After a fierce battle, the Temple Square became dilapidated.
As far as the eye can see, there is a scene of the terrifying Holy Power flames burning, but the scene in Renn's eyes has not been interrupted yet.
After a quarter of an hour, the ruthless flames slowly extinguished.
Under the black burning stake in the center of the square, both the Star Sword Master and the witch were dead, leaving only two groups of ashes and a broken black stone.
"Ogros, how could you let the devil blind your eyes so that you went astray and lost your life?"
Cardinal Whit sighed, and picked up the inherited black stone on the ground with his thin palms, with a complicated expression on his face.
He had paid attention to the Star Sword Master when he first showed his skills, and once tried to recruit him to join the church... Unfortunately, the other party was too deeply involved with the Dusk Witches.
"It's nothing to talk about going astray. Things in the world are unpredictable and life's fate is nothing more than that."
Kadir, the leader of the Knights Templar, shook his head.
As an orphan, Starry Sky Sword Master almost starved to death on the streets when he was young. He met a witch and embarked on the path to transcendence...
I had this kind of background from the beginning, so I had no choice.
Kadir took the broken black stone of inheritance from the cardinal's hand and walked to the old man on the high platform.
Bowing slightly, he said respectfully:
"His Majesty the Pope, the Nightmare Witch and the Starry Sky Sword Master have both died, leaving only this inherited black stone. How to deal with it?"
"Of course the things left by a heretic were destroyed immediately. Is it possible that they should be returned to his disciples?"
Next to him, a cardinal with a hooked nose said unceremoniously.
"Destroy it. It's so damaged that it's useless even if you keep it." Another cardinal agreed.
Most people support destroying it. If it is intact, the church may still be preserved. Whether it is sold or used to train paladins in swordsmanship, it is very valuable.
But it was already dilapidated, and probably still bearing the scene of the recent battle, so the church people didn’t want to keep it.
After all, the Starry Sky Sword Master just went on a killing spree here, sweeping through all the enemies, defeating Kadir, the leader of the Knights Templar, and even injuring the Pope.
"It would be a pity to destroy it. It may contain the inheritance of Ogros' swordsmanship. I think it is very valuable..."
Captain Qadir does not want to destroy this inherited black stone.
It wasn't out of pity for O'Gross, but because he felt that his opponent's swordsmanship and swordsmanship were of great value for research.
Although this heritage black stone can only be used two or three times, it may come in handy one day to help some paladins who like swordsmanship or have reached a bottleneck in their swordsmanship.
"The foundation is solid and the atmosphere is extraordinary, but the last step is to go astray and turn one's body into a sword. This is the wrong path. It's a pity."
The pope's old voice suddenly sounded, causing Qadir and the many cardinals present to be stunned.
Before anyone could ask anything, the Pope's face suddenly lost interest.
He took the inherited black stone with his thin palm, and a burst of intense holy power spread out from his palm, forming a layer of holy power crystals to wrap around the stone.
Buzz~
Then the old man gently tossed his hand, and the black stone of inheritance turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the night.
It was pitch black and the scene was cut off.
But Ren heard an old voice.
"It should only be used once. Burning life to gather strength and turn it into a sword... This inherited black stone he carried on his body absorbed part of his spilled power and spiritual imprint...
To open it, you must master his swordsmanship and have similar strength attributes. In this case, leave it to someone who is destined to do so."
………
The sun is shining brightly in the villa courtyard.
Ren sat cross-legged on the green lawn with his eyes closed, and the heritage black stone in his hand emitted colorful light.
An illusory figure also sat cross-legged on the ground.
This figure was made of starlight, holding an ordinary long sword. It roughly overlapped with Ren's body, as if it had been coated with a layer of brilliance.
Many acupuncture points in Ren's body flickered and vibrated, and his body was filled with fluorescence, as if translucent, and the blood vessels, muscles, and bones in his body could be vaguely seen.
Huhu~
More than one hundred and seventy acupoints are like whirlpools.
These acupoints swallowed up the spiritual energy in the air, as well as wisps of faint starlight. The shining figure that overlapped with Ren Zhong's body seemed to have had its power extracted, and gradually dimmed.
Half an hour later, the figure turned into a plume of smoke and disappeared.
Oops~
He opened his eyes instantly, and a flash of lightning flashed in the sky.
There seemed to be stars swirling in the pupils as deep as the night, and each acupoint was lit up. Soon, there were two hundred acupoints flashing among the limbs and bones!
Many acupoints are arranged like stars in the sky, outlining the outline of the human body.
Ren's expression was dull, bathed in the light rain of stars, and his small body seemed to have turned into a vast starry sky.
However, the phenomenon was fleeting and the lawn soon returned to normal.
At the same time, the black stone of inheritance in his hand silently turned into crumbs and powder, and was blown away by the breeze.
"That's it, alas~"
With a sigh, Ren stood up.
It was as if a blood-stained vicious soldier had been inserted into the scabbard of the sword. The ferocious, cruel and frightening sword aura on his body gradually subsided and soon became simple and edgeless.
With a calm expression on his face and an ordinary aura, Renn at this moment gave people the feeling of a big boy next door.
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Name: Ryan Ackerman (Yao Hua)
Age:16(19)
Origin: Overworld, Hisayas
Energy attribute: Qi of stars
Strength: Main world, fourth level high
Currently bound weapons: Starlight Blade (pseudo-sacred force weapon), Avalon (special weapon)
Abilities: Master of Swordsmanship (Advanced→Top Level), Master of Runes (Intermediate), Eye of Deception (Advanced), Psychic Creation (Special Skill, Transformed from Projection Magic), Mind's Eye (Advanced).
Prototype of the domain: Starry Sea of Light·Infinite Arms (prototype of dual domains)
Strength evaluation: Humanity Temple is close to the peak of the fourth level.
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[Reminder, the favored person's ability "Master of Swordsmanship" has been promoted to the top level. 】
"After being stuck for so long, I finally made a breakthrough in my sword skills." Hearing the prompt, a smile appeared on Renn's face.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no doubt that he has gained a lot this time, and the value of this inherited black stone is much greater than imagined.
He had just resonated with the remaining spiritual imprint of the Starry Sky Sword Master, and was almost immersed in it, perfectly experiencing the sword master's various swordsmanship moves and fighting methods.
Not to mention, before he died in the battle, the Starry Sky Sword Master used his own vitality, spiritual energy, and spiritual power as fuel to strike out with the pinnacle sword.
That sword even slightly broke through the shackles of the Pope's great prophecy!
However, it could not last long. The power that the Star Sword Master forcibly gathered quickly dissipated, and part of the spilled power was absorbed by the inherited black stone on his body.
When Ren started his inheritance, he had previously practiced starry sky swordsmanship due to the similar nature of star power, so this part of the power was easily absorbed and digested by him.
This contains the purest vitality, spiritual thoughts and spiritual power of a powerful saint.
In this way, Ren was equivalent to taking a large bottle of the best magic potion tailor-made for him, which allowed him to open more than 20 acupoints in an instant, and his realm also improved a bit, approaching the peak of the fourth level.
"The Nightmare Witch from six hundred years ago, or the Twilight Witch Coven?" Renn reached out and touched his chin, thinking.
Breakthroughs in sword skills and improved strength were certainly something to be happy about, but he had not forgotten the pictures he had seen before, which contained a lot of information.
The adoptive mother of the Star Sword Master, the witch who was tied to a black stone pillar and allowed the Church of Light to mobilize its troops, her title is the "Nightmare Witch".
Interestingly, Ren also knew a witch with the same title.
Witch Josephina, has the same title, to be precise, it is a title, she is also from the Twilight Witch Coven!
Moreover, this woman seemed to have found him too.
"I really don't want to deal with witches."
Ren's face twitched, and he suspected that this inherited black stone might have been auctioned by Josephina.
Pope Francis IV has already thrown away the stone. His old man will definitely not pick it up again, and neither will the church people. So who will pay attention to the Square of Execution?
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Melova University.
In the spacious and clean classroom, the boring courses made many students in Class 2 of Professionals a little distracted.
Theoretical knowledge class is one of the courses that students hate the most. When this class first started, no one paid much attention to it.
"The strong are always respected, and every saint is a legend. No matter what profession or origin... as long as he is known by others, it is enough to be recorded in the annals of history."
"Most saints have titles, just like formal noble titles, the title is recognized by the entire continent."
On the podium, the middle-aged teacher put down his book upon seeing this.
He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. After adjusting his blue-rimmed glasses, he looked at a girl in the last row of the classroom:
"Classmate Kate, there are usually two situations when it comes to titles of saints on the mainland. What are they? Please answer."
As soon as the middle-aged teacher finished speaking, the students all turned their attention to the diligent and studious female student who had just entered school.
In the last row, the blond and blue-eyed idiot Mao Wang stood up immediately and said without thinking:
"One is a title that is tailor-made and highly personal, such as 'Queen of Dreams' Lucy, 'Magic Gun' Carragher...
The other is a title that is inherited from ancestors, elders, or a certain force, and is passed down from generation to generation within the organization, such as ‘Horn of Dawn’ Wade, ‘Nightmare Witch’ Josefina...”
Arturia's voice was clear and she answered the question perfectly.
"Very good, please sit down." The middle-aged teacher said with appreciation in his eyes.
He obviously liked this diligent, studious and meticulous girl very much, and warned other students in the classroom:
"Boys, don't doze off. I know these theoretical knowledge classes are boring, but you must learn like Kate, have a good attitude, and be able to endure loneliness."
"Teacher, what's the use of this kind of general knowledge class? Why don't you arrange some fighting classes during this time?" a student asked.
The middle-aged teacher said with a smile:
"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed of no use, but I don't want you to act like a retard when others ask about this common sense.
In addition, these knowledge must be tested!
There are still a lot of credits for this course. If you can’t graduate because of this failure, haha, it’s better to wipe your neck with a knife as soon as possible to avoid wasting social resources!”
classmates:"………"
Dai Maowang's expression is very calm, and she is very serious about everything she studies.
No matter how boring and boring it is, can it be more boring than reciting such blabbering religious texts as "Divine Grace" and "Teachings"?
………
In the underground black market.
On the far east side, the witch's apothecary shop is still deserted.
By the way, anyone who sees a giant black python that is more than eight meters long, as thick as a water tube, covered with black scales, and has a bloody mouth will take a detour subconsciously.
This is a king-level beast that can threaten the human temple - the black abyss python, which is enough to scare away many customers.
But today, the witch's apothecary welcomed a customer.
She was wearing a fiery red tight-fitting cheongsam. The tight-fitting clothes outlined her devilish body curves. Her front and back were bulging, making her very proud and provocative. Her black and shiny hair was casually scattered behind her.
Hiss~
On the outside of the shop made of stones, when I saw this woman, the black abyss python kept swallowing purple snakes.
As if in a demonstration, the huge snake body of the Black Abyss Python stood halfway up, its vertical pupils staring intently at the domineering woman, as if it would launch an attack at any time.
When Ren came here, it didn't have such a big reaction.
Candice, a tall alien woman with a pair of fair and slender legs, glanced coldly at the giant black abyss python.
Woo~
A terrifying black giant snake also emerged from her body.
The giant snake is as oppressive as an abyss and a prison. It has a pair of black wings like a fallen angel. It is like a creature in ancient mythology, exuding the aura of primitive wilderness, cold-blooded violence.
Hiss~
The black abyss python seemed to be frightened, sometimes its eyes flashed fiercely, and sometimes it twisted its body uneasily and retreated.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Candice ignored it at all and walked forward on her own.
Legend has it that the Wismac people, who have the blood of snake people and worship the ancient "black-feathered serpent", are not afraid of any snakes at all.
"Xiao Hei, step aside, this is a guest."
The witch's charming voice came from the shop, and the black abyss python calmed down, turned its head and retreated slowly.
After entering the store, Candice sat down directly in front of the witch:
"Aunt Josephina, you asked me to auction the broken heritage black stone for you. I have already done it, but I am very strange. How can you be sure that he will definitely buy that thing? Is it the result of divination?"
"No, divination is not as magical as you think."
Behind the counter, the witch shook her head, and then smiled brightly:
"But my aunt has many friends. I asked Elena, the 'violent ape' of the Demon Hunter Association, and found out that his sword skills have reached a bottleneck. So..."
So that’s it, it’s really watertight.
Candice was a little impressed, and then said:
"Elena should be in Diramo City, so your body..."
"That's right, I'm currently digging up the body of someone who shouldn't have died in Pugni Plain and Orange Town." The witch said calmly, the smile on her face getting brighter.
"Isn't this difficult? You haven't come back yet?"
"To put it lightly, there are two perverts in the sky who are confronting each other. They may fight at any time. Auntie, I can't afford to offend them, so I can only keep a low profile, so my movements are a bit slow."
The witch seemed to have thought of something and cursed.
Candice was silent for a while before asking:
"Auntie, I don't understand what you are planning to do. Can a broken black stone of inheritance make him go against the church?"
"No, he's not the Starry Sky Sword Master. That kid is bad, and he's not as upright as the Sword Master... I'm not the nightmare witch who was burned to death six hundred years ago."
Josefina said calmly.
"Then what are you going to do?" Candice frowned slightly.
Her father knew this powerful witch, and her mother... was a witch, but she was dead. Her mother was also a member of the Twilight Witches—the "Witch of Doom" of the previous generation.
Nightmare, doom, confusion...the three leaders.
"It's not a plot against him anyway. That kid is not easy to fool, he has a dark heart... I found out too late, so I just sold a few favors."
The witch held her chin and said lazily:
"If you want to ask him for help, act quickly and be bold, otherwise don't regret it if you miss it."
"Really? Then I'll go find him in a few days." With a flick of her long black hair, Candice turned and left.