A foreigner's journey

"Are you also the man of god designated by the two fingers?"

Facing Heather, who was suspected of being a god candidate, Greg couldn't even control his artificial emperor's accent anymore.

At the same time, I feel a little uneasy. They say that the king is the mate of God. If the other party chooses my golden bloodline to be the King of Elden, will I have to find a woman to join him?

Seemingly seeing what Greg was thinking, Heather curled her lips in disgust: "You are ugly, but you think you are quite beautiful? I am not a candidate for a god."

"ah?"

Greg was even more puzzled.

There are such powerful subordinates, a half-human and half-wolf shadow beast, a fingered witch, and the blessing of the golden tree. Everything shows that the man in front of him is the candidate designated by the two fingers. What else can he be if he is not a god?

"You can understand my identity as being similar to Two Fingers. Of course, I am much more handsome. You can call me [The Selector]."

Heather smoothed her black hair with both hands and said with a smile:

"I am not the same as Two Fingers, but we do the same thing - I will choose the most suitable god for this borderland, and the King of Elden who belongs to the god.

It is now my great honor to inform you, my lord, that you have been shortlisted to be King of Elden. "

"Really, really?"

Greg was stunned for a moment, then became excited. Even through the thin golden bloodline, he could vaguely feel the incomparable power of the person in front of him.

If it was this man, then Greg had no doubt that he was capable of finding a suitable god and king.

I have never been so close to the throne of King Elden!

However, Greg, who has been unlucky since he was a child, does not believe that good luck will suddenly favor him. There must be a 'but'.

"but……"

As expected, Heather said in a long and slow voice:

"Your strength is too weak, great Greg. Even if you are included in the candidate list, what can you do to compete with other demigods for the throne?

Look at you, you have regarded the body of a young flying dragon as a treasure, and made yourself so inhuman that you can't even hunt a rune bear.

You are really weak, Greg, so weak that you can only become food for other candidates. "

Greg was trembling all over, feeling a mixture of shame and reluctance.

Suddenly, he felt blessed and looked up at Heather: "Then what should I do? Tell me, great selector, you must have a way!"

Heather smiled slowly.

"Of course, of course. That's why I'm here, my lord."

Heather was like a cunning snake, gliding to Greg's side and whispering:

"I know that you are just bound by the glory of your fathers.

The fragment of the magic ring named 'Big Rune' is not the ladder for you to become a king, but your reminder.

Soon, more and stronger faded ones will come to Stonewell City according to the guidance of the blessing, and come to seize the big rune held by the weakest fragment king.

And by then, you will be doomed..."

In a trance, Greg seemed to be half asleep, dreaming that he was defeated by a strange faded person. Not only was the big rune taken away, but he was also killed in the city of Stonewell. No dignity.

"No! No, no, no! I don't want to fall into such a miserable ending! Help me, help me, great selector!"

Greg was so frightened that he yelled. He couldn't tell whether this was a dream or the reality that was about to happen, but one thing was certain: he would never end up like this.

"Hand over your big rune, it will be of no use to you on your way to becoming king. In return, I will give you new powers that are far beyond your imagination and have never been seen in your dreams. strength."

Heather's voice was like a seductive snake spitting messages, bewitching Greg.

For some reason, Greg just wanted to believe Heather. Both mortals and kings will dream, and dreams are illogical, and the same is true for Greg now.

His breathing was rapid, and his chest kept rising and falling as if he was struggling fiercely in his heart. Soon, he became calm, as if he had made a decision.

I saw Greg putting his hand on his chest, and light spilled out from between his fingers. When he opened his palm again, a golden rune appeared in his palm.

This rune exudes golden light and seems to be made up of three incomplete golden rings intertwined. The intertwining points of the rings are connected with other intertwining points to form a golden rune arc.

This is the core position of Elden's Ring. It was originally the core rune of the golden Godwin. After Godwin's death, it was inherited by his son Greg. It can be said to be the most powerful rune.

Greg held the big rune in his palm, trembling slightly. But in the end, he made up his mind, raised his palms in front of Heather, and deeply lowered his originally proud head. The crown on top of his head fell to the ground with a clang, and Gulu Gulu spun around twice and stopped moving.

Heather took the big rune and handed it to Qishi next to him. The power of the big rune immediately appeared in his heart.

This big rune can improve the holder's various abilities in all aspects, like a permanent strengthening of the world's flames, and the increase is astonishing. It's just that this effect will be very powerful for ordinary outsiders, but for Heather, the effect is dispensable.

Judging from the effect, it should be that the stronger the holder, the more difficult it is for this big rune to fully exert its effect. This is considered an early land reclamation artifact.

After sending the Great Rune, Greg was visibly depressed and slumped on the ground. The Great Rune, the core inherited from his father Godwin, is not only his spiritual sustenance, but also the existence he has always regarded as the crown.

Now that he has sent it out with his own hands, it is hard to say what kind of complex emotions this is.

At this time, Greg felt a hand touching his head, and Heather's gentle voice sounded-

"Oh, the last descendant of the great golden bloodline, you have been confused, escaped, and fought, and finally you chose the most correct path for you.

Now, as the first and final selector of the border, I will give you the power of becoming a king.

Go fight! Go plunder! Go compete!

Let your ancestors see how far the last bloodline of the golden family can go!"

Gerrick only felt the violent power pouring in from the top of his head and running through his body. What a domineering power this is, Greg has never felt his power so strong and vigorous!

The mountain goblin's hands and feet were peeled off from his body and turned into ashes, and then the limbs looted from the faded ones also turned into powder and dissipated. Greg's own limbs returned to his control, and he became the last descendant of the original golden lineage, healthy and pure.

At this moment, Greg had a handsome face, long golden hair scattered on his shoulders, and a strong and tall body. It seems that he inherited the excellent bloodline of his father, Golden Godwin.

"This, this is... my hands and feet, they are back!"

Greg looked down at his long-lost hands and feet in disbelief.

Heather smiled and gestured: "More than that, try to touch the headless dragon corpse with your hands."

Greg walked to the dragon corpse blankly and covered the broken neck of the dragon corpse with his palm. Suddenly, Greg's palm turned into melted meat paste and connected to the dragon corpse's neck. The broken wings of the dragon corpse quickly melted and transferred to Greg along the contact position.

The next moment, a pair of dragon wings grew out from behind Greg, brand new and full of vitality.

"Unbelievable, I can feel some power complementing the power of the Hundred Aspects of the Furnace! I can even cancel the fusion with the dragon at any time and return to the perfect golden bloodline posture! Awesome... It's really awesome, Selector!"

Gerrick was ecstatic. He no longer had to feel inferior because of the ugliness and incompleteness brought by the limb graft. As long as he had such power, he could continue to hunt those powerful creatures and turn them into his own arsenal.

On the opposite side, Heather happily accepted Greg's heartfelt praise.

This is called cursed, kid.