Chapter 59: The Legacy of the Gods

At this moment, Picasso suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the back of the piano. A warm current poured into Jean's body. The phenomenon of mental exhaustion immediately slowed down a little.

But Picasso seemed to age a little bit in an instant.

"Picasso, you ...... How can you ...... your telekinesis if you use one point less?" said Jean movingly.

"It is an honor to be able to do my best for Miss. ”

Picasso's telekinesis allowed Jean to hold out here for a while, and she didn't say much and ran towards the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage is a large square space. There are no candles in the space, but it is brightly lit because the entire roof of the shed is inlaid with fluorite that emits light.

The floor is covered with thick gold bricks, and the whole room is reflected in the reflection of the gold bricks.

In the middle of the entire space, there is a one-meter-high platform, on which a dark gold box shines.

Inside the box is the purpose of Jean's trip, the family's most important treasure, and one of the legacies of the godsβ€”the eternal death of the Heroic Spirit.

This is a treasure that the Qin family has guarded for generations, not only a treasure, but also a powerful weapon.

As long as Jean gets it, she has the confidence to defeat the night stalker.

"That's it. Miss Jean, go ahead. ”

"Thank you, Picasso. Jean stepped forward quickly and took a deep breath.

Just as Jean approached the platform, a golden angel phantom suddenly appeared behind the platform. He wore a hood and heavy armor, and was suspended in mid-air. The wings on the back are like smoke and mist, fluttering and flowing.

At this time, he put his sword on the ground, and asked majestically, "Stop!

"The fifteenth generation of the Nord family, the pride of ice and snow, Qin @Nord. ”

"Sure enough, it's you, little lord. The archangel raised his head and showed a smiling face under the hood.

"It's you, Michael, how could it be ......?"

Michael is a pure telekinetic body created by Jean's father with telekinesis, and for some special reason he has a soul and becomes an individual with an independent personality.

"It was the master of the family who left me here when he died, and I will guard this heroic spirit until you come. ”

"My father ......"

"He couldn't trust you until he died, which is why I have been here for so long...... Are you going to use Immortal Immortal now?"

"Yes, I'm going to ...... now"

"I'm sorry, Lord Lord, I can't let you take it away now. Michael pressed his hand on the dark gold box.

"Why!"

"This is what the head of the family means, because of your special circumstances, your decision today may lead you to an extremely difficult path. So, the head of the family has entrusted me with identifying an important question with you, so as to determine whether you are ready or not, and you must think clearly before answering. ”

"What's the problem?"

"What are you fighting for?"

Qin was silent, from the demise of her family to her flight overseas, Qin had experienced too many things in the past year, as an ordinary person with no ability to read, she had participated in countless battles and accomplished many impossible feats. She has been fighting, just to survive, but not just to survive, there is an inexplicable power in her heart that has been supporting her, but she has been ignoring this.

Is it for survival, for honor, for wealth and kingship, or for God?

She thought of the people who died when her family collapsed, of her unjust father, of Agas, of Roland, Carl, Kevin, and finally of Snowmarks.

The hidden power in my heart gradually became clear.

She slowly raised her head and said:

"Along the way, I was so exhausted in my struggle to survive that I almost forgot, forgot my father's teachings, thank you, Michael, for reminding me of what I was fighting for, of the original faith in my heart. I'm not a knight, but I have a knight's heart. I know that it will be very difficult for me to make this choice as an ordinary person, but I believe that even an ordinary person can perform extraordinary feats! As human beings, sometimes fate chooses us, not our fate. I want to avenge the wrongs of my family and my father, I want to dispel the darkness and regain the light! If there is one thing that I must fight for, it must be the thing that the world owes me - justice!"

Jean's slightly childish face was full of determination.

Michael looked at the piano with fluttering wings and a smile on his face.

"You've grown up, little lord. His figure faded into obscurity. "Remember this belief in your heart at this moment, mortals dare not expect righteousness, and because they are afraid to spurn their faith, or even take it for granted, you must not do so. Remember, without this faith, you will end up in the second class, and if you want to be holy, you must have a mind in your heart......"

Michael stretched out his finger and put it on Jean's forehead.

It was a common gesture for her father, who tapped his forehead like this before each expedition.

At that moment, it was as if my father had communicated with him in heaven. Jean couldn't hold back her tears.

"Michael, can you help me?"

"I'm sorry, Lord of the County, I can't leave here, and I won't be there from this day forward. With the Heroic Spirit Passing Away, you should be invincible, and even without my help, you can defeat powerful enemies. ”

"I will miss you, Michael. ”

"I am always with you. ”

The figure of the archangel Michael gradually disappeared, and the box made a soft noise, opening a crack.

Archangel Michael is the last guard of the box, and he is the remnant of Jean's powerful telekinesis left by Jean's father Genenord before his death, and anyone other than Jean will be killed immediately if they open the box. And the circle on the table will be activated immediately, and the box will be immediately moved to another place.

If Jean is not strong-willed and has no faith, Michael may not let her open the box.

Jean walked over quickly and opened the box.

The much-anticipated Cotai Dasheng did not appear.

At that moment, there was a chill all over Qin's body, and the mental entity stabilized by Picasso was almost about to collapse again.

Picasso noticed the strangeness of the piano, and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"In the box...... is empty. ”

"What!?"

Picasso hurried forward, fumbling in surprise with the corners of the box.

No mezzanine, no dark compartments.

The box was empty.

The Immortal Soul has been stolen.

The layers of iron gates seem to be useless, the kings are useless to guard, and the legacy of the gods has been stolen under the protection of such an iron wall?

"Damn it, old slave!" Picasso almost collapsed, "this...... How is this possible? The seal of the iron door can only be opened once. No one has ever entered the first iron gate......"