Honkai Summoning

The legend of the Chelsea family has been secretly circulated for thousands of years. This sword has never rusted or changed here, which is enough to explain its extraordinaryness.

"Go ahead, only the blood of our family can make a contract with this sword. Others will only die under the blade of this sword." Chelsea said to Phil.

Phil nodded and walked forward.

"and many more!"

At this moment, the old servant's expression changed greatly, and he suddenly roared. He quickly walked to Phil's side and stopped her from doing so.

"What are you doing?" Chelsea's expression changed slightly.

The old servant clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled, and then suddenly knelt down and kept poking his head toward Chelsea, the heavy voice echoed in the stone room, and within two clicks, the old servant was seen on the forehead Blood.

But he continued to kowtow, his old face was covered with tears.

"What do you mean?" Chelsea seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale, his body swayed, and he almost fell.

"It's a reversal again." Su Mo, who was lying on Phil's head, stretched out a "paw" and patted Phil's little face lightly, "It seems that you are not this woman's daughter. ."

"..." Phil couldn't help covering his face.

As a mature little adult, she has always sneered at the bloody plot, but she didn't expect that there was no bloodiest, only more bloody, she was about to cover her face and cry.

"Phil she, Phil she is my daughter." The old servant's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

This time, it makes sense, why Phil doesn't have the slightest affinity for Chelsea and the others, but has a bit of affinity for this old servant.

Chelsea took a few steps back and leaned back against the wall of the stone room: "I should have thought of that! Why is this child still not close to me after awakening his bloodline memory! Sure enough, you old dog replaced the child in the first place. , so that your child may live, while my child is dead!"

In the end, Chelsea's face has become hideous.

The sad look on the old servant's face also gradually disappeared, replaced by a layer of indifference, the kind of indifference after seeing through the world: "Yes, I did it, but so what? Only the children of you big men can live. Go down? My servant's child can't live?"

He had already seen that Chelsea would never choose to sign a contract with the legendary sword in order to save them. This woman no longer had any "hope" in her eyes.

Some are just resentment and despair, and since this is the case, his resentment for many years will no longer be hidden.

"Little people's counterattacks are actually not bad." Su Mo stretched out his paws and touched Phil's hair, "Actually, if you change the script, when you take revenge, you will say it yourself, it will definitely be hearty, better than anything. Family blood revenge is even more shocking."

"Brother, you really can't comfort people." Phil said helplessly.

"I'm not afraid that you can't figure it out?" Su Mo said. "You think about me... In fact - well, in fact, I have always been an awesome person."

"..."

Phil said, "My brother, I was taught by you. What happened, no matter how bad it is, I can look at it from an outsider's point of view. I really don't care what my identity is. I'm just my brother's Phil. already."

"Well." Su Mo smiled.A humanized smile appeared on the face of a black cat, which was really weird.

"Child." The old servant turned to look at Phil, "Come on, maybe I can hold them back for a while."

"Can't hold it." Phil shook his head.

"Unexpectedly, Chelsea, you actually betrayed me!" With this voice, the stone room was covered with an astonishing chill.

Osido walked in, and every time he stepped on the ground, ice cubes formed and shattered.

After such a delay just now, of course Osido and the others also arrived. Not only did they arrive, but they also heard the fact that Osido was almost mad.

His daughter was actually replaced by this old thing and died long ago.No wonder that little bastard doesn't have the slightest bit of closeness to him!

"I betrayed you? You betrayed me!"

Chelsea roared frantically at Osido who came in, "Without you, I would be like this!" She yanked near her neck, and the delicate human-skin mask fell, revealing a face beyond recognition. Grim face.

"All of this is thanks to you, Osido, I want you to bury our mother and daughter together!"

Chelsea charged towards Océdo, she was already begging for death.

Facing his former wife, Osido's face turned cold, he opened his mouth and let out a cold light, and the ice pick pierced Chelsea's head.

Chelsea's body fell directly to the ground, and one eye was still fixed on Osido.

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"Your family affairs are really complicated." The envoy couldn't help but say at the end.

Based on his experience, after hearing this series of extremely bloody things, he was quite stunned. He felt that he was still quite young, the world was too complicated, and a novice like him could easily roll over in a corner.

Osido did not speak, but looked at the old servant with indifferent eyes.

Oriel was one step behind Ocito, and the muscles on his face were twitching slightly. He never imagined that this old guy, who was usually not showing the landscape and seemed extremely loyal to the Han family, even betrayed the Han family many years ago.

Fortunately, the person who was replaced was not his daughter, otherwise, it would not be Osido but him who was in the cold now.

"Since this kid is not your bloodline," the envoy suddenly thought of something and said.

This sentence was only halfway through, when Oriel's expression changed.

Phil is not Ocdo's daughter, which means that the people the organization needs become his two daughters again.

He exhausted his organs, and even did not hesitate to turn his face with Osido. In the end, this turned out to be the result?

This is totally unacceptable!

Aurier took two steps back imperceptibly, and cautiously stepped out of the stone room.

"Where do you want to go?"

At this moment, Osido turned around and looked at Oriel, who was about to leave, with mockery in his eyes, "Could it be that you want to leave and escape with someone?"

Hearing Osido's words, the envoy also turned to look at Aurier, and shouted: "Do you really want to do this?"

Oriel's face changed, and he immediately put on a serious face: "How is this possible! Why am I fighting against the Holy Envoy for such a trivial matter?"

"It's good that you know, for a small character like you, I can crush you with a single finger." The saint snorted coldly and said proudly.

Oriel's face showed a respectful expression again: "This is natural." In his heart, he was madly scolding this guy for being an idiot.

After getting along on this day, the strength of this holy messenger was almost revealed in the hearts of both Oriel and Osido.

Not to mention the strength of this product is comparable to that of Osido, even if it is compared to Oriel.

A finger to run over something like that - Octo's run over him wasn't bad.

"What are you going to offer to compensate me?"

The holy envoy said, his eyes crossed Osido, and he stared at the broken sword on the round platform in the stone room, his greedy expression was not concealed at all.

The people present were not blind, and even if the lighting in the stone room was not good, it could be seen that the Holy Envoy was moved by the broken sword.

Chelsea's life-guarding secret, as a "turnaround weapon", is definitely not a commonplace.

And it is reasonable and reasonable for the sage to say this.

It doesn't matter if Phil is the bloodline of Osido, he is still doing his own job.Now that the situation has changed, it means that the holy envoy is helping Osido and others to do things. Isn't it normal for him to ask for a little reward?

"This is natural." Osido took another look at Phil. "Actually, this little bastard is also very strong. I think the effect should not be inferior to those of the two little girls."

"Oh, is it?" The envoy responded noncommittally.

"Then I will decide to send this little bastard along with the two little girls, as compensation for you, Lord Envoy?" Osido said a question, but his tone was quite certain.

"I want that sword too."

said the saint.

"Naturally, it also belongs to the Holy Envoy." Osido said.

He is also helpless, even if the strength of this holy messenger is not as good as him, to exaggerate a little, he can really kill this guy with one finger.

But as long as it came from that organization, it was a big man who couldn't easily offend Osido.

Especially with the token in his body, it represents the face of the organization, so Osido must not only spit on his face, but also curry favor.

Even if it is to "backlash", it is a matter of the future, and now there is only one way of forbearance in front of Osido.

"Okay, old dog, you can kill yourself, you are not worthy of being killed by me." Osido looked at the old servant and said.

When he walked in, he used the cold air to condense into an ice wall, blocking another exit in the stone chamber.Otherwise, stand in the same place and let the prey run away?

When a few people were talking just now, the old servant also tried to open the ice wall, but He Nai was unsuccessful.

"My child, I'm sorry for you." The old servant did not look at Osido, but looked at Phil and said.

"...Actually, you can try to make a contract with that sword?" Phil said, "If Chelsea is not telling the truth, maybe everyone can make a contract with that broken sword."

The old servant stayed for a while, thinking of such a possibility.Of course it is more likely that Chelsea are telling the truth, because in that case there is no need for Chelsea to cheat them.

The saint's eyes flickered, and he walked in front of Osido, stretched out his hand and waved it slightly.

He needs the broken sword, and naturally he can't rush to fight for it. Who knows that there must be a very powerful "restriction" near such a thing.

The first person to rush up is often the cannon fodder, and there is no good end. In this case, of course, the cannon fodder must be taken by others.

"it is good!"

The old servant gritted his teeth, glanced at Osido and the others, and walked towards the platform.

This is the only way for him and Phil to survive. Under the "deliberate fulfillment" of Osido and others, of course he will not hesitate.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and there is no point in hesitating.

In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, the old servant stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the broken sword without hindrance.

Then, an ecstatic smile appeared on his old face.

"Stop him!" The saint's expression changed and he shouted loudly, because he should have felt a terrifying aura emanating from the ordinary broken sword.

It was as if the sleeping beast was gradually awakening, about to start a terrifying slaughter.

The original plan of the Holy Envoy was to bring this Broken Sword back to the organization. There are countless capable people in the organization, and it can definitely lift the restriction that Broken Sword can only sign contracts with certain groups of people.

I didn't expect that the woman was telling the truth!

The original cannon fodder suddenly became a vengeful demon, the incarnation of slaughter.

In fact, there is no need for the Holy Envoy. Osido has already shot the moment the old servant picked up the broken sword, and the almost substantive chill poured out of him.

Osido held his right hand in the void, and a blood-colored translucent crystal long knife appeared in front of him, and the long knife crossed a blood-colored afterimage in the stone chamber.

It was not the old servant who just picked up the broken sword, but Phil!

The old servant just got the powerful broken sword, and there will definitely be a period of adaptation. Osido simply shot Phil and forced the old servant to save him.

For a powerful force that does not belong to you, it is not easy to masterly control it. If you are dedicated to fighting, it is okay to say that now you have to protect Phil with both your heart and mind, and it will be a matter of time to reveal flaws.