Chapter 596 The Flower of Blood and Bone·It is absolutely impossible to be the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven! (It's stuck!)
Bodfe II successfully broke the skull and pulled the dying Castile back from the brink of death.
When the last trace of red light dissipated in the air, Castile's body twitched suddenly, and then returned to calm.
The long-legged owl rose from the dead in the form of the Master.
His eyes opened suddenly and his pupils focused quickly.
He breathed in the air greedily, as if he wanted to suck the life of the whole world into his lungs.
“Hahuhu~”
Castiel’s chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed so urgent and rapid, as if he was chasing the breath of life he had just lost.
At this moment, the eyes of the long-legged owl transformed into a master were full of excitement after rebirth.
He slowly sat up and put his hands on the ground, feeling the power of life returning.
There was still some blood on his forehead, but that was no longer important because he survived and crawled out of the abyss of death.
“What a miracle!”
Castil’s eyes gradually focused on Bodfe II standing in front of him, and looked behind him at the god on earth—— 【Osiris】.
"Atef crown, golden mask, reversal of life and death shroud, holy pastoral staff and holy flail, emerald green wings, golden holy ring, blue and gold belt..."
He detailed Counting the seven obvious characteristics that have appeared on the opponent's body, this incarnation has broken away from the apostle's body and has begun to assume the posture of a god on earth.
Just as Castiel looked at him rudely, the red monk frowned in displeasure.
As he frowned, [Osiris] suspended behind him also turned his head, and the face wearing the [Golden Mask] stared at Castile coldly.
Those deep eyes are like stars that see everything, making people shudder.
Seeing this, Castile immediately saluted the red monk and [Osiris], then bowed his head respectfully and said:
"Thank you, the great warlock, for the rescue."
Bo Defei II looked at the guy he had just rescued and said coldly:
"You must pay attention to your etiquette. Just now when you were dying, I tolerated you being rude. But if it happens again Next time, even if you have the backing of the financial group, I will not let you go easily."
Castiel's heart trembled, knowing that this elegant old guy like Feifei II could really do it. This kind of thing happens.
“I will obey the order of the great warlock.”
Bodfei II nodded with satisfaction, and [Osiris] behind him also disappeared into the void.
After completing the conversation with the red monk Bodfe II, Castile was still breathing and slowly recovering, and his face gradually turned rosy.
His chest was still heaving violently, and the muscles all over his body were still trembling slightly from the life-and-death crisis he had just experienced.
At this moment, Ernest Hayes, the captain of the San Diego Rockets and the real head of the Rockets, strode over.
This 2.1 meter tall man is like an iron tower.
With a serious face, he stood in front of Castile, leaned slightly, and asked in a low and powerful voice:
"Castiel, what happened just now? How come you were suddenly attacked? With [Stora]'s agility, authority, and the think tank's overclocking computing power, how could you be selected and attacked? Also, Do you have any clue about the enemy's ability and identity?"
A series of questions are coming to the long-legged owl master.
The captain’s question made Castile’s expression gloomy, and he couldn’t help but recall the pain that pierced his heart.
His eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts returned to that moment.
He remembered that thousands of miles away, his incarnation [Stora] succeeded in the second attack and was ready to shuttle...
At that moment, a powerful force struck without warning.
The image of that moment emerged subconsciously in Castiel's mind.
[Stora] is shuttling between the shadows at an astonishing speed, as agile as the wind.
However, at that moment, a fist suddenly appeared from the void, and with unstoppable force, it slammed into [Stora]'s head.
With that blow.
[Stora]'s skull exploded instantly under that punch, fragments flew and blood and flesh were blurred.
His consciousness was also forcibly pulled back at that moment.
Subsequently, severe pain hit him like a tide, and his head was blown open.
[Lord Incarnation] is the embodiment of the soul of the [Lord]. They are the substitutes of the soul. When the substitute is attacked, the owner of the substitute will naturally suffer the same damage.
There was a trace of fear and fear in Castile's eyes, but more of it was deep doubt and vigilance.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Ernest, with a heavy haze in his eyes.
"That punch was completely beyond my expectation." Castile's voice was low, as if every word carried a heavy weight, "[Stora]'s agility and authority, It should be able to dodge any attack. "
"However, that punch appeared from the void with such speed and power that it was unimaginable. I was completely unaware of the enemy's presence until the fist hit. [Stora]'s head."
Ernest frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashing in his eyes.
"So, the enemy's capabilities far exceed our expectations..."
Having said this, the Rockets captain suddenly asked his teammates:
"Do you think the person who attacked you...could be the guy from Hell's Kitchen?"
< br>Hearing the captain's question, Castile immediately understood that the captain wanted to ask if the person who attacked him was the fourth sword-bearer in heaven walking on earth at the moment.
He denied without hesitation:
“Absolutely impossible!”
Castile took a deep breath, calmed down, and then explained to the captain:
“Captain, you know, after the thaumaturge reaches the master, it will be a battle between the authority messages.
Once the ability to dominate the incarnation is discovered, it will undoubtedly be very bad for the thaumaturge, because it means that the bottom line has been figured out, so the next stage of the thaumaturge - [Crown. ], not only the improvement of authority, but also the high encryption and viralization of information. At that level, their battle not only competes for authority and elements, but also competes for the more important [Ethernet floating point computing].
Any information about [Crown] will become an elemental attack that pollutes the sanity. Even if we want to understand a certain [Crown] or even the equivalent medium-level god of the Golden Court God System, we still need to be in the think tank. It is read in the special 'protocol layer' and cannot be leaked actively."
Castiel continued: "The information of the many angels in heaven belongs to a special state in Terra; the angels are Terra. He is the most active magician in Ra, so according to the basic extraordinary prophecy law and extraordinary common sense that everything said and done will have traces, the confidentiality and protection of angels should not be too high, but the fact is the opposite - because The Kingdom of Heaven is the founder of the Curtain, the owner of the Wall of Sighs, and they have the most terrifying think tank... Eden."
Ernest nodded, "Indeed, when facing the Wall of Sighs, many thaumaturges don't even have a ladder to climb out. They don't even know what the wall is, let alone facing Eden directly. "
"But even so, names and deeds cannot be concealed, and the existence of individual powerful units is like the sun."
The tall Ernest listened to Cass. Tire's eyes flashed with deep thought as he explained.
“The most famous powerful unit in the Kingdom of Heaven is undoubtedly the four sword-holders. Although the messages of these four are full of taboos and pollution, their names and deeds cannot be concealed.”
The first sword holder in heaven, the knight of faith, the master of the thread of fate, the compassionate saint...
The second sword holder in heaven, the one who wrestles with the gods, the great sage...
< br>The third sword-bearer in the kingdom of heaven, the defender of the kingdom of heaven, the lord of the glass sea, the blazing sun, the uncrowned deputy, the foundation of the kingdom of heaven...
The fourth sword-bearer in the kingdom of heaven, the king of the crimson triple crown , Kingslayer, Supernova, the 'Anointed One' of Eden...
Among these four, only the fourth sword-bearer in heaven has not yet arrived at [Miracle], and about his incarnation and authority "Very little" news has spread to the outside world.
The impressions and memories of the fourth sword holder are always easy to collapse, even for high-ranking personnel of major forces.
When people observe the corresponding ether projection through the etheric ocean, they can only vaguely see...
The incarnation of the fourth sword holder carries thirty-six wings and Three hundred and sixty-five thousand eyes, and its face is brighter than the sun.
The more detailed information is.
The incarnation of this fourth sword-bearer in heaven is an angelic spirit holding a flaming sword.
Of course, there are also rumors that the fourth sword holder is a trinity, possessing a triple-changing incarnation spirit or a trinity incarnation clone.
There are all kinds of rumors, and no one knows which one is true.
Castier pressed his chest and assured the captain:
“Captain, the main reason why I can guarantee that that person is definitely not the angel from Hell’s Kitchen is It’s the other person’s ability.”
As he spoke, he cast his gaze on the red monk, his eyes full of determination and confidence.
"The other party is a Sarkic cultist. This is absolutely true."
Castiel's tone was full of absolute certainty and continued, "My avatar felt the breath of the other party. That is a A high-level sarkic sorcerer, he has an aura similar to that of the great sorcerer. It is an aura from [the immensity covered by him]. It is absolutely impossible for angels in heaven to possess this aura."
Ernest frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he asked: "You mean, the power of this sarkic warlock is similar to...the great warlock?"
Castiel nodded, with a look on his face. His expression became more serious.
"That's it, Captain. This breath is familiar to us but extremely dangerous. It is full of desire and corrupt power. The reason why that punch hit [Stora] is because it With a certain irresistible twist.”
"Furthermore, although the power of that punch is powerful, it does not bear the characteristics of the Crowned One. If [the Crowned One] were to strike, the attack would not only be a physical impact, but would also be accompanied by mental erosion and Contamination. Although that punch was swift and deadly, there was no trace of such contamination."
Ernest nodded, agreeing with Castile's analysis.
He spoke again, with a hint of contemplation in his tone: "In this case, the enemy we face may be an extremely powerful master, but it is definitely not the [Crown]. In this case, we need to re- Assess the enemy's capabilities and means to ensure that they will not be attacked so easily next time."
Hearing this, Red Monk Bodfei II's eyes flashed with interest.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of inquiry and suspicion in his tone, "Are you sure that the other party is a Sarkic cultist?"
Castiel nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm. "It's absolutely true. In my perception, I clearly captured the other party's unabashed Qi. Moreover, I witnessed with my own eyes the flesh and blood creation he made."
The interest of Fei II is obvious. Being stimulated, the red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter,
as if he was thinking about something. He said slowly: "The creation of flesh and blood... that is indeed one of the symbols of Sarkic cultists."
Bodfei II seemed to be aroused, and he asked Castile: " Do you think it is a new sensuality or an old sensuality?"
Castile frowned slightly as he recalled the details of the battle, with a hint of hesitation in his tone: "I don't know. Judging from the clothing, the man seemed to be different from the old Sarkic. He wore a strange modern thaumaturgy mask on his face, and his clothes were quite modern; however, the flesh and blood creations he created did not look like that. The abilities and skills that a new Sarkic should have.”
Fei Er nodded slightly, with a trace of thought flashing in his eyes, and then he slowly spoke:
"Those who are new to carnality will practice many strange and obscene techniques, which are all unpopular; those who are old to carnality, Then you will sit on your hands and dare not change anything."
"The old and new sensuality have their disadvantages, but they also have their strengths."
Facing the words of Bode Fei II, Castile said: He didn't dare to pick up the conversation casually, because he was well aware of the other person's bad temper.
The only person who is qualified to evaluate Sarkic is Fei II himself.
At this moment, the red monk continued to ask: "You said that the other person's breath is similar to mine? What kind of breath is similar?"
Hearing this question, Castiel suddenly felt nervous.
He wanted to answer immediately, but he didn't know how to describe that feeling.
He frowned, thought for a moment, and finally spoke cautiously:
"The Great Warlock does have an aura, as if it comes from the same source of power, but there are some subtle differences."
Fei II's eyes became more profound, and he continued to ask: "What is the source? Tell me in detail, don't hide it."
Steele felt a headache, after all, he had just been punched With my head shattered, I had no chance to carefully observe what kind of aura it was.
However, the eyes of Red Monk Bodfei II were still burning, as if waiting for a definite answer.
Castier could only rub his hands nervously and fell into silence.
At this time, Captain Ernest noticed the red monk’s ready-to-move posture and couldn’t help but remind him:
"Your Majesty the Great Warlock, your current abilities have been divided together with the fourteen pieces of sacred meat, and the ceremony has not yet been completed. What we have to do now is to finish, rather than causing more unnecessary troubles through head-on confrontation."
Bade Fei II's eyes were still sharp, but after hearing Ernest's words, his expression softened slightly.
He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "You are right. Our first task is to complete the ceremony. We will discuss other matters later..."
Stuck... ..., let’s just treat it as an anti-theft seal, I’ll change it.
Woo woo hoo——
It's all Xianyu's fault. If I had known about it, I would have been a fool.
(End of this chapter)