Sword of Daybreaker

They walked toward the deeper part of the kingdom of God, and stepped across this land blessed by God. Mortals used a 10,000-year illusion to build this magnificent city, and now, it has become a magnificent ruin.

The cheers and powerful guards of the gods in the myths and legends have all gone with the end of the myth. Carmel and the explorers led by him did not encounter any obstacles here...not even encountered anything other than themselves. Outside activity goals.

Except for those ancient ruins that are constantly moving over the kingdom of God.

The team passed through a tall arch, which stood abruptly on the street, as if it were a simple decoration. Milmina stretched out her hand and gently brushed it on the pillar supporting the arch, which looked indestructible, It seemed that the pillar with iron-gray metallic luster fell on a layer of weathered and decayed debris, which dissipated in mid-air, but the scars on the pillar were restored in the next second.

"It was stagnated at the moment of destruction...Stayed at the moment when the mortal thoughts were disconnected," the former goddess of magic raised her head and said thoughtfully. So...I thought it would take on a more absurd and dilapidated appearance, but I didn't expect it to be just a yellow and faded illusion."

Carmel couldn't help but raise his head to look at the tall lady beside him, and couldn't help but ask with curiosity: "What is your country... like?"

"As a former mortal mage, don't you know?" Milmina showed a smile on her face, quietly watching the ancient arcane master floating next to her, "That country was created by you. ."

"...There is an endless starry sky, each'star' symbolizes a magical truth in the world, and there is an extremely huge magic tower standing in the center of the starry sky, the top of the tower and the base are hidden in the dark and invisible. All mysteries are gathered in the tower. The highest source of all laws guards every layer of the tower, and only blessed explorers are qualified to see the knowledge contained in that tower..."

Listening to Carmel’s low voice description, the smile on Milmina’s face became more obvious, but that smile was mixed with more helplessness: "Yes, there is a high tower, there are stars and so on... However, I tried to touch the starry sky. It was just a shell covering the edge of the kingdom of God. I tried to remove those stars. They were just luminous stones inlaid on the shell with meaningless runes engraved on them—my eyes were clear. Looking outside through that shell, only the deadly ancient gods floating against the borders of the kingdom of God, broken bones and indescribable fragments poured in layers from the botched starry sky graffiti..."

The former goddess of magic shook his head: "Then I shut myself in the tower for thousands of years, deliberately not answering any prayers that originated from mortals, not paying attention to the changes in the mortal world, and finally let the shell appear. The crack, I ran out of the kingdom of God, through the layers of wreckage and corpses, through the endless whispers and the remnants of thoughts that can make mortals go crazy instantly. It took a century, maybe two centuries. , Finally reached the gap between the deep sea and the shadow world... there, I finally felt a little peaceful."

"...It's not easy for you." Carmel was silent for a few seconds before finally suffocating such a sentence.

He never thought that one day he would stand in front of a **** so peacefully, or even discuss such things with a god.

The world is unpredictable.

Milmina didn’t pay attention to Carmel’s sigh. She just looked forward suddenly. There was a magnificent arcuate wall standing in front of the team, and a gate large enough to accommodate giants stood on the high wall. , There are many gorgeous flags hung around the high wall. At the end of the flag, a heavy shield is used as a heavy hammer to make them hang straight down. On the top of the high wall, there are countless bright spears and swords as decoration, they are arranged neatly, as if An army is inspected in the formation.

"It seems that we have arrived at another place described in the God of War," Carmel said in a serious tone, looking up at the front. "This should be the'area' they described in the religious story. ."

As the team moved forward, Milmina’s gaze swept across the magnificent gate and the huge shields hanging on both sides of the gate. At the same time, she slowly said, “The arena of Kyle, the God of War, stands at the end of the Cheerleader’s Trail. The banquet palace is far away. This is the place where the gods visit. Kyle often comes to this arena personally to watch the brave warriors learn from each other and hone their skills. Sometimes he even walks in the form of an incarnation. Enter the arena to guide the warriors who are favored, and give them more powerful strength... But more often he sits on the highest throne at the end of the arena, reviewing everyone like a general."

The gate of the arena was closed tightly. Milmina put her hand on the unusually heavy gate. She only pushed it gently, and the unshakable gate opened up enough to accommodate ordinary people. Through the opening, Carmel floated forward, but before passing through the gate, he couldn't help but glance at Milmina: "How can you know the things of the God of War so much? You are not talking about different gods. Can’t communicate and spy on Ability God’s kingdom of God?"

Milmina lowered her head, a faint smile appeared under her face covered in black gauze: "I checked it on the Internet temporarily."

Carmel stayed for a while, and it was right to think about it right away-this lady Gaota is also a senior netizen. She spends 23 hours in the neural network for 24 hours a day... But it is reasonable and reasonable, this The answer is different from what he thought...

However, after following His Majesty Gawain Cecil for so long, he also saw many weird things and unusual characters. At this time, he didn't struggle for too long. He just adjusted his mentality and brought it back. His own heavy mobile energy station floated towards the gate of the arena first, while the rest of the exploratory team filed to keep up.

Milmina followed through the gate and looked up to the end of the arena.

An unusually tall and burly figure sits quietly on the throne prepared for the giant, covered with an impermeable iron-gray heavy armor, the hollow helmet hangs down slightly, and the black hole of the helmet is looking at the arena gate. In the direction, watching the uninvited guests stepping into this place.

Cardiopulmonary arrest!

Carmel raised his head and glanced, and instantly felt that the flow of magical power in his body was frozen and stagnant, and a series of metal collision sounds came from behind him—the white knights were also shocked when they saw the figure, and then The warriors’ instincts made them grip the warhammer and heavy holy light blaster in their hands. Everyone was ready for battle in an instant, and two groups of shining arcane energy emerged in Carmel’s hands. !

But at such a tense moment, Milmina's voice suddenly came, interrupting the attack that everyone was about to make: "Calm down-this seems to be just a phantom."

"Phantom?" Carmel was startled. Only then did he notice that the figure sitting on the throne at the end of the arena was still completely silent until this moment. He just sat quietly on the throne, facing the people who stepped into this place. Uninvited guests have no response.

A dry wind blew over the arena, and the flags flying on the top of the spear were violently agitated in the wind. The mortals who stepped into the kingdom of God and the phantom of the **** of war appeared in the kingdom of God. Confronting, Carmel finally put away the floating energy ball in his hand, and led the vigilant team towards the figure of the giant in the distance.

The huge figure covered in hollow armor was still motionless—it was then that Carmel and the White Knights finally felt relieved.

At this time, Carmel also had time to feel the surrounding environment carefully. He raised an arm and watched the arcane light floating on the surface of the arm suppressed by the surrounding environment, and said thoughtfully: "Here is far away from the teleportation. The interference caused by the door... I might be able to place my magic laboratory in this arena."

"It seems that the conditions are indeed very good," Milmina echoed. As the former master of the magic field, of course she knew that Carmel had always been looking for opportunities to verify the nature of magic, and she herself had an unprecedented view of this project. Interest, "When the follow-up equipment is in place, you can start to set up the experimental environment-if you need help, you can directly contact me."

Carmel stopped. He looked at the smiling old **** beside him somewhat weirdly, and then whispered for a long time: "If necessary, I will."

The explorers came to the huge throne, where the giant made of iron gray armor still sat quietly, maintaining a posture overlooking the arena, just as Milmina had judged: he was just a phantom.

Carmel looked up. At such a close distance, he finally saw a trace of illusory and transparent texture from the surface of the iron gray armor, which made him a little curious: "Why is there a phantom of the **** of war here? The **** has fallen. Will this kind of phantom be produced in one's own kingdom of God afterwards?"

"I don't know," Milmina shook her head slowly, "God of War... His fall process is very special, and my experience may not work here..."

While talking, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the hollow and illusory iron-gray armor, a touch of cold and misty touch was passed over, and almost at the same time, all the exploration including Carmel A voice suddenly appeared in the minds of the team members. The voice was low, majestic, and with a steely texture. Everyone who heard it could not help but even surface the battlefield, the sword, the wall and the legion in their minds. Illusion, and the content of that voice is only one sentence:

"Wish ya'll good luck…"

The voice in my mind disappeared, and the many illusions that appeared with the voice also disappeared, and a dull voice came from the white knight Quinn’s helmet: "Master Carmel, I just heard..."

"I heard it too-everyone checks mental contamination readings!"

"The reading is zero." "There is no contamination." "The protective device did not alarm..."

In the process of dealing with the power of the gods, no matter what you hear or see, you must be prepared for mental pollution. Therefore, the exploratory team quickly checked their respective conditions and confirmed that no one was mentally polluted. Only when Carmel had time to pay attention to the content of the "phantom" just now, he looked up at Milmina: "Just now that was the voice left by the God of War?!"

"It seems so," Milmina also heard the voice, her eyes serious, "That should be the last ‘thinking imprint’ left by the God of War before he left here..."

"Mind imprint..." a white knight said subconsciously, "Could he have known that we were coming, and left such a sentence?"

"No..." Kamel had already reacted, he shook his head, "This sentence is not for us."

He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the iron gray giant on the throne for a long time. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice, "It is for the mortal army who will face him on the battlefield of Winterhold."

Milmina was silent for a long time. It took a long time before she reached out and beat the cold and solemn throne lightly: "A foolish man without a brain..."

When the exploration team calmed down, Carmel pondered for half a minute before suddenly raising his head to look at Milmina: "Did the God of War be completely out of control at that time? How could he leave such a sentence?"

As soon as his voice fell, a voice suddenly came from between the rows of seats in the arena stands not far away: "At that time, my lord was indeed completely crazy...but there can also be a trace of reason in the ultimate madness."

This sudden sound was even as scary as when I saw the phantom of the God of War just now. The magical brilliance on Carmel's body skyrocketed, and he suddenly turned to the direction of the sound: "Who?!"

Under the gazes of the explorers, a figure in a robe slowly walked out from behind the seats of the nearby stands.

In this dead and gradually disintegrating God of War Kingdom, a mortal figure appeared!

He wore the robes of a **** of war and an illusory and transparent crown on his head. His face looked blurred under the chaotic sky, but he could still vaguely identify an old man. This figure came out from behind the stands. Slowly walked down the stairs step by step and came to Carmel and the White Knights, like a ghost without any footsteps, no breath, just like the phantom of the God of War next to it.

"You finally came out," Milmina was not surprised by the appearance of this figure, she seemed to have noticed it, "I felt you just now."

"You are another god." The ghostly figure looked at Mirmina and said respectfully.

"It used to be."

"Forgive me for not being able to worship you-I only respect my Lord."

"You didn't have to worship me-I am retired."

Carmel stared at the "ghost" old man who appeared in front of him. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he still asked in a serious tone: "Who are you?"

"Malm Dunnett, this is the name I used...you can call me by it," said the old man in the priest's robes slowly, "As for now...I'm just an insignificant servant here."

"Malm Dunit, the Pope of Typhon Ares Church... As expected," Carmel stared at him, his voice low, "You should have rested in peace... Why are you still wandering here?"

Malm, the former pope of the **** of war did not immediately answer, but turned around and looked at the figure on the throne, before whispering, "I will accompany my lord."