Chapter 672: Ceremony

"Bishop Daniel, what do you think?"

Outside the villa, the three previous notaries hid in the darkness, quietly watching the lights in the villa.

At this moment, the envoy of Baron Shawshank, a bachelor named Hahn, leaned slightly and asked, "Can the ceremony... be successful? After all, it has failed so many times."

"This, it's hard to say... After all, it's the power of that legendary knight..."

Daniel shook his head: "Didn't we already tell us the result of the previous attempts? It only accepts the blood of the legendary knight, and the requirements are very high... The previous failed examples are right in front of us! "

The two of them were chatting about these issues, but the other notary next to him smiled awkwardly, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and pretend he didn't hear a word.

After all, this kind of secret is not something that someone like him is qualified to hear.

As everyone knows, Bishop Daniel looked at the villa and had other thoughts in his mind: "According to Torello's letterhead, there is something wrong with this rune. I hope I can investigate it in detail. As everyone knows, this inheritance ceremony is the best test method!" '

'The legendary power is enough to discern the soul deeply! Even with a recognized bloodline, if there is a mistake in the soul, he will only be worse than other heirs! '

"I hope it will be successful. This is not only the baron's hope, but other adults are also looking forward to it. The power of the legendary knight who once assisted Duke Stan in establishing the Principality!"

At this moment, Maester Hahn murmured.

"Is it necessary for the war..."

Regarding this, Bishop Daniel knew what he was doing and shook his head.

They knew a part of the truth, that knight Jorah didn't die from a serious disease at all, but simply because of a problem with his inheritance!

The Jorah Knight's family is actually just the person in charge of the ceremony, if they start the succession rashly, they will definitely suffer backlash!

The only reason that prompted him to do so was the pressure from the upper echelons.

Because of this, after the failure, Daniel came here and tried his best to eliminate the influence of the whole thing.

'Once the ceremony starts, it must be stopped by the appearance of the real heir, otherwise... I am afraid that there will be a more terrifying natural disaster of the dead...'

Daniel's mood at this time is also very complicated.

He hoped to find out the difference of that rune, but also hoped to solve everything here.

At this moment, the villa in their eyes suddenly changed.

A layer of dark green flame rose up like a light curtain, instantly covering the entire villa.

In an instant, the villa and everything around it were hidden in darkness, and the outside world could no longer observe any clues.

"here we go……"

Seeing this scene, both Daniel and Hahn lowered their breaths and waited quietly.

...

"Is this... a domain? It is plausible! It's just a weakened barrier..."

Fang Yuan in the villa naturally realized something was wrong immediately.

At this time, he was in the study room, holding a noble family tree in his hand, flipping through the family emblem patterns and noble coats of arms, and couldn't help sighing: "Well... it seems that I have underestimated Knight Jorah a little bit. The family, after all, is also the blood of the nobles, and can even be traced all the way back to a founding knight of the Principality of Stan!"

At the beginning, the first generation of Grand Duke Stan relied entirely on the efforts of a group of knights to open up the foundation of the present Principality.

The knights at that time were rumored to be able to walk in the air, and to be able to separate the earth with a single blow of sword energy. They were legends among legends!

"According to the genealogy records, there are seven such knights in total, known as the 'Legendary Knights', a force resounding across the continent at that time! And the family of the Jola Knights originated from these seven One - Glendon the Hand of Death!"

There are many professional systems in this world, and there is no unified division.

For example, even a fighter who has just condensed the seeds of Dou Qi is definitely stronger than a veteran fighter.

Therefore, it is a joke to generally divide first-level fighters and first-level fighters.

"As far as fighters are concerned, all I know at this moment is that there are only two levels of beginners and attribute fighting qi... but in the memory of that mage, who can stimulate attribute fighting qi can already be called a high-level fighter. The captain of the defense is so easy..."

"Of course, mages are even more powerful, even if they are the most basic ones, they are enough to make them live a luxurious life like nobles..."

"However, what's interesting is that no matter whether it's a fighter, a mage, or even any other extraordinary profession, at a certain stage, it will undergo a strange change like a reborn body, and gain the power of a similar field... This type of person is a small mortal. A group of top experts—legendary! The existence that claims to be the closest to God..."

In fact, in Fang Yuan's view, this type of legendary powerhouse can also be called a domain player.

The only reason why they can't be called gods is entirely because the domain is not strong enough, or in other words, there is no relationship to unite the priesthood!

Only the authority of the priesthood bestowed by the world can make the domainers truly extraordinary and gods!

This is the way of the true God in this world!

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but glance at his attribute bar:

"Name: Lu En (Fang Yuan)

Fine: 3.0 (200)

Gas: 3.0 (200)

God: 5.0 (200)

Occupation: Fighter

Repaired as:? ? ?

Skill:? ? ?

Specialties: Medicine [Level 3], Implantation [Level 6] (full level), Fiery Eyes [Level 3], Sealed Body [Ultimate Form]"

"At this time, I really have a long way to go from being a god."

Fang Yuan sat on a chair, drinking slightly cooled black tea, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

"Grandon, the Hand of Death, is a legendary powerhouse who has spread throughout the Principality of Stan, and one of his heirs is the Jorah Knight lineage!"

"Now it seems that this lineage may still be a direct descendant, inheriting some mysteries!"

He looked at the surrounding walls.

At this time, under the influence of some unknown energy, the entire villa was covered with a layer of dark green brilliance, and the surrounding world was dimmed, and among the shadows, it seemed to overlap with an unknown plane.

"The power of the domain? It is specious... At best, it is a pseudo-domain, but a certain interface has been opened, and it overlaps with another small plane?"

Fang Yuan thought quickly.

With such an ability, Jorah, a little knight, obviously couldn't do it. The only possibility was Glendon, the hand of death.

"There is some power left over, why is it turned on at this time?"

He immediately thought of the misfortune of the Jorah knight and the bleak experience of several heirs: "Could it be that there are some organizations and forces that have taken a fancy to the power left by Glendon, and even... are preparing to manufacture 'humanoid weapons'?"

Obviously, the inheritance of power must have conditions, and 80% of them are limited bloodlines.

Therefore, those pretenders will let him arrive here smoothly and accept the inheritance.

"There is no reason not to eat the meat delivered to your door!"

With a smile on the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth, he came to the edge of the wall and stroked the wall with his palm.

There was a tingling feeling in the cold.

Many dark green colors converged, becoming deeper and deeper, and finally even a dark cave emerged.

"To be able to fix the magic circle to such an extent and last for such a long time, Glendon may not be the only one who arranged it back then..."

Fang Yuan stepped out one step at a time, and his body sank into the cave.

Boom!

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

This is a bloody battlefield, many soldiers fell to the ground densely, blood flowing horizontally.

And an army holding a red lion flag is in the final confrontation with a group of barbarians.

"The red lion flag, this is the official office symbol of the Principality of Stan... And, is this scene the battlefield of the founding battle of the Principality in history?"

Fang Yuan looked at himself, and saw that at some point, he had changed into metal armor and was riding on a tall steed. Opposite him was a group of barbarians with blue camouflage on their faces. There was a ferocious atmosphere of the barbaric era.

"for freedom!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the opposite camp.

The tens of thousands of barbarian troops immediately charged noisily.

"Cavalry attack!"

In the same hysterical order, many knights clamped their legs, and the horses galloped out like sharp arrows off the string. The knights armed to the teeth, like iron cans, raised their several-meter-long knight spears one after another. .

Unfortunately, Fang Yuan found that he and a group of knights around him were the spearhead of this group of knights, at the forefront of the battlefield!

"charge!"

Rumble!

The next moment, two long black lines slammed into each other fiercely, and flesh and blood flew all over the place.

The power of the cavalry's charge easily tore apart the formation of ordinary barbarians, but some unlucky ones were swept off their horses and trampled into flesh.

"Iron Knight...die!"

In front of Fang Yuan, a barbarian giant almost as tall as two people roared and swung the hammer in his hand.

boom!

One knight and his horse were smashed into meat paste, and the other was caught by him, and the whole person was thrown into the sky, falling to death alive.

After these two unlucky people died, it immediately became Fang Yuan's pressure to face this person.

"This is definitely not an ordinary barbarian!"

Fang Yuan looked solemn.

From the other party, he even felt the breath of a true saint!

"The legendary strongman among the barbarians?"

Thinking of this, he abandoned the spear without hesitation, and raised the knight's long sword at his waist.

clang!

Almost in the next instant, a hammer pierced through the air, and the force of the vibration made him feel that his internal organs were somewhat displaced, and the horse under his seat neighed and fell to his knees.

"Grandon!"

Among the knights next to them, a few knights rushed over immediately.

"Grandon?!"

Fang Yuan was startled when he heard this: "I am Glendon the Hand of Death? That legendary knight who founded the country?"