Eliza and Theodore sat on their chairs on the balcony and enjoyed their afternoon.

"Now, Mr. Theodore. When did this guy get into your body?" Eliza took a sip of black tea and asked.

"I don't know when, but one day when I was sleeping, I suddenly felt something crawling into my body. Her voice was heard the next morning," Theodore replied with a smile as he looked at the sky.

Eliza covered her mouth and laughed, and Theodore asked suspiciously, "What's so funny?"

"I'm just laughing, an ancestor dragon king, and now he actually has to live in someone else's body. Eliza put the cup on the table, stepped up Erlang's legs and added, "In the dragon clan, there used to be eight major forces. Each corresponds to the eight dragon kings, and Clara is the fourth. At the beginning, she and her siblings reigned over the world and provoked the earth-shattering war between Europe and Kenya. ”

Theodore listened to Eliza's remarks about the past, and Eliza's expression grew sad

"In that war, the Demon Dao camp suffered heavy losses. How many B-level peaks and A-level elites have fallen, even then we still won't regret it. For true justice is in our hands, and the humans and the Protoss ....... But it's all hypocrisy. ”

One sentence shocked Theodore, "The Protoss and humans are hypocritical," Theodore muttered in his heart. Theodore's knowledge of the Protoss was limited to books in the library. The book contains the story of each god, which is why he worships it. Clara also mentioned Eliza's words to herself, but she didn't take it very seriously.

"I'll tell you a little secret while she's still dormant. Eliza leaned into Theodore's ear and whispered, "Clara has a lover who died in this war. He was killed by your father, Peter Herbert. ”

Theodore looked at Eliza in surprise, and Eliza smiled intriguingly in a "shhhh

In Eliza's memory, Clara was once a gentle and kind dragon king. He takes care of the people in his own power in every way. At that time, after the outbreak of the first war, Clara, as one of the eight dragon kings, was opposed. But her siblings threatened her people, and she had to go to war with her lover.

Theodore lowered his head, a little blamed himself and a little sad. Her father had done such a thing, and now she lives in the body of her enemy son. How strong a psychology this must be, not to mention that there is no way to take revenge on your enemies when you see them every day.

When Eliza saw the human appearance, she leaned back in her chair and said, "It's not your fault, you were just a little kid at that time. The horror of human nature is more terrifying than you think. Eliza stood up and walked out of the balcony, leaving Theodore alone.

At this moment, Theodore felt a sharp pain in his brain. As he covered his head and bent down with his eyes closed, the sound of shackles breaking free echoed in his head.

Clara, who was asleep, suddenly woke up, and a shackle suddenly burst for some reason. When she looked around, there was only a broken iron lock on the ground.

"This ...... What's going on. Clara picked up the locks on the ground and looked at them as she looked up. It was discovered that among the twelve sculptures, a sculpture of the god of victory was missing. This puzzled Clara

Eliza, standing behind a wall, laughed wickedly at Theodore's cry and said, "It worked." Then he wriggled and walked out of the room

When Theodore looked up, he opened his eyes. The whole world began to twist and plunge into infinite darkness. When he closed his eyes again and opened them, the world was no longer dark. It was as if he had entered another dimension, and the golden light emanating from him made it impossible for Theodore to open his eyes.

At this moment, a purple-haired, immature boy walked up to Theodore and said, "Is that you, summoning my God of Victory from the realm of the gods?"

Theodore looked at the boy in front of him and scratched his head. Then he suddenly remembered the description in a book: the palace where the god of victory, Nibel, lived, was made of gold, a symbol of wealth and victory. The immature Nibel sat on the throne of the gold nuggets in a lofty posture, holding his golden sword in one hand.

"You..... Is that Nibel?" Theodore asked rhetorically, and suddenly a gust of air blew Theodore dozens of meters into the air and slammed it to the ground.

"Hey, just ask for a name, why are you blowing me into the sky!" After Theodore fell to the ground, a sharp pain spread throughout his body, and he got up and screamed

"Mere mortals dare to call the gods by their names. Why don't you get down on your knees and lick my toes?" Nebel walked up to Theodore, looking haughtily into the human eye

Theodore's heart began to be unhappy, but he was just a fairy, so arrogant. He got up from the ground and looked at the little kid, who was dozens of centimeters taller than himself.

"No wonder your brothers treat you as a younger brother, your quality is too poor. At this time, Theodore couldn't help but burst into the foul language of modern people. But Nebel is from another world, how could he understand.

"I am the youngest one, and the most important thing is that you dare to scold the God of Victory for his poor quality?" Nibel was a little angry, and his whole body floated into the air.

Nibel crossed his arms and looked at Theodore haughtily. His eyes turned golden, as if he were an emperor.

Theodore stared at the man, and a nameless sense of oppression began to arise. The feeling of oppression made it impossible for him to speak, and Nibel laughed when he saw the effect

"Mortals are nothing more than that. Let you see the end of the world. Nibel raised his right hand, producing a large number of golden light particles, which merged into a golden sword.

"Is this the Golden Sword...... Theodore muttered quietly, and Nibel saw the sword in his hand proudly displayed.

"Well, pretty! This is my proudest weapon, for tens of thousands of years. I am invincible with this weapon, and even my brothers have to obey. ”

Indeed, Theodore remembered that it was written in detail. Nibel, the god of victory, has duels with other gods, and Nibel has eight shifting stances. And his golden holy sword is a must, under absolute strength. The Golden Sword is capable of piercing all the world's defenses in one fell swoop.

- That's why he became the god of victory

At this time, how to be good, in the face of such power. Clara wasn't there, so he could only rely on the pervert who came to face him.

Nibel conjured up a long sword and threw it in front of Theodore, slowly descending to the ground and said

"In order to punish you for insulting the gods, raise your sword and fight me!"