【Golden Arrow of the Hunting Goddess】

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[The quill pen of the God of Literature]

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【Sea God's Belt】

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【Beautiful God's Earrings】

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Long swords, rings, maces, items of metal or leather were picked up and put down one after another.

With the uninterrupted prompt of the Eye of Real, Charles' expression became more and more bizarre.

Although the various gods behind these things sounded very powerful, Charles had never heard of them before.

Whether you listen to others or from books.

In fact, even in the Bandage Man's collection, he had never seen any records of these deities.

Regarding God, he only knows the Lord of Thorns, the Elemental King, various evil gods, and the star spirit gods in the sky.

"So now..."

While pondering, he vaguely thought of a sentence. "History is written by the victor."

In the battle with the Lord of Thorns, these gods have erased all history?

Once his mind was unfolded, he couldn't stop. After unconsciously conjuring a series of grudges and revenge, Charles put down a silver axe with a simple shape, and then he thought of something again.

The Eye of Real reminds that these objects must meet certain requirements before they can be awakened. So is it because of the purpose of coming here?

That so-called requirement...

I picked up a pair of mirrors among the piles of items and placed them in front of me. On my forehead, the black seven-pointed star pattern came into my eyes.

Yes, the seven-pointed star.

He is now in a state of traveling with spirits.

The seven-pointed star is straight and neatly "carved" on the forehead. At its edge, it is surrounded by a golden thread that can be seen vaguely. It is the thread of fate that Shire has obtained in the world of ice and fire.

Since obtaining this thing, it has been in a state of being integrated with the seven-pointed star ring. It is not clear what it is for.

Shire had observed countless times, so he didn't care about it. Instead, he vaguely guessed another thing.

"What god do they think I am? That's why I was promoted and then come here?"

Thinking of it, he looked down at the pile of things in front of him.

"If I were really the reincarnation or successor of these gods, would there be items in it that could be controlled by me? Or, the church believes that there are objects in it that can be controlled by me?"

"What does this mean? A powerful artifact? The power of these gods? Or is it the inheritance of the clergy?"

This guess is not unreasonable. He did not forget why he came in - accepting blood inheritance and entering the circular level.

And the various races seen on this "way" that were not much related to the church made him think.

"The Lord of Thorns will store all the things he likes in heaven, and then form a promotion system of inheritance?"

"This kind of storage includes... God?"

"What exactly is the so-called Lord of Thorns? Creator?"

As he kept thinking, Charles felt that he seemed to have touched a corner of the world.

However, if it is really the so-called creator, then the guess just now will be a little uncertain.

"Did these gods existed or were they created by the Lord of Thorns waiting for inheritance?"

Charles felt that the first guess should be more reliable, first of all, it is in line with his current experience, and secondly, the shapes of these objects are full of classical styles.

If it is really created, it should be more "fashionable". After all, the current era is very different from the Middle Ages.

Haven't you seen the summoned angel fiddling with the camera to play? So the boss among them should be more "consistent with the times"?

The god of steam and industry, the god of gears, etc.

After pondering for a while, Charles squatted on the ground and continued to search.

No matter what the situation is, since he has arrived here, it is really unreasonable to gain something without gain.

After all, the bloodline of heaven, special positions, etc., can they compare to the real "priesthood"?

However, as items were moved aside by him, his brows gradually frowned.

Although these items looked quite attractive, no matter which one he picked up, the situation was basically the same - no response.

Seeing that fewer and fewer people had not touched yet, he still had nothing to find, and Charles was a little worried.

But this seems to be expected.

If he really followed his first guess, then he, the foreign "god", had never appeared in the Akavia continent, and it would be even more impossible to leave any objects for him to inherit.

The facts now prove that the Seven Gods cannot obtain recognition of other gods.

"Now, Li Kui turns into a Li Gui..."

Touching all the items, and nothing unexpected happened, there was no special reaction at all. Charles sighed and stood up.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should leave here and look for other options, I suddenly saw a dim mural on the wall on my left.

The mural is covered by spider web dust, and vaguely looks like it. The river winds in a plain, with cloudy clouds in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Generally speaking, the mural does not really look so realistic, but rather simple.

The Eye of Real also suggested that this was just an ordinary mural. However, for some reason, when Charles looked at it, his forehead suddenly felt a little hot.

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In the sunny hall, the slender female bishop quietly stared at the young man half-kneeling on the ground in front of her, with deep eyes and solemn expressions.

While she was thinking and looking quietly, a pair of white wings subconsciously relaxed and brought out a gust of breeze, gently blowing a page of a book on a chair not far away.

The sound insulation here is very strong, and all noises outside cannot be transmitted here. So at this moment, except for the trivial sound of flaming wings, there are only the subconscious breathing of the two of them.

At the moment, the young man seemed to be encountering something, and his whole body slowly shone with a faint light. At first, the light shone purple in the blackness.

Then it gradually turned into a rich rose color.

After that, the colors continued to change, white, pink, cyan, green, and now they have turned into gold.

This is a satisfying color and an expected color. The corners of the female director's mouth are raised, revealing a moving smile.

"Let me see who you are."

She murmured softly, her light blue eyes staring at Charles without blinking. However, after a long time, the golden light on the other party still remained unchanged. It even seemed to be getting dimmer.

The female bishop frowned slightly because of this.

"Evil God?"

Just when her face was a little gloomy, the golden light on the person at her feet suddenly shone brightly.

It was like a slow-stop carriage that accelerated suddenly, which caught her off guard, but immediately she reflected on it. As soon as she blew her white wings, a large amount of blue wind suddenly rose from the surrounding floor. In the whimper, it quickly formed a tornado, which tightly surrounded Charles in the blink of an eye.

Her move was decisive and timely, because at the moment she was surrounded, the light on the young man's body burst out and gushed, forming a golden column of light, which suddenly poked into the dome upwards, and penetrated the church along the transparent glass skylight, shooting straight into the sky!

The majestic whispering sound came ethereal, as if a god in the depths of the world was solemnly telling something, but what was specific was unreal.

As the light column burst out, the wind also rushed up at the same time, piercing through the skylight while rotating, pulling it up, pulling it up, and then pulling it up!

The tornado was crushing, and all the items around were rotating uncontrollably. Under the whistling wind, the oil paintings on the wall were tilted, and the special floor-to-ceiling windows also creaked, as if they could not bear it.

The violent whimpering sounds and the dull surging air flowed throughout the hall. Countless white secret texts quickly turned into the blue tornado, flashing up and down, because the speed was so fast that it looked like a series of white hazy shadows hidden inside the tornado.

Under the blockade of this tornado, the golden light column, which should have been quite powerful, did not appear after the explosion.

It will only be regarded as a spell casting and will not be discovered by anyone!

The female bishop was relieved.

She had expected this kind of scene to happen, so the spell was prepared in advance, but because the timing of the engine needed to be strictly controlled, I almost missed it just now.

Then she began to observe with concentration.

The outbreak of the tornado did not seem to have any effect on the young man in the wind. Under the protection of the golden light, his hair did not even flutter. However, the pure gold-like light column seemed to be just a brief appearance. After it exploded to its peak, it gradually converged and finally completely integrated into the young man's body.

Under the control of the female bishop, the violent wind slowly faded away.

The wind was suppressed, and the various objects blown by the strong wind were gone, and they scattered all over the ground. With the endless bangs, the other party slowly opened their eyes.

The light flashed, and everything around seemed to be suddenly enlightened as the young man opened his eyes.

However, this situation only lasted for a moment and then disappeared. The female bishop looked at it intently and happened to meet the other party's already golden eyes!

Shining, noble, the golden eyes are very conspicuous, and they look full of majesty and deterrence.

Feeling this violent and inhuman atmosphere, the female bishop took a deep breath, and a thorny cross on her neck flashed, she faintly had an answer to who was the one who was right now.

The ancient sun god once looked down on all things, and once started a great existence that destroyed the world with his own hands.

So she closed her wings to show her humility, took a step back, and bowed to her respectfully tone.

"Hello, Asdemaz."
Chapter completed!