After the holy sword is broken

In the distant ancient continent period, it belonged to the era of mythology.

Legend has it that the noble Lord of Silver Moon fell in love with a human being while walking in the mortal world.

In the poems that have been handed down since ancient times, the handsome young man accepted the love of the gods and gave his sincerity until the Lord of Death and Sacrifice harvested his life.

The god of death needs to maintain the order in the priesthood, and the goddess of silver moon wants to take back her lover.The protracted battle of gods broke out.

In the unsettled period when humans and gods lived together and disputes were frequent, there were many similar legends, and in this story, there is an additional footnote.

The silver moon goddess and the human youth gave birth to a pair of twins. They became the masters of a city-state, and the main god enshrined in this city-state was the double moon goddess.

They have silver-white hair and silver-white eyes that resemble the Lord of the Silver Moon. They are the only exceptions among the mainland humans who respect dark hair and dark eyes, and are regarded as noble blood.

"The legendary descendant of the gods, a hybrid of the demons of the abyss."

Dana squeezed Alger's body with great interest, and looked at his eyes, as if looking at some strange object.

"Can I dissect you?"

"...What do you think?" Alger looked helplessly at his friend with those demonized red pupils.

At this time they were in Dana's mage tower, the door of the research room was closed, and even Burgess was refused.Only the researcher and the researched are left.

"Tsk."

Dana looked at him with a "what a pity" look, then turned around and took out a set of precision tools from a closed box.

"Then take some blood samples. As the price of the examination, I will draw an extra tube as a reward."

It's really doing everything possible...

Are mages so disrespectful when they do research?

Alger stretched out his intact right arm while cursing.

The scar on the left arm had scabbed over and would heal by the next morning without leaving a trace.Just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday... like that.

Two tubes of blood.

One tube is stored in the Time-Freezing Magic Box, which freezes time and seals it up forever. Until the owner takes it out, the time that belongs to it will continue to flow.

The other tube was mounted on a wooden frame and put into the test immediately.

One drop of blood, add three drops of potion, transfer a trace of magic energy, and shake it five times...

Sprinkle white crystal powder into a magic circle, place the prepared reagent in the center of the circle, and use a spell to activate its power...

Dana rubbed his chin: "Fortunately, the lost blood is only hidden, and the power contained in it is very powerful. It is also because of this that the body of a mortal can withstand the erosion of the abyss."

Humans are the creation of the gods of order.

Demons are representatives of the chaotic abyss.

It is very difficult for human beings to bear the power of demons. According to Dana's calculation, the bloodline power source of half-demons should not be too high, otherwise, the mother body will collapse directly.

But the descendants of the gods are different.The order is established by the gods. As a creature on this side of the mainland, the blood that carries the gods does not need to be subject to similar restrictions.

The blood of the gods is glory and a gift, and it will give the descendants of the gods a part of the power that belongs to the gods.

"No wonder your biological mother was a warlock."

Warlocks are different from mages. They rely on their blood to use hidden powers and are born spellcasters.

"Relying on Yinyue's bloodline, it would be good to suppress the half of the devil. It's incredible, what kind of you are..."

Dana didn't continue, just chuckled for a while, and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go to the Islamic group to find out if there are any relevant classics, and tell the priests by the way that there is a new development."

When he returned to the church, Alger saw the princess waiting at the door.

As soon as she saw Alger, the princess's eyes lit up, and she glanced at Burgess next to her, and retreated from the steps she had just moved.

It wasn't until the three of them approached that she called softly, "My lord."

Beside the princess, the witch Lena spread her hands helplessly towards them.

Alger glanced at Burgess beside him, and confirmed that his lover's mood was still stable, so he talked to her with some headaches.

"Princess, you don't have to call me that. Duke Iris can no longer threaten you. You are free to choose the life you want."

"I want to...follow you." The princess lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Is she really Mesenger's daughter?" Burgess asked.

"I have met the Duke of Iris, he is a very powerful person, why is the daughter raised so..."

cowardice?

The last word was silent, out of gentlemanly restraint, he was not prepared to criticize a lady too much.

Even if this is a rival in love who haunts his lover.

Thinking of this, Burgess felt a little itchy.

Pulled Alger's arm and held it in his arms.

His, hope to know.

Alger smiled helplessly, at the gate of the religious order, it was not easy to do anything out of line, so he could only let him hug him, and then patted him on the shoulder with his spare hand, as a simple comfort.

"If you want to tell or confess, you can find the priest in the church. It will be inconvenient for me to get too close to you."

Having said that, he looked at Burgess beside him.

His lover didn't look at him, but let out a small snort, the tips of his ears were reddish, but the hand holding his arm was still tight.

Be firm and stand firm.

Alger smiled apologetically at the princess: "So, I really can't take care of you anymore."

"No, I..." The princess took half a step forward, wanting to argue.

Alger still smiled apologetically, nodded at her, and pulled Burgess into the door.

The mage glanced at the princess, didn't say anything, and passed her through the gate.

"Ms. Fei Liya is not here, so I have to rely on myself."

Dana held an open book in each hand, and a third book was floating in the air in front of her.They were all heavy tomes, the kind that Alger didn't want to open just by looking at the cover.

Dana looked at him with distaste: "A person who has the blood of Silver Moon and the blessing of the abyss at the same time has no talent for the mysterious way, don't you feel very ashamed?"

"Have you ever thought about a possibility," Alger tried his best to defend himself, "the two bloodlines conflict with each other, resulting in the suppression of additional talents at the same time."

"Why haven't your surprisingly strong power and self-healing ability been suppressed? They are both talents, so how can they be treated differently?"

Alger refused to discuss such issues with the mage.

Burgess chuckled at the side, reassuring him: "Everyone has something they are good at and not good at. Your swordsmanship attainments have far exceeded the level of your peers. A sword master in his 20s is incredible."

Alger sighed: "I always feel a little ashamed to be praised by you."

Under normal circumstances, the entry of auxiliary occupations such as forging is much slower than physical skills and spells.

Burgess is also only in his twenties and is already a legend.

Dana glanced at them and smiled silently, curling the corners of her mouth.

I turned my attention back to the book in front of me and turned a few pages. I felt that this search method was too slow, so I closed the three books and used the levitation technique to send them back to the bookshelf.

The mage closed his eyes, entered a state of meditation, and concentrated his mind unprecedentedly.

Raising his hand, the arcane power moved the force field, and rows of books flew out from the front, back, left, and right bookshelves, circling around the mage.

Check it out!

Countless ancient books were suspended in mid-air, and at the same time they began to turn pages quickly. The sound of "cracking" paper flipping rang out.

The blue light representing wisdom and rationality shines on every ancient book.The information is turned into characters, flowing on the light.

The power of magic connects the mage's spirit with the mystery, allowing mortals to bear the terrifying amount of calculations.

The sound of paper flipping lasted for about half a minute, and all the pages suddenly stopped, each turning on a certain page.

The mage opened his eyes.

The position of the books began to change again. Some books were closed and returned to the bookshelf, while some books remained open and floated in front of the mage.

Books of ancient books were suspended, neatly arranged in mid-air.

"These are all the records about the Lord of the Silver Moon and his descendants, and there are also ritual materials that can be used for reference."

Dana waved the wide sleeves of the robe, and the ancient books were arranged by category, waiting for his reference.

"Try to figure things out before sunset tomorrow."

Dempsey came to the residence of the Poetry of Truth Order and stood in front of the so-called "door that never closes".

He came for the prophesied "scourge".

As evidenced by the astrology, it is here.

He doesn't quite understand the purpose of the Poetry of Truth to contain heresy. Out of respect for his fellow sects, which are on the same level as Daybreak and Dawn, he must not speculate on the purpose of the Poetry of Truth.

But at the same time, out of consideration for the safety of the mainland, he still decided to negotiate with the Poetry of Truth on this matter.

Is there a traitor, or is there another hidden story, is it being deceived, or is it a fluke.

There should be a definite answer.

There was a deep look in the mage's amber eyes.

The trip was not easy.

His identity is not the executor, or in other words, among all the sects of the Star Cult Department, only the Poetry of Truth still retains the ancient position of executor.

Thousands of years of evolution have allowed the various religious groups to differentiate from their initial rough structure to a large number of subdivided positions.

Dempsey's actual position is to maintain the internal stability of Daybreak and Dawn's jurisdiction. Generally, he will only leave that area under special circumstances during wartime, just like the emergency assistance at the gate of hell last time.

In order to be able to go to the poem of truth this time, he submitted a lot of reports and applications to his superiors, and repeatedly proved that even the nonsensical reason that the suspect had "silver-gray hair and eyes" was forced to write .

It is simply a great shame for him as a wise mage!

Thinking of this, Dempsey pursed his lips slightly, with strong dissatisfaction in his eyes.

For this trip, he filled out at least three dozen forms and signed more secret names than he had signed for magic contracts in the past combined.

Time dragged on again and again, and various departments shirked each other.He wondered if the poem of truth would have covered it up by the time he actually got there.

The new statutes did clarify the scope of duties of the priests, avoiding a lot of confusion, but at the same time bound their hands and feet, making them dance like wearing shackles when they actually work.

Look at the traditional poetry of truth...

The wise mage sighed.

There are pros and cons to each...

Forget it, let's do the thing at hand first.

Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Dempsey took a deep breath and regained his composure.

He took out the documents in his arms, and was about to enter the "never-closed door", but he ran into the goal of this trip head-on.

The silver-haired and silver-eyed "Silver Blade", an impossibly young Juggernaut.

The target was accompanied by two people, one was the legendary blacksmith Burgess, whom they had met before, and the other seemed to be his colleague, a mage.

When the colleague saw him, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then asked him, "The starry night observer?"

Dempsey was not surprised that he would be recognized.

After all, he is the only contemporary mage who can add so many iconic patterns on his robes several times.

So nodded.

The colleague laughed, raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply: "What a coincidence, I'm worried, it's great to meet you."

What do you mean?

The starry night observer, the wise mage Dempsey, fell into a rare confusion.

"Help me with a magic ceremony. The reward is to see the legendary Jiu Ruosi."

Magic ritual?

But he came to negotiate with the poem of truth, the swordsman next to you is still a suspect.

It's not uncommon to mention participation in magic rituals as soon as we meet.

Wait a minute, Jojos?

The underground city lord Jiu Ruosi?

Dempsey was completely at a loss.