It is a scepter with a simple shape, like a simple branch.

The surface of the staff is uneven, full of raised spikes, and the top of the staff is also twisted, looking like a white crystal ball tightly entangled by the growth of thorns, and the pure light in the gaps is constantly flickering and quite deep.

Facing the scepter stretched out in front of him, Charles narrowed his eyes,

The main reason why he acted in such a high-profile manner was that he wanted to get the information he needed quickly, and he didn't expect it to be bad, the one in control of fate was obviously in a hostile state with the Church of Thorns, so he stepped in to help this group of fleets that were obviously on the side of the Church.

In this way, as long as the high-end combat power of the church is introduced, he can quickly obtain some information that ordinary people simply cannot know, and can clearly understand what level he is currently in in various information, and then prepare for the next move.

This series of ideas needs to be done step by step, so he didn't want to act in a hurry, and he would have achieved his current goal by drawing out high-end combat power and getting online, but he didn't want to ...... now

Although the white-bearded presence seemed to be very old on the outside, a vast divine power was faintly revealed with the arrival of the other party, and the power was so vast that it was like a bottomless and vast sea.

But on the other hand, he doesn't seem to be that powerful......

A unique perception of talent made Charles think, and after a moment, he raised his hand to touch the tip of the outstretched scepter.

A warm breath like a mother's womb enveloped emanated from the place where the fingertips touched the scepter, and at the same time, a message wrapped in the picture was transmitted as quickly as electricity.

On a small island near the sea, a group of Westerners dressed in quaint and even rudimentary clothes knelt down to worship an old man in a white robe.

Under the fanatical gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the old man raised the scepter in his hand, and the crystal clear seven-pointed star crystal released countless brilliant brilliance under the sunlight of the sky, magnificent and spectacular.

The scepter then began to spread among the humans, being used by successive masters, before being engulfed in the dragon's flames and sealed in a dead sarcophagus.

It wasn't until a handsome young man pushed open the sarcophagus and took the scepter out of the dry bones that it was rediscovered.

……

The picture was not long, but it made Charles stunned.

The last boy to be revealed is naturally him, or he in his previous life.

And the first owner of the scepter......

He couldn't help but look at the old man standing with a smile in front of him.

The center of my mind is a flash of electricity, thinking about the time when I first "traveled through": the Middle Ages, dragons, strangers, night watchmen......

Everything corresponded to some of the information in the memory, except for the unique scepter.

At the time, he felt that this was a natural evolution of the real world, but it seemed that it was clearly not like that.

Think about everything.

The many powers inherited from the scepter made him very unique, the rudiments of the worlds of heaven and hell, the vast collection of beliefs, and the appearance of the seven gods of the implicit and conceptual of countless souls......

And the last and most crucial moment, when he was controlled by fate, unable to control himself, or even unable to explode his spirit, it was the sudden effect of the seven-pointed star medal embodied by the scepter that allowed him to escape the clutches.

And he did not forget that a certain creator in his memory once claimed to have been absorbed and protected by the medallion and existed in him, which led to a series of transcendent rebirths......

"So the daughter of destiny who thinks she is in control of everything has actually been calculated by the person in front of her."

Although it is a matter of oneself, everything in the past is just a memory.

Seeing all of this at this point, Charles felt that what he was seeing was more like a farce than what had caused him to gnash his teeth.

Looking up at the old man standing with a smile in front of him, he also laughed

"What do you want me to do?" Charles asked.

At that time, the so-called crossing had already been caught in the competition between the two sides from the beginning, and judging from the results, it was obvious that the one in front of him had won.

But Charles didn't have a problem with this, on the contrary, he should actually be rejoicing in this man's victory, otherwise he would have been gone.

The other party did not answer, but still held the scepter in his hand in front of him, but unlike just now, this time his action seemed to be for Charles to take it.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"It is your mission to take the Scepter of Thorns, feel the faith of billions of living beings in the world, and banish that evil fate."

A stream of thought came into contact, as vast and ancient as an ancient god.

Charles was noncommittal about this so-called mission, but he had reason to be hostile to that fate.

And although the person in front of him was also very strange, Charles did not have much doubt about his words at this time, or rather, this person really wanted him to do this kind of expulsion.

It wasn't out of trust, but a sense of his genius, a sense that even the Creator and the one in front of him couldn't guard against.

But he still asked.

"How do you know I can do it?"

"Ancient prophecies have revealed that the Cleansers will be born in a time of chaos in their fate."

The ethereal echo whispered like an ancient idol, and Charles's mind moved, and he reached out and took the strange scepter.

A strange, yet familiar feeling faintly emerged from the palm of his hand.

It reminded him of the first time he had held the Staff of Authority, and was worshipped by all the peoples in a medieval world.

And this is not a delusion.

Faintly, countless voices and pictures of faith surged like a tide.

On the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, the wounded soldiers covered their wounds with painful faces, and kept muttering prayers in their mouths.

……

In the modern world, a group of monks in white robes preach the faith of the cross in the church, and the cross is surrounded by a thorn.

……

Somewhere in the Middle Ages, a knight on horseback shouted sacred war words and burst into flames, then rushed forward to a terrifying dragon on the opposite side.

……

With the arrival of these voices, an invisible force suddenly grew and grew rapidly.

It was a majestic power that had evolved through the Charles' gifts, deep and vast, full of unknown mysteries.

Feeling this strange power, the old man on the other side showed a hint of surprise, but then he frowned and looked up at the top of his head.

There was no sign in the motionless cockpit, but as soon as he looked up, a dark purple thunderbolt suddenly fell from above his head and slashed at him!

The thunder erupted silently, but it was quite powerful.

After falling from the sky, not only did it wrap the white-robed old man's whole body, but even the space around him was also cut by a trace of dark arc on the surface, revealing black gaps like nothingness!

Looking from the destroyed cabin, the outside sky was already filled with black clouds.

The light was dim, and a giant like a thunder god poked out his upper body from the surging dark clouds, and looked down, his eyes were like two dark purple thunder fires, majestic and fierce.