Volume 6 Agate Chapter 554: Hunting the Clown
After hearing what Sid said, Chen Lun's heart sank.
Not only does the other party not care about the descendants of his family, he doesn't even care about the calculations of others. This earth angel "Xi Ke" who has disappeared and lived in seclusion for thousands of years seems to have been dominated by divinity, and there are few human emotions left.
This is not a good thing for Chen Lun.
Angels are hard to find, and angels with the right stance are even rarer. Chen Lun took a deep breath and decided to try again.
He took out the "Monument of Destiny" that was almost complete, and said:
"I have restored most of the stone tablet that Your Majesty carved with his own hands..."
From the words recorded on the Monument of Destiny, it can be seen that Sid Mitchell has an inexplicable admiration for Duke Huan. Chen Lun tried to use this to bring them closer.
Sid's reaction was indeed different from before.
His eyes narrowed and he stared intently at the slate in Chen Lun's hand.
After a long while, he finally spoke:
"I really admire Duke Huan's great deeds...but do you know when I started to believe in fate?"
Sid kept smiling, but his eyes became more indifferent.
"It started from the moment He fell !"
As he spoke, the angel walked towards Chen Lun again, his khaki cloak fluttering. Sid stood in front of Chen Lun and said calmly:
"By looking at history, we can predict the future... I can assert that no one will become Lord Huan in the future, let alone surpass him. This includes other travelers on the path of destiny, Oscar the giant serpent of destiny, and you..."
He shook his head slightly, seemingly not optimistic.
Chen Lun's inner hope gradually disappeared and he sighed secretly.
However, Sid spoke again:
"But this monument of destiny reminds me of one thing... Although Duke Huan hated the Seven Gods, he did not kill all the other ancient gods, even the Emerald Bird whose power was similar to his."
He grinned and held up a finger.
"But the Emerald Bird doesn't seem to appreciate it. I've been fed up with this guy for a long time... It just so happens that the person behind this plot is his favored one. How about you help me kill him?"
Chen Lun's eyes flashed with surprise, and at the same time he received a prompt from the panel -
[You have triggered the A-level hidden mission: Doom Clown! ]
Mission description: The old guest Sid Mitchell hates the ancient god Emerald Bird and hopes that you can take action to eliminate its followers.
Mission objective: Kill Sigmund, the Jade Bird's Follower.
Mission rewards: 2 million experience points, 30,000 favorability points of Blue Gabor and Sid Mitchell.
Chen Lun looked thoughtful.
He sorted out the information in Sid's words, clarified the logical relationship behind it, and immediately understood what the position of that group of ancient gods was.
At the same time, he was delighted with Sid's request... In fact, even if the other party didn't say it, he would kill the person behind it. After all, they were both high-ranking people in the path of destiny and were competitors.
Now it's just a matter of course, and you can also complete Sid's mission and gain experience points and favor.
But Sigmund was a follower of the Kingfisher, so Chen Lun was a little afraid, so he asked Sid Mitchell again.
After the other party's simple explanation, Chen Lun finally understood that the power of the ancient gods was far inferior to that of the true gods. Although they were born in the ancient era, they were only at the level of angels from the god level...
Moreover, their power and authority do not belong to the path of the Ten Great Gods, but rather to a very special "heterodox path".
The "heterodox path" refers to a special path that is only one and has no adjacent paths. Often, on this path, there are no other travelers except the ancient gods at the end... because even the only divinity may only have one or two copies, and they are all occupied by the ancient gods.
The heterodox path is destined to be a hopeless road for extraordinary people.
The ancient gods may not be weak, but they are definitely not stronger than the true gods. They are not even as strong as some slightly stronger subordinate gods, let alone the King of Angels.
After understanding this, Chen Lun felt more at ease and chose to accept the mission.
At the same time, he bowed to him and said:
"Your Majesty, I will hunt for you and give you peace."
"Go ahead."
The man with waist-length hair said this nonchalantly, turned around and walked away, humming the off-tune ancient ballad again.
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Tus-Port is still busy under the night sky.
The lights from street lamps and pubs and shops complement each other.
Sigmund stood at the dock for a moment, and suddenly frowned.
A cold wind carrying snowflakes drifted over, making him, who was clearly already a high-ranking saint, feel an inexplicable chill, and a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart...
"Spiritual intuition has no warning? Oops!"
Sigmund was a cautious man, so he turned and walked away with his lantern.
He knew that this premonition was very accurate, because he was blessed by the Emerald Bird and could predict the coming of bad luck on his own... The failure of spiritual intuition could only mean one thing, that is, there was a higher being that locked and blocked his perception!
Who is going to deal with me?
A puzzling thought flashed through Sigmund's mind.
He directly used his sequence ability and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
But the next second.
BANG!!
An invisible barrier blocked Sigmund's way. It was as if he had hit his head against an indestructible wall. He was bounced back by the powerful reaction force, his figure was exposed, and he took several steps back.
He looked around and his expression suddenly changed.
All the noise from the dock disappeared at some point.
The night sky is still shining, but it is covered with a layer of blue veil.
"This is the spirit world..."
Sigmund was startled.
Being able to drag Him into the spirit world silently, the enemy in the dark must be more difficult to deal with than he imagined!
"and……"
More than a dozen giant ancient stone pillars rose from the ground and stood around. Countless thick iron chains connected the stone pillars, blocking off this area.
Sigmund cursed inwardly.
He looked up and saw a figure appeared in front of him.
Thin, tall, with a moss-covered wooden mask on his face.
"Who are you?"
Sigmund asked in a deep voice.
The man did not move, but a sound like clockwork came from under the wooden mask:
"Famine Knight, Dante."
Sigmund frowned even deeper. He had never heard of this name, nor did he know that there was someone called "Dante" in the mysterious world. It was obvious that the other party was using a pseudonym.
He took a deep breath and asked tentatively:
"I wonder why Your Majesty Dante wants to stop me?"
"Because of fate."
A teasing voice came from behind.
Sigmund's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around quickly, and saw a guy in a black tuxedo and a top hat standing not far behind him.
The brim of the man's hat was lowered, casting a shadow over his face.
You can't see the other person's appearance at all.
Only the sound of laughter could be heard:
"Plague Knight Boccaccio, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sigmund... But unfortunately, you may not see the sun tomorrow."
“Two people!”
Sigmund was nervous and decided to strike first.
He had a cold face, lifted up his smock and waved his hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Dozens of card knives flew through the space, heading towards the two strange enemies in front and behind. Even the basic ability of the Fate Magician exerted a terrifying power in his hands.
At the same time, Sigmund teleported and appeared behind Dante. A slender staff sword emerged from his sleeve and stabbed into the other's back.
Puff——
The staff and sword passed through his heart without any hindrance.
The cards were also stuck into Dante's body.
But there was no joy on Sigmund's face. It was already very strange that the other party did not dodge or avoid, and now there was not even any blood, which made him feel even worse.
Click...
The sound of stiff wooden joints twisting could be heard.
Dante turned his head 180 degrees and stared at Sigmund. His eyes, exposed through the wooden mask, showed unspeakable sorrow. He spoke:
"Why do you want to resist?"
Sigmund's pupils shrank.
He looked down and found a hole in his left chest, with blood flowing out.
"The harm has been transferred to myself..."
Sigmund endured the pain and shock, decisively discarded his staff and sword, and used teleportation to distance himself from the guy... until he retreated a hundred meters and leaned against a huge stone pillar, he used magic to wipe his chest to stop the bleeding.
The masked man named Dante's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the cards piercing his body and the sword piercing his chest turned into wood and soon decayed into powder.
Sigmund was under increasing pressure.
He did not forget the other man in the hat, but when he glanced around, he could no longer see the man.
Sigmund hid his left hand under his blouse and used a bracelet pendant to perform divination, but he found nothing...
He was horrified inwardly.
The opponent's mysterious weight and resistance are indeed far superior to his own!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
A sudden sound of breaking air was heard.
Sigmund suddenly discovered that hundreds of cards were flying to his left, right and above his head. These cards were completely different from the ones he had thrown. They were flashing red and black light, and their power was terrifying .
whoosh!
He gritted his teeth and teleported again.
But the terrifying thing was that the poker changed direction in mid-air and chased him relentlessly... The venue was blocked, and there was not enough space for maneuvering. After Sigmund's figure flashed nine times, he finally failed to escape the encirclement.
At the last moment, Sigmund was forced to reveal his true form as a mythical creature.
boom!!
A dark green giant snake rose from the ground, with three pairs of wings on its back. It swung its long tail, sweeping down the playing cards one after another.
There was a loud explosion, accompanied by a crisp clanging sound, and the surrounding area shook.
"You two damn guys!"
The big snake roared with murderous intent.
"You forced me to do this!"
The vintage lantern floated in front of Him, and suddenly emitted two green lights, one fell on Dante, and the other was cast into the air, illuminating the figure of Boccaccio.
Sigmund sneered, uttered a difficult prayer from his huge mouth, and then said in a low voice:
"Feel the doom coming..."
However.
The scene was silent for a few seconds. Dante and Boccaccio showed no reaction, staring at Sigmund with calm eyes.
The dark green snake's eyes trembled slightly.
"Why……"
Ka!
There was a crisp sound, and cracks suddenly appeared on the lantern cover, and the green light gradually dimmed.
"The Emerald Lamp is cracked...?"
Sigmund's voice suddenly rose several degrees.
There was a strong sense of horror in his tone.
Not only did the divine gift from His Majesty the Emerald Bird fail to work on the opponent, it was actually damaged by backlash!
In the midst of his emotional excitement, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard a strange and hoarse voice coming from above his head:
"Don't waste time, kill him quickly, we have other things to do..."
Sigmund's snake pupils rolled upwards and then shrank sharply.
At the top of the huge stone pillar stood a figure in a black robe, as if he had been standing there from the beginning to the end... His features were hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the black robe fluttered in the wind, revealing a dense group of white snakes underneath, which seemed to be his legs.
"Got it, Qiao Ke."
Dante and Boccaccio said in unison.
Sigmund felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and felt cold all over.
Who are these three people...
