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Chapter 163: The Deep Sorrow (31): The Trial of the Heir

"Loka, I feel that the picture on the wall... If it were described at the beginning, the present might be the future fantasized by Ivan Twenty-second generation." "The Future" frowned and speculated.

"Do you mean that Ivan Twenty-second trusts the Dragon Clan? Or do you want to create a Dragon Clan legion after the recovery? I heard from the elder brother "Ice Blade" that Ivan Twenty-second had neither a unique favorable impression of the Dragon Clan nor was it very bored, otherwise Adaroni would have been released from Serner Prison long ago." Loka analyzed.

"Not necessarily." "The Future" smiled subtly:

"As the highest administrators of a great empire, they usually learn the mysticism of the Khitan Rises. Those Orientals always associate the emperor with the gods, and create a high-level image by deliberately hiding the appearance of the emperors and reducing their connections with those except the Supreme Secretary Group and grassroots managers.

"The thinking of the supreme managers cannot be easily speculated by people, otherwise their leadership influence will be weakened, which will affect the prestige of managers and lead to the constraining of policies. In fact, gods, especially ancient gods, follow this idea.

"You don't know what kind of behavior will anger the gods, and how much the acceptance of the power of darkness will lead to the collapse of will. In this way, we will regard evil spirits as dangers and dirty things and refuse to contact them. When facing unknown dangers, humans will instinctively fear and retreat."

"So, the 'future', in this way, the ancient gods can ensure that their realms are not violated, and they can enjoy a quiet and quiet life in the deep sea, right? In other words, Ivan Twenty-two did not express his true thoughts and concealed some of his thoughts, just not wanting people to peek into his heart easily, right?" Loka analyzed.

"Smart Loka." "Future" smiled and patted Loka's head and said:

"Your 'Ice Blade' brother was not wrong. You are indeed a future leader worth cultivating."

"Haha, it's all good brother Ice Blade. He said that when I encounter problems, I should think deeper, so that I can understand more things." Loka said with a little embarrassed smile, scratching his head.

"Since I'm talking about this topic, Loka." The expression of "Future" suddenly became serious, and his eyes quickly turned pure darkness. There was no doubt that he was silently forming spirits, surging the dark source power in his body, and even making the dark mark on his forehead more obvious.

But immediately afterwards, he sighed softly, patted his hands, pressed on Loka's shoulder, and half instructed:

"I know that the last battle with 'Red Armor' caused your 'Ice Blade' to exhaust your brother, suffered from unhealing damage, and is now facing an uncontrollable loss of vitality. Judging from the experience of facing so many dead people over the years, those who are destined to die will emit an undepressed 'depressive' aura. I used to think this is the commonality of everyone, but now I understand that this is my unique skill."

"You mean... will he... die with the elder brother 'Ice Blade'?" Although Loka had already guessed, when he heard such a firm narrative of "The Future", his tears still flowed out of the corners of his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and dripped onto the cold metal stairs.

Although as a native lost person, especially the senior "holder" of the "Order Society", his own human emotions have long faded to the point where they are almost impossible to talk about, the "future" brain still conveys an emotion called "sadness" to him.

After a brief pause, "Future" looked elsewhere, but maintained the posture just now and continued:

"Just before we left the camp, Ice Blade came to me, and he told me the news of the Pojun coming here and the conversation with Greb. Of course, there were also the matters of the 'Pramini Axe' and Alto.

"He was weak enough at that time. Half of his body was covered with a layer of light blue ice crystals. It was originally his power, because it had entered the heart by mistake, and now it has become an irreparable torture. I guess it would be difficult for his life to survive the end of the "Silent Arrival" campaign. At that time, the "Crash Group" must have a lost person who he trusts enough and has the ability to control the overall situation."

"Is it...who?" Loka asked with some ignorance.

"Of course it's you." "Future" said firmly, pressing Loka on the white curtain-like wall and then saying:

"He told me that from the beginning he regarded you as his heir, your hidden power, your wisdom and the potential of magic power, will surely become the object of many magic schools and magic power associations in the human era and the steam era. If you live in an era of peace, you will become a world-renowned genius and elite, Cruzder's resources will tend to cultivate you.

"You are only twelve years old, but in fact, the tasks you can complete are much more difficult than the so-called "leaders" who only dare to hide themselves and remotely control behind the scenes. You can become friends with strange beasts and wander in the human world without being exposed. Your flame-based magic power has been sublimated enough in this adventure of "deep relic". In addition to being slightly immature in your behavior, I can't see the emotion called "fear" in you.

"And, you dare to fight any powerful opponent, even if he is Dark, who was once a 'monster'. Your wisdom sometimes makes me admire you. At least, I dare not control the 'exploding bodyless man' alone and block the railway line that the empire considers as the lifeline, creating chaos and finding opportunities to contact the target.

"So, you are the inevitable successor leader of the 'Chaos Group'. You should know that although you look down on 'Thunder Page', she likes you very much and always treats you as the younger brother of 'Ice Blade'. But you are not mature enough after all, and the wasteland world will not give anyone enough time to achieve the set goals. We are destined to face death and hasty life.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "So, entering the 'deep ruins of bitterness' and retrieving the 'perception hidden' is what Ice Blade is looking forward to, and it is your last trial."

"Brother 'Ice Blade'..." Loka sobbed.

"He doesn't want to send you into danger emotionally, so he can only entrust me to bring you here 'carrying him'." "The Future" continued:

"What I haven't told you is that in fact, "Shang" does not have only negative effects. Existence means reasonable. While affecting our hearts, "Shang" will bless those who can successfully resist it. People who have experienced "Shang" will become more mature and more determined.

"Loka, the retrieval of 'perception' can help you prove your strength and give you enough prestige to inherit the status of 'Ice Blade'. Moreover, if Ato successfully awakens, the Lost will truly gain the upper hand in this game with Vasily, preventing the 'Giant Energy Evolution Plan', which is to prevent the common demise of humans and the Lost.

"So, I must help you. Even if Ivan Twenty-second, whom I am about to meet, is a demon, I will tear off his mask with my own hands, take out his evil enough and twisted heart and observe carefully." "The Future" paused for a moment, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued:

"After this battle, when you have used the value of the 'Pramini Axe', I will take away the head of the 'Feng Mine', take the only train leading to the East, on the 'Big Railway', and return to... the 'Feng Mine' and Constantillian's hometown, near the Ice River in the Water Province, and belong to the town of Razonnisto, which was under the jurisdiction of the old Kashent District, to bring his soul back to the land of abundant water and grass, so that he can be blessed by the Lord, leave the cycle of human beings... the lost, and move towards the kingdom of happiness created by the Creator.

"Afterward, no matter what the fate of the 'Order' or the war between the Lost and Vasily, I will never return to Cruzde."

"So, 'future', where do you want to go?" Loka asked tentatively, staring at the "future" reluctantly.

"I will go to Khitan Rees and fulfill Constantin Ryan's wishes, just like I told you last time. Although I can't write a novel like "Travels of Khitan Rees", I will abandon the title of "Future" and truly regard myself as Constantin Ryan, explore the mysterious and meaningful culture, scenery, ruins and history of the East, and find ways to truly end the wasteland world.

"I... have now been recognized by the sequential cards and have become the profession of [explorer]. So, the gear of fate that originally stagnated on me can finally officially rotate.

"So Loka, if... walk to the 'lowest bottom' and we still cannot leave here after Ivan Twenty-second, I will fulfill my commitment to 'Ice Blade' and take some special methods to take us away from here. Now, let's go, the professional sensitivity of [explorer] tells me that when we reach the end of the stairs, we will see existence worthy of our sight."

"Yeah, let's go." Loka nodded heavily.

...

This time, while walking downwards gradually by jumping through the gap, Loka did not feel the suffocation and oppression that last time. He did not use any magic source power belonging to the flame as a defense. He just observed the dragon clan patterns on the walls, wearing armor, holding cannons, or half-dragon man patterns on the planets that were sailing a spacecraft to descend on an alien planet.

After a few minutes, the stairs stopped continuing. When the surrounding lights shone violently several times, the two found that they were already in a very layered space built by very novel technological industrial products.
Chapter completed!
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