In the mottled light, Darius's figure became more and more hazy, countless cracks densely covered his body, and a little crimson light penetrated through his skin, clearly seeing the broken and healing organs inside.

Faintly visible pure white color surging in the body!

Sonorous! Sonorous!

Sonorous! Sonorous!

The sound of steel clashing sounded, and several pure white shackles came out of his body, embedded in the void, pulling and extending, causing Darius to slowly float in the air.

The black cutter, stained with viscous blood, also levitated, gently encircling Darius's side.

Pure white and red black glow illuminate this closed secret room.

As time passed, Darius sank into viscous blood, unable to extricate himself, and his life energy flickered like a candle flame.

There is nothing Modrian can do about it, and he can only wait for the end of the card [Shackles of Fate] from the perspective of God.

Perhaps it is the inner prayer that is perceived by the system, or it may be waiting for the eventual change.

An extremely oppressive aura suddenly appeared in the air, calming everyone in the secret room.

Whew!

Suddenly, the arrogant and bloodthirsty wolf howl sounded out of thin air, and the viscous red black blood splashed like ink, simulating the figure of a giant wolf roaring in the sky.

Nearly transparent red ripples rippled through the chamber, and an inexplicable aura emanated from Darius's body.

At some point, Darius had opened his eyes, and there was blood in his dark pupils, but there was no god inside, as if he was acting unconsciously.

As if sensing that Darius opened his eyes, the crimson giant wolf roared incessantly, and its body moved in the small space around it.

If you look closely, it sucks pure white energy particles into the air, which are the energy that remains after the shackles have pierced through the void.

After transforming itself, it turned into crystal clear blood-colored energy, which poured into Darius's body.

And Darius, nourished by mysterious powers, is slowly healing his body full of cracks.

The muscle fibers in the body have become stronger and tougher, and the broken and healed organs are pregnant with inexplicable energy.

Faintly, Darius exudes an air of the unknown that seems to be mysterious and majestic.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of continuous shackles shaking echoed in the void, Darius struggled unconsciously, and those pure white shackles let out an inexplicable wail as the crimson giant wolf absorbed energy particles.

Boom!

As the first pure white shackles shattered, the next shackles could no longer be supported and broke one after another.

Instantly, the crimson giant wolf leaped, devouring the fluttering and broken shackles.

Crimson energy unleashed, swirling around Darius's body like a flame, melting its own pure white glow.

Boom!

Bloodstained hands gripped the black cutter suspended in the air, and the giant battle axe had already changed its appearance.

The scarlet blade of the axe reflects the godless face of Darius, and the black and hideous axe body and handle show the aura of choosing people to devour.

Darius lowered his head as he fell, and the crimson wolf ran around him.

"God!"

"People!"

"Everything!"

"I ..... Longing for ..... Break the shackles of fate! ”

With the sound of murmuring echoing in the secret room, the flame-like crimson energy surged, setting off endless waves of fire.

Drown Darius, drown the crimson wolf, drown everything.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

More than a dozen delicate magic circles were embedded in the ceiling of the secret room, and the active elemental energy that could have concealed the magic items was directly shattered at this moment, scattering all over the room.

"Fate? Yoke? ”

Modrian looked down at Darius, who was undergoing an inexplicable change, with a solemn expression, as if the movement was not over.

He had to be a little glad that he had transferred Svein and them in advance, otherwise if there was another vision, it might bring unknown changes to the Valoran Lord, who had finally been stable and prosperous.

Zhao Xin stepped forward with a resolute expression, standing in front of 'Modrian', the three-clawed dragon spear in his hand dancing, blocking the spreading wave of red fire.

At the same time, Svein gently straightened his black shawl, a thick pitch-black mist churning behind him, and his reddish left hand stretched out of the hem of his clothes.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The diffuse mist condensed, and the hoarse and hoarse crows hovered in the secret room, and countless blood-red mist turned into flocks of raven, gathering and scattering, blocking the raging, flame-like red waves.

Thundered!

Transparent waves of air stirred, rows of heavy wooden frames toppled to the ground, and a large number of magical items fell to the ground.

Well? Svein's face changed slightly, his head fluttering, and there was a hint of consternation in his eyes.

"Take control of your power, Darius!"

With a low voice, the thick fog that had already turned into countless blood-red flocks of ravens erupted again.

In the hazy mist, it seemed as a pair of dark wings that covered the sky and the sun slowly spread behind Svein, and the hovering and hissing raven fell to the edge of the wings.

The pitch-black wings slowly retracted, suppressing the blazing crimson energy on Darius's body.

Whew! Whew!

The crimson giant wolf surrounding Darius let out a silent roar, its dark eyes were full of hideousness and madness, it wanted to rush towards Svein, but for some unknown reason, there was an inexplicable restraint to stop its **.

One last glance at Svein, the crimson giant wolf soared into the air, its claws flashing, hollowing out gaps in its massive folded wings.

Crimson energy continued to surge, wanting to penetrate and completely tear apart all obstacles in front of him.

But he didn't want to, the sound of the wind suddenly appeared, and wisps of pale cyan breeze emerged from the surrounding cracks, slowly wrapping around the wings, forming a looming cyan seal.

Then, a strong breath of life surged underground, and a majestic will descended, firmly imprisoning this area.

......................

Limontanlu.

The Temple of Power in the Southeast Region.

The faint moonlight shone on this solemn complex, reflecting a little ethereal majesty.

In the main shrine of silence, the idol of the god of power stands in the center, his vaguely blurred head slightly tilted to the left, facing the world with his left face.

The faces of the gods were never beyond the reach of mortals.

It's just that at this moment, this silent statue has a subtle light escaping from the inside, gentle and sacred.

After a while, it returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Spell fluctuations appeared, and immediately the figure of Cardinal Archbishop Agnes appeared in the main temple, and the golden-red cloak rippled slightly.

"What's going on? Why do idols appear on their own initiative? Agnes whispered, her old face full of doubt.

"But why did it disappear again?"

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Grand Duchy of Tambefasa.

The Temple of Fortune inside an iron-cast fortress.

It is a lavish golden temple, with walls and eaves adorned with precious stones and precious metal sequins, and it still shimmers golden at night.

Bishop Isda looked at the vision of the vanishing statue of the goddess of wealth in front of him, and his face was very solemn.

He happened to be praying in the temple tonight, and because of the cooperative trade contract with the Valoran Lord, he received a baptism of divine grace, and he took a solid step towards the path of legend.

Therefore, in recent times, he has often come to the Temple of Fortune and witnessed the vision just now.

"Is it the grace of God coming again? Or is there something unusual? Bishop Isda secretly guessed, a little excited and a little flustered.

Unlike other gods, the goddess of wealth is very concerned about her followers, and will often descend her own incarnation and appear in front of many believers.