However, the responsibility on his shoulders made him sober up, put aside this unrealistic thought, resolutely let go of the emotions that had just been rekindled, and embarked on the road of seeking strength again.

Constantine did not regret it, because it was a fate of his own choosing.

But, at this moment, standing on the altar, Constantine was shaken.

Because the fate that is coming is not what he needs to bear as an ordinary human being, he is just swept up in the torrent of fate that belongs to that lost ancient race.

He was just an ordinary teenager with his own wishes and intentions, to fulfill his father's last wish, to make life better for the people of Azero, and nothing more.

These are all within his ability, and they are also things that he can consider as an ordinary person, no matter how difficult it is, it is still within the realm of the world after all.

As for the Lord of Radiance, the Heavenly Canopy Dragon Temple, the Ancient Protoss, and the World Tree?

I'm sorry, but Constantine never felt that he had any obligation or responsibility to pay attention to such grandiose and nihilistic bullshit terms.

Is it necessary to dedicate one's life to face countless powerful enemies outside the world for the sake of something that has never been seen before, an ethereal mission?

Constantine sighed, and then countless images flashed in his eyes......

He remembered what his mother had said to him that bloody night.

He remembered the Heavenly Gate that appeared over Winterfell, his father who died on the long street, the people who died that night, the back of his mother's resolute disappearance in the night sky...

He remembered that at the martial arts conference, the light of judgment fell mercilessly, burning his soul mercilessly......

On the altar, Constantine faced the sea, his expression calm, "Senior, those beings who let Faust fall must be very powerful, right?"

"Your ancestor is the strongest magician I have ever seen in my life, and in my eyes, his power has completely surpassed the concept of a human being. ”

"At his peak, Faust even went deep into the Endless Demon Abyss alone, fighting undefeated opponents at the Demon King level, and in my opinion, his star magic has completely transcended the boundaries of magic, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a miracle. Flender said in a tone of non-doubt.

Flender said slowly, "For more than a thousand years, I have also thought that since no mortal can defeat the god-like Faust, then the only thing that can make him fall is..."

The old elf king did not say any more.

Constantine would not have too many verbal scruples like Flender, who was born in the Middle Ages, and said lightly: "Only another god can defeat God, just as only the Holy Land can defeat the Holy Land, and the Magister can defeat the Magister, this is a very obvious truth." ”

"The gods who exist in this plane are not the only ones you believe in as the Lord of Light. ”

Flender looked at Constantine and said, his expression serious and solemn, "I have read many texts of the elven race, and there are many indications that some terrible beings from the age of the ancient gods have not died out, but are still active in the plane we are in. ”

"I don't know what your ancestor's race went through in ancient times, but it's not impossible if those terrifying beings that survive to this day attack him. Flender gave Constantine a deep look.

Constantine understood the old elven king's words, and he frowned.

What really happened in antiquity, and why did that ancient and powerful race in which the ancestors belonged die out?

How did the great being who passed on his real name fall?

There are too many puzzles for him to solve.

But that's all for later.

Constantine raised his head and looked up at the dreamy nebula in the sky, the traces left by the strongest mage under the stars a thousand years ago.

That man ended up being the starry sky above his head.

"I accept. Constantine said lightly.

This concise sentence already indicates the attitude of Constantine.

Flender stared at Constantine with a deep gaze, "Have you really thought about it? Once you take out that thing under the altar, you will no longer be human, and you will become the same as Faust back then, waiting for your fate, there is only one, this is a very heavy shackle." ”

"The stars never fall, because they always follow a fixed trajectory, and it is this seemingly bound fate that makes them brilliant and permanent in the eyes of ordinary beings. ”

Constantine's robes hunted in the sea breeze, "If human beings want to transcend the starry sky, they must first transcend themselves, if they can't even endure this kind of restraint, how can they witness the stars and the sea?"

"Even if it ends up like Faust, maybe the soul will be destroyed by it?" Flender frowned.

"That was a long time later, wasn't it?" said Constantine, "and I suddenly remembered a fairy tale I heard a long time ago. ”

Flender listened quietly.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, there was a young man named Arthur, who drew a divine sword from a stone under the guidance of a great wizard, and thus became the king of that kingdom, and led his thirteen knights of the round table to create an immortal legend. ”

But King Arthur's end was not good, he died at the hands of the rebellious Knights of the Round Table, and this tragic end for the king, from the day he drew the sword, the wizard had clearly told him, when he still pulled out the sword in the stone without hesitation. ”

"Because he was already the only and the last person who could draw that sword. Constantine said softly.

Flender sighed heavily.

Constantine said, "Besides, I can't wait, I need to get enough strength as soon as possible." ”

"Since the opponent is a god, then why should I be a human being?" The young man's pupils seemed to have a flame burning.

Constantine opened his arms and closed his eyes, as if to take the starry sky and the sea in front of him.

One, two, three, four...... Countless magnificent azure stars happily swam around the boy, exuding a mysterious light, echoing the nebulae in the sky.

Countless tiny symbols floated among the stars, forming his real name [Odin].

The altar beneath his feet shook violently.

......

At this moment, in that magnificent and beautiful crystal hall, Siegfried and Roland each held their long swords, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

"There's a lot of magic here. Siegfried looked around and moved his nose, "I smell some natural magic, it's really allergenic. ”

Roland looked at the beautiful frescoes around him, "Could it be that this is the Faust Mausoleum that Constantine said?"

"Huh, what are you talking about, are you and that kid Constantine here here to rob the tomb?" Siegfried raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to this strange brain circuit, and quickly scanned the murals and words in the crystal hall.

This is the ancient elven text, looking through the knowledge in memory, the paladin made a judgment.

At this moment, a violent vibration poured out from the depths of the main hall, and a huge and incomparable energy swept through Roland's perception, stealing his attention.

The soul contract in his mind suddenly released familiar spiritual fluctuations,

Roland immediately realized something, "Constantine is in this hall, there can be no mistake." ”

Roland quickly frowned, "However, he seems to be in a special space, I can feel his spiritual imprint, but I can't feel his magic power. ”

Siegfried looked up at the door at the end of the hall, his expression uncertain: "That kid, what is he doing there?"

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