A few minutes before the Lord's Palace Rooms.

When Brandon asked Verdani to take his two daughters away from him, he took a deep breath and then untied the two blades of order from his waist and placed them on the table in the guest room.

It is a sacred relic that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Kaos family.

Facing these two twin swords that shimmered with a faint silver and white light, Brandon's expression was complicated, and he stroked the double-edged scabbard, his movements gentle and cautious.

The origin of the relics of the sages is traceable, for example, in those books that have long been lost in the war and migration, the first part of the history of the Starfall Age is recorded, and there are records of the relics, and the ancestors of the Kaos family passed on this part of the history, and Brandon remembers it very well.

About a thousand years ago, the ancestors walked out of the shelter hidden deep underground in the confusion of ignorance, they faced a completely strange world and the dangerous situation that has completely turned into a wild forest, in the face of the continuous attack of the monsters, the ancestors could only rely on the gods to build a shelter to survive, and it was during that time that the relics of the sages were recorded for the first time.

[The first person is 'Suo', the messenger of the sun, who wields a scepter and has the power to command light and fire, the beasts of Nansen retreat in the face of the scorching sun, and the dragons of the swamp are reduced to ashes by the blazing flames. 】

[The second person is 'Da', the embodiment of lightning, he wields his twin blades, with the sharpness and speed to cut through everything, the blood of the snake demon of the West Mountain floods the hills, and the claws of the ancient dragon also cut it off. 】

[The third person is 'Yi', the master of the mountain, who stands on the earth with an immortal body and will, and the northern ice dragon is driven to the end of the land, and the steel beast is also crushed by his fist. 】

In a collection of poems praising heroes, there are these three descriptions of the three heroes, and it is easy to see that these are the original holders of the three relics left in the world of Mycrof, the 'Pure White Scepter', the 'Twin Blades of Order' and the 'Azure Orb', they are located all over the world, but they also have a reassuring power to expel all filth.

Now, the pure white scepter of the Far South has become the proof of the successive popes of the Church of the Seven Gods in the turmoil of the millennium, and the two blades of order in the West Mountain were lost to the people with the Dalemond family leading a large number of civilians who were unwilling to be oppressed by the Warlock Dynasty to move north, and then were obtained by the ancestors of the Kaos family who loved to collect antiquities, and the Azure Orb was gradually obscured after the initial glory because of its special appearance and awakening conditions, until the rise of this generation of successors, Count Radcliffe.

But no matter which one they are, they have accompanied the human race through a long time of baptism, through the ups and downs of historical changes, they are not only weapons, not only the inheritance of the sages, they are the endless hardships of human conquest of nature and disasters, carrying the will of countless sages and heroes of the glorious blade.

——How can I resonate with the double blades of order and inherit the true inheritance of the sages?

Brandon's heart was shaken slightly, but it was quickly completely extinguished by himself, and the swordsman firmly grasped the double-edged hilt, and the heavy scabbard slowly slid away under the impetus of the fighting spirit, and finally fell to the ground, revealing the brilliant blade of the sword that seemed to be condensed by light.

Instead of self-doubt because of the glory of the past, it is better to take it and create feats that cannot be compared with predecessors. Brandon respects those heroes and sages, but respect and fear are two different things, he never thinks that he will be worse than any of them, all the swordsman lacks is time and precipitation, and one day, he believes that he will be able to create his own great deeds and legends.

"Respond to me."

Crossing the two blades, Brandon closed his eyes, and then, his spirit fell in a crisp sound like glass shattering, falling into a dark environment, and the twin blades also flashed misty light at the same time, and then in Brandon's illusion, two rivers of energy flowed in the shape of the Möbius ring, illuminating the black space with silver and white light.

Brandon felt an incomparable peace and security in the light, the power of order, the light that drove out all filth and corruption, and the swordsman felt that he had never been so close to the essence of the twin blades of order—two tides of holy light flowing in an infinite loop, they were flowing in the darkness, and at the end of this darkness and light, there was a vague figure.

The moment he saw this figure, Brandon's breath was stagnant, his heart beat violently, in the past ten years when he fell asleep with the twin blades of order in his arms, he often dreamed of this shadow in his dreams, although the swordsman forgot every time he woke up, but now those memories are all awakened, and the instinct from the inheritor tells Brandon that it is the shadow of the sage, as long as he touches him, he can now master the Azure Orb like Joshua mastered the Azure Twin Blades.

The swordsman did not hesitate to step forward, in this spiritual environment, what is needed to move forward is not physical strength, but firm will, although Brandon walked slowly, but he was extremely firm, without the slightest retreat or hesitation. As the minutes ticked by, he got closer and closer to the illusory figure, and he saw the shadow of the sage standing at the end of the darkness with his back to him, as if he was suppressing something.

Repression? Seal?

For some reason, these two words suddenly flashed in his heart, Brandon's heart immediately became vigilant, he scanned the darkness around him, but was shocked to find that with every step he took, wisps of dark and evil mist rose from the ground, and now, he was only a few steps away from the shadow of the sage, but the diffuse filthy black qi had already occupied most of the illusion space, and even blinded the light of the two blades of order.

Shocked, Brandon suddenly realized that these black fogs were not just false beings in the illusion, they were using his body as the source, extending towards the real world, and his eyes widened, because a wisp of black mist had assimilated into the surrounding air in Verdani's puzzled sight, spreading towards his two daughters who had just woken up.

"Damn! Give me a stop! ”

Without hesitation, he stopped his steps towards the shadow of the sage, Brandon in the illusion clenched his fists, roared and concentrated, restraining these unknown black mist overflowing from his body, although he didn't know what the essence of these fogs was, but that evil and filthy aura could never be anything good, as a father, it was not easy for a swordsman to touch his child with the slightest of these things!

It did work, the black mist stopped for a moment, and then spread ten times slower than before, and Brandon's heart did not let go of it, because Verdani and the children had not left the room yet, and his wife even frowned at the anomaly, and put down the two girls, ready to approach him to see what was going on.

Get out of here! Brandon roared loudly in his heart, but it was useless, he tried his best to control his real body in the illusion and move away, but with little effect, this is the same reason that no one can consciously control his body in a dream, and just when Brandon was about to despair, a figure in a black trench coat crashed through the wall and appeared in front of him.

It's Joshua. At the moment of knowing who it was, Brandon's heart finally fell a big stone, although this guy in front of him has no taste as a man, and has only worn one style of clothes for several years, although this man does not understand the joy of life at all, but there is no doubt that Joshua, as a warrior, is definitely the most trustworthy in a crisis.

And sure enough, under Brandon's relieved gaze, Joshua transferred Verdani and the others, who didn't know what was going on, in just one breath, and then the swordsman watched the other party simply kick and punch again, knocking himself twenty kilometers away.

Well done!

Although he was technically beaten with a punch and a kick, Brandon still praised Joshua's decisiveness from the bottom of his heart, and without restraint, he could also calm down and carefully understand the source of this mist and the reason why it appeared in the sage lineage.

On the other side, Joshua was flying in the air, hurrying in the direction of Brandon, who had been knocked away by himself.

He didn't know how, but in a few seconds, he keenly noticed that the foul breath that flowed from Brandon was similar to something he knew very well—very similar to the aggregate of life's resentment!

Joshua can be said to be extremely familiar with this kind of thing, not because of anything else, but because he himself has almost infinite grudge entanglement, hundreds of thousands of soul fragments with the dying wail of the monster wrapped around his side, and recently tens of thousands of curses of the sixth abyss demon have been added to this ensemble, if there is a psychic warlock with high mana who wants to communicate with Joshua's soul, then as long as the other party is not a legend, it will not take a second to be eroded by these resentments.

This resentment makes the warrior can only suppress his coercion as much as possible, otherwise let alone communicate normally with ordinary people, wherever he walks, wherever he walks, it will become a terrifying realm of despair and madness, and everyone will kill each other in fear and fright, or run away, but this amount of resentment is far from being compared with the filth that overflows from Brandon at this time.

It's like a mountain, the difference between a whole mountain range.

Arriving at the place where Brandon is now, Joshua looked down from the sky, here is an empty ice field, now covered with snow, and in the midst of the vast paleness, there is a dark field like a quagmire that is spreading rapidly, all kinds of indescribable, extremely distorted evil phantoms are struggling to crawl out of the boiling black mire, among which there are countless ancient evil creatures with countless tentacles and feet entwined, thousands of eyes and mouths, and hideous giants with octopus-like heads and huge human bodies, There are also wriggling things made up of amorphous mucus like a nightmare.

These are just remnants of resentment, and they all exude a terrifying aura of ancient evil creatures in the dark quagmire realm, and Brandon's motionless body is in the center of these monsters, and the originally shining blades of order are now covered by misty darkness, gradually losing their luster, to this, Joshua gasped, because he saw a few familiar shadows in those phantoms—dark crystal carapaces, and huge insect-like hideous bodies, which were the dependents of the famine god, Crystal Insect Eumardes! These Aragami resentments swirled their arthropods and mouthparts, unleashing terrifying pressure, and there was no doubt that they all had at least legendary strength during their lifetimes!

There was no need to guess, Joshua could now be sure that although it was hidden in the twin blades of order for some reason, these overflowing resentments were just some of the remnants of the sages when they slashed many evil gods and monsters! And those terrifying phantoms are the families of many evil gods in the past, and even part of their essence!

Knowing this, Joshua didn't hesitate to dive down, ready to help Brandon, but he was just about to speed up when he stopped again.

Because in his mind, a gentle voice that was familiar and unfamiliar appeared.