"Forty-six chapters of the soul suppression!"

The engraving flickered, and the power of the First Servant poured into Birmingham's body, unlike several other mortal servants, Adam the Soul Suppressor was a mortal who had lived for thousands of years, an ordinary commoner, with no illustrious background, no powerful force, and even the experience of becoming a Nasr Servant was just an accident.

The original soul lord Nasr just chose a civilian who had just died in order to test how to contract a servant, and as a result, the first mortal servant soul suppressor Adam was born, without supernatural strength, nor supreme talent and wisdom, such a mortal, a commoner has become a beautiful scenery in Nasr's long career.

After all, an ordinary mortal has spent his whole life striving for this goal in order to be worthy of the great title of mortal servant, and if other servants have become mortal servants for their own missions, then the life of Adam, the soul suppressor, is to be recognized by Nasr, the lord of the long river.

"The first chapter, the first birth!" Hua Zhang played, the epitome of life is all in it, and the first sword is simple and unpretentious, plain and bland.

Birmingham's sword didn't have any skill, no cumbersome steps, just a simple swing of the sword, a simple stab, the blade of the sword was covered with cold light, and the cold tore through the heavy yellow sand that swept in.

The first sword, the sword momentum has been exhausted, and the yellow sand has fallen all over the sky.

"Chapter 2, Chaoyang!" The sword momentum suddenly turned, the immature sword moves had already shown the edges and corners of the warriors, and the ordinary momentum had already brought a trace of vigor.

Birmingham drew his sword and turned around, and the second sword slashed down, and the blazing sword light poured out, and then the wrist turned, and the third and fourth swords came one after another.

"Sun, morning light!"

The three styles were combined, the sword light was cold, but the dark blue empress laughed, even though the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, it was just an insignificant speck of dust in her eyes.

Raising his hand, pressing, the void pressed the wind that led to the sky, and suddenly the wind howled, turning into a roaring beast and tearing apart the three swords that fell from Birmingham.

"Fluorescence, cold wind!" At this point in the life of the soul calmer, his eyes have been opened, and he knows that he is like a faint fluorescence that cannot illuminate the whole sky at all, but the cold wind is howling, his will is shaken, and the road in his heart stops again.

The sword hung down silently, and the man no longer moved forward, as if the glimmer of light in his heart had been extinguished.

"Give up, stupid mortal!" the Deep Blue Empress disdained, but the Wind Beast swooped down on Birmingham standing there.

"Blazing Heart!"

The head was raised suddenly, the sword was quickly pulled out, the suppressed qi suddenly changed, the decline changed to an offensive, despair became courage, and when the courage was ignited, twenty-four sword lights slashed out instantly, and twenty-four streamers galloped away.

Twenty-four years, twenty-four chapters, it took twenty-four years for Adam the Soul Suppressor to get out of inferiority and despair, and the dusty sword came out of the sheath again, which was incomparably powerful.

The surging wind beast was torn to pieces in an instant, and the howling cold wind also let out a frightened whimper at this moment, and the dark blue queen's eyes finally showed a trace of incomprehension, step by step, she watched the mortal in her eyes become stronger step by step, from the inconspicuous sword at the beginning, to the sword comparable to the epic now, this mortal completed the journey of a mortal to the peak in only half a quarter of an hour, and this is far from over.

Thirty chapters are played, and half of his life has passed, and the ordinary boy has become a high-level warrior that the world looks up to, and his ordinary life has been compiled into a moving ballad by the bard and circulated everywhere.

For the first time, Adam, the Confident Soul Calmer, asked Nasr, the Lord of the River, if he was qualified to stand beside the Lord of the River at this moment.

"Strength is not just strength, my servant. Nasr's negative answer caused Adam the Soul Townsman to reflect on his thirty years of growth, and then embark on a long journey.

In the first year of his journey, the Soul Calmer challenged the then-famous Sword Saint Sophie, and failed one hundred and twenty-three attempts, and finally squeezed into the epic ranks with one victory, which lasted four years.

Birmingham's palm moved again, the awe-inspiring sword aura rose horizontally, and the ordinary sword momentum had already ascended to the epic, and in four years, a sword master was cast, and four movements of half a life were played.

The Deep Blue Empress finally stopped underestimating the opponent in front of her, these four vertical and horizontal sword qi were like four sword saints making moves at the same time, although they came with one sword, they were different, some were fast and some were slow, some were cold and some were hot, some were calm like mountains, and some were erratic and invisible.

"Kingdom of God!" Stepping into the Divine Domain, the Pure Land of the Kingdom of God had already surrounded him, and the dazzling light rose to the sky, turning into the most solid barrier to block Adam's four years.

The sword momentum was blocked, but Birmingham was not afraid at all, but instead raised his sword and galloped, and the sword blade flew out, like a long Milky Way dragging behind Birmingham.

Four years, ascending to the epic, and then six years to walk in every corner of the mortal world, the sword, no longer the symbol of the soul of Adam, these six years, the silver frost is full, the physical strength is no more, the former sword saint has entered the twilight of life.

"Chapter 40, the curtain ends!" "Dusk ended, the sword master was no more, Birmingham raised his sword and galloped, the dusk light enveloped his body, the blade of the sword began to breed rust, and the pace began to slow down gradually, every step forward, it took a lot of physical strength, but after all, a sword full of dusk still fell on the divine kingdom unfolded by the dark blue empress.

With a crisp sound, the Sword of Dusk slashed through the barrier of the Divine Kingdom, and the person holding the sword was less than a step away from the Deep Blue Empress.

"Impudent!" the wrath of the gods gushed out, and the extreme trick flew out.

The mighty divine might, the powerful coercion, and the dazzling holy light all turned into flying gun shadows, tearing through time and space, disrupting the rules, Birmingham's body began to distort, and his spirit began to collapse, and the spear of light was like a sharp blade cutting Birmingham's soul and destroying his will.

Forty chapters have come to an end, and the life of Adam the Soul Suppressor has also come to an end.

"My Lord, have you ever heard the music I have played for you?" said the dying Adam to the Lord of the Long River, who had come to greet him into the cycle of samsara.

"Very moving track, my servant. Nasr replied softly.

"If the great Lord doesn't mind, can you name my music?" said Adam, propping up his rotten body, his yellow eyes shining with anticipation and unease.

"How about the forty-six chapters?"

"Forty-six, Great Lord, my music is only forty years old. The Soul Suppressor was puzzled.

"You are the starting point, you are the courage, and the next six chapters are perseverance, nobility, faith, protection, freedom and glory!"

Fragments of memories poured into Birmingham's mind, and the last words of the lantern man turned into infinite power, and suddenly, Birmingham felt a weight on his shoulders, and subconsciously turned his head, seeing the unsmiling face of the paladin Walding, the proud expression of the Red Dragon King, the bright smile of Lyra the Wind Blaster, and the kind gaze of Adam the Soul Calmer.

The hand holding the sword was covered by the other, and a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ancestors. Birmingham muttered to himself, responding to his warm smile, the spear of ten thousand rays of light in front of him seemed to dissipate in an instant, and the enemies in front of him seemed to have disappeared, and some were only the marks of the past battles turned into reliable partners.

"Hold on, mortal!" the Red Dragon King shouted in the sky in the form of a soaring dragon.

"Hold on, boy!" Paladin Waldin stood in front of him with a dazzling light.

"Hold on, boy!" said Lyra the Wind with a smile, her sword unsheathed.

"Hang it out, Birmingham, my pride. Richard clasped Birmingham's hand and gave his final blessing to his last heir.

Hold on, my servant, this is my last gift to you, not the soul seal, but the power of the second servant, never give up, never stop, its name is persistence!

"Of course, I'm Birmingham, the seventh servant, the man of glory!"

Shouting his real name, the down-and-out aristocrat Birmingham takes the last step, and now the glory shines and the soul lives on!