"Ahem!"

Jack covered his mouth and nose in the face of the wind and sand, lest anything pour in.

Why did you suddenly blow such a strong wind?

He struggled to keep his body balanced in the wind.

Countless sands blew on Jack's body, causing him great pain.

After he came out of the dark hole, he came to a desert.

When I looked back, the hole was gone, as if it had never existed.

But Jack couldn't be shocked for long.

Because I don't know when a frenzied wind was set off.

Jack now had a hard time even moving a step.

He could only stay here and wait for the wind and sand to pass.

But the wind blew stronger and stronger, and even Jack was blown up.

His body rolls in the direction of the wind.

Jack's eyes were closed, and the only sound in his ears was the roar.

At the same time, on top of the stone seat, the students made suggestions to the teacher.

"Teacher, I am willing to carry the blood of God with my own body."

Because the blood of the gods seems to be starting to become more and more unstable.

It's constantly moving, as if echoing something.

Looking at his student's resolute face, the teacher was about to frown and shake his head.

But the student suddenly took a few steps towards the blood of the gods, and then turned back reluctantly.

"Teacher, I know you want to use the blood of the gods to remove the curse from you."

"But surely you know better than I what it will be like if you come to bear the blood of the gods."

"That's what I don't want to see."

"Now that the blood of the gods can't be brought back for research, and time waits for no one, let me be the test subject."

"You have always treated me very well, and I have nothing to repay you."

"Today I have only abandoned this body......"

The teacher's eyes widened, and he stared blankly at his student's figure as he approached the blood of the gods.

He couldn't hear what Carman was saying anymore.

Because a huge roar resounded throughout the space, setting off a frenzied wind and waves on this desert.

The student's fingers had touched the blood of God.

It seemed to resist, but was firmly held by the student.

The palms of the hands have been melted through, the flesh and blood are like a lake, and there is a faint smell of the lake.

Countless blood evaporated on the spot by the hot temperature before it could be dropped.

But the student didn't look pained, just smiled at the teacher.

Then the blood of the gods mingled with his blood.

It rushes through the veins like a torrent in the student's body.

That divine nature permeated every inch of his muscles, every cell.

Students seem to feel their strength growing rapidly.

His body seemed to wake up from a long slumber and breathe heavily.

But in the human body, to carry the blood of God.

Doomed to a terrible price.

The student's young face was crawling with wrinkles, and the hair began to turn gray from the roots.

One by one, they fell.

It was the blood of God sucking the life force of the students.

However, in the process, he can see the huge shadow on the teacher.

It was a curse from the wrath of the gods.

Curse the children who rebel against themselves.

This curse will accompany all people of Titan blood from birth.

No matter how much blood is concentrated on your body, you can't escape.

They live in the shadow of fear all day long.

I am worried that the gods will always find themselves to settle accounts.

And the teacher, a figure from a thousand years ago.

Born in a golden age on the mysterious side, even at the time it was a dazzling new star.

But because of the curse on his body, he was terrified all day long, and he couldn't cross the realm of the dawn for a long time.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the world.

In stark contrast, those children of fate continue to reap the goodwill from the world.

Promotion is like drinking water, and going out is all kinds of treasures.

Even those who suffer will one day become a blockbuster for a variety of reasons.

In the back, his teachers and most of Tianjiao, who were reduced to background boards, were stuck in the realm for various reasons.

Then one by one they were surpassed by the children of fate.

They had banded together to try to resist.

But no one is even better than a child of destiny.

"Teacher, I saw ......"

The student's voice was distorted, and every time he said a word, he suffered a great deal of pain.

Not just physically, but also from the feeling of being torn apart by the soul.

He struggled to focus on the curse his teacher was carrying.

Try to remove it and transfer it to your own.

The student can't remove the curse at all, but he can shake a thing or two.

Soon the curse that belonged to the teacher was really transferred to himself.

The teacher felt the smoothness he had never felt before, and his body trembled.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't say a word.

The student smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but his body was already completely hot.

He silently gestured to his lips and said two words.

Then bursts of golden light emanated from the cracks in the student's shattered body.

He quickly dissolved into nothing, and the little thing he had been promoted was swept into the wind and sand.

"Tick."

The blood of God fell to the ground.

It doesn't seem to have changed anything.

The curse on the teacher was removed, and it was something he had always dreamed of.

But he couldn't be happy in any way.

Another layer of darkness hung over the teacher's body.

The clouds seemed to come even lower and darker.

He looked at the blood of the gods on the stone seat, but he didn't feel the slightest attraction.

Your own business is done, and it's time to leave.

He turned around with a numb face, but met an unexpected, but reasonable figure.

The teacher suddenly seemed to know why the blood of the gods was restless.

Huh——

Is this fate?

The student did not shed tears when he died, and now, he tasted a salty taste in the corners of his mouth.

The blood of the god rolled hard, and it felt the presence of a breath that was very close to it.

"Winter!

”

It's the sound of steel colliding with stone.

Its strength was so great that a crack appeared on the surface of the stone seat.

The blood of the gods did not stop there, but melted the steel and moved on.

Then another obstacle stood in the way.

But it was the teacher who stopped it with his own body.

At this moment, Jack's head was dazzled and he got up and patted the sand on his body.

Then he greeted the person in front of him with some embarrassment.

But I found out that it was someone I was familiar with!