According to rumors, the treasure is an extraordinary object, said to be a crown and composed of jewelry.
"Russel" looked at Roman in front of him. I don't know if it was because he felt that Roman had no intention of taking action, or he felt that although the warrior in front of him had strange substitute abilities in his dream, Rossel still felt that he could control it.
It was still Rossell who felt that the more widely the news was spread, the more beneficial it would be to him.
He said without any concealment:
"It was a magical and extraordinary item, consisting of three parts, a black iron crown, a red crystal diamond, and a string of green orbs."
"When the three of them are aggregated together, they will be aggregated into an extremely powerful and extremely great seal."
"With it, you can pray to the great being, and He can fulfill all your wishes."
This strong sense of déjà vu made Roman confirm that Lobanu in front of him did indeed have some of Rossel's memory, and it finally matched the guess in Roman's heart.
Fortunately, Roman was familiar with various online novels before, so he could understand this meme at once.
Black Iron Crown, Red Crystal Diamond and Blue Orb, but there is no Supreme God of Life in this world...
Life... If there is only one who can be involved in the "Supreme God of Life" in this world, I am afraid that the only one who surpasses the true God who has taken charge of the two ways of "Moon" and "Mother".
Roman's pupils shrink slightly. In the real world, Roman will try to avoid directly mentioning keywords when thinking about the existence of some high-person entities.
Who knows what the scope of "Golden Finger" is like?
Roman was the same at this moment, and he didn't dare to think about the essence of that great existence, and he was cautious in his heart.
He stared at the "Russel" in front of him, with a tone of doubt and a little assurance:
"When you gather them, which great existence will you pray to?"
"Russel" over there said with some illusory and unknown tone:
"Of course I'm asking me."
Roman shook his head:
"If it was you before, of course you can respond to this prayer."
"But now you are afraid that you have only the status but have no power. How can you give the person who has collected three items to satisfy his wish?" "So who are you praying to? Are you really Emperor Rossell the Great?
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The eyes of "Russel" opposite suddenly became blurred, as if they were in a trance.
Suddenly Roman felt the breaking of the dream. In reality, the expression on Lobanu's face opposite suddenly became extremely painful.
He shook the hand of the lady next to him, took two steps forward, and looked straight into Roman's eyes. He asked:
"Who are you?"
Because Roman had just now clearly mastered some knowledge and some secret situations, he could ask such questions.
But then "Russel"'s expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he asked again:
"who I am?"
"I am, I am a member of Beckland's Elite Mechanic Heart Squad, Luther Lobanu."
"I am the son of Count Pros, the coast of Intis."
"I am, I am Emperor Rossell!"
"No, I'm not, I'm not..." His tall body suddenly fell to the ground.
The young lady next to her wanted to help her, but was blocked by Roman with a cane.
The lady clearly saw that her male companion was in a wrong state and was very anxious. However, Roman ignored her and just stared at the man who was kneeling on the ground seriously.
Suddenly a crimson light flashed across the crown above his head, and the light seemed to disappear into the person in front of him in an instant, but Roman could see clearly.
Then he slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, looked up, with no expression on his face, no emotion in his eyes, and a tone filled with indifference, and he spoke:
"I'm Rossell."
But his tone and his changes made the young lady who had become familiar with him along the way unable to help but take a step back, and she felt that some unknown changes had happened.
Roman took a step forward, staring at his eyes with a burning look, and asked:
"Who are you?"
The tone without any emotion sounded again, as if it was murmuring, as if it was murmuring.
"I am...I am Rossell."
Roman held the cane tightly in his left hand and knocked on the deck with a thumping sound.
"So who do you want to pray?"
"Russel"'s eyes gradually became crazy.
"Of course it's to me." Then the smile on the corner of his mouth became evil, "toward the unique red moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual power."
Roman had long had a guess about this. The moment the man in front of him began to recite the name of the Lord, Roman followed him in Guhemis and chanted loudly:
"The king who ruled the sky, the emperor who ruled the sea, and the great God of Storm!"
You can call people? No, you can call God?
After Roman recited the name of Lord of the Storm, he was playing the show in his heart and his hands were not idle. He reached out and grabbed Richod's shoulder next to him and prepared to teleport away.
Rejord reached out to stop Roman and pointed to the lady's direction.
Roman was puzzled, but it was not the time to explain. Roman quickly flashed to the lady and took her back to the merchant ship before she could react.
Just as Roman flashed and left, dark clouds gradually dispersed in the sky above the ship, revealing the bright red moon as red as blood.
Blood Moon!
However, after only a short blood moon, the sky was again covered in dark clouds, and roaring thunder brewed in the dark clouds.
Silver-white lightning kept surging in the dark clouds.
The turbulent wind and huge waves swayed around the pirate ship and the man above.
Suddenly, thick lightning flashed in the sky, and the lightning struck one by one like rain, and the figure standing on the pirate ship.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
After that, dark clouds covered the moon, and thunder kept roaring.
The lady who Roman brought back fell to the ground and tears fell in her eyes.
Ignoring the stunned eyes of the others on the merchant ship, some believers of the Lord of Storm had even knelt on the ground and shouted that the storm was on.
Even Rejord couldn't help but sigh.
Just relying on the reputation of the gods, Roman is really the one who is favored by the gods...
Roman ignored the complicated emotions of the people around him, but stared at the pirate ship in the distance with bright eyes.
After Roman had just arrived on the ship and saw the situation of the pirates in the ship, Roman knew that the person must be Rossel, or that man must be Rossel.
Although Rossell, as a leader and an emperor, killed many people, and died because of him.
He is not a Virgin, indecisive style, but a decisive consul.
But he is not a bloodthirsty person in essence.
If he really recovered to Rossell's previous person, then those pirates would be like ants to him, and Rossell's humanity was still sufficient, and he could not do such a slaughter-like operation
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So at that time, Roman knew that something was wrong, and then he entered the dream and talked to the "Russel" to confirm this.
Roman had some speculations about this "Russel" situation.