After hearing Sid's words, 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 disappeared thousands of years ago and lived in seclusion, seems to have been dominated by divinity, while emotions belonging to human nature are dominated. Not much left.

  This is not a good thing for Chen Lun.

  Angels are hard to find, and angels with the right position are even rarer to come across. Chen Lun took a deep breath and decided to fight for it again.

  He took out the "Monument of Destiny" that was almost pieced together, and said:

   "I have restored more than half of the stele carved by Your Majesty himself..."

  From the text recorded on the Destiny Monument, it can be seen that Sid Mitchell has an inexplicable worship of Duke Huan. Chen Lun tried to use this to draw a little closer to the relationship.

  Sid's reaction was indeed different from before.

  His eyes were fixed, and his eyes were fixed on the stone slab in Chen Lun's hand.

   After a while, he said quietly:

   "Huangong Weiye, I really admire... 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 began at the moment of His fall!"

   As he spoke, the angel walked towards Chen Lun again, and the khaki-colored cloak fluttered along with it. Sid stood in front of Chen Lun and said calmly:

"Looking at history, one can speculate about the future... I can say for sure that no one will become Duke Huan in the future, and it is even more impossible for anyone to surpass Duke Huan. Not trekkers on other paths of destiny, nor Oscar, the giant snake of fate. As for you... "

  He shook his head slightly, as if he was not optimistic.

  The hope in Chen Lun's heart gradually disappeared, and he sighed secretly.

  However, Sid spoke again:

   "However, this monument of fate reminds me of one thing... Even though Duke Huan hated the Seven Gods back then, he did not kill all the other ancient gods, even the 'Emerald Bird' whose authority is close to his."

  He grinned and held out a finger.

   "But Jade Bird doesn't seem to appreciate this. I have been displeased with this guy for a long time... It just so happens that the person behind the scenes this time is his favored person. How about you help me kill him?"

  Surprise flashed in Chen Lun's eyes, and at the same time he received a prompt from the panel—

  【You triggered the A-level hidden mission: Misfortune Clown! 】

  Mission description: The old guest Sid Mitchell hates the ancient **** jadeite bird, and hopes that you can take action to remove the opponent's favored one.

  Mission Objective: Kill Sigmund the Emerald Bird.

  Mission rewards: 200W experience points, 3W Lan Gabo and Sid Mitchell's favorability.

  Chen Lun looked thoughtful.

  He sorted out the information in Sid's words, sorted out the logical relationship behind it, and immediately understood what the position of those ancient gods was.

  At the same time, I am delighted with Sid's request... In fact, even if the other party doesn't say anything, I will kill the person behind the scenes. After all, he is also a high-ranking person on the destiny path and belongs to a competitor.

   Now it is tantamount to pushing the boat smoothly, and can smoothly complete Sid's tasks, gain experience points and favorability.

  But Sigmund's identity belongs to the benefactor of the emerald bird, Chen Lun was a little apprehensive, so he asked Sid Mitchell again.

  Through the simple explanation of the other party, Chen Lun finally understood that the strength of the ancient gods is far inferior to that of the true gods. Although they were born in the ancient era, if you really want to talk about it, they stop at the rank of angels from the gods...

   Moreover, their power and authority do not belong to the top ten paths of gods, but are extremely special "heretics".

Heretics generally refer to a special path that has only one single one, and there are no adjacent ones, and often on this path, except for the ancient **** at the end, there are no trekkers... because even the only divinity, there may be only a few The portion is still occupied by the ancient gods.

   Heretics are destined to be the path of despair for the extraordinary.

  The ancient gods may not be weak, but they will never be stronger than the true gods, and they are not even better than some slightly stronger subordinate gods, let alone the king of angels.

  Understanding this, Chen Lun decided to accept the task.

   At the same time, he bowed to him and said:

   "Your Majesty Sid, I will hunt for you and return you to peace."

   "Go."

  The man with waist-length hair spoke nonchalantly, turned around and left, and hummed the out-of-tune old rhyme again.

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  Under the night, Qidi Port is still busy.

  The lights from the street lamps and the tavern shops complement each other.

  Sigmund stood on the pier for a while, and suddenly frowned slightly.

  A gust of cold wind engulfed snowflakes, making Him, who was already a high-ranking saint, feel an inexplicable chill, and a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart...

   "Spiritual intuition not warning? Oops!"

   Sigmund was cautious, turned around and left with a lantern in his hand.

He knew that this premonition was accurate, because he had the blessing of the emerald bird, so he could predict the coming of bad luck by himself... The failure of spiritual intuition can only explain one thing, that is, there is a higher existence that locks and shields his own perception!

   Who is going to deal with me?

   A puzzled thought flashed through Sigmund's mind.

  He directly used the sequence ability, and a teleportation disappeared in place.

   But the next second.

  Boom!

  An invisible barrier blocked the way, and Sigmund seemed to hit an indestructible wall with his head. He was bounced back by a strong reaction force, his figure was revealed, and he took several steps back.

  He looked around, his face suddenly changed.

   All the noisy sounds of the pier disappeared at some point.

  The night sky is still shining, but it is covered with a layer of blue tulle.

   "This is the spirit world..."

   Sigmund's heart trembled.

  Can silently drag him into the spirit world, the enemy in the dark is definitely more difficult than you imagined!

"and…"

  More than a dozen huge ancient stone pillars rose from the ground and stood around. Countless thick iron chains connected the stone pillars, sealing off this area.

   Sigmund cursed secretly.

  He looked up, and a figure appeared in front of him.

   Thin, tall, with a mossy wooden mask on his face.

"who are you?"

   Sigmund asked in a deep voice.

  The man didn’t move, but there was a clockwork-like gurgling sound from under the wooden mask:

   "Famine Knight, Dante."

   Sigmund frowned deeper. He had never heard of this name, and he didn't know that someone in the mysterious field was called "Dante", so it could be seen that the other party used a fake name.

  He took a deep breath and asked tentatively:

   "I don't know Dante, why did you stop me?"

   "Because of fate."

   Behind him, came a joking voice.

  Sigmund's pupils narrowed sharply, and he turned his head quickly, and saw a guy in a black tuxedo and a top hat standing not far behind him at some point.

  The person's hat is drooping, and shadows cover his face.

   Can't see the other person's face at all.

  Only the voice of laughter came:

   "Plague Knight Boccaccio, honored to meet you, Mr. Sigmund... But unfortunately, you may not see the sun tomorrow."

"Two people!"

   Sigmund was nervous and decided to act first.

  With a cold face, he lifted his blouse and waved his hands.

   Whoosh!

  Dozens of cards and flying knives pierced through the space, heading towards two strange enemies at the front and back respectively. Even the basic ability of the destiny department [magician], in his hands, has exerted terrifying power.

   At the same time, Sigmund teleported and appeared behind Dante, with a slender sword protruding from his cuff, stabbing at the opponent's back.

  Puff Chi—

  The stick and sword pass through the heart without hindrance.

  The cards were also inserted on Dante's body one after another.

  But Sigmund's face was not happy. The other party was already very weird if he didn't avoid it. Now he couldn't even see the blood, which made him feel even worse.

  KaKa…

   There was a sound of stiff wooden joints twisting.

  Dante turned his head 180 degrees and stared back at Sigmund. The eyes exposed on the wooden mask revealed unspeakable grief, and he said:

   "Why, resist?"

   Sigmund's pupils shrank.

  He looked down and found a hole in his left chest, and blood was flowing out.

   "The damage was transferred to myself..."

Enduring the pain and shock, Sigmund resolutely abandoned his staff and sword, and used teleportation to distance himself from this guy... It was not until he retreated a hundred meters and leaned against a huge stone pillar that he used magic techniques to close the gap on his chest. One wipe stopped the bleeding.

  The masked man named Dante's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the cards stuck on his body and the stick and sword piercing through his chest turned into wood one after another, and soon rotted into powder.

   Sigmund's pressure increased sharply.

  He did not forget the other man in the hat, but when he glanced around, he was nowhere to be seen in the arena.

  Sigmund hid his left hand under the blouse, and used a bracelet pendant for divination, but the result was nothing...

  His heart was terrified.

  The opponent's mysterious weight and resistance are indeed much higher than your own!

   Phew! call out! call out!

   There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air.

Sigmund suddenly discovered that hundreds of cards were flying from his left front, right front, and above his head. These cards were completely different from the ones he threw. They shone with red and black brilliance, and their power was shocking. .

   Whoosh!

   He gritted his teeth and cast teleport again.

But the frightening thing is that Poker turned around in mid-air, chasing after him... The field was blocked, and there was not enough room for maneuvering. After nine flashes of Sigmund's figure, he finally failed to hide. Surrounded.

   At the last moment, Sigmund was forced to reveal his own mythical creature form.

  Boom!

  A big dark green snake rose from the ground, with three pairs of wings growing on its back, and with a flick of its long tail, it swept away the playing cards one after another.

  Booming explosion, accompanied by jingling and crisp sounds, tremors all around.

   "You two **** fellows!"

  The serpent roared with murderous intent.

   "You forced me to do this!"

  The retro lantern floated in front of him, and suddenly emitted two green lights, one fell on Dante, and the other was thrown into the air, illuminating the figure of Boccaccio.

   Sigmund sneered, spit out a mouthful of prayer, and then said in a deep voice:

   "Feel the doom coming..."

However.

  The scene was silent for a few seconds. Dante and Boccaccio did not respond, and their calm eyes kept staring at Sigmund.

  The dark green serpent's eyes trembled slightly.

"Why…"

   Card!

  There was only a crisp sound, and cracks suddenly appeared on the outer cover of the lantern, and the green light dimmed quietly.

   "Emerald magic lamp, cracked...?"

   Sigmund's voice suddenly increased a few degrees.

   There was strong horror in his tone.

  The god-given item crowned by the emerald bird not only failed to affect the opponent, but was actually damaged by backlash!

  Amidst the agitation of emotions, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard another strange and hoarse voice above his head:

   "Don't waste time, kill him quickly, we have other things to do..."

   Sigmund's pair of snake pupils turned upwards, and then shrank sharply.

On the top of the huge stone pillar stood a figure in black robe, who seemed to be standing there from beginning to end...His appearance was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the black robe fluttered in the wind, revealing the dense group of white snakes underneath, who seemed to be Him legs.

   "Understood, Qiao Ke."

   Dante and Boccaccio said in unison.

   Sigmund felt like falling into an ice cave, only feeling a chill all over his body.

  Who are these three people...