As a child who grew up in the mountains of St. Boren, Jonah did not know how to swim, and before being brought into the astrological tower of the Red Plain by Mr. Koshava, he followed his mother's admonition and did not once go to the river not far from his home to play in the water.

The light at the bottom of the lake was dim, and the clumps of aquatic plants on the surface of the broken Buddha statue fluttered in front of you, and a frightened swimming fish sprang out of the darkness and disappeared without a trace after two tail swings. The staff of Hila Filna and the belt of Edinmont exuded pulsations of joy, urging Jonah to continue like an anxious child, and the 17-year-old spat out a bubble and drilled under the arm of the Great Buddha at the bottom of the lake, swam a few yards diagonally downward, and a swarthy cave appeared in front of him. The cave was under the belly of the Buddha statue, and it would not be possible to find this hidden entrance unless he approached it at a certain angle, Jonah did not hesitate, and paddled into the cave with both hands, knowing that there was no danger ahead, because he also felt the surging power of the gods' inscriptions at this time.

"Poof!" the astrologer emerged from the water, greedily breathing in the not-so-fresh air. It was a narrow hemispherical space, with precious air blocking the lake, and Jonah shook the water from his head, and he was now in the belly of the great Buddha. Although the Buddha statue was destroyed by the pagans, the body sunk at the bottom of the lake was still intact, and he had just drilled in from the navel of the Buddha statue, but he didn't expect that there was such a hidden space in the body of the Buddha.

There is no sunlight here, but visibility is good, and the weapons standing in front illuminate the walls with a strange light. “...... Black light?" Jonah crawled out of the pool, looking around in amazement. The light emitted by this weapon was black,—— how could the light be black? The astrologer looked down at his fingers, and even his fingerprints were clearly recognizable. It's a very bizarre feeling, with a dark black light as deep as night filling the room, "illuminating" the entire dark space.

The next sensation is heat. The temperature-controlled star array on his belt kept most of the heat out, and even then Jonah felt the heat come over him, sweating on his forehead and almost roasting his lungs with the heat he inhaled from his nostrils. He tried to communicate with Edinmont to increase the energy of the temperature-controlled star array, and although he had not yet fully mastered the function of the belt, the Mark of the Gods faithfully carried out the command, and the heat decreased, and Jonah gasped a few times before slowly approaching the weapon.

A sword.

A long sword stuck in the ground, with a slender blade, an intricately ornamented spine and a jaw inlaid with ornate gems, the sword body is wrapped around a lifelike black dragon, the black dragon has all its claws, and every scale on its body is amazingly exquisite. The dragon's tail and the sharp blade fused together, and the soaring and imposing dragon head spiraled upwards into the hilt of the sword, and the two ruby eyes shone smartly, and each tooth in the dragon's mouth could be clearly distinguished.

"What a beautiful ......" The astrologer stared blankly at the weapon,—— it was more of a beautiful work of art than a weapon, only the ancient artwork of the northern elves could compare to it, but the elves of light would not have created such a long sword that emitted an ominous black light, and there was no explanation other than "miracles".

It wasn't long before Jonah discovered another fact: the artifact was dead.

The fluctuations felt in the lake, the black glow in the room, and the hot temperature were all afterglow that remained on the surface of the sword, and Jonah did not feel a trace of life force from the weapon itself, the mark of the gods should be full of surging life energy, but the weapon in front of him was only a delicate shell, and the soul of the artifact had disappeared.

Jonah walked over and touched the blade with his fingers, the cold blade was still very sharp, but it really didn't feel any vitality, Hila Fina and Edinmont no longer vibrate, and fell silent in disappointment, the room illuminated by the black light was gradually dimming, the residual energy of the artifact was rapidly dissipating due to the outsider breaking the balance of space, the temperature decreased, and hazy rust appeared on the surface of the long sword, and in just a few minutes, the black dragon sword became rusty as if it had been a hundred years old.

"Is it true that the Mark of the Gods will also die......" Jonah stroked the hilt of his sword, a faint sadness rising in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a strange concave sensation in his fingertips, "...... Wait a minute, this shape ......" He immediately drew a simple illuminated star array on the ground, inserted the staff Silafina in the middle of the star array, and used the light of the stars to illuminate the space inside the Buddha statue.

Sure enough, on the inner side of the hilt, three inches below the dragon's head, in the middle of the black dragon's chest, there was a small gap between the tightly arranged scales, and a piece of dragon scales that had been embedded here disappeared. Jonah immediately remembered what the owner of the Anvil of White Steel weapon shop in Bactria had said: "Every dragon has a crescent-shaped scale under its neck, and that is the dragon's scale." The reverse scale is the place where the blood vessels of the dragon's heart converge, and it is also the biggest taboo on the dragon's body. And this thing in your hand is a piece of reverse scales......"

His hands trembled with nervousness, and it took the astrologer a moment to pull out a red half-moon from his wet deerskin bag, a parting gift from the ghost Bahamas, an ancient scales that had been moistened by the souls of the dying dragons and nourished by the murder of the enemy by the Asai embedded in the blood-colored dagger. Jonah didn't know if this would succeed, but it was no coincidence that there was clearly a deep connection between the Marks of the Gods who had lost their souls and lacked Scales and the Scales who had their souls.

"Click. ”

The red scales fit perfectly into the notch on the black dragon's chest, and the interface is smooth without a single gap. Jonah took two steps back, his heart pounding, staring nervously at the sword. A few minutes passed, and nothing happened, "It takes some time, doesn't it?" said the astrologer to himself, and simply sat down in the cave, pulling out the fragments of the nameless book and carefully drying them, while waiting for the moment of the artifact's resurrection.

At the same time, fierce battles continued on the fragmented artificial lake of the Mausoleum of Prince Moro. The senior cadres of the Red Brotherhood were shocked by the massive explosion caused by Jonah, "Eritan, Afansha, Bedor, go to the lake and take a look, the blood of heresy will not die so easily." The woman in the green dress thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to give instructions to the rolling lake, and then turned her head: "Chepp, you take a rest, can your arms regenerate?"

The Heavy Knight, who lost his arm in the near-death blow of "Uglyface" Richie, nodded, "It will take some time, it will be faster if the little priest can help." ”

The woman in green sighed: "It's always worrying." You can fight for breath once in a while, Mias. The five fingers of her right hand drew a mysterious symbol in the air, and with a "plop", the white-robed priest fell out of nowhere, and fell to the ground in an ugly posture, "Ahhhh

"It's been ten minutes since I saved you from death, don't talk nonsense, go help Chepp heal his arm. The woman in green ordered lightly, Mias gritted her teeth, and green veins burst out from her forehead, "...... Yes, Duchess Elazaro......" He suppressed his anger with all his might, squeezing a few words from between his teeth.

At this time, Zuta, Zha and Gaowusha had just crawled out of the lake and rested temporarily on the remaining section of the road, "He should be fine, maybe he was stunned by the explosion, I will go down to find him." Shadow Garan looked in the direction Jonah had fallen into the water, unsheathed his knife, and took off his boots to get into the water.

"The vitality of the teenager is still very strong, it doesn't matter...... You, on the other hand, have not been expelled, but for the time being, they will be fine. Venerable Gao Wusha finally let go of his right hand, and the black cobwebs on the old monk's face loomed, and he looked quite tired.

Zha propped up his body and moved his hands and feet: "Okay, it's really okay, this damn bastard can actually get the rare 'Luta Needle', which is the ancient curse of the god of fertility on our fusion group, how did he know......?"

He was relieved. Venerable Gao Wusha said leisurely.

At this time, Zuta suddenly shouted softly: "Enemy, don't let them get close to the betrayer's bloodline!"

Three enemies stepped on the surface of the artificial lake of Prince Moro's Mausoleum, and the three remaining warriors in the ghost's left hand briefly exchanged glances and locked onto their respective targets. Zuta was the first to rush out, leaping up on the broken road, landing on a stump pillar with a short figure, and staring at the enemy in the center: "This is the end of the road, no further advance." ”

"Oh?" said the warrior with his heavy twin axes on his back, standing steadily in the middle of the waves, "Is it a samurai duel? I don't mind cutting off your head first as a small pastime before slaying the blood of heretics." Hey, you know, although I don't really like the boring concept of 'samurai spirit', but as the mainstream value of society, it still has a certain value, so I will reluctantly agree to a duel with you, in fact, this is just a kind of self-hypnosis, such as silently chanting 'I am the strongest, I am ......the strongest' every day can really get a little stronger every day, this is the theory discovered by the great naturalist Raquel Rosanna, I have two books on the subject, which are very detailed......"

Shadow Garan looked at the short, muscular, bald-headed, round-eyed, chattering strange guy across from him in silence, and finally couldn't bear to speak, "I'm the Great Prajna Temple Shadow Garan Ancestral Tower. ”

"Afansha, a warrior from the Great Gobi, a senior deacon of the Brotherhood. The Twin Axe Warrior looked at each other with round eyes, "Hey, if you don't wash your neck, you'll get infected when you cut off your head." ”

On the south side of the artificial lake, a half-elf archer wearing green light armor was intercepted, and the half-elf with blond hair and pointed ears pouted slightly boringly: "I'm Auritan, who are you?"

"Boom!" three figures shot out of the lake, attacking in place of an angry Zha answer.

On the lake on the north side of the artificial lake, the purple-robed enemy introduced himself gently: "I am Beduo, a psychic from the mountains of the Far South, and I am glad to be your enemy, your name is sung in the four seas, and I am only an insignificant junior in summoning me." ”

Venerable Gao Wusha raised his flabby eyelids: "Oh. ”