Chapter 122: Break (II)
Inheritance and Enlightenment...... This innate ability cannot be actively released by the Awakened, and is a completely passive talent.
The academic name of the talent is composed of a general subject and an extended suffix, Fein's talent is "inheritance", which proves that his body is inherited from a certain ancient bloodline as described on the surface of the text, and "revelation" means that his talent will not be fully awakened at once, but will be made aware of it little by little in the form of layers of progression, like a process of learning and comprehension.
Finn remembers the dream he had last night. At the end of the dream, he dreamed that the blood given by Gaztex to the mortal world fell from heaven and poured over his head, but at that time he did not think at all that this might not be an accident, after all, he really did not expect that his talent would be an inheritance, and the knight of the apocalypse standing in front of him at this moment-
St. Degard.
Is he the ancestor of his own life?
The young paladin stared blankly at the attribute panel that appeared in front of him, and at the same time looked at the knight who was smiling at him through the translucent data information.
Saint's face was somewhat subtle like his, and the passing knight took a step forward with the sword in his hand, then lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand, and then slowly raised his arm, so that the sword and his gaze were straight up to the young man, and whispered, "For justice." β
The knight's sword was raised towards the young man, and the young paladin looked at the sword, feeling as if there was a sacred mission on the tip of the sword to examine himself.
His hand subconsciously pinched the hilt of the sword in his hand, only to find that the silver sword with the curled blade was still in his hand, so after hesitating for a second, as if involuntarily, he also tightened the five fingers holding the hilt, raised his sword forward, took the next sentence of the passage and said, "God's will." β
"Ding-"
Their swords intertwined across the wilderness, making a clear symphony, like the ancient bells that had awakened the silence of a thousand and one nights.
The sun rose from the end of the earth, the clouds opened a bright light in the sky for a ray of morning light, and the young paladin closed his eyes in the wind that swept through the fields, as if he heard a melodious flute drifting from afar.
The wind was like a pair of gentle hands caressing his cheeks, and the sound of the flute took his thoughts to distant places, to the sky, to the other side of the mountain, to the other side of the sea, as if he had gone through an ethereal journey, and finally brought him back to the same place.
All the sounds slowly faded in his ears, and when everything seemed to be quiet, he opened his eyes again, and the scene before him changed back to the castle hall of Hurenger, the tall Marshallese priest standing opposite him with a flaming war hammer, the young thief Arroyo, the future sword saint Raymond, and the elven girl Arya standing in front of him, the faint light from his body quickly dimmed as the dreamlike journey ended.
"Finn, are you alright?" Arya looked back at Finn, two emerald green eyes blinking in confusion.
"I'm fine." Finn came back to his senses, looked at Arya, then at Arroyo and Raymond, who also looked surprised and half-turned around, and then waved his hand and hurriedly explained.
After signaling to his companion that he was really fine, the young man raised his head and looked at the old priest who was standing a little farther away with a fierce look on his face, sighed softly in his heart, and then called up the game system in his mind.
Properties Panel. He said silently.
Just as in the illusion just now, the familiar frame of data quickly surfaced on his retina, and the following was clearly displayed on it:
γProperties Panelγ
Name: Fein No. Ozelit
Title: Brave
Race: Human/Ancestor (Male)
Faction: Orderly and kind
Language: Lingua Franca, Dragon
Talents: Inheritance, Revelation
Health: 122/122
Attributes: Strength 21 (+10) (+2), Agility 12 (+6), Constitution 14 (+7), Intelligence 10 (+5), Perception 16 (+8) (+1), Charisma 16 (+8)
Experience Points: 176 (unassigned)
Attribute points: 1 (unassigned)
Proof Points: 3 (Unassigned)
Total Rank: 10 (Civilian Scholar Lv. 4 / Paladin Tier 6)
Classes: Level 4 Civilian/Scholar (0/160), Level 6 Paladin (0/3200)
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Obviously, his racial information is clear, the wording proves that his bloodline has indeed been passed down from ancient times to the present day, and the legacy of the Apocalypse Knight has strengthened his body and mind, and this linguistic knowledge may have been given to him by his ancestors who followed the Dragon of Judgment, and the exploding six-circumference attribute may have been influenced by the blood of Gazteis.
The divine blood given to the Apocalypse Knight by the God of Justice Gazteth probably contains more powerful power in the body of St. Dega, but even if this bloodline has weakened a lot when it has been passed down to his generation across the long river of history, as a descendant of the Apocalypse Knight in this life, he can still feel the significant changes brought by the blood of the God - for example, his current six circumference attributes, it is not difficult for people who know a little bit of mathematical knowledge to see that those attributes have increased by 1.5 times in the base value except for the bonuses of equipment and titles.
Without power, there is no justice.
Now, the corridor of power through time and space has been passed into his hands, the young paladin looked at the grumpy old priest in front of him, put his free left hand on his side and slowly clenched the tender scar left in the battle with the clown not long ago, and gradually made a very unbearable plan in his heart, but at this moment he suddenly heard-
"No, father, you can't do that!"
The old priest and the young people suddenly looked sideways, and the young lady in the priest's white robe ran into the hall from the outside screaming, and the half-fairy girl who was bought by Finn's party from the underground auction house also ran out from behind and followed the lady.
"Suya?" The Marshallese priest stared wide-eyed at Miss Nun who ran to his side, "You... How's the Radiant Gate? β
"A few high-level... Ha... The High Priest has already arrived. Su Ya bent down to support her knees and gasped for breath, while raising her head to look up at the old priest in front of her, "They are more than me... Highly efficient. β
"And what are you doing here?" A look of displeasure mixed with worry flashed on the old priest's face, "Still with a child?" β
"I'm worried about you." Miss Sister explained.
"Worried that I'll execute this heretic?!"
"No, it's not like that!"
The anger of the Marshallese priest suddenly burned again, and he yelled at Miss Sister in a hurry, and the half-fairy little girl standing beside Su Ya trembled in fright, and quickly ran away from Su Ya, and then ran to the camp of the young people with a puff of smoke.
The little girl panicked and ran behind the nearest Raymond to hide, and after a second, only half of her timid little face was revealed.
The future Sword Saint was a little stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what to do with this little girl who came to "defect" to him, and suddenly subconsciously raised his head to look at Finn, and found that the young paladin's two eyes were staring at the nun next to the Marshallese priest as if they were stunned.
"Father......" Noticing a detail in Suya's words, Finn stared at the little nun for a long time, muttering the word that caught his attention, and suddenly thought of someone in his mind.
"Suya." He then shouted at Miss Nun.
Su Ya's eyes blinked, and she turned her head away from the Marshallese priest.
Fein stood a few steps away and looked her in the eye, then asked her, "You... Forehead...... Is there a birthmark under your heart, and the pattern of that birthmark is in the shape of a half-oval, like a fisherman's boat? β
"......" Miss Sister looked at the young paladin in surprise, and Arya, Arroyo, Raymond, and even the Marshallese priest were stunned.
A few seconds have passed.
"You... How do you know? Miss Nun opened her lips sluggishly, and her cheeks turned red with a brush.
The young paladin was very embarrassed and silent for a long time.
Of course, he knew that it was rude to ask Su Ya this question in front of so many people, but he was in such a situation with the Marshallese Priest at this time, and if he didn't confirm it now, I am afraid it would be difficult to have another chance in the future.
Suya's face was as red as a ripe apple, and Fein probably guessed that he had guessed it right when he saw her expression, so he thought about it and continued to say to her: "If one day you dream of that dragon again, remember the name Heatassa, she has something to do with your background. β
Fein's words made Su Ya completely stunned, and the Marshallese priest on the side did not know the truth, thinking that Fein was making fun of his adopted daughter, and suddenly he could no longer hold back the anger like a volcanic eruption, and was ready to pick up the war hammer again to attack.
That's when --
"Knock"
"Huh?"
There was a sound of something falling to the ground, and the Marshallese priest, the half-elf girl, and the young people present all looked at the carpet of the hall between them, and then found that God knows when a small round black ball rolled from somewhere.
Finn stared at the small black ball for less than half a second, his brain exploded, and he immediately turned his head and hugged Lilith who was lying on the ground and yelled: "Everyone get out of the way!" β
As soon as his voice fell, Arya, Arroyo, and Raymond's eyes widened at the same time, and the little black ball immediately let out a "Bang!" There was a loud bang, like a magic bomb invented by the dwarves of the plateau, and the choking smoke then rose a wall of fog between the Marshallese priest, Suya, and the young people.
Finn, Arya, Arroyo, and Raymond, who was in a hurry to pick up the half-elf girl like Finn, was blown to the side of the castle hall by the heat wave set off by the bomb, and the young paladin scolded his mother in his heart and narrowed his eyes and swept around him, and suddenly saw a black shadow in the large hole in the ceiling of the hall that had been pierced by the contract demon, and the black shadow then moved quickly in front of him as if it had been planned for a long time, and the appearance of a dark elf girl appeared from the smoke.
"Are you?!" He looked at the dark elf in amazement.
"Hurry up." The silver-haired dark elf girl replied to him briefly, turned her head and threw a glance at the other three who had been pushed by the blast along with Finn, then got up without hesitation and jumped to a window on the wall of the hall.
The picture shifts to the perspective of the Marshallese priest and Su Ya's side.
The old priest and the nun were pushed back to the other side of the castle hall by the heat of the bombs, and the father and daughter, one old and one young, leaned against the wall and could not see anything through the fog, when the sound of the curtains being opened and glass breaking was heard behind the fog.
After about two seconds, the fog cleared on both sides, and the old priest of Hurengel raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, and suddenly saw that the castle hall was in shambles, the young paladin and his companions had long since disappeared, and all that was left in the huge hall was a mess of signs of destruction, and a shard of broken glass that had fallen in front of a wall and window.
The Marshallese priest looked at this scene that seemed to be after the catastrophe for a few seconds, and then seemed to react to something, and quickly ran to the window with broken glass shards and stuck his head out, and searched the space outside the window for a long time but found nothing, and finally noticed that the surface of the moat below the castle seemed to ripple slightly.
"Father......" Su Ya looked at the back of the Marshallese priest and cautiously stepped forward.
The Marshallese priest sighed out the window, then looked back at his adopted daughter: "What did that stinky boy mean by what he told you?" β
"I... I don't know. Miss Sister felt her face turn red again, "Really... I don't know. β
"......," the old priest silently looked into his adopted daughter's eyes.
Half a day.
"Forget it." He shook his head slightly, "The turmoil in the city has not subsided, we need to end this disaster as soon as possible." β