Chapter 974 Indelible Mark

In the depths of time and space, the disturbed time and space returned to calm.

"He escaped like this, it seems that he really deserves to die."

Looking into the depths of the void, Sean let out a soft sigh.

Hearing this, Sigger also let out a sigh. Just now, Uranus would fall here, and now all their traces have been buried by time and space, and even those who are in charge of cause and effect cannot be traced back.

"The time for Alexander to achieve the eighth level is just right. Do you think this is fate or is it calculated?"

Speaking, Sigger turned his gaze to Sean.

Hearing this, Sean was thoughtful.

"Things may still change."

"The sword?"

The opportunity has been lost, it is useless to think too much, Sean changed the subject.

Hearing this, Sigger's face showed a complex look.

"He was taken away."

A sigh, in which there is an undisguised regret, but I don't know whether Sigger regrets the loss of the sword of Damocles or something else.

At the same time, in the true river of fate, wearing a white sleeveless dress, Amir Bansain walked barefoot on the river of fate. Even an eighth-level stalwart cannot easily set foot in the restricted area, otherwise it will definitely cause the backlash of fate, and only a god of fate like him dares to enter it in person.

Stopping in his tracks, looking at the long river of fate that never came back, had no end in sight, and walked towards the unknown, Amir's broken golden eyes flashed a look of anticipation.

In the next moment, a wave rolled up, a sword lattice shaped like the wings of an angel, with a round and flawless golden gemstone inlaid in the center, like the eye of the sun, intertwined with green and golden brilliance, the body of the sword was like bronze, the sword Narrow at the tip and wide at the tail, with a blade but no front, the sword body was cracked, and the divine sword soaked in divine blood came to Amir following the guidance of fate.

"The Sword of Damocles."

Stretching out his hand and holding the hilt of the sword, Amir could not conceal his joy on his face.

Sean, Sigger, and Uranus fought in the depths of time and space. Amir knew that the long-awaited opportunity had come. By peeking at fate, he finally seized the opportunity.

Using the traction of fate, he brought the sword of Damocles to himself.

Compared with the sword of Damocles falling into the hands of Sigger, and he tried to get it, Amir still believed in himself more, because he was not sure whether Sigger would be willing to hand over the sword of Damocles to him. Give it to him, after all, once you do this, Sigger will lose a powerful eighth-level artifact, and he will become the new eighth-level artifact.

Thinking in another way, Amir felt that even he would not hand over such an eighth-level artifact easily, and even if he finally chose to give it up, the other party would pay a huge price. After all, although the eighth-level allies are good, in fact Far from being able to control an eighth-order artifact, today's allies may even become future enemies, especially at this special node.

"From now on, I will regain control of my destiny and become the master of my destiny."

The brilliance of fate shrouded and resonated with the river of fate. Amir was about to completely destroy the sword of Damocles, which had been hit hard, and reclaim the third divine power of fate. But in the next moment, the murderous intent filled the air, freezing the river of fate , Amir's figure froze in place.

"How is it possible? The connection between Uranus and the sword of Damocles has obviously been severed. The sword of Damocles should be ownerless now, no, no, it's not Uranus, it's the ancient sun God's imprint."

Shrouded in a fierce killing intent, the delicate face was cracked with bloodstains, like broken porcelain. When he touched the truth, Amir's face was full of despair. Such a change was beyond his expectation.

Uranus holds the sword of Damocles. Under normal circumstances, the imprint left by the ancient sun god should have been obliterated by him, but this is not the case. The imprints left by the two coexist strangely In the sword of Chris, although the mark left by Uranus was cut off by Sean, the mark left by the ancient sun god is still there.

"Those who peep at fate shall be punished."

Whispers from the ancient times resounded, like a high-ranking god-king pronouncing a verdict that cannot be disobeyed, out of Amir's control, the sword of Damocles sprouted divine brilliance, suspended above the long river of fate, and aimed at Amir cut down.

At this moment, Amir seemed to see the ancient god-king, with indifferent eyes, holding the sword of Damocles, and beheading him.

"Maybe I should let nature take its course."

Swallowed by despair, at the moment of dying, Amir felt remorse in his heart. He understood that this might be a joke played by fate, and those who played with fate would eventually be teased by fate. If he let nature take its course and did not forcefully move Destiny, taking the sword of Damocles into his own hands, he will not have such a calamity today.

The power of the god king reappeared, the sword was smooth and smooth, and all traces were cut off, and the body and spirit were all destroyed. Amir's vitality was cut off. He died. Although he was special, he was the master of fate in the past, but now he is only a seventh-level. His sharpness against the sword of Damocles is by no means a fluke.

Adhering to the obsession left by the sun god, he completely killed Amir who was peeping at his fate. The divine brilliance was dim, and cracks spread on the sword of the Damocles sword. The blow just now was also a big blow to him now A very heavy burden, cutting off the fetters, and the sword of Damocles, which was on the verge of breaking, was about to leave, but at this moment, a sigh came from the depths of time and space, echoing on the long river of fate.

Hey, crossing taboos, weaving cause and effect, an invisible big hand descended from the sky, holding the sword of Damocles stained with divine blood in his hand.

Hum, the blade of the sword buzzed, dazzling divine brilliance bloomed, and the sword of Damocles struggled continuously.

"This sword has been engraved with the imprint of the ancient Sun God since its birth, and it is indelible. Unless it is approved by the Sun God, no one can truly control the power of this sword."

Passing on cause and effect, Sigger tried to control the sword of Damocles in an alternative way, but unfortunately failed. The imprint left by the sun god is too strong and difficult to deceive, but it is normal to think about it carefully, after all, the sun god Once obtained the immortal certificate of power.

"Since you can't be controlled by me, what's the use of keeping you?"

The mighty power gathered, and there was a rattling sound, and the struggling Damocles sword was crushed by Sigger, which passed down for several epochs, and the mighty sword of the god king was shattered and became real history.

Waving his hand, putting away all the remnants on the river of fate, Sigger's aura disappeared.

And outside the Boya world, the auras of several stalwarts are intertwined here. Sigger and Alexander stepped into the eighth step, which obviously alarmed them, but they didn't really enter the Boya world because someone blocked them the way forward.

"Go back, since the rules have been set, we must abide by them."

Talking softly, thinking about it for a moment, the gentle voice sounded, but under the gentle appearance, it was undeniably domineering.

Hearing this, all the descending eighth ranks fell into silence.

The speaker is just a thought that came, not even a mental body, any of them can be wiped out at will, but the identity of the speaker makes them all unconsciously choose to stop, because it is the void of this void. One of the oldest eighth ranks in the sea is the light of wizard civilization, the master of the twilight of the highest tower Ragnarok, the lord of the twilight, Helios.

If the eighth rank of this void sea should be sorted, then this one is at the forefront of everyone's minds, and even a strong contender for the first rank. Although he is silent now, he is basically not Take another shot, but at the beginning, he was famous in the void sea, and his hands were once stained with the blood of more than one stalwart. Others may forget these things, but these are almost immortal, and they have lived for an unknown period of time. The eighth stage of history will not be forgotten, it can even be said to be vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

"Since His Majesty the Twilight Lord said so, I will wait for the appointed time."

A thought popped up, and the figure of a stalwart disappeared, and with the first one, after a little silence, the rest of the eighth ranks also left one after another. At this time, the promotion of the two eighth ranks was a foregone conclusion, although they could not be said to be afraid The Lord of the Twilight, but after all, he is afraid, and he is unwilling to conflict with the Lord of the Twilight.

"The final moment is coming, and there are literally characters popping up."

After waiting for all the eighth ranks to leave, he turned his gaze to the Boya Great World, and the Twilight Lord let out a sigh.

"Uranus, this is your chance, don't let me down."

A thought popped up, and the aura of the Twilight Lord disappeared.

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