A few minutes ago, the Lord's Mansion's guest room.

When Brandon asked Villdanne to take her two daughters away from him, he took a deep breath, then untied the order blades on his waist and placed them on the table in the guest room.

This is a sacred object that has been passed down for hundreds of years by the Kaos family.

Facing these two swords with faint silver and white light, Brandon's expression was complicated. He stroked the double-edged scabbard, his movements were gentle and cautious.

Although the origin is mysterious, the inheritance of the relics of sages is traceable. For example, in books that have long been annihilated in war and migration, the history of the Starfall Era is recorded, which contains records of the relics. The ancestors of the Caus family left this part of the history to their descendants, and Brandon memorized this.

About a thousand years ago, the ancestors walked out of the refuge hidden underground in the confusion of ignorance. They were facing a completely strange world and a dangerous situation that had completely turned into a wild forest. Faced with the continuous attacks of monsters, the ancestors could only rely on God to create refuges and survive. During that time, the relics of sages were recorded for the first time.

[The first person is ‘Suo’, the messenger of the sun. She holds a scepter and has the power to command light and flames. Nansen's beasts retreat in front of the scorching sunlight, and the swamp dragon group was turned into ashes by the flames.]

[The second person is ‘Da’, the incarnation of lightning. He waved his double blades and had the sharpness and speed to cut off all things. The blood of the snake demon in the West Mountain flooded the hills, and the claws of the ancient dragon were also cut off for it.]

[The third person is ‘Yi’, the master of the mountain. He stands on the earth, has an immortal body and will. The northern ice dragon is driven to the end of the land, and the giant beast of steel is also defeated by its boxing.]

In a collection of poems praising heroes, these three paragraphs of description of the three heroes, it can be easily seen that these are the original holders of the three relics "Pure White Scepter", "Double Blade of Order" and "Sky Blue Pearl", who are located in various parts of the world, but they also have a power that can relieve people and drive away all filth.

Today, the pure white scepter in the far south has become a proof of the popes of the Seven Gods Church in the thousand years of turmoil. The order double blades of the West Mountain were lost to the people as the Delmond family led a large number of civilians who were unwilling to be oppressed by the warlock dynasty and moved north. They were then obtained by the ancestors of the Kaos family who loved to collect antiquities. The Sky Blue Orb was gradually unknown after its initial glory because of its special appearance and awakening conditions. It was not until this generation of successors, the rise of Count Radcliff, was rediscovered.

But no matter which one is, they have been baptized by a long river of time and experienced ups and downs of historical changes. They are not only weapons, but also inherited objects left by sages. They are the endless hardships of human beings to conquer nature and disasters, and the glorious blades that carry the will of countless predecessors and heroes.

——What virtue can I be so good and able to resonate with the double blades of order and inherit the true inheritance of sages?

Thinking of this, Brandon felt a little shaken in his heart, but the shaken was quickly completely destroyed by himself. The swordsman firmly held the hilt of the double-edged sword, and the thick scabbard slowly slid away under the push of the fighting spirit, and finally fell to the ground, revealing the dazzling sword body formed by the double-edged sword as if condensed from light.

Instead of self-doubting because of the glory of the past, it is better to take it and create achievements that cannot be compared with our predecessors. Brandon respects those heroes and sages, but respect and fear are two different things. He never feels that he will be worse than any of them. What the swordsman lacks is only time and precipitation. One day, he believes that he will be able to create his own great achievements and legends.

"Respond to me."

Crossing the double blades in front of his chest, Brandon closed his eyes, and then his spirit fell in a crisp sound like a broken glass, sinking into a dark environment, and the double blades were also flashing with hazy light at the same time. Two arcs of light penetrated Brandon's body, forming two long rivers of energy flowing in the shape of Mobius in his illusion, and the silver-white light illuminated the black space.

Impressed by the light, Brandon felt incomparable peace and peace. It was the power of order, driving away all the filth and corruption. The swordsman felt that he had never been so close to the essence of the double-edge of order - it was two tides of holy light flowing in infinite loops. They were flowing in the darkness, and at the end of the interweaving darkness and light, there was a blurred figure.

The moment he saw this figure, Brandon's breathing stagnated, and his heart suddenly began to beat. During the past ten years when he fell asleep with the double blades of order in his arms, he often dreamed of this shadow in his dreams. Although the swordsman forgot every time he woke up, all the memories have now awakened. The instinct from the inheritor told Brandon that it was the shadow of the sage. As long as he touched him and communicated with him, he could now master the double blades of order as if he had mastered the Sky Blue Pearl.

The swordsman stepped forward without hesitation. In this spiritual illusion, what he needed to move forward was not physical strength, but firm will. Although Brandon was slow, he was extremely firm, without any retreat or hesitation. As time passed by, he got closer and closer to the illusory figure. He saw the shadow of this sage standing at the end of the darkness with his hands facing his back to himself, as if suppressing and sealing something.

Suppression? Seal?

For some reason, these two words suddenly flashed in his heart, and Brandon's heart immediately became alert. He glanced at the darkness around him, but was shocked to find that as he took every step, there would be traces of dark and evil mist rising from the ground. Now, he was only a few steps away from the shadow of the sage, but the filthy black air had occupied most of the illusion space, and even blinded the light of the double blades of order.

In addition to being shocked, Brandon suddenly discovered that these black fogs were not just false existences in the illusion, they were extending towards the real world with their bodies as the source. He opened his eyes widened because the swordsman sensed that a black fog had assimilated with the surrounding air in Villdanni's puzzled vision, spreading towards his two newly awakened daughters.

"Damn it! Stop it!"

He turned around without hesitation to face the darkness and stopped to approach the shadow of the sage. Brandon in the illusion clenched his fists, roared and focused, restraining the unknown black fog that overflowed from his body. Although he didn't know what the essence of these fogs was, the evil and filthy aura could never be anything good. As a father, the swordsman would never easily touch his children with these things!

This was indeed effective. The black mist stopped for a moment, and then spread ten times slower than before. Brandon's heart did not let go of it because Villdanni and the children had not left the room yet. His wife even frowned because of the change, put down the two girls, ready to approach him and see the situation.

Don't worry about me, leave quickly! Brandon roared loudly in his heart, but it was useless. He tried his best to control his real body in the illusion and move away, but it had little effect. This was the same as no one could consciously control his body in a dream. At the moment when Brandon was about to despair, a figure wearing a black windbreaker crashed through the wall and appeared in front of him.

It was Joshua. At the moment when he knew who the visitor was, a big rock finally fell on Brandon's heart. Although the guy in front of him had no taste at all, he only wore the same style of clothes for several years. Although this man did not understand the joy of life at all, there was no doubt that Joshua was the most trustworthy at the critical moment of crisis.

Sure enough, under Brandon's reassured gaze, Joshua transferred Villdanni and others who had no idea what to do in just one breath. Then the swordsman looked at the other party and punched him till twenty kilometers away.

It hurts so much, but it's a pretty fucking job!

Although he was strictly a heavy blow and punched and kicked, Brandon still sincerely praised Joshua's decisiveness. Without restraint, he could calm down and carefully understand the source of the fog and the reasons why it appeared in the inheritance of sages.

On the other side, Joshua flew in the air, moving quickly towards the direction where Brandon, who had been knocked away by him.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he noticed keenly in just a few seconds that the dirty breath flowing out from Brandon was similar to something he was very familiar with - very similar to the gathering of life resentment!

Joshua is extremely familiar with this kind of thing. It is not because of anything else, but because of him, he has almost endless resentment. Hundreds of thousands of soul fragments are wrapped around him, carrying the wail of the monster at the end of his life. Recently, tens of thousands of curses of the Sixth Abyss demons have been added to this ensemble. If a psychic sorcerer with profound magical powers wants to communicate with Joshua, then as long as the other party is not a legend, it will not take a second to be mentally eroded by these resentments.

This resentment made the warrior now only suppress his own pressure as much as possible, otherwise, let alone communicate with ordinary people normally, wherever he walks, he will become a horror area of ​​despair and madness. Everyone will kill each other in fear and fright, or escape by robbing the way. However, even this amount of resentment is far from comparable to the filthy aura that overflows from Brandon at this time.

It's like a mountain, the difference between a whole mountain range.

When he arrived at the place where Brandon was now, Joshua looked down from the sky. This was an empty ice field, which was covered by snow. In the vast pale area, a dark field that seemed to be a quagmire was spreading rapidly. All kinds of indescribable and extremely distorted evil phantoms were struggling to climb out of the boiling black mud. Among them were ancient evil things wrapped by countless tentacles, wrists and feet, thousands of eyes, thousands of mouths, hideous giants with octopus-like heads and huge human bodies, and wriggling objects like nightmare, made of ambiguous mucus.

These ancient evil things that were just the resentment of resentment emitted a terrifying aura made a silent roar in the dark quagmire realm, and Brandon's motionless body was in the center of these monsters. The originally shining double blades of order have now been covered by hazy darkness and gradually lost their luster. In this regard, Joshua took a breath, because he saw several familiar shadows from those phantoms - the dark crystal carapace, and the hideous body like a huge insect. They were the relatives of the famine evil god, the crystal insect Yourmadise! These resentments of the gods swept their arthropods and mouthparts, releasing terrifying pressure. There is no doubt that they all had at least legendary strength during their lifetime!

There is no need to guess, Joshua can now be sure - although for some reason it is hidden in the double blades of order, these resentment that overflowed is part of the remaining part of the sages when they killed many evil gods and monsters! And those terrifying phantoms are the relatives of many evil gods in the past, and even part of their bodies!

After knowing this, Joshua swooped down without hesitation, preparing to help Brandon with help, but just as he was about to speed up, he stopped again.

Because a familiar and unfamiliar gentle voice appeared in his mind.
Chapter completed!