Chapter 555 Hunting the Clown
After hearing what Sid said, Chen Lun's heart sank.
The other party not only doesn't care about the descendants of the family, but also doesn't care about other people's calculations. This earth angel "Xi Ke" who has disappeared and lived in seclusion thousands of years ago seems to have been mostly dominated by divinity, and the emotions belonging to human nature are dominated by it. Not much left.
This is not a good thing for Chen Lun.
Angels are hard to find, and angels with the right stance are even rarer to find. Chen Lun took a deep breath and decided to try again.
He took out the "Monument of Destiny" that was almost pieced together and said:
"I have restored most of the stone tablets carved by your Majesty yourself..."
It can be seen from the words recorded on the Monument of Destiny that Sid Mitchell had an inexplicable admiration for Duke Huan. Chen Lun tried to use this to get closer to him.
Sid's reaction was indeed different from before.
His eyes narrowed and he stared at the slate in Chen Lun's hand.
After a while, he quietly said:
"I really respect the great cause of public protection...but do you know when I started to believe in fate?"
Sid kept a smile on his face, but his eyes became more and more indifferent.
"It started from the moment He fell!"
With that said, the angel walked towards Chen Lun again, his khaki cloak fluttering. Sid stood in front of Chen Lun and said calmly:
"If you look at history, you can predict the future... I can say that no one will become a Huan Gong in the future, and it is even less likely that anyone will be able to surpass the Huan Gong. Not the trekkers of other paths of destiny, nor Oscar, the Serpent of Destiny. As for you …”
He shook his head slightly, as if he was not optimistic about it.
Chen Lun's inner hope gradually disappeared and he sighed secretly.
However, Sid spoke again:
"But this monument of destiny reminds me of one thing... Back then, although Duke Huan hated the Seven Gods, he did not kill all the other ancient gods, even the 'Emerald Bird' whose power was similar to his."< br>
He grinned and held up a finger.
"But the emerald bird doesn't seem to appreciate this. I have disliked this guy for a long time... It just so happens that the person behind the plan this time is his favored one. How about you help me kill him?"
Chen Lun's eyes flashed with surprise, and at the same time he received a panel prompt——
[伱Triggered the A-level hidden mission: The Clown of Doom! 】
Mission description: Xi Ke Sid Mitchell hates the ancient god Jade Bird, and hopes that you can take action to remove the opponent's favored one.
Mission objective: Kill Sigmund, the Favorite of the Emerald Bird.
Mission reward: 200W experience points, 3W Lan Jiabo and Sid Mitchell's favorability.
Chen Lun looked thoughtful.
He sorted out the information in Sid's words, clarified the logical relationship behind it, and immediately understood the position of those ancient gods.
At the same time, he was delighted with Sid's request... In fact, even if the other party didn't tell him, he would kill the person behind the scenes. After all, he was a high-ranking person in the fate path and was a competitor.
Now it's like going with the flow, and he can still complete Sid's mission and gain experience points and favorability.
However, Sigmund's identity was that of the Kingfisher. Chen Lun was a little wary, so he asked Sid Mitchell again.
Through the other party's simple explanation, Chen Lun finally understood that the strength of the ancient gods was far inferior to that of the true gods. Although they were born in the ancient era, when it comes to it, they are no more than angels and gods...
Moreover, their power and authority do not belong to the paths of the ten gods, but are extremely special "heretics".
Heretic refers to a single special path with no neighbors, and often on this path, except for the ancient gods at the end, there are no trekkers... because even the only divinity may have only a few. Both of them were occupied by ancient gods.
Heretics are destined to be the path of despair for extraordinary people.
The ancient gods may not be weak, but they will never be stronger than the true gods. They are not even comparable to some slightly stronger subordinate gods, let alone the King of Angels.
Understanding this, Chen Lun calmed down and chose to take on the task.
At the same time, he saluted him and said:
"Your Majesty Sid, I will hunt for you and restore your innocence."
"Go ahead."
The man with long hair reaching his waist said nonchalantly, turned around and walked away, humming an old ballad out of tune again.
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Qidi Port is still busy at night.
The light from street lamps and tavern shops complement each other.
Sigmund stood at the dock for a moment and suddenly frowned.
A cold wind carried snowflakes and made him, who was already a high-ranking saint, feel an inexplicable chill, and a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart...
"No warning from spiritual intuition? Oops!"
Sigmund was cautious, so he turned around and left with the lantern.
He knows that this premonition is very accurate, because he has the blessing of the emerald bird and can predict the coming of misfortune on his own... The failure of spiritual intuition can only mean one thing, that is, there is a higher-level existence that has locked and blocked him. Perception!
Who is going to deal with me?
A puzzled thought flashed through Sigmund's mind.
He directly used his sequence ability and teleported away from where he was.
But the next second.
Bang! !
The invisible barrier blocked the way. Sigmund seemed to have hit an indestructible wall, and was bounced back by the powerful reaction force. His figure was revealed and he took several steps back.
He looked around and his expression suddenly changed.
All the noise at the dock disappeared without knowing when.
The night sky was still shining, but it was covered with a blue veil.
"This is the spiritual world..."
Sigmund was shocked.
Being able to drag Him into the spirit world silently, the enemy in the dark is definitely more difficult to deal with than you think!
"And..."
More than a dozen giant ancient stone pillars rose from the ground and stood around. Countless thick iron chains connected the stone pillars, sealing off the area.
Sigmund cursed secretly.
He looked up and saw a figure appearing in front of him.
Thin, tall, with a moss-covered wooden mask on his face.
"Who are you?"
Sigmund asked in a deep voice.
The man did not move, but a sound like clockwork slowly came from under the wooden mask:
"The Famine Knight, Dante."
Sigmund's frown deepened. He had never heard of this name, and he didn't know that there was someone named "Dante" in the mysterious realm. It could be seen that the other party used a pseudonym.
He took a deep breath and asked tentatively:
"I wonder why Your Majesty Dante stopped me?"
"Because of fate."
A joking voice came from behind.
Sigmund's pupils shrank sharply. He quickly turned around and saw a guy wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat standing not far behind him.
The brim of this man's hat was drooped, and his face was covered in shadow.
You can't see the other person's face at all.
Only the sound of laughter came:
"Boccaccio, Knight of the Plague, I am honored to know you, Mr. Sigmund... But unfortunately, you may not see the sun tomorrow."
"Two people!"
Sigmund was nervous and decided to strike first.
With a cold face, He lifted up his blouse and waved his hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! !
Dozens of flying card knives cut through the space, heading towards the two unfamiliar enemies in front and behind. Even the basic ability of the Destiny [Magician] exerted terrifying power in his hands.
At the same time, Sigmund teleported and appeared behind Dante. A slender staff sword protruded from his sleeve and stabbed the opponent in the back.
Pfft——
The staff and sword passed through the heart without any hindrance.
Cards were also inserted into Dante's body.
But there was no joy on Sigmund's face. It was already weird that the other party didn't dodge, and now he couldn't even see the blood, which made him feel even worse.
Kaka...
The sound of stiff wooden joints twisting.
Dante turned his head 180 degrees and stared at Sigmund. The eyes exposed on the wooden mask showed unspeakable grief and said:
"Why, resist?"
Sigmund's pupils shrank.
He looked down and found a hole in his left chest, with blood pouring out.
"The harm has been transferred to myself..."
Holding back the pain and shock, Sigmund decisively abandoned his staff and sword, and used teleportation to distance himself from this guy... It wasn't until he stepped back a hundred meters and leaned against a huge stone pillar that he used magic techniques to A touch on the chest stopped the bleeding.
The injuries on the masked man named Dante healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the cards stuck on his body and the staff and sword that penetrated his chest turned into wood and soon rotted into powder.
Sigmund's pressure increased dramatically.
He did not forget the other hat man, but when he glanced around, there was no trace of that man in the venue.
Sigmund hid his left hand under his blouse and used a bracelet pendant to divine directions, but the result was nothing...
He was horrified in his heart.
The other party's mysterious weight and resistance are indeed much higher than mine!
call out! call out! call out! !
A sudden sound broke through the air.
Sigmund suddenly discovered that hundreds of playing cards were flying in front of him on his left, right and above his head. These cards were completely different from those he had thrown. They shone with red and black brilliance, and their power was frightening. .
Whoosh!
He gritted his teeth and used teleportation again.
But the scary thing is that Poker changed its direction in mid-air and pursued it... The venue was blocked and there was not enough room to move around. After Sigmund's figure flashed nine times, he finally failed. Escape the siege.
At the last moment, Sigmund was forced to reveal his mythical creature form.
boom! !
A large dark green snake rose up from the ground, with three pairs of wings on its back. As its long tail swung, it swept away the playing cards.
There was a booming explosion, accompanied by a clanging sound, and the surrounding area was trembling.
"You two damn guys!"
The big snake roared with murderous intent.
"You forced me to do this!"
The retro lantern floated in front of him and suddenly illuminated two rays of green light. One fell on Dante, and the other was thrown into the air, illuminating Boccaccio's figure.
Sigmund sneered, uttered a difficult prayer, and then said in a low voice:
"Feel the coming of misfortune..."
However.
The scene was silent for a few seconds. Dante and Boccaccio showed no reaction and kept staring at Sigmund with their calm eyes.
The dark green snake's eyes trembled slightly.
"Why..."
Stuck!
Just a crisp sound was heard, the cover of the lantern suddenly cracked, and the green light dimmed quietly.
"The emerald magic lamp cracked...?"
Sigmund's voice suddenly rose a few degrees.
There was strong horror in his tone.
The god-given thing under the emerald bird's crown not only failed to affect the opponent, but was actually damaged by the backlash!
In the midst of his emotions, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard another unfamiliar and hoarse voice coming from above his head:
"Don't waste time, kill him quickly, we have other things to be busy with..."
Sigmund's pair of snake pupils turned upward, and then shrank sharply.
At the top of the huge stone pillar, stood a figure in black robes, as if he had been standing there from beginning to end... His appearance was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the black robes swayed in the windless way, revealing a dense group of white snakes underneath, which seemed to be His legs.
"I know, Qiao Ke."
Dante and Boccaccio said in unison.
Sigmund felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, feeling chilled all over his body.
Who are these three people...(End of Chapter)