I, the Heir of Heroes

"I give you the power to dominate your own tribe or even race. This power is powerful enough to rival most of the upper races you can imagine. I can't predict whether this power will be your new hope or the cause of your complete defeat. , so I decided to put the choice in your hands."

"This power can greatly improve the essence of your life. From then on, your tribe will not worry about food, territory, or disasters. Of course, you may be exposed to the sight of the gods , completely stepped onto the front stage of this ancient war. Being captured, dissected, and slaughtered are all very likely to happen."

"However, the premise of all this must be based on your aptitude to control this power—this power, it is powerful and dark, terrifying and pure, it will erode your soul when you relax, When you are desperate, your body decays... Maybe, the moment you accept this power, you have changed from being the dominant to the dominated, and turning into unconscious scum to live in the world. I don’t like that kind of appearance, so The moment you fall into that state, I will strike and destroy you."

Jia Luo stated calmly. When hearing the words [destroy] and so on, Ling's fragrant shoulders trembled because of fear.

"While you have a glimpse of my essence, I can see your inner desire - your desire to have a strong support, and a solid backing... Now, the opportunity is in front of your eyes. This is Pandora's box, this is destined Represents the power of [evil]. After opening this box, everything you have will become mine as a price."

Jia Luo ignored the stagnation of breathing, and stared at his young girl with wide eyes.

Unable to understand the surprise in the other party's heart, which seemed to be smashed from the sky by a big prize, Jia Luo just withdrew his palm with a complicated expression, and then spread his palm upward in front of Ling.

Runes representing knowledge and taboos emerged from under the skin, frantically flocking to Jia Luo's palm as if they had gained life.

The dense distortion turned into a vortex of the abyss, and the rune named [Forbidden] penetrated Jia Luo's muscles and bones.

The sky gradually darkened.

This is the sight of the light being swallowed.

The huge elf fluctuations shook the space, dislocating everyone's vision.

The orcs all raised their foreheads, and they stared at the miracle in front of them with dumbstruck eyes.

Jia Luo didn't need to answer, and Ling knew it too.

Swallowing saliva subconsciously, Ling shook her ears, staring at the mighty power within reach.

—Why hesitate?

She thought so.

—it can't get any worse than it used to be, can it?

Smiling relievedly, the little orc girl raised her hands, and in the next moment, her delicate palms decisively held Jia Luo's fingers, seizing the opportunity given by the gods.

The rotation of the world stopped at the moment of contact.

The darkness then engulfed the figures of the two of them.

[Spiritual Essence Appearance——]

[Connection conduction——]

[Pseudo-godhead construction completed——]

[Godhead Penetration——]

[Penetration completed——]

In the boundless space, time has been slowed down countless times.

Standing up from the ground with complicated emotions, feeling the connection between the two parties, Jia Luo stared at the girl floating in front of him with her sleeves flapping.

"From now on, your body, your soul, your glory, your will, everything about you will no longer belong to you. But welcome to my world, fox—no, my witch. "

"May your martial fortune prosper under the radiance of the sun."

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At the beginning of this book, I supplemented some skills and treasure body systems of the protagonist in the past six thousand years, which were basically compiled by myself based on history, and kept as original as possible.

Chapter 60 The City of the Flügel, the Throne of the God of War

There was only a slight sound of wind blowing by my ears, but the red clouds all around to the end of the sky were retreating crazily.Standing on the back of the dragon spirit, staring forward with a little lax eyes, Jia Luo's thoughts are obviously not focused on the place he is about to arrive.

The dependents in charge of the seven prohibitions are far from being as simple as imagined.

Subordinate?child?Relatives and friends? ...

What kind of adjectives should be used to describe the relationship between them? Even the current Jia Luo cannot clearly express it.

The connection is one-way, but the influence is two-way.

As the host of power, the fox who is now a witch will get closer to Jia Luo as the source as time goes by.

Taking dedicating her own body as her goal, and turning the will of dedicating herself into an ideal... The more she uses the power that does not belong to her, the closer she will be to the essence of Jia Luo.Until the life dissipates and the soul disintegrates, this change is irreversible before death.

At the same time, the fox whose memory and thinking are extremely transparent to Jia Luo no longer has any secrets to speak of.Feeling the prayers and thoughts from the other side of the ground all the time, and the "bad" thoughts filled with ignorance, he always has an indescribable headache.

Perhaps——they shouldn't have appeared there in the image of their fellow beastmen in the first place.

However, the attempt on a whim is far from regrettable in terms of results.

At least Jia Luo also understood that Jane must be strictly rejected in the selection of this kind of family in the future.Regardless of the bottom line, the other party should also be a good quality opposite sex.

If it's the same sex...impossible.

Galo twitched the corner of his mouth.

The fox with the appearance of [-] or [-] years old has already shown a little youth and coquettishness in the future. She must control her own destiny and she will be able to bloom more brilliance in the near future.

Recalling the true legend in his memory, when Angora Mainyu descended into heaven and became a human being, Jia Luo couldn't help sighing.

"I'm not counting it as cheating before marriage?"

The concept from the modern metropolis conflicts with the historical traditions of the past and present, and Gallo has nothing to do about it.