【Golden Arrow of the Goddess of Hunting】

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【The quill of the god of literature and art】

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【Poseidon's Belt】

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【Earrings of the God of Beauty】

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Swords, rings, maces, one item after another, metal or leather, were picked up and laid down one after another.

Under the constant prompting of the True Eye, Charr's expression became more and more strange.

Although the various gods behind these things sounded powerful, Charles had never heard of them before.

Whether it's from others or from books.

In fact, even in the Bandage Man's collection, he had not seen any record of these gods.

As for the gods, he only knew about the Lord of Thorns, the Elemental King, the various evil gods, and the astral spirits in the sky.

"So ...... now"

In the middle of a deep groan, he faintly thought of a sentence. "History is written by the victors."

In the battle with the Lord of Thorns, these gods were erased from all history?

After unconsciously thinking of a series of grievances and hatreds, Charles put down a silver axe with a simple shape, and then he thought of one thing again.

The True Eye suggests that these objects must meet certain requirements in order to be awakened. So is this the reason why I came here?

That so-called requirement......

He picked up a pair of mirrors in the pile of items and placed them in front of him, and on his forehead, a black seven-pointed star pattern came into view.

Yes, seven-pointed star.

He is now in a state of spirit travel.

The seven-pointed star is neatly "inscribed" on its forehead, and around its edge, a faintly visible golden thread is the thread of fate that Charles has obtained in the world of ice and fire.

This thing has been in a state of merging with the seven-pointed star ring since it was obtained, and it is unclear what it is for.

Charles had observed it countless times, so he didn't care about it, but he vaguely guessed something else.

"Which god do they think I am the reincarnation or successor of? That's why I was promoted, and then here? ”

Thinking, he looked down at the pile in front of him.

"If I am indeed the reincarnation or heir of these gods, is there anything in them that I can control? Or does the church think there is something in it that I can control? ”

What does this mean? A powerful artifact? The power of these gods? Or is it a priesthood? ”

This speculation is not unreasonable, he has not forgotten why he came in - to accept the bloodline inheritance and step into the ring level.

And the various races that he saw one after another on this "road" that had little to do with the church made him even more thoughtful.

"The Lord of Thorns has stored everything, or rather everything he can see, in Heaven, and then made this inheritance promotion system?"

"This kind of storage includes...... God? ”

"What is the so-called Lord of Thorns? Creator? ”

As she pondered, Charles felt as if she had touched a real part of the world.

However, if it is really the so-called creator, then the speculation just now is a little uncertain.

"Did these gods ever exist, or were they created by the Lord of Thorns to be inherited?"

Charles felt that the first guess should be plausible, firstly because it was in line with his current situation, and secondly, because the current shape of the objects was full of classical style.

If it was really created, then it should be more "fashionable". After all, the current era is very different from the Middle Ages.

You don't see the summoned angel still fiddling with the camera. So the boss among them should be more "up to date", right?

The god of steam and industry, the god of gears or something......

After a moment's silence, Charles crouched on the ground and continued to rummage.

Whatever the case may be, now that he's here, it's hard to say that he won't get anything out of it.

After all, the heavenly bloodline, special positions, or something, how can they compare to the real "priesthood"?

However, as one object after another was shifted to the side, his brow furrowed.

The objects, as tempting as they looked, were pretty much the same no matter which one he picked up—no response.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer untouched, and that he still had nothing, Charles was a little worried.

But that seems to be to be expected.

If it was really according to his first guess, then his foreign "god" had never appeared in the Acavia continent at all, and it was impossible for him to leave anything for him to inherit.

Now it turns out that the Seven Gods have no way to gain recognition from other gods.

"It's okay now, Li Kui has become a ghost ...... Li"

Touching everything and no surprise, there was no special reaction at all, and Charles sighed and stood up.

Just as he was wondering if he should leave here and find another option, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a faint mural on the left-hand wall.

Hidden in cobwebweb dust, the mural looms as it seems, with a river meandering in a plain with clouds and lightning and thunder in the sky.

In general, the mural doesn't really look so realistic, but rather rudimentary.

The True Eye also suggests that this is just an ordinary mural. However, for some reason, when Charles looked at it, his forehead suddenly felt a little hot.

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In the sunlit hall, the slender bishop quietly looked at the young man half-kneeling in front of her, her eyes deep and her expression solemn.

She may be thinking, and while she was quietly looking, a pair of white wings subconsciously stretched gently, bringing a gust of breeze, slightly blowing the pages of a book on a chair not far away.

The sound insulation here is very strong, and all the noise outside cannot be transmitted here, so at this moment, except for the trivial sound of the wings, there is only the sound of the two of them subconsciously breathing.

At the moment, the young man seemed to be experiencing something, and his whole body slowly bloomed with a faint brilliance, and at the beginning, the light was black and purple,

It then gradually turns into a rich rosy color.

Since then, the colors have changed, white, pink, cyan, green, and now, gold.

It's a satisfying color, and it's to be expected. The corners of the bishop's mouth lifted into a touching smile.

"Let me see who you are."

Muttering softly, her pale blue eyes stared at Charles without blinking, but after a long time, the golden light on the other party's body still did not change. It even seems to be getting darker.

The bishop frowned slightly.

"Evil gods?"

Just when her face was a little cloudy, the golden light on the person at her feet suddenly brightened.

It was like a slowly stopped carriage that accelerated suddenly, which caught her off guard, but she immediately reflected it, and with a blow of her white wings, a large amount of cyan wind suddenly rose from the floor around her, whimpering, and quickly forming a tornado, and in the blink of an eye, she tightly surrounded Charles.

She struck very quickly and in time, because at the moment when she was surrounded, the light on the young man's body suddenly burst out, forming a golden pillar of light, which suddenly pierced the sky dome, and pierced through the church along the transparent glazed skylight, shooting straight into the sky!

The majestic murmur came ethereally, as if some god in the depths of the world was solemnly telling something, but what it was unreal.

And as the pillar of light erupted, the wind also rose at the same time, piercing the skylight between rotations, pulling high, pulling high, pulling higher!

The tornado crushed, everything around them turned uncontrollably, and under the whirring wind, the oil paintings on the walls staggered, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of special materials creaked as a result, which seemed to be unbearable.

Furious whimpering and muffled surging of air filled the hall, and countless white secret texts spun rapidly in the cyan tornado, flickering up and down, so fast that they looked like white hazy shadows hidden inside the tornado.

Under the blockade of this heavenly tornado, the golden pillar of light, which should have been quite powerful, did not appear after it exploded.

It will only be treated as if the spell is out of control, and no one will find out the truth!

The bishop was relieved by this.

She had expected this kind of scene, so the spell had been prepared in advance, only because the timing of the spell needed to be strictly controlled, so she almost missed it.

Then she began to observe intently.

The outbreak of the tornado did not seem to have any effect on the young man in the wind, and under the protection of the golden light, he did not even flutter a single strand of his hair. However, the pure gold-like pillar of light seemed to be only a short-lived appearance, and after it exploded to its peak, it gradually converged, and finally completely integrated into the young man's body.

Under the control of the bishop, the violent wind slowly subsided as a result.

The wind was suppressed, and all kinds of objects blown up by the wind lost their buoyancy and crackled and scattered all over the ground, and under the endless clanging sound, the other party slowly opened his eyes.

The light flickered, and everything around seemed to brighten up as the young man opened his eyes.

However, this situation only lasted for a moment before it dissipated. The heroine stared intently, and just met the other party's eyes, which had turned golden!

Shiny and noble, those golden eyes are very conspicuous, and they look full of majesty and intimidation.

Feeling this violent and inhuman aura, the bishop took a deep breath, and a thorny cross flickered around her neck, and she faintly had an answer to who this person was.

The ancient sun god once looked down on all things, and once opened a great existence of a catastrophe with his own hands.

So she folded her wings as a sign of humility, took a step back, and bowed respectfully to it.

"Hello, Your Majesty Asdemaz."