Chapter 408 Delphi Slate, Silver-haired Sword Lady, Holy Skeleton Cloth (4K)
"Abaddon is the messenger in charge of the bottomless pit. The existence between fallen angels and demons will bring endless nightmares to the world."
Nephthys held the scepter of Anubis, her dark eyes showed the light of hope, and said sincerely:
"And your lyre of light is a powerful tool to restrain nightmares... I sincerely pray to you, may your light dispel the fog on the riverbank in dreams..."
Nephthys's waterfall-like black hair hangs down on her slender waist with a wheat complexion. She wears an exquisite ancient Egyptian-style belt around her waist, and lightweight gold chains decorate her calves and toes. She is a dark-skinned beauty with a unique style.
There were complex emotions such as solemnity, seriousness, and hope in her eyes, quietly waiting for Yeats's answer.
"Tell her, how can one stone slab be enough? It must be ten pieces anyway!"
"Businessman of ten," Mammon responded.
Yeats calmly ignored Mammon's call through the ring... The Slate of Light, the official scientific name is the [Delphi Slate], there are only three pieces in total, where can I get you ten pieces?
Nephthys thought that Yeats's hesitation was due to some doubts about the value of the reward, so he started to talk about the origin of the "Slate of Light".
"The God of Light once founded a sect in a place called Delphi on the material plane and sent an oracle to her priestess. The oracle contained the prophecies of the God of Light and the sacred precepts, collectively known as [Delphi] Proverbs]."
"These mottos are written in runes and contain the great divinity of light. They are carved on stone slabs and contain the power of the God of Light. There are three in total, corresponding to the three major spells of the God of Light, prophecy, commandments, and oaths. and engraved with the three great Delphic inscriptions."
"The bright stone tablet I promised you is engraved with one of the three Delphic inscriptions, [Oaths taken without permission will bring disaster soon]."
Nephthys solemnly said:
"With this stone slab, you can use the oath spell of the God of Light. No one in the world is allowed to break the promise they made to you, otherwise disaster will befall you!"
"How come this stone tablet is among the royal family of Horus?" Yeats asked.
"The Temple of Delphi was once the birthplace of the Sect of Light." Nephthys said calmly, "However, after the death of the God of Light, the temple was destroyed and the holy objects were scattered. One of the stone slabs was lost to King Horus. hand.”
Yeats said: "So, I order you to come to the Kingdom of Roland to punish the demon Abaddon. Is this the will of King Horus?"
"No, it is the will of the Grand Master." Nephthys said lightly, "The Grand Master is good at astrology and is responsible for conveying oracles. She has a high status... The existence of the demon Abaddon affects the trajectory of the stars and hinders the destiny. process, he must be killed before the river can flow further.”
Yeats said helplessly: "Do people there like to use riddles and metaphors in their speech? Can you explain it more clearly?"
Nephthys's cheeks turned red, and she was slightly ashamed. She whispered: "I'm sorry... The national master could only see vague illusions during the divination, so he couldn't tell the exact situation... But please rest assured, after killing Abaddon , the slate will definitely be handed over to you.”
Zuanya said: "Horus really likes to tell riddles! The Sphinx is the legendary monster of the Southern Continent! Anyone who cannot answer its riddles will be eaten by the Sphinx!"
The Sphinx... can also be made into delicacies, and can greatly improve the attainments of the prophecy school. Unfortunately, there is only one, so it is a non-renewable resource.
Yeats thought to himself.
The school of prophecy has a long history. It is said that the real prophecy is when things that have not yet appeared become true under the influence of prophecy, that is, "what is said will follow."
The first of Delphi's three major inscriptions, "Know Yourself", is related to the light prophecy.
The God of Light has the qualifications to become the King of Gods, and his prophecy can even be compared with the greatest prophecy at the beginning of Genesis...
Thinking of this, Yeats' breathing became tight.
After becoming a saint, it is time to consider the genre and direction of becoming a god.
If you don't consider becoming a righteous god, becoming a subordinate god is also a good choice. For example, the Black Knight, who was promoted from a mortal, is a subordinate of the God of War. Since miracles often appear in the material plane, in some areas with frequent wars, the power of faith she gains is stronger than the God of War himself.
The bard can consider becoming the god of music and poetry, while the trickster can become the god of theft and deception.
You can also be like the King of the Wild Hunt and break away from the existing clergy system to carve out your own Wild Hunt territory.
The abilities that Yeats currently possesses greatly overlap with those of the God of Light.
Coupled with the death of the God of Light, his priesthood is vacant. If he can be used as the direction of promotion...
Yeats's eyes moved slightly, and he secretly made up his mind——
Obviously, these bright slates are the three slates I accidentally lost!
"I promise you that I will help you deal with the Nightmare Abaddon." Yeats looked at Nephthys, seeing the light in her dark eyes, and said in deep thought, "However, my current energy is focused on the duel meeting. I’ll discuss it in detail with you when the finals are over.”
A slight smile appeared on Nephthys' solemn face and said:
"Of course, I wish you can win the championship, your distinguished Lord Honeysuckle Duke."
"Go slowly, don't send me off."
Leave the manor.
Nephthys wore a veil and sat in a luxurious carriage, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
The scepter in her hand, the statue of Anubis carved on the head, and the rubies in her eyes shone brightly, and she actually spoke:
"Moonlight, magic, art... He is so loved by the gods, just like the god of light who was regarded as the leader of all gods in the Golden Age. You don't have to feel discouraged if you lose to him."
Nephthys' eyes flashed slightly and she said softly:
"Even the goddess of death admires the god of light?"
"Yes, the goddess of death and the god of light were childhood friends. After the death of the god of light, the tears of the goddess of death turned into the most poisonous and turbulent river among the twelve surging glaciers in the underworld."
Nephthys was silent for a long time, then said:
"You serve the goddess of death, and your authority will also be affected by the wishes of the goddess of death. This is why the heart weighing ceremony was broken..."
"Rather than staying in the underworld, the goddess of death would rather leave light in the human world." The statue of Anubis said slowly.
Nephthys couldn't help but praise: "Great mind."
"The existence of the God of Light can make the gods unanimously open to the outside world. This is something that some forces do not want to see." Anubis' scepter said, "And now, humans who inherit the will of the God of Light are born. You We need to follow him, defend him when he is persecuted, and follow him when he is not understood by the world... just like the saints and disciples.”
There was a glimmer of light in Nephthys's eyes, and she whispered:
"I will, but only if his brilliance can dispel the haze of nightmares. Only in this way can we prove that we did not misjudge."
The Scepter of Anubis spoke no more.
The carriage drove quietly, and the two of them were relatively silent.
Nephthys suddenly sniffed her nose, as if reminiscing, and said, "I've wanted to ask you for a long time, do you think Yeats smells delicious?"
Anubis's voice approved: "It smells very fragrant, the smell of plants, roses and cardamom."
Nephthys whispered: "I don't know why, but I feel hungry when I hear him... Go back and eat!"
Anubis's scepter was silent, and his voice was solemn and reserved:
"Agree!"
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Roland Arena.
Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath, watching the two figures fiercely dueling in the center of the field. One of the black figures was as fast as lightning, leaving an elusive afterimage on the field at an astonishing speed. Another stout dwarf held two hammer heads in his hands and looked around warily.
Zheng!
The black-armored swordsman suddenly struck out, stabbing the dwarf's eyes, throat, and heart with his exquisite rapier, stabbing him three times in an instant. The dwarf barely avoided the vital point, and his body was covered in blood. His blood-red eyes showed his fighting spirit, and he roared and threw his war hammer!
The war hammer contains the majestic atmosphere of the earth and hills. When it is thrown, it cuts a majestic trajectory. The field sinks and two rows of rocks rise up, forming a canyon. The war hammer passes through it and hits the black-armored swordsman in the middle!
clang!
A clear and loud crash.
The stabbing sword in the black-armored swordsman's hand suddenly changed its form and turned into a thick sword, blocking the war hammer.
At the same time, her figure was forced to stop, revealing a stern silver-haired face.
Silver bangs cover her black eyepatch, making it impossible to see anything clearly, but her sword seems to require no vision!
Clang!
Instantly setting aside the war hammer, the silver-haired Galina stepped forward, like a flash of light. Every time she flashed, she swung out a dense sword force, like a strong wind and rain, strangling and blocking all the dwarf's retreat!
"Don't even think about it!" the dwarf roared, gripped the war hammer in his hand tightly, and slammed it down!
The terrifying shock wave suddenly spread to all directions.
Like a mud cow turning over, the earth element surges, vibrates, and roars in the cracked earth.
However, Galina jumped up and turned over, dodging while landing lightly behind the dwarf, sheathing her sword, and the dazzling sword light suddenly erupted behind her.
Dang——
The bell tolls, symbolizing the winner.
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There was shock and uproar on the field.
"Drenke's family swordsmanship is well-deserved!"
"The most talented duelist in the Kingdom of Roland, who uses both swords - one large and one small - to perfection, and he has indeed advanced to the top four!"
"Elegant and deadly, like dancing on the tip of a knife!"
Galina's face was expressionless, as if she was accustomed to these compliments. She looked down at the dwarf who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and after confirming that he was still breathing, left the duel field.
In the player tunnel, the arena administrator said respectfully:
"Countess Galina, your carriage is ready and you can go to Sapphire Manor immediately!"
"Yeats Berandi...is he at the manor?" Galina asked.
The administrator hesitated for a moment and said: "I really don't know about this, but the Duke has just experienced a fierce battle and should be recuperating in the manor at the moment..."
"Prepare your horse." Galina said succinctly.
"As commanded."
On the carriage that was moving slowly, Galina put her hands on her knees, sat upright, and breathed slowly and unobtrusively.
She had extremely poor eyesight when she was born, and later lost her vision completely, but she has amazing talent in swordsmanship.
The Drenke family, a famous dueling family in the Kingdom of Roland, is famous for its family dueling swordsmanship. Legend has it that the swordsmen of the Drenke family all have two swords. The stabbing sword is used for duels, and the broadsword is used for killing enemies in battle.
At that time, Drenke's ancestors followed Joan of Arc and fought bloody battles. After being blocked by the Grand Duke of Brondi and defeated, they desperately brought the seriously injured and unconscious Joan back to Roland.
However, King Roland was weak and incompetent at that time, and Joan was accused of being a witch by the Golden Lion Inquisition and burned at the stake.
According to legend, Joan of Arc was indeed blessed by a miracle. The execution at the stake failed to burn Joan to death, but she was later beheaded. Her head was found in a different place, and both her head and body were missing.
Members of the Drenke family have been taught since birth that if there is an opportunity, the saint's body must be buried in peace.
Although Galina didn't know what the Saint meant to her family, she still remembered her father's teachings.
When she was twelve years old, her father was assassinated. Galina used swordsmanship that she had learned for less than two months to kill the assassin, alarming the royal capital.
At the age of fourteen, Galina studied with a famous master in the empire and defeated her master in less than a year.
Two more years later, no one in the Kingdom of Roland was qualified to teach Galina, so she traveled alone to places of interest all year round, dueling with swordsmen who lived in seclusion, and collecting rumors left behind by the saint.
Galina did find clues.
According to rumors, Duke Hudson of the Golden Lion Kingdom found the holy relic left by the saint, and planned to use this holy relic to combine the alchemy circle and necromancy to summon.
What happened next, Galina still doesn't know.
Fortunately, the royal capital recently welcomed a noble with a high position in the Golden Lion Kingdom.
With his help, we should be able to bring back the Saint's relics...
Sapphire Manor.
In the living room.
Yeats looked at the silver-haired girl strangely. He saw her holding a white porcelain tea cup and drinking black tea as if there was no one else. She simply thought that this place was as natural and comfortable as her home.
"So, how did you find this place?" Yeats said slowly, thinking about his words.
"I gave you a bag of gems before."
"Ah, yes, you left without explaining it clearly."
"Because someone asked me for a duel." Galina said, "When I come back after solving the problem, you will disappear."
"It's impossible for someone to stand there waiting for you..."
"My servant."
"...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Yeats had a complicated mood. Doesn't this guy have any common sense in life? Don’t understand the identity gap?
"I will also give gems to my servants."
Galina paused and said: "I won it from others through a duel."
Erlunzi Sword Princess...
Yeats had such an idea out of nowhere.
"You have to do me a favor by accepting my gems."
Galina's tone was serious, she drank some red tea again, fell silent, and said with a blushing face:
“Drinks well...”
Yeats's forehead jumped: "Let's get down to business!"
Galina nodded and said:
"Help me redeem the Saint's Shroud...some people call it the Holy Shroud...it was bought by Duke Hudson."
Yeats was shocked.
This holy cloth...couldn't it be Kaelya's necromancy summoning material? !
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(End of chapter)