"Your Majesty, have you been living such a life?"

"Isn't this a bad life?"

"This is really..."

The silent palace.

Each red eye stared at the throne at the deepest part of the palace.

Standing beside the throne were three tall figures.

The gray-winged king, Casey Reilly, and the young man he respectfully calls uncle.

In front of them was a person who was completely inconsistent with the style of this silent palace.

Thin golden hairs cover almost all the skin of the body. The overall frame is wider than the two people in front of him put together, and several golden eyes are exposed in the facial hair.

The man called uncle glanced up and down at the inhuman face and said expressionlessly:

"I didn't expect this to happen. The bloodline of the ancient alien species and the seal of the residual wing merged during the battle. Not only did it break through the limitations of the bloodline, but it also mixed the two different memories together.

Should I call you Chelton Reilly or Mad Dog Harry?"

The weirdo turned his golden pupils to the young man and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Mad Dog Harry's life is meaningless to this world, so I only have the name Chelton. That memory brings only pain. If Your Majesty

If necessary, you can overwrite this memory again."

"No, there is no need to test him. Uncle, I believe in Chelton's will."

Casey Reilly interrupted the conversation between the two, with a smile on his slightly stubbled face: "Every subordinate is indispensable to me, not to mention that Chelton is really

A true resurrection...Uncle, can this situation be replicated?"

The young man nodded:

"The bloodline of ancient alien species is indeed a new idea...but as long as we can figure out what mechanism causes atavism and memory fusion."

Ceci narrowed his eyes: "Are you going to let Chelton be a guinea pig?"

"Your Majesty, each of us is a guinea pig."

Chelton's golden compound eyes turned to the young man again: "There is a alien species wandering outside the city, can we..."

"There is no such possibility."

The young man directly interrupted Chelton: "We don't have the ability to fight against the ancient alien species."

Chelton's golden compound eyes showed confusion.

The strength of the Gray Wings he had seen was enough to annex the divided territories back to San Garcia after the chaos completely broke out, and even in turn annex the originally terrifying San Garcia Empire.

But this young man said at this time that they were unable to fight against the ancient alien species.

Chelton knew that this young man was not someone who would make random mistakes, and he did not like to joke.

"What exactly are ancient alien species?"

"Oh... you can call them ancient alien species, or you can call them giant beasts. They are the creations of giant dragons. In terms of seniority, they are the same as the Knox giants, but the difference between them and the Knox giants is just

Like dragons and giants."

The young man said calmly: "In ancient times, they fed on ancient giants. They severely damaged the temple several times during the first holy war, and even left a record of seriously injuring the Pope."

Chelton stopped talking.

Things before the Era of Chaos are myths that truly exist in this world.

People call that era the prehistoric era of dragons and giants, and only few people know how to explore the history of that era.

The young man did not pay attention to Chelsea, but looked at Casey Reilly beside him. He lifted the ring with mixed fish and snakes on his finger and said: "The original ring of Guiyuan Sect was engraved with the moon and fish and snakes. Then

It is a symbol set by the founder.

This symbolizes the three forgotten thrones of the gods in this world.

After that despicable founder sat on the throne of the moon, he shamelessly betrayed others and almost destroyed the Guiyuan Cult. Only after a great predecessor, the current leader of the Guiyuan Cult, sat on the throne of the fish, did he

Guiyuan Sect was preserved and developed to this day.

The only god left now is the serpent's throne, which may represent the throne of a giant dragon... Among the ruins left behind in this city, there are the remains of a dragon that contains the power of time. According to records

, these wrecks are undoubtedly "divine remains".

Because of this, the bodies of the Servais family are the best choice as carriers. Their bloodline comes from the Holy Son of the Mother Goddess in the First Holy War. The Son of God's origins were incomplete due to pollution and could not return to the Kingdom of the Mother Goddess. They were unyielding.

The fighting spirit and soul are entangled in the blood of the Servais family, which makes them incomplete and makes them the best carrier.

With the knowledge of the leader and our residual wings, we cover this carrier with the personality we need.

When the harmony between the carrier and the throne is appropriate, that is when a new god is born."

When the young man was talking, Furui Muha's red eyes finally showed some fluctuations.

"We will impose upon them all that Santa Garcia imposed upon us!"

Chelton's golden pupils became brighter and brighter as the young man spoke.

revenge.

This was also the lingering thought in his mind after his "resurrection".

A long time ago, when he saw his relatives and friends die under the iron heel of Saint Garcia, the desire for revenge filled his mind.

It wasn't until the head was taken off by the legendary Grand Duke Jason that the flames of revenge were extinguished.

And now, in order to continue the revenge, if Casey asked him to discard the head again, he would discard the head without hesitation.

"Our hundreds of years of dormancy are for this goal."

"The nest is indestructible after hundreds of years of operation, but the world is big after all, and anything can happen."

Casey Reilly's burgundy eyes stared at the man in front of him, and he slowly said: "You are the most special legend among the Broken Wings. I believe you can do something that no one else can do - the protection of the carrier.

The work is left to you."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I will not let you down, Your Majesty."

Chelton's eyes were firm: "I won't let anyone come into contact with the carrier."

...

Follow your own will.

Protect others.

Paladins exist for the world.

Holy light comes from the will of the Mother Goddess...

In a deserted corner of the city, a paladin wearing heavy armor squatted on the ground, with a two-handed sword that was taller than an adult thrust in front of him.

The golden armor and sword were covered with red bloodshot threads.

His aura is not stable, and his aura constantly fluctuates between legend and epic.

If Charles saw himself at this time, he might think of his adoptive father, whose appearance was already quite close to the old Addison.

If there are people with high spiritual awareness here, they will be surprised to see a little girl squatting on the shoulder of the Paladin with a sly smile holding a sickle. Her mouth is constantly opening and closing, as if facing the Paladin.

What are you talking about.

"So who is right?"

Charles muttered.

He came up with many answers, but these answers quickly became vague, and then asked this question again.

Was he the one who asked?

Or is someone asking on his behalf?

"It doesn't matter who is right, you are you, and then you are a paladin."

A strange voice sounded in Charles' ears.

An unfamiliar female voice.

A sound never heard before.

As the sound sounded, Charles heard a girl's muffled groan, and then the whole world became clear.

He saw his big sword. The blood on the sword was constantly melting, as if it had been eliminated from the source.

The blood on the ground around him is also constantly fading away.

The world became clearer, but Charles's heart became even hollower.

He also saw the owner of the strange female voice.

A mature woman wearing a black robe.

"Dreams are the passage between man and the spiritual world, so you only need to change the passage back into a passage. Everything will return to its original position."

The woman in black robe walked towards Charles.

This is a woman with a haggard face and thick dark circles under her eyes. Although her face is very good and she looks beautiful with a little makeup, her almost fanatical expression destroys this beauty.

Charles felt that this woman looked familiar, but he was sure that he had never seen this woman before.

"The question you asked, I remember I once said it to a young man. I was very young at that time."

The woman tilted her head: "Why did you want to become a Paladin in the first place?"

"..."

The hollowness in Charles' eyes gradually disappeared.

very beginning.

When being adopted.

For revenge.

And become someone like old Addison, someone who protects others.

The unstable aura on Charles' body gradually subsided, and his aura became like that of an ordinary person.

After Emilia's power disappeared, nothing affected him anymore.

There were some questions he had been thinking about after killing old Addison, and he should have remembered the answer long ago.

He wants to be the old Addison he once was, the man in his memory, the man who tried his best to show all his good qualities in front of his children.

Charles stood up, and the woman's appearance was reflected in his golden eyes again.

She seems to be a complete woman, but her soul is as damaged as a rag.

The woman looked at Charles with a satisfied smile on her face: "The last paladin who was persuaded got the answer of family. What is the answer you got now?"

"responsibility."

Charles' eyes were on the woman.

A broken soul.

He had seen the same soul in another man.

Only that family has the ability to fuse the power of the evil god.

Inexplicable uneasiness came from Charles' spiritual sense.

It even made the legendary paladin feel creepy and uneasy.

He remembered the words he saw in the temple's reference room not long ago.

[They are like mourning crows. If you see them, it means disaster is about to come to this place, whether they know it or not.

——Saint Hayne Mansfield, Second Crusade 2750 Note]

The paladin stared at the woman and asked seriously.

"Are you from the Servais family?"

The woman listened to Charles' question, a trace of curiosity flashed in her black eyes, and she said gently:

"I am Alice Servais. Have you seen other Servais? Is it my lovely nephew?"

Alice's tone became gentle, like a neighbor's aunt seeing her child's playmate.

"How did you meet little Ken, how is he doing recently? Does he have a girlfriend? I heard that he and little Kailin..."

Charles looked at Alice, who suddenly changed into a different person in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to answer for some reason, and finally suppressed the question he had always wanted to ask: "Auntie, why are you here?"

"Little Ken asked us to come."

"us?"

Charles noticed the keyword and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked around.

On the ground that was originally full of bloodshot eyes, a group of people wearing the same black robes appeared somewhere.

"Ah, yes, we."

Alice didn't notice Charles' panic. She stretched out her arms and said, "Including little Ken, the entire Servais family is here. This is the first time in this era that such a group action has taken place."

The first time in this era.

The whole Servais clan is here.

[Seeing them means disaster is about to happen here]

Charles looked at the woman with her arms outstretched.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
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