Why do you want to call me

"Teacher, the student has a question."

"speak."

"How did this drop of God's blood fall on the stone seat?"

"..."

"Or someone hurt the mighty god."

"..."

Under the student's question after question.

The teacher was silent, his brows were tightly knit together.

Yea, the gods of great power.

How can it be hurt?

But he didn't think about these issues deeply.

Because to the teacher, the gods are a heavy burden to him.

The curse that followed like a shadow was the fate that he wanted to get rid of all his life.

"Teacher, student... thought of a possibility."

The student's face does not seem to have traces left by the years, and looks very young.

Doesn't look like someone in their 200s.

This is very obvious in contrast to the teacher's face full of grooves.

He looked at the back of the life-leading figure from behind, and said with a little hesitation.

"The songs that are sung may well be true."

The teacher's figure paused for a moment, then continued to observe and experiment around the blood of God.

"The father nicknamed them Titans, and the great god hates all his children."

"She said that these seedlings are desperately growing."

"One day, they will be punished for this..."

The low-voiced ballad drifts across the desolate and vast desert.

The wind and sand in the distance whimpered softly, and then echoed.

The bones as high as mountains stood silently, like a crowd of worshipers.

"That's how the teacher sang the ballad, isn't it?"

"Ah."

Facing the student's question, the teacher was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice.

"Teacher, I have made some discoveries along the way."

"Why do you want to suppress the mysterious power in the ruins, or in this small world?"

"Perhaps it's because the body of the Titans is invincible, so they want to abolish the mysterious power of the enemy."

"It's like we can't use it at all now, so that the flesh can take advantage."

"But teacher..."

"Don't you think this is more like a cage for something than a trap?"

The student lowered his head, looked carefully at the pattern on the stone seat, and said in a calm voice.

There was no wave in his tone, but a trace of sympathy and pity could still be heard.

"In the larger kingdoms and empires, there are such rooms."

"It is surrounded by various formations, protecting it without leaking a trace of air."

"The materials used to make the room are all kinds of rare treasures."

"Inside is a barren space that has been drained of mysterious factors, with a formation to suppress mystery."

"Nothing can break from the inside."

The teacher looked enlightened, he knew what the students wanted to say.

"That's a confinement room specially used to detain warlocks."

"Teacher, don't you look at this ruins like a confinement room?"

"Sturdy manufacturing materials, surrounded by numerous formations, a space to suppress mysterious power..."

"It's just that it looks like a castle."

The student raised his eyes and moved to the vast desert.

Huge deep bones replace the borders of desert and sky.

"Teacher, it's obvious what this ruin is used to imprison."

The teacher's breathing was suddenly a little short, but he didn't lose his composure completely.

He stared coldly at the helpless God's Blood.

It still exudes an extremely attractive.

The radiant light seems to have not diminished a bit after thousands of years of time.

"Teacher, the Titans, the descendants of the gods, are indeed a bunch of bad boys."

"They want to imprison their father."

"And it has been put into action."

"But they obviously underestimated the power of the gods."

"Sitting on the stone seat, the god finally found out that his child had rebelled against her."

"So she got angry."

"All preparations have no effect on her, including the space used to limit the mysterious power."

"The gods turned the sky into a blade and crucified the body and soul of the Titan."

The student talked eloquently, as if he had witnessed the shocking scene before his eyes.

And he was just telling the story.

The teacher wasn't offended that the students revealed the Titan's ugly face.

"Karman, you are wrong."

"It's not that preparation doesn't work for her, it's that it's too small."

"The titans succeeded in wounding their father."

Turning his eyes away from the blood of God, the student shook his head slightly after hearing this, and immediately understood.

That's right, if not.

Where can the gods leave a drop of her blood?

However, what the students said was not just to expose their shortcomings, but also to persuade their teachers.

He can do anything for the teacher.

But he didn't want his father-like teacher to die because of this.

The blood of the gods can never be used by the descendants of the titans, because it contains the angry will of the gods.

And the curse on the teacher also came from her.

Unless, another way...

Chapter 190 Two, in the body of a human, carrying the blood of God

"Cough cough!"

Facing the intrusion of wind and sand, Jack covered his mouth and nose to prevent anything from pouring in.

Why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden?

He struggled to keep his body balanced against the wind.

Countless sand blows on Jack's body, causing him great pain.

Let's say that after he came out of the dark cave, he came to a desert.

When he looked back, the hole disappeared in place, as if it had never appeared before.

Jack couldn't be shocked for long, though.

Because I don't know when a frenzied gale was set off.

It was very difficult for Jack to even move a step now.

He can only stay here, waiting for the wind and sand to pass.

But the wind got bigger and bigger, and even Jack was blown up.

His body rolled in the direction of the wind.

Jack closed his eyes tightly, only the roaring sound in his ears.

Meanwhile, on the stone pedestal, the student makes a proposal to the teacher.

"Teacher, I am willing to carry the blood of God with my own body."

Because God's Blood seems to be starting to become more and more unstable.

It is constantly moving, as if echoing something.

Looking at the resolute face of his student, the teacher was about to frown and shake his head.

But the student suddenly took a few steps towards the blood of God, and then turned back reluctantly.

"Teacher, I know that you want to use the blood of God to remove the curse on you."

"But you must know better than me what will happen if you bear the blood of God."

"That's the result I don't want to see."

"Now the blood of God can't be brought back for research, and time is running out, so let me be the experimental subject."

"You have been very good to me, and I have nothing in return for you."

"Today I have to abandon this body..."

The teacher opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the figure of his student approaching the blood of God.

He could no longer hear Kaman's words behind him.

Because the huge roar resounded through the entire space, a frantic storm was set off in this desert.

The student's finger has touched the blood of God.

It seemed to resist, but was held firmly by the student.

The palm of the hand has been melted, and the flesh and blood are molded into the lake, and there is a faint smell of the lake.

Countless blood was evaporated on the spot by the scalding temperature before dripping down.

But the student didn't show any pain, just smiled at the teacher faintly.

Then the blood of God blended with his blood.

It is like a torrent in the student's body, washing wantonly along the blood vessels.

The nature of God permeated every inch of his muscle, every cell.

Students seem to feel that their strength is growing rapidly.

His body seemed to wake up from a long deep sleep, breathing heavily.

But in the human body, to bear the blood of God.