Path of The Dragonborn

"Um... Damn... Who are you... With the power of ancient relics, you still can't..."

"It doesn't matter who I am, what is important is that you are about to die." Regardless of the panic of the person in front of him, Nirevain swung his sword blankly. In an instant, the body, which was originally dilapidated, fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

"...Is that so? What are you doing?" The cave where Nirewa was now was full of blood. That was the result of the killing he started a few minutes ago.

"This lord..." The men in the church priest's clothes looked at each other, and the tone of their words was incredibly religious. They had too many doubts about the people who had just met from unknown sources a few days ago, but the accumulation of performance in the past few days allowed them to completely dispel all doubts and turned into a kind of piety and fanaticism. .

There is no reason for him, just because this man is so powerful. Those monsters that look terrifying and terrifying are just like a slapstick in the hands of the man in front of them, and they are easily resolved into intangibles—the gesture of ease is even better than that of the big sister. , This is the only thought these few regular knights have in the past few days.

"That's the ancient relic you need, right?" Nirevain ignored the whispers of several knights on the side. He pointed to the place where the man he killed just now stood - along with the monster that had turned into a deformed monster. The man died of blood splatter, and the staff emitting a faint light also appeared abruptly on the ground.

"Ah, that's right." The few horsemen remembered the main purpose of the action and hurriedly surrounded them. At the same time, strange artifacts appeared in their hands, or they recited church-specific French.

"This is probably the last one, right?" Nerevain looked at everyone busy there, thinking boredly.

When I came to the door, the woman who was called the "chief" by the people here looked at herself with an expression on her face, and Nirevain also felt that after she came to this unheard of before, This is the first existence that can make him feel "worth a fight" in a real sense.

Of course, after expressing his intentions again and again, even if his guard was relaxed, the guy named Ain Sernat still had quite a sense of vigilance towards him. Until I met with the highest authority here, the archbishop.

"This is the last thing I can do for you... It's better to say why I did this, I don't know." Even if he said that, Nerevain understood it deeply and inherited it. The youth of the Dragonborn might not be able to make good use of it. Therefore, he also needs to win a good hand for him.

No, not for him, just for the power that one's former best friend once possessed not to be wasted by him, or to embark on the wrong path... only.

The archbishop seems to be able to communicate with the gods of this world. As for the gods of this world—it seems to be called the "Goddess of Sky", he naturally knows nothing. But it seems that the content of the transaction itself is not difficult.

The "Star Cup Knights" is responsible for collecting dangerous ancient relics left in the world. But after all, they have limited manpower, and the "association" that is active in the dark and fighting against them has now entered the stage of awakening and active, so they can't take it lightly. Therefore, it is inevitable that there are some dangerous tasks, because they can't find the right person to perform, they can only drag and drop, and drop. Even the most powerful "Red Obsidian" Ain in the Starcup Knights cannot divide himself into several parts at the same time to track several different tasks. Moreover, as the commander-in-chief, she couldn't be easily dispatched. Therefore, due to the appearance of this powerful thug, Nireva just solved the urgent need of the Knights at the moment.

For such an arrangement, Nirevain was naturally happy to do it. There are many things he is good at, but what he is best at is always fighting - especially in the current situation, where he only needs to work hard, and he does not need to arrange any other tasks to simply show his strength. What's more, with the church as a guarantee, he can no longer suppress the forces that do not belong to this world, and thus vent to his heart-no matter how it looks, it is a win-win transaction.

Therefore, Nerevain is responsible for bringing the Knights to sweep and recover these intractable ancient relics everywhere, in order to alleviate the urgent needs of the church at this moment; on the contrary, the church will also agree to Nerevain’s proposal Some conditions-this is the content of the transaction.

"The recovery is complete, this is the last one." The knights' pious voices pulled Nervain's thoughts back to reality. That seemingly dangerous staff has been tightly wrapped by the knights with a professional starter.

"Thank you," he said politely. At least for now, let's pretend to be a better attitude for the time being-although he actually doesn't care about these people, after all, there will be no intersection in the future.

"You are." The leading star cup knight said with some emotion. The time of the past few days is simply dreamlike for him-he never thought that someone could be able to do so in such a short time. Dispose of all the ancient relics, "Well, would you take the liberty to ask? Some of us have always been ignorant of your identity... May I ask you and the chief...?"

"Ah..." Nireva stunned, and then replied: "I have nothing to do with her...but...well...you know your archbishop."

This answer can't be regarded as a lie... Nirevain thought to himself. Anyway, these knights shouldn't be able to ask the archbishop personally to understand, he thought. As for how the knights would have different ideas because of this... it doesn't matter to him.

"Bernardo...hehe, I can only do so much. Is your choice correct? Will he really do what you want, whether he inherited your strength, and whether he can truly be himself Choose your own life... I don’t know who can know."

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"Chairman, are you looking for me?" In the Great Church of Code Nation, a lovely girl in a nun's dress said respectfully and suspiciously to Ain.

"Lis... have you been in the training base for the past few years?" Ain asked kindly, looking at the girl in front of him.

"Very good...Thanks to the general manager's teaching, the courses there can be said to be easy for me." The girl said quite proudly.

"Really... That's good, but..." Ain said jokingly after seeing the girl's somewhat convulsive look: "If your infinite stomach can constrict a little, it would be better."

It was also at this time that Liz was clutching her stomach, and there was another grunt of protest.

"This...this is also the proof of my lack of cultivation...well..." Seeing the uncontrollable smile on Ain's face, she couldn't speak anymore, so she lowered her head to prevent Ain from seeing herself. Looks embarrassed.

"Hahaha... this is not the same, it hasn't changed." Ain's tears almost burst out with a laugh, "He should be very happy to see you like this."

"He?" Liz raised her head questioningly.

"Yeah... it's the one you've always wanted to see again." Ain stopped laughing, "Kevin Graham... my secret trump card, the "fifth" who took office not long. "