Chapter 874 I'm Too Difficult!

"Am I the son of Calamity?" Aiolos, whose face was still stained with blood, showed a suspicious look in his eyes. There was another adventure group just now. He was persuaded and promised to take him out of the labyrinth, but he encountered another encounter on the way. Attack by a group of monsters.

In fact, it is not particularly difficult for those adventure groups to take him out of here, because it has been a year since the discovery of this labyrinth. There is some impression of this elementary school student who is always surrounded by a group of little girls carved in pink and jade.

Aiolos is also in the Holy Flame City, and he can be regarded as a big or small celebrity. As long as Aiolos can explain why he appeared in the labyrinth, there are still many adventure groups willing to take him out of here.

However, the disaster also happened because of this. So far, Aiolos has persuaded a total of three adventure groups to take him out of here, but what makes Aiolos very desperate is that these three adventures always meet halfway. Chased by a group of powerful and irresistible beasts.

"Did you attract these monsters?" Aiolos, whose clothes had been soaked in blood, looked down at the dagger in his hand. I don't know how many times this dagger has played its magical transcendence. Force, let him escape from death many times in this underground palace.

But there were three adventure groups in a row that wanted to take him out and suffered misfortune, which alerted the young child. He had already noticed the strangeness, but he did not associate the reason for the strangeness with himself, and He blamed it on the short sword in his hand.

"Are you a sword with a curse? Anyone who helps me will suffer bad luck?" Aiolos held the sword in his hand, and his eyes showed deep suspicion, but it was just suspicion. It is absolutely impossible to throw away this sword, which is the proof that he can continue to live.

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"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, this kid really can relate, he actually thinks that all his misfortunes are because of this sword." In a comfortable room, a father full of wicked taste, holding The wife laughed.

"Of course it wasn't the sword or himself that made him suffer this kind of misfortune, it was his father who was full of bad taste!" Looking at Morea, who buried his head in his chest, Michaelella was not angry. said.

"Those who were affected and died by your son, how are you doing?"

"Don't worry, their souls have been collected. Although they helped Aiolos with a certain utilitarian nature, from the results, they all died to help my son, so they deserved to get me reward!"

Morea smiled,

"Those adventurers with lofty character will have the opportunity to enter your angel reincarnation pool and be reborn in the form of angels, while those who are not so kind will have a body with stronger cultivation talent, and a full set of suits for them. Their own profession, and a full set of equipment that is a large rank higher than their current strength, this is my compensation to them!"

Now Morea's definition of death is different from that of ordinary mortals. In Morea's eyes, the demise of the body is nothing at all. As long as he wants, he can resurrect those creatures who died because of the fatal injury to the body at any time. .

Who made him very familiar with some powerful gods who are in charge of this death priesthood, and he also divided his beliefs to them, and in return, Morea can resurrect those abnormally dead creatures at will.

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"I absolutely can't look for those adventure groups to seek shelter again!" Although I don't know if it was a coincidence or because of a curse, Aiolos at this time had decided to find a way to get out of the labyrinth and no longer trap the adventure group.

"But..." Having already made a decision, Aiolos looked around in confusion, "Which way should we go?"

He has already made a decision, but unfortunately, Aiolos has long been lost in this maze. He just appeared here suddenly, and he doesn't even know where the exit of this maze is?

At this moment, Aiolos found that the blue short sword in his hand suddenly became warm, and there was a faint force in it.

"Do you want to take me there?" Aiolos looked at the short sword in his hand, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no good way now. Since this sword brought him in, then he thought To go out, following this sword seems to be a good choice.

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Aiolos, who was dressed in crisp silk clothes, opened the curtains, and the morning sun shone through the window. Looking at the peaceful scenery outside the window, he felt a trance. The experience of that night last night seemed to be experienced in a dream. .

But Aiolos knew that this was not a dream, and he looked at the corner of the room, where there was a pile of shabby clothes that smelled of blood, which he had just changed.

"What is this mark that this sword guided me to obtain?" Aiolos raised his palm, and on his wrist, there was a shallow sword-shaped mark surrounded by several patterns.

And just as his doubts arose, a ray of light flashed on the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, and then a sense of pulling appeared in his spirit, and the image in front of him suddenly changed dramatically.

White, everything in front of him turned into nothingness, but soon the earth began to emerge from where he settled down, and then a desolate world appeared in front of his eyes, empty of nothing.

But just as Aiolos looked curiously, a man in gray clothes and a long sword stood silently opposite him, just when Aiolos wanted to speak out and communicate with him , I saw the man in gray on the opposite side without saying a word, pulled out the sword on his back, and then slashed with one sword.

The bright sword light covered the world in front of Aiolos, and then... the desolate world in front of him, as well as the grey swordsman disappeared, the warm and comfortable room, and the bright sunshine, the harmonious street reappeared in the in front of him.

"Hi!" But Aiolos, who saw all of this clearly, pressed his temple involuntarily. He felt that his skull had been slashed by a sword, but his hand felt no wounds.

"My mental power!" Aiolos, who didn't understand what had just happened, quickly checked his body, and found that the mental power from his meditation was silently reduced by more than half. And there was a very painful tingling sensation on his forehead, as if he had really been slashed with a sword.

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after seven days

"Father, I have something I want to tell you!" Aiolos, whose face was slightly haggard, said to Morea, who was lying comfortably on the sofa reading a book.

"Huh? What's the matter?" The elegant Muria raised her head and looked at her son who had graduated from elementary school with a smile.

"I stole the amulet you brought back from the labyrinth the other day." Aiolos, who had been tossed to death by this amulet and the mark on his hand, decided to ask his father for help help.

"Yeah!" Morea's face was indifferent, perfectly performing her own role, "It's just a lighting talisman, if you like it, you can take it!"

"Father, this is not a lighting amulet. The appraiser who identified this amulet is a mediocrity!" Seeing his father's indifferent face, Aiolos said. The talisman began to transform into a short sword.

"It can also be turned into a short sword. It's not bad. You can hold it. It's very suitable for you!" The style a father should have.

"No, father, this amulet can not only be turned into a short sword, it also has the ability to teleport. Seven days ago, he teleported me to the labyrinth that I could enter!"

"What?" At this time, Morea's face finally showed a hint of surprise.

"I stayed in the labyrinth all night." Looking at his father, who finally showed surprise on his face, and his mother, who seemed to be nervous when he heard the news, Aiolos also showed sadness on his face. He really couldn't take it anymore.

"...Under the guidance of this sword, I entered a very special underground palace. The palace was filled with many broken swords. After I entered, all these broken swords emerged with a ray of light, and then converged on the A mark has formed on my wrist!"

Aiolos described his experience in the labyrinth that night to the parents sitting in front of him, then stretched out his palm to reveal the sword-shaped mark on his wrist for his father to see.

"Your luck seems to be very good. Although you have experienced a lot of hardships, you have gained a lot of benefits." After using his son's tragic experience, an unscrupulous father who arranged everything said with a sigh .

"Now, have you figured out the function of this mark on your hand?"

"I figured it out!" Speaking of this, Aiolos' eyes were a little red, and it was because of this mark that he couldn't stand it, so as a last resort, he decided to confess everything to his father and ask for help.

"This mark will pull my consciousness into a spiritual space every night, and then there will be a swordsman who can't communicate..."

Aiolos complained to his father about the bad experience this mark brought him. Every night he was forced to be pulled into the spiritual space to fight a swordsman so powerful that he could not resist, Every time I was killed in seconds, this is a real experience like death.

To put it simply, in the past seven days, he has been mentally killed seven times, and he is still the kind that has no resistance. The experience is very bad.