"You can't do every battle on behalf of others."

A familiar and gentle voice came from the depths of the deep void and reached Joshua's mind. He smiled softly and persuaded helplessly: "Everyone has his own trial, and this is Brandon's. Joshua, you must believe in the power and belief of your comrades, and he can solve this problem."

“…Sage?”

If it weren't for the master who heard this voice, Joshua would never have stopped his assault, but since he already knew the other party's identity, it would be a bit unnecessary to continue to take action. Standing in the air, Joshua looked down at the earth. On the pale snow field, the dark and dirty resentment field was rapidly expanding, and now it has become a huge quagmire occupying a vast area of ​​several kilometers. Countless hideous giant beasts and monsters struggled in it, venting his evil resentment and anger, causing all things around to be distorted.

If it were not for the advice of the sage, Joshua would never allow such an unstable factor to act recklessly in his territory. What's more, if no one prevented the spread of this field, at the speed of this quagmire of resentment, it could spread to the surroundings of the densely populated main city in less than ten minutes, swallowing up and polluting most of the satellite city construction circle, causing a disaster with casualties of at least 100,000 people. Part of the resentment that the sages had borne in the past had such a terrifying power.

But the voice is right. He can't fight on behalf of everyone. Everyone has their own responsibilities. Since this is a trial for the double-blade holder of order, the warrior will not intervene, but will wait for his friends to return victoriously.

"However, if the safety of civilians is threatened, I will still take action."

Speaking softly in his mind, Joshua answered the voice of the sage: "As long as this filthy realm spreads to the surroundings of the main city, I will completely erase it. At the current rate, it is estimated to be about ten minutes, which can be regarded as a test for Brandon."

"You won't be able to get a cell phone."

The gentle voice did not explain too much, and he seemed to believe in the blonde swordsman: "Look, Joshua."

As the words of this suspected saint slowly fell, a chaotic craze suddenly swelled in the deep dark quagmire. Thousands of monsters roared in unison in this dirty field and roared silently. In the center of these monsters that were becoming increasingly restless and seemed to be about to survive, Brandon's figure seemed to be completely swallowed up by the darkness without any reaction. Joshua flew with the wave forward, and he watched indifferently as the demons quickly expanded the boundaries of the dirty field. Time passed by minute by minute, and he fulfilled his promise without any intention of helping. Until nearly ten minutes passed, the boundaries of this field were about to reach the villages and towns around the main city of Moldavia, he clenched his fists and prepared to gather strength and stop it.

But at this moment, the dark field suddenly stopped its expansion. The black wave of resentment on the edge was about to shoot at a forest covered with frost and snow, but it was frozen in place as if it had been stopped. Then, at the center of the field, two bright and pure sword lights lit up in the deepest darkness, tearing apart the gloomy black mist of resentment, and showing a tired figure in front of the warrior.

"Thank you, Joshua!"

Brandon, who had tried his best in the spiritual space, finally broke free from the resentment curse of countless monsters and evil beasts, was surrounded by almost endless and wailing soul fragments. He waved his swords hard to shatter and wiped out the resentment around him one by one. After doing this, the swordsman raised his head and looked at Joshua high in the sky. He showed a tired but pure smile: "Next, let me leave it!"

At this time, Brandon's eyes were flashing with a dark blue light. It was a talent that had been born with death and resentment since his childhood. This was an eye that could directly look at destruction and nothingness. Using this power, the blonde swordsman glanced at the countless resentful monsters in front of him. These seemingly powerful beings were full of gaps and black spots representing "death" and "destruction". There was no doubt that if these monsters were their original bodies, then Brandon could not defeat them no matter how hard he tried his best. However, now all the illusory soul fragments in the dark realm were illusory soul fragments. In this way, it would not be difficult for the swordsman to destroy them.

After a moment of breathing and recovering a little physical strength, Brandon held the hilt of the sword tightly, then stepped out, turning into a blue-gray light toward the endless monsters surging in the mud. Around the light, silver-white sword lights intertwined, like jumping arcs of light. Wherever the arc passed, whether it was the violent sea monster or the strange multi-legged monster, they were completely destroyed without leaving any fragments.

"I didn't have such a trial back then."

Seeing Brandon fighting against many resentful monsters in the dark realm, Joshua couldn't help but frown and complained with dissatisfaction: "It's not a good thing to be favored by one and the other."

"On average people will not take the initiative to pursue such a difficult trial. What's more, you are a legend now, and no matter how hard you are, it's nothing to you."

The gentle voice smiled, and then patiently explained: "The Double Blade of Order is the only weapon among the relics left by the sages back then. It is used to kill and suppress evil things, without any other elements, so holding it requires more tests than others."

"People who hold the double-edges of order must not be hindered by this little resentment. Even if they cannot control them, they must suppress them. If Brandon cannot accomplish this, the double-edges will seal themselves and wait for the next successor who meets the requirements."

“What a demanding requirement.”

Even though he said so, Joshua didn't think it was wrong at all. He even nodded, looking as if it were right. But then the warrior realized that something was wrong: "Wait... aren't you a sage?"

According to the other party's words just now, he could of course hear the small difference in grammar.

"Of course I'm not." After a pause, the gentle voice replied slowly, confused and confused, "I am the inheritance spirit condensed from part of my own memory. That's all, how could it be a great sage... You are the inheritor of the Sky Blue Pearl and should have had contact with my kind. Why do you still have such questions?"

wrong.

At this time, Joshua had no intention of observing Brandon who was fighting on the ground. He frowned and looked at his palm. In the palm of his palm that was faintly flowing with a thin silver light, there was a small crown mark, which was the power left over from the former Sky Blue Pearl.

This is completely different!

Recalling the scene when he first came into contact with the fantasy of the sages in the Sky Blue Pearl, Joshua's heart was still a little shaken. What he saw at that time was definitely not the current inheritance spirit, but the real "Childhood of the sages" form! Whether it is posture, language, demeanor or strength, the illusion in the Sky Blue Pearl is countless times stronger than the gentle voice now. This is undoubtedly the difference between the authentic and the inheritance spirit, but why?

Why did what he saw at the beginning be a true part of the sages, and the two blades of order are just created spirits of inheritance?

The memories flashed quickly. From the beginning, when Joshua first met with the sages in the Ural Fortress, he recalled the memories of the world of Grantia. Joshua was extremely convinced that it was indeed the memory of the true sages in the past, and it could even be said to be part of the other party, rather than the shadow he created. When he was transporting the world heritage of Grantia into the world of Karlis, the power of the sages among the four inheritances helped him fulfill his wishes.

"Wait, it seems that it is that time!" I found something wrong. Joshua looked back at the scene in his mind: when he returned to the Mycrov continent with the spark from the Grantia world, the remaining power of the sages among the four inherited objects helped him move the remnants into the Karlis world. After that, the four forces disappeared. Joshua originally thought that they had consumed too much, so he returned to the inherited objects to nourish them. But now it seems that the real power of the sages should have completely left, and replaced it with this specious inherited spirit.

I felt that my hometown had recovered the flames and was sure that my inheritor had the strength to protect himself and could leave the swagger and live independently, so I took back my strength?

After a little understanding of the sage's thoughts, Joshua remained silent. For some reason, he was a little disappointed. The warrior had thought that one day, perhaps he could still ask for advice on the sage's past illusions among other inheritance objects, but now it seems that it is not possible. Even if the inheritance spirit has power, it will never be comparable to the power of a real sage.

It seems that there is no way to truly meet the sages, the legendary figure.

Because of this unexpected discovery, Joshua could only look at Brandon on the ground with some loss and fight against many resentful monsters. On the earth, the swordsman's skills were extremely superb. Even when facing several powerful ancient evil creatures whose power was not weaker than him, he could maintain an invincible situation. In addition, he had a demonic eye that could directly stare at death. As long as he caught the flaw, no matter how powerful the residual soul of the monster would be destroyed and dissipated invisible. But now Brandon was almost exhausted, and even with his extremely strong warrior's physical strength, he could only pant and lose his breathing rhythm.

If there were no accidents, then Brandon would not be able to kill all the resentful monsters by himself.

Joshua made some estimation, then shook his head: "He spent too much power in the illusion at the beginning, but in the real world, he lacked the physical strength to completely destroy the enemy. It seems that this trial may be failure."

The Spirit of the Inheritance did not reply. Joshua didn't care. Although he was willing to help his friends, this was exceptional. Perhaps Brandon now does lack the accumulation of his previous life and is not enough to become the true inheritor of the Double Blade of Order. So what if he waits for a few more years? Although the Double Blade of Order will seal it on its own and choose the next inheritor, who said that Brandon cannot continue to be the next one?

Failure is nothing, it may even be a catalyst for growth.

For some reason, in Joshua's vision, Brandon, who was fighting hard with many demon souls in the dark realm, gradually overlapped with a white flame demon who was fighting wits and courage in the abyss. The warrior thought it was an illusion at first, but then he reacted that this was the power of steel resonance with Syndicate again. At this time, the flame demon was able to escape easily under the pursuit of many demons. He could even kill one or two leading powerful demons in the middle as a supplement to his own strength. It always thanked the "horrifying demon" in his heart piously for the knowledge and power given to it by the "horrifying demon".

The information transmission was turned off with some amusingness. Joshua continued to look down at Brandon fighting the remnants of the souls, but after a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the sky, with a light called surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, there is also the resonance of the power of steel!"

He murmured in a low voice, then burst into laughter excitedly. The warrior raised his right hand, clenched his fists, and the power of the Soul-burning King, which represents the inheritance of the sages, was flashing rapidly, and even caused a trace of flame like a ceramic crack on Joshua's right hand to appear. Joshua didn't care at all. He continued to look at the sky. The light in his red pupils seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier of the world, looking directly at the multiverse.

The King of Soul Burning is the power to burn flames and reshape the world order. It originates from the initial fire, but it is closely related to the power of steel. This is directly from the inheritance power of the sages that are now rooted in the body of Joshua, sharing weal and woe with him. With this warrior, he got a trace of inspiration. He mobilized most of the steel power in his body without hesitation to resonate with the source of the King of Soul Burning and the power of the sages.

The powerful force was released from Joshua's body, and even slowly melted the snow within a radius of dozens of kilometers. The entire Moldavian tribe became warmer, as if it had come from deep winter to spring. The spirit of the warrior was also similar to a cross-border communication syndicate, but the sense of hardship was a million times stronger than before, breaking through a white light and reaching the other end of the multiverse.

He saw a figure composed of the purest light.

The figure stood in the dark void, and against the surging light of the demon tide, moving towards the other side of the multiverse. Countless evil things in darkness only existed in the depths of the void passed by it, but could not hurt him at all. Beside this figure, the distance between thousands and hundreds of worlds was crossed in an instant, including the destruction of the world and the rebirth of the world, but these could not attract the other party to stop and watch.

However, now, it seems that he has noticed something. This human figure slowly stopped even if the world is born and died. It was not because of anything else, but because He felt the peeping from his hometown, which was the peeping that He had been waiting for for thousands of years but had not appeared.

Turning his head, He smiled and looked at the void, and on the other end of the multiverse, Joshua also stared at the void calmly, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

A moment, only a moment.

At this moment, Joshua could see that in the direction the light human form was moving forward, the brightest place in the multiverse, the light of existence comforted the worlds, which was the source of the initial fire, but at the place where the light of the origin of sentient beings occurred, there were spots like sunspots disappearing, and the great demon tide sweeping across the world was thriving, as if to drive out the darkness that blocked the light.

After a moment, the fragile link was interrupted. Qiao Xiuya, who could only maintain a moment of effort, took a step back slowly and almost couldn't maintain the flight in the air. However, even though he was so tired, he did not look at all painful, but instead looked happy.

“I saw ‘Ho.”

Joshua murmured to himself: "He is still on that 'way' and has no stop."

Although he knew nothing but that, and he had no communication with Him, for some reason, Joshua suddenly became full of motivation, which was a power that had not appeared for a long time since he rekindled the flames of the Mycrov world.

Being able to see means being able to chase. Being able to chase means one day he will be able to catch up. And the same should be true for the sages. This person joined forces with the gods to save the entire world from destruction and left behind many inherited objects. He must also look forward to the latecomers who can keep up with him and stand shoulder to shoulder with Him.

With his head down, Joshua looked at the dark realm of Brandon's battle, but to his surprise, the blonde swordsman who could only barely remain undefeated, got a force from somewhere, and was like a killing machine to suppress the remaining evil things. If there was no accident, this trial that seemed to have failed seemed to be completely over in a few minutes.

Scandals around, the warrior nodded, and he got the answer: On the edge of the dark field not far away, the purple-haired countess was bringing his two daughters to the battlefield. The warrior could vaguely hear the "Come on Dad!" Such a tender and passionate voice, the power that suddenly surged out of Brandon's body immediately had a reasonable source.

"Some cliché." The voice of the inheritance spirit appeared again, and he sounded quite happy: "Isn't it?"

“It’s a little bit.”

Indeed, whether it is to fight against evil gods, save the world, sacrifice yourself, seal the land full of malicious intentions for life, or leave a heritage, allowing the faith of sentient beings to pass on from generation to generation, these are all developments that are so clichéd that they cannot be more orthodox and so orthodox that they cannot be more orthodox.

Joshua looked at this scene, and the blonde swordsman burst out with a force far beyond his usual life under the urge of family affection. He was silent for a while, and then smiled and said softly: "But, I like it very much."

This is enough.
Chapter completed!