The Chosen One.

Only the true and true Chosen One can become the Chosen One, that is the ultimate awakening of the ancestors left in the mortal bloodline, born to be the darling of the order world, even in the era of the supreme kings, the Chosen One is also qualified to follow behind the royal banner, and the invincible king of the world is on the round table, discussing politics, inspecting the four fields, and suppressing the chaotic demons that are about to move on the border of order.

But now that the crown of the kings has been eclipsed, many city-states have been divided and blocked by the deepest night, and the glorious ones who have inherited the blood of their ancestors are fighting separately, perhaps because of the blockage of news, or perhaps because of the deliberate control of those with hearts, the chosen one has become a legend circulating in the circle of the glorious, a legend that most people dream of, but no one will take it seriously - at least, in the hundreds of years of history of Hemtika, no one has ever awakened the deepest power in the bloodline of order and become the true chosen one.

And now...... Want to become stronger with the Chosen One?

Amy couldn't help but be silent.

"What, are you scared?" the Order's Grand Sword Bearer noticed the young man's frowning brow, and couldn't help but chuckle slightly self-deprecatingly, "If you just cringe like this, then controlling your own destiny will only be an empty phrase after all—you should have seen that even a great sword-wielder like me, who seems to be high, is actually just an insignificant ant in the face of an ethereal and unpredictable fate, and I don't need to be deliberately targeted, just need to arrange a coincidence, and with a press like this, I will become this ghost." ”

He smiled wryly.

He's dying—

Originally, in his capacity, there would have been a solemn funeral, and even the Patriarch of the city of Helmtica would have put aside his affairs and attend his funeral.

But he refused.

Death is not terrible, it is terrible to die in such a wretched way.

Who is he? He is one of the three sword-bearers of the Order stationed in Hemtika, and he is the oldest and strongest of them, even in the headquarters of the Order, he is also a well-known powerhouse—who would have thought that he would be planted in Hemtika, a seemingly inconspicuous city, and so bleakly and die under the erosion of the plague...... His body was covered with disgusting black spots, and black pus and blood flowed from the wound......

He didn't want to be seen by anyone.

Anyone.

But maybe it's fate, he thought he could die quietly and for a long time, but he actually met a guy with the ability to bring the dead back to life, although he hated the glory the most, although his death was still a little involved with him, but after all, he was a person who could speak, and he could make him less lonely, not so desolate to die in the morgue, in the shadow of the light of the Tower of Supreme.

Until now, he knew that he was afraid of death.

I knew that I would not be alone after making a strong decision, leaving a chic back for my juniors - when there is no one in the silence, he sometimes regrets it like this, but it is just a thought, if time is really turned back, if the world really has ifs, he will also follow the established destiny, continue to move forward, and die without regrets.

Unstoppable, unavoidable.

Fate, it's such a terrible thing.

And now, this little guy who doesn't know the height of the sky is asking him how he can be so strong that he can choke the throat of fate? What are you kidding, how can he instruct others when he has not done it himself, relying solely on the accumulation of strength can never break through the shackles of fate on everyone, and if he wants to hold fate in his heart, even the Chosen One who claims to be the strongest in the mortal world cannot do it.

But at least there's a chance.

After all...... The Crown...... It really broke through the shackles imposed on the body by the blood and created history.

But how could a mere glorious person be compared to that crowned majesty, after telling him the bottom line of the power to control his own destiny, he carefully observed the changes in the expression of the young man in front of him, and after noticing the sadness on his face, he couldn't help laughing - yes, even he couldn't face the fate that was coming, let alone a glorious person who had never experienced the difficulties of the world?

However, his bitter smile froze on his face in the next moment.

Just because the boy asked:

"But how do you become the Chosen One?"

"There is no need to ask me this kind of question," the old man raised his eyebrows, "There should be a way for your family to leave and temper the bloodline, as long as you repeat and repeat according to the above record, and then break through the shackles of the bloodline with your own will, and ignite the dormant flame in your body, you can become the Chosen One." ”

Although it is simple to say, it is not simple to do in practice - tempering the bloodline is just a work of strength, but relying on one's own will to break through the limit of oneself is not something that can be done by words, even one person in a thousand people can do it is quite a great probability, and these thousand people must be pure blood, rich bloodline glorious people, otherwise the base will not be able to expand ten times and a hundred times.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the difficulty of breaking through that the Chosen One is the strongest in the mortal world.

High Demons, Great Sword Bearers, Dark Lords, and Chosen Ones - the peak powerhouses of these four different forces are often put into the same gear by the good deeds, but in fact, regardless of individual differences, in general, the high demons are at the bottom of this level, the big sword bearers are slightly higher, and the Dark Lords are stronger at the next level, and in the end, the strongest is also the least, and they are the Chosen One at the top of the Glory.

Only they have the qualifications to run amok in the territory of order.

"Wait, are all the Glory Families having it?" Amy was a little distracted, he had the impression that the irresponsible parents had never mentioned the method of tempering the bloodline, and he had never seen his sister Yulia train the Glory Descendants requirement, as if they had given up on raising their children to be qualified Glory Bearers, "Is it possible that there are regional differences, we don't seem to have heard much of this kind of method on our side." ”

"If you think that in Hemtika, which has always been free from disasters, the pretentious Glory can still break the legacy of their ancestors, then I didn't say it. ”

The old man shrugged.

"You're right. Amy couldn't refute this at all, in the history of Hemtika in the past thousand years, there had never been a large-scale upheaval, even if the conflict arose during contact with the Order, the intensity was not enough to sever the inheritance of the Glorious Family, and it was a few of the few branches that lost the method of tempering the bloodline due to various accidents, "It seems that I am one of the unlucky ones who have broken off the inheritance." ”

"Then I can't help it. The old man spread his hands, "The ability system of the sword-wielder is quite different from that of the Glory, and the help I can provide in this regard is very limited. ”

"No, I'm very grateful for your direction. The young Glory One shook his head, "If you can't even find your way, you can't move forward at all—you have at least given me hope, no matter what." ”

"Hope?" said the Order's Grand Sword Bearer smirked.

It is really fearless for the ignorant - even if they have the method of tempering their bloodline, it is difficult to give birth to a Chosen One among a thousand glorious ones, and even if they become the Chosen One, they still cannot be free in the vast general trend, and only by going one step further like the crown can they be qualified to choose their own path and influence their own destiny in the vast river of destiny - and that is almost impossible.

For thousands of years, the entire territory of the order has been constantly changing, and there is only one person who is qualified to be called the crown.

Listen to heaven in the body of a mortal—

He is a well-deserved legend and deservedly the strongest.

His name is ......

"By the way, Your Excellency the Great Sword Wielder, can you tell me about the Order?" the young man's voice interrupted the old man's thoughts, "I am still very interested in the Order, and I have consulted Mr. Franks about some information before, but due to the limited time, many things are unclear. ”

"What do you want to know?" the old man did not have much resistance to the sermon.

"History. ”

Amy is curious about how the Order came to be, and how it mastered advanced technology that was ahead of its time and grew to the point where it is today, as it is said to be located in most of the cities of the Night, and whose headquarters are located in the darkness beyond the confines of the Tinder.

"The history of the Order? The Order's Grand Sword Bearer subconsciously reached out and stroked his beard, but unfortunately he touched the void, "The inheritance of thousands of years of glory, how can it be said clearly in this time and a half?If you are really interested in this, you might as well go to the Department of Economics and History—what I can tell you now is very limited, after all, ...... I don't have much time left. ”

"The Order is the Order of the Lord, acting on behalf of the will of the All-Knowing and All-Powerful Lord, and was established to guide the sinful beings of this world back to the milk and honey of Canaan. The old man looked into the distance with a slight distraction, and in a trance he seemed to see the light of order shining through, there was no fighting, no fighting, everyone was like brothers and sisters, and his voice became low and magnetic unconsciously, "It was founded at the end of the age of kings, maybe earlier, maybe later, but it was probably this period. ”

"At first, it was just a prototype, just a very ordinary secret society, but under the guidance of His Majesty, the Order gradually grew, and the gift from the Supreme Lord gave ordinary people extraordinary powers, and in the process of opening up the deep night, new technologies were constantly discovered. Although there are many pioneers who sacrificed on this pioneering road, the blood and sweat shed by all people are worth it, because it is thanks to their dedication and sacrifice that we can stand on the earth with dignity, little by little to recover the territory of order that has been ravaged and eaten away by darkness, and a little bit to conquer the deep night. ”

"Really...... It's great. The young Glory Man said from the bottom of his heart that the first batch of Glory Men must be like the founders of the Order, not afraid of hard work, not afraid of sacrifice, and use their blood and lives to pave a way for future generations, but unfortunately, with the turn of time, everything has long been gone.

"yes. The Order's Grand Sword Bearer muttered slightly, then closed his eyes, "May the Lord have mercy." ”

- May the Lord have mercy. ”

After a brief silence, the young man said, and gently covered the old man with pure white gauze.