Travel Through The Creation Sand Table And Start The Ancient Body!

Sumer 56 years.

Times have changed, and the Transcendent road to the Sacred Grail has been cut off.

The sky was crimson, and the scorching sun became no longer dazzling, but turned into a bloody sun, and the sunlight emitted became cold and biting.

On the ground, corpses will fall from time to time. Most of these corpses will turn into dots while falling, but a small part will still fall to the ground.

"Dancing Demons!"

"The killing intent is soaring!"

The world above ground, Sumerian king city.

A man in a plush coat is sitting on the top of a moving and gorgeous building, looking up at the sky.

Among his four hands, he was holding different bone pens, and as the four hands flew around, a magnificent and beautiful painting like an epic was presented on a stone slab.

On the painting, there are clear layers, orderly light and shade, and on the topmost layer is a deep, vast, blood-colored sky that shrouds the Heavens.

Under the sky, there is an army of angels exuding a Sacred aura, and an army of bones exuding an ancient aura.

They are fighting.

Whether it is facial expressions, facial expressions or movements of the two armies, they are all lifelike, which can be called uncanny workmanship.

With just one glance, one can see how tragic, spectacular and majestic the fight between the legions of the two sides is!

Below the legion, there are fallen corpses, including angels and skeleton warriors. They are obviously static paintings, but they seem to be dynamic and indescribably miraculous.

And under these corpses, countless wise apes opened their four hands ferociously, and the "one two seven" glowed greedily in their eyes, like a group of demons dancing wildly, making people creepy

And among these wise apes, there are Transcendents filled with Sacred or guardian aura, like a glowing light, faint but impossible to ignore.

And under the ground under the feet of Hui Yuan, there is a dark world. Countless pairs of crimsons, huge Typhon monsters like searchlights, are living in an orderly manner.

He looks vicious and vicious, but it contrasts with the wise apes in the above-ground world.

lifelike!

uncanny workmanship!

These paintings are epic!

"Is the era that was once magnificent and the road lost, with the disappearance of my king, dying?"

"The sin of covetousness covers the whole world."

"In the world after that, the innocent heart of Hui Yuan was polluted."

Putting down the paintbrush in his hand, Eichel's pupils showed a trace of regret, a trace of confusion, and a trace of sarcasm.

Eichel, who was the first to create a paintbrush in his hand, was once invited by the royal faction to prepare a painting of the Sumerian king.

But Eichel tried for a long time, but he was still unable to write. He knew that with his current state, he couldn't draw a line of that lonely king at all.

Over the years, Eichel has been honing his own skills by painting the earth and sky with the brush in his hand.

Diligence can make up for one's weakness.

Now Eichel's skills have been perfected, between the outline of the lines, epic paintings are presented in his hands.

Lifelike, can be called uncanny workmanship.

If you only talk about painting skills, Eichel has already reached the pinnacle of this world.

However, even if he has reached the pinnacle of this world, Eichel still can't forget the stalwart figure he once saw.

A few years ago, Eichel was invited by Saros of the royal power faction to describe the great lonely king.

Eichel failed.

Just when he was disheartened, Eichel saw the path hidden in the crowd. It was plain and ordinary, but every structure in his body was like the most magnificent masterpiece of heaven, which made Aichel fascinated by it. .

"That is a great existence comparable to my king."

Eichel's pupils shrank, and his right hand took out a slate again. On the slate, a hazy picture was outlined with simple lines.

It was a peaceful day, and Eichel, dressed in rags, stood barefoot at the foot of the mountain.

And on the mountain peak, a figure that looks ordinary at first glance, but upon careful observation, seems to be the only one in the world, an infinitely perfect figure is looking at the distant sky.

"Great perfect existence, what a fascinating figure this is!"

Eichel was intoxicated, and he knelt down in front of this figure like a pilgrimage.

Perfect, can't find a single flaw.

But it is integrated with the world in front of me, and I have never seen a trace of disharmony.

Just standing there, Ai Ou seemed to see some kind of world rules.

boom!

It's like a flash of inspiration, and it's like a revelation.

Eichel suddenly realized, he understood his own path, he wanted to use the paintbrush in his hand to communicate with the world, and use his own heart to describe the rules of the world.

This perfect figure just stood there without saying anything.

But he told Eichel everything.

"Supreme existence, my benefactor!"

"Eichel dared to ask, where is my future?"

Eichel suddenly climbed up the mountain like crazy, crawled at the feet of this supreme being, and begged and asked.

"Master? I'm just an ancient knight."

"Isn't your future in your hands?"

"Where the heart goes, where the body goes, and where it goes!"

In the simple and unpretentious voice, there is an infinitely mysterious truth of the world.

"Where my heart goes, where my body goes, and where I go!"

"What a mysterious truth of the world this is!"

Eichel admired again, then turned his eyes to the sky, and suddenly abandoned the drawing board in his right hand.

Eichel holds a paintbrush in his right hand and paints in the void. It is a person, a four-handed ape.

boom!

A thunderous sound resounded through the heaven and earth, Eichel's movements stopped abruptly, and in front of Aichel was a picture scroll of emptiness.

The picture scroll exudes a special rhythm, but it is unremarkable.

In the picture scroll, there is an ordinary wise ape standing upright, with four hands supporting the sky and two feet on the ground.

It's ordinary, but every part of this wise ape seems to contain the world's ultimate truth, mysterious and unparalleled!

"The world is picturesque, I am the paintbrush!"

A wave of mysterious fluctuations spread out from Eichel's body, but then they stopped abruptly.

"Where the heart goes, goes the body!"

"Teacher Lieyang, can I really do it?"

Eichel asked himself, then shook his head, took out a slate again, and focused on honing his own skills.

At this time, Eichel's gaze was subdued, and his spirit seemed to be fully integrated into the paintbrush in his hand.

This wolf hair brush began to shine.

boom!

When Ai Xieer wrote, it was as if the earth was shocked by the stone, and it was as if it was made by nature. Between the outlines of the lines, an epic painting was engraved on the stone slab.

When everyone is pursuing Transcendent.

Only Eichel has always stuck to his heart and devoted his heart and body to his own skills.

Technology is close to Tao!

"Eichel, you really didn't disappoint me."

In the Sumerian royal city, in the Immortal Hall, a group of ancient knights are presenting the highest knightly etiquette to the majestic throne of bones in front of them.

Luo Hao raised his head and glanced in Eichel's direction, with a smile on his face.

Luo Hao sounded again a few years ago, the young man who was obsessed with painting was able to create the road of painting in the era of rampant sculpture. There is no doubt that this young man is a unique genius.

Taking Luo Hao's Realm like a god now, it can be seen at a glance that Eichel has groped for a vague Transcendent path.

Just one step away from the door, you can walk out of a completely different Transcendent road.

Truly Transcendent without any external force.

Therefore, when Ai XieEr was confused, Luo Hao gave Ai XieEr some advice, so that he could escape from the despair of not being able to portray Gilgamesh.

"Use skills to trigger the rules of the world itself..."

"This is a broad road, but it is also a difficult road."

Luo Hao glanced at Eichel, then turned his gaze to another direction.

In the southwest direction of the Sumerian king city.

It was a young man who was drenched in blood, but still walked firmly, and his eyes shone with unprecedented light...

"Zeratul, don't hold on anymore, you have already hit us several times."

In front of this blood-soaked youth, the two Transcendent Sequence·Priests were frowning at this time, their faces full of shock.

They have clearly pierced the young man's heart, but he is still moving forward without any wavering.

Obviously they are priests and Transcendents, but these two people are a little panicked.

"You empty-handed treasure mountain, but you don't know how to use it at all."

In front of them, Zeratul, who was covered in blood, looked at the angel's corpse close at hand, with a smile on his face.

"What is the power of belief?"

"Is it the foundation of Transcendent power?"

"Or the main material of the Transcendent sequence?"

At this time, the light in Zeratul's eyes was unprecedentedly strong, and his eyes were full of wisdom and ambition.

"Wrong, big mistake!"

"The power of belief, at its root, is the power of the soul and the power of the spirit."

"Spirit never dies, faith never dies!"

Zeratul asked and answered himself, his voice filled with a hearty feeling.

It wasn't until he got the power of faith that Zeratul realized the root of faith.

That's the power of the mind, that's the power of the spirit.

"So, what is the power of belief?"

"The power of the god Ula?"

Zeratul's body was clearly faltering, but his footsteps were still firm. Every time he took a step, his aura showed a leap.

Yes, jump.

He is obviously suppressing himself to become a Transcendent, but his Mental Energy has been increasing crazily under the influence of faith.

"The power of faith is also the power of spirit!"

Zeratul raised his right hand. There was nothing in his palm, but he seemed to be holding something.

That is the future.

That is the way of Transcendent which is completely different from Transcendent sequence.

Pooh!

With a tricky angle, Zeratul's right hand slammed on the cleric's body lightly. The two of them seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and a blood hole was pierced in the heart.

Peng Peng.

The two priests didn't have any defenses against Zeratul at all. They didn't think that an ordinary person could hurt the priest, let alone the priest himself had some recovery abilities.

"How can it be?"

The two priests collapsed to the ground, the blood hole in front of their chest indicated that they had been pierced 3.5 times in the heart, but how could it be possible? They didn't even know how Zeratul did it.

"Confused?"

"Don't be carried away by power, wisdom is everything!"

Zeratul stretched out his hands, and in his hands, a ball of blood flowed down in the void, covering Zeratul's front.

It was in the shape of a dagger.

"Now, the Angel

Heart, is mine now. "

Zeratul didn't even look at the dead cleric, and walked directly to the angel's corpse. The blood-stained invisible dagger in his right hand directly pierced the angel's chest, and took out the angel's heart.

out.

"absorb!

Zeratul followed suit and directly absorbed the angel's heart.

At this moment, the power of faith and belief is gathered together!

boom!

A terrifying spiritual storm swept out, and the surrounding Hui Yuan collapsed to the ground without a sound.

"I can feel, inside of me..."

"A new kind of power is growing in me..."

"The power of the mind!"

An excited smile appeared on Zeratul's face, he did it "He created a brand new path of Transcendent.

In his body, the power of faith and the power of faith combined to form a brand new power.

psionic.

"I, Zeratul, am the Warrior of Light."

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