Demon Royal Family

Ivo was not carried away, but calmed down and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"

Abel looked a little lonely, "The secret lock has been opened, and I can no longer resist the call of the place of return."

The soul has no entity and needs something to stay in the main world, just like a lich needs a phylactery and Elencia attached to his bones.

When the object of support is lost, the soul will be called to the place of return, which is the resting place of the soul in this world.

Abel's support was Metos.

But as time goes by, the call of the Land of Return will become stronger and stronger. Abel has been hiding in the secret lock for hundreds or thousands of years. When the secret lock is opened, he cannot resist the call of the Land of Return.

Although the lich is eternal, it is also subject to the constraints of the place of return.

There is no concept of time in the place of return. Everything is frozen, even thinking. There is a proverb circulating in this world: "Death is not the end, the place of return is."

Abel said: "I want to make a deal with you."

"you say."

Abel reached into his head and pulled out a dense ball of light. Countless battle scenes flashed in the ball of light. "This is the understanding and experience of one of my own, Stian Bada's combat skills. I will pass it on to you. I I want you to enter the place of return in the future and take me out of that solidified world."

"Why choose me, because I can control Metos?"

"Not entirely," Abel pointed at the tattoo on the back of Ivo's hand, "I can feel that it is a low-level undead affinity blessing. Although it is very weak, it at least has the initial qualification to enter the land of return.

Ivo was stunned and looked at Alencia's blessing, "Is this rare?"

"At least not often."

Ivo pondered for a while and nodded: "I accept this deal."

Abel laughed loudly and pressed the light ball of inherited experience in his hand between Ivo's eyebrows, and the light ball disappeared into Ivo's mind.

Ivo felt a loud bang in his ears, and scenes of Abel fighting enemies one after another with Metos appeared in his mind. The combat skills he used gradually peeled off, and a large amount of skills and experience were stuffed into his mind out of thin air. Ivo felt his head was swollen. , the huge amount of inheritance information dazzled him.

After a while, Ivo gradually sorted out this inherited memory. The combat skills Abel passed on to him were one of the signature combat skills of Stian Bada - the Stian Bada war dance, spear and shield. Coordinated superb combat skills.

He only felt that his body had more instincts, as if he had practiced this combat technique countless times and had master-level mastery. Although it would feel awkward at first, it was several times more powerful than the High Hammer style that he was best at.

This feeling was indescribable, like suddenly having an extra memory, and Ivo was amazed again and again.

Abel looked down at Ivo: "I am very worried that you have obtained benefits but will not fulfill my requirements."

"Then you have to take a gamble." Ivo shrugged, "I will not make a promise to you, because most of the promises are lies. Since this is a deal, I will fulfill it to the end. I am very contractual."

"It seems that I can only trust you once. I will wait for you at the place of return."

Abel's figure began to fade away. He lowered his head and looked at his spirit body. Knowing that his time was up, he suddenly laughed and said, "Before I leave, I will give you another small gift."

He reached out and tapped Metos.

The next moment, a mysterious pressure came on. Abel's legs began to turn into flying flakes of light, and the disintegration trend soon spread to his face. He smiled and moved his lips slightly, as if he said something. , but couldn't make a sound.

Ivo saw the shape of his mouth. Abel said "I'm waiting for you to save me."

So much happened during this trip to the ruins. The two big figures Augusta and Abel died completely in front of him, and Ivo was deeply moved.

At this time, Metos suddenly lit up with a faint red light, and this red light blended into Ivo's body from his palm.

All the muscles in Ivo's body began to beat, and his physical fitness, which had been improving slowly, soared like a rocket, and a majestic sense of power filled his whole body.

Ivo was extremely surprised: "What's going on?"

Demacia smiled coldly: "Do you really think that guy believed you from the beginning? The epic weapon does not have the approval of the previous owner. Even if it is taken away, it cannot exert its power. The click before Abel disappeared. Motos is truly activated. Before that, as long as one of your answers does not go as he wants, the Motos in your hand will become a weapon that you can never use. This is Abel's back-up plan. Fortunately, in At the last moment, he chose to trust you."

Ivo was speechless. As expected, every big shot is not easy to get along with. Behind the seeming trust, there is always vigilance. Doubts and lies are unbreakable protective colors.

Metos, who was truly activated, began to feed back Ivo, his new master. This could only happen with spiritual weapons and equipment.

The physical fitness rises rapidly, and the bottleneck of the second-level warrior is instantly broken. In the early stage of the third level...the middle stage...the late stage, the speed of physical fitness improvement gradually slows down, and finally stops at the peak level of the third level, leaving only a thin bottleneck before the war song level. .

Ivo clenched his fists, and explosive strength flowed through his muscles. His figure became three centimeters taller again, with a strong back and strong waist, and his physical fitness nearly doubled.

Metos's feedback is equivalent to at least one year of training for Ivo.

The unexpected surprise made Ivo very satisfied. He looked at the panicked Templars in the light curtain and said, "Next, I have a lot of time to spend with you."

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Three days later.

Balzac frowned. There wasn't much food stored in their space ring, and there was nothing edible in Sandhit. The situation was very pessimistic.

Norrington's face was as pale as paper. In the past three days, he had continuously charged the shuttle gate, which had exhausted all his mana and suffered hidden brain injuries. But he had no choice. The shuttle gate was their only hope to leave the ruins.

The shuttle door was once again filled with mana. Norrington activated the shuttle door anxiously. The shuttle door gradually opened, but he became more and more uneasy.

Sure enough, a jet of black lightning fell again. This time, the Templar Knights, who had been well prepared, joined forces to attack the lightning. The sword energy, divine blade, and holy light turned into brilliant light and collided with the jet black lightning.

However, the attack that carried everyone's hope passed through the dark lightning and hit the empty space. The dark lightning shattered the shuttle door without being affected, and the scroll closed again and fell into the dust.

All the night watchmen stared blankly at the sky, as if they had been drained of all hope and were lifeless.

Five days later, the shuttle door was activated again, and the dark lightning shattered it as usual.

Ten days later, the shuttle gate failed again.

Norrington is haggard and has hollow eyes. Compared with half a month ago, he is now as thin as a mummy. He is charging energy for the shuttle door all the time. His body has been completely drained and he can no longer extract any mana. .

Seven days ago, the food reserves finally ran out. Except for the three Judges who were on the verge of despair, all the Templars in the Night's Watch team had starved to death, and the bodies under the silver armor had lost the breath of life.

Jones cried and prayed to heaven, his voice hoarse: "God, what have we done wrong to have to endure this hellish despair?"

Norrington wanted to scold him, but his dry throat could no longer make any sound.

Balzac stood up silently, "This is the deepest desperate situation, a night without any light."

Jones and Norrington looked at him. Balzac picked up the guillotine with trembling hands and stabbed it into the heart with his backhand.

Norrington looked at his body, envious that he no longer had to endure all this.

Jones burst into tears, but there was no moisture in his body that could turn into tears. Norrington was in a trance. After a while, he found that the crying had disappeared. Norrington reluctantly stood up and checked Jones' pulse, only to feel it. There was dead silence.

Norrington sat down slumped, thinking of the culprit who made them die in despair, the man pretending to be Augusta. He howled angrily, wishing to use the most vicious curses to make Ivo suffer all kinds of torture.

Then, he raised his head and exploded his brain.

Bang, the head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the last Templar fell into the dust.

A breeze blew and the sand covered their bodies.

In the incomplete space, Ivo, standing in front of the peeking light curtain, witnessed the death of the last Templar and sighed silently: "I'm sorry."

There is no right or wrong in this world, only life or death.

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