Chapter Seventy-Five: The Sorrow of Losing the Mother World
In the cracks of Shadow Purgatory.
Burning every second at every moment, endless Shadow Flame.
The air was also filled with the corrosive power of shadows.
Even the Shadow Clan, who were born close to the power of the Shadows, struggled in such a hostile environment.
After the catastrophe of the annihilation of the clan, tens of thousands of clansmen hid in the cracks to survive.
However, a long time passed.
The Shadow Clan's population, instead of recovering, has decreased dramatically.
Today, the population of the whole race is less than 1,000.
Even if you count the Divine Callers who wander on the battlefield of Divine Summoning.
The population is just over four digits.
On a relatively safe 'reef' where the ShadowClan gathered.
Omo, the elder of the Shadow Clan, is presiding over an extremely important ceremony in the presence of the entire clan.
Journey ritual.
Speaking of which, there is this ceremony.
Thanks to Chen Luo's killing of the Fallen Scar, the Shadow Clan, who lost their mother world and became a wandering race, vacated one of the already small number of wandering Summoners.
This ceremony was to see off the summoned man who had entered the battlefield.
Ahead of Omo.
A tall, charred clansman.
The breath of the body is like dry wood that is burning, giving people a feeling of hot and ferocious.
According to the lifespan of the Shadow Clan, this chosen Clan is the strongest of the clan.
It's in the prime of life.
All indicators are the strongest.
No surprises.
As long as it enters the battlefield, it can have the strength of the twentieth level of Divine Summoning.
If the Shadow Clan's home world is still there, he will be sent to the initial place controlled by the Shadow Clan, further grow and become stronger in a relatively safe environment, and after receiving the gifts of various divine summons for the 'newborn', he will finally enter the vast and bloody high-level battlefield to fight and conquer.
But nowβ
Without the mother world, there would be no various assessment rewards, let alone a safe starting place.
It will be sent directly into the bloody and brutal high-level battlefield.
This is the sorrow of the wandering people.
"Sarah, you remember!"
"You are the seed of the ShadowClan, and the hope of the ShadowClan's future!"
"In the middle of the battlefield, you must not fight to the death until you have to, and only by staying alive can you seek a way out for the Shadow Clan."
"The Scar is dead, and you must inherit its will!"
Omo said in a low voice, and under the gaze of his people, he took out a bronze token, and then shouted:
"See Sara off!"
The surrounding Shadow Clan also sang along with Omo.
The token blooms.
The next moment.
There is a divine summoning power to appear, and a courtyard is condensed.
Sarah's body flickered with a dark light, showing the excitement in her heart, and she stepped in without hesitation.
The courtyard is gone.
The clansmen of the Shadow Clan opened the live light curtain one after another.
Since the death of the Fall.
The total number of Shadow Clan live broadcast rooms is only 67, and at this time it has become 68.
Elder Omo, this shadow powerhouse who has personally experienced the glorious era of the Shadow Clan, and the destruction of the Shadow Clan.
The mood was suddenly complicated and inexplicable.
The Shadow Clan, which was once powerful enough to conquer many worlds, can only rely on less than a hundred wandering Summoners to rise again.
God summons wanderers who are in danger on the battlefield and have no support from the mother world.
Not to mention being strong, even survival is difficult.
Nine deaths and all life are praises.
Exactly.
The best depraved scar among the Wandering Summoners will be seen as hope by the Shadows.
And that's exactly what happened.
After Fallen Scar was killed by Chen Luo, the Shadow Clan would react so violently.
End of the ceremony.
The figure of Elder Omo vanished.
Reappears, already in the Treasury of Shadows.
This treasure trove.
It's the last of the ShadowClans.
There are a large number of high-level equipment, props, and resources stored in it.
It just reflects the saying 'a skinny camel is bigger than a horse'.
However, in today's decline of the race, there is no place for the empty treasury, which is so sad and desolate.
The vast majority of the clansmen are simply unable to use these high-grade items.
In this treasure trove of shadows.
They're just nice decorations.
Omo walked down the corridor to the stone platform where the Shadow Heart Fragments were kept, and a pair of ghostly eyes shimmered with coldness.
Shadow Heart Shard, (32/100)γ
Reach out and point to the shard.
The fragments dissolve into a nether curtain, quickly combined into three combined images.
The first part, the ruined city.
Part II, Shadow Purgatory.
The third part, the collapse of the temple.
Each section also has the number of fragments that represent its Shadow Heart.
65%οΌ32%οΌ3%γ
Omo stared at the overlap between the first and second parts.
Looking at the more and more blurred ink entanglement, the increasingly non-existent boundary of estrangement, the cold voice of the dark sky slowly came out of its mouth:
"It's coming, it's coming."
"It's almost enough to use the holy relics to lock the coordinates of the new world of the battlefield!"
"The hidden power of God's calling is not only the cradle, but also the new life of our race!"
"The death of the fallen scar may be fate!"
The screen turns.
In the dungeon square of the horror subway station, Chen Luo, who was already sleeping lightly, opened his eyes suddenly.
A palpitation lingers for a long time.
He was short of breath and sweaty on his forehead.
"What's going on?"
"Why do you feel flustered?"
Chen Luo calmed his breathing.
Sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and there were no monsters, and no other Divine Summoners appeared.
By his side.
Liu Heng and Dong Guohao, who had slept soundly all night, have not woken up yet.
Be all abroad.
He shook his head, clearing the chaos out of his head.
With a thought, open the auxiliary panel.
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Chen Luo, Divine Calling Level: 13 (Divine Calling Energy: 432840/1500000)
Title: Chosen Son (10 times increase in the proportion of Divine Summoning Energy Points, no time limit)
Natal Talent: 'Heavenly Official Blessing' (SSS Rank)
Blessing Talents: 'Shadow Apostle' (S Rank) 'Flame Burner' (A Rank)
Skill: Flame Slash (Grade A)
Equip:
Shadow Blade (1 Star Master), Shadow Armor (Gold 2 Star Intact)
Shadow Thorn Boots (Gold 2 Star Intact), Shadow Ring (Gold 2 Star Fine)
*Shadow Set: Increases the combat power of the equipment by 50% and the special attributes of the equipment by 30%*
Combat power evaluation: 642 stars (360+(188*1.5))
Inventoryβ
Special Items:
Talent Plunder Chance x1, A Quest General Pass x2, 'Initial Land' Special Dungeon Locator*2
Divine Summoning Equipment:
Slime Claw (Silver 2 Star Intact)...... Tiger Head Armor (Bronze 9 Star Intact)......
Summoning Items:
B-Rank Skill Card*1, Divine Summoning Energy Card*4, Rage Flask (Gold)......
Shadow Heart Shards (65/100)*
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"It's a pity that the horror subway station exists purely for leveling, and there is no boss."
"Didn't get anything good."
"It's all big road goods!"
Looking at the data on the auxiliary panel, Chen Luo shook his head and was a little dissatisfied.
After a sweeping upgrade of the open book.
Whether it is his level or combat power value, he is currently the only one in the Blue Star Battlefield.
Moreover, the quantity and quality of various resources and equipment in his hands.
It's also a solo block.
No one is more than him, and no one is better equipped than him.
What's even more infuriating.
These big treasures in the eyes of others are just the balance of the trading mall in his eyes.
"On the shelves!"
"All on the shelves!"
"Take a place in your inventory!"
Leave the equipment that Liu Heng and the others can use, as well as the resources that need to be allocated.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed wildly, and he pulled pieces of equipment and props into the shelves of the mall......