that was imprinted on the spear.
"That's the power of the Darkin!"
Chai Anping carefully felt the difference between this power and the power of the gods, and at the same time wondered in his mind - if he really put his soul into it, would he really create a sixth dark descendant?
As the dark red liquid solidified on the spear, the original bronze rust marks were peeled off little by little, becoming more and more brutal, and a ferocious aura appeared on the spear.
The unbalanced force gathers at the tip of the spear and gradually distorts the shape and size of the spear.
After a long time, sharp serrated teeth appeared on the edge of the spear tip one after another, looking like the fangs of some ferocious beast.
"Qiang——"
In the end, all the black liquid was absorbed by the spear, and the tip of the spear seemed to be filled with blood that could never solidify. The originally rusty spear was now completely covered with messy black and red lines.
fierce!
Extremely fierce!
This spear, which began to be "forged" thousands of years ago, has finally reached a higher level today through the hands of Fiddlesticks.
Fiddlesticks waved his hand and took the spear back, but this time he did not touch the spear, but carefully re-sealed it in the space mezzanine.
"Are you going to come with me to meet Atreus?" Fiddlesticks invited: "This will surely be an extremely rare sight."
"No."
Chai Anping thanked him: "I'm still searching for the fragments of the thunder rune. If you have any clues, please tell me. Of course...if you have any new interesting stories, you can share them with me, haha!"
"Of course... of course..."
After successfully completing a small game that took thousands of years, Fiddlesticks was in a good mood. He was even in the mood to make faces with the pale explorer.
"Well, I wish you good luck on your trip and look forward to our next meeting."
"I also wish your plan goes well." Chai Anping smiled and waved.
Fiddlesticks smiled strangely and disappeared into the black mist, leaving only a biting coldness in the dark temple.
"Plop!"
Ezreal suddenly collapsed on the ground and began to breathe heavily.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't seem to have the clarity to speak in a short time.
Although Fiddlesticks did not deliberately shield him from the conversation, just the aura that came out naturally was enough to make such an ordinary person dizzy.
Chai Anping didn't know exactly how much he had heard, but judging from his expression, he probably heard a lot of secrets. After all, the amulet prepared by Xiao Huangmao in advance was not a toy.
Put away the long knife and put the fragments of the thunder rune into the storage space.
Chai Anping took one last look at the mausoleum.
"Adventure is so fun!" he praised sincerely.
Ezreal: "...Haha."
After Chai Anping poured some alchemical magic into him, the famous mainland explorer finally regained his composure. Chai Anping pulled him up from the ground and congratulated him:
"Welcome to the dark side of the world."
"Stop irritating me, Lord Shelley!" Ezreal said angrily: "Otherwise, I suspect that I will lose my confidence in exploring!"
"Is there such a good thing?!"
Chai Anping's eyes lit up. If this was the case, Ezreal's law coin could be said to be stable.
It lit up, the gem of Tears of the Goddess lit up.
Seeing the look in Ezreal's eyes that was close to collapse, Chai Anping finally stopped stimulating his thoughts.
"I'm going to show you the excitement today. Remember to keep it secret. Whether it's your future biography or your nonsense after drinking, you are not allowed to leave any evidence." Chai Anping turned to ask: "Otherwise you will have a lot of trouble, such as paying fees.
Detic will help you arrange everything behind you."
He pursed his lips and motioned for Ezreal to look at the exploded coffin in the hall.
"I..." Ezreal's lips incited, with a complicated expression: "So what just appeared is really the terrifying big demon Fiddlesticks?"
"That's not true."
Chai Anping grinned: "How is it? Does it meet your imagination?"
Ezreal shut his mouth decisively and followed Chai Anping languidly to leave the underground.
"But you can publish the news about the runes as you like. It's not really a secret anyway."
"..."
Smart Ize never opens his mouth.
The two returned the same way they came. When they returned to the entrance of the statue, the people in the ruins had been evacuated due to the earthquake. Some people originally thought that the ruins might have collapsed somewhere, but then Fiddlesticks opened a terrifying barrier.
It dispelled everyone's greed, and many people even fainted because of invisible fear.
What Fiddlesticks also didn't tell Chai Anping was that in his and Ram's original plan, all the residents of Telishni were also tributes for this sacrifice!
It was just because of the appearance of Chai Anping that this old devil who knew people's hearts gave up this plan.
Ezreal sealed the passage again, and Chai Anping dispersed the concealment circle he had set up.
At this time, the two of them didn't know what happened on the ground, so they left the ruins one by one heavily and the other leisurely.
There were only a few shopkeepers left on the commercial street who were still guarding their belongings and were unwilling to leave. The rest of the people all went to nearby shelters. In fact, there was no one left to guard the worthless Baka ruins, so the two of them
It saved me a lot of questioning.
With the mentality of bullying slowly, Chai Anping simply picked up Ezreal and flew back to Talishni.
The two of them found a stall where they could eat. After listening to people nearby discussing what had just happened with lingering fear, they realized that in the eyes of ordinary people, there was more than just an earthquake.
Chai Anping's eyes indicated: "You're no longer suspicious, are you?"
Ezreal picked up the pottery bowl: "Tons, tons, tons!"