Chapter 81

[080 – God Killing]

What he meant should be that he wanted Lin Jie to give guidance when he really acted.

In addition, judging from his attitude, it also means to be loyal and surrender… Is this a novice plot for an initial partner? Or the best sword in the village?

Lin Jie raised his eyebrows, took two steps back and stood up and said, “Have you made up your mind? Is this your decision?”

“What you really want to do is not something I can solve with just a few words. It requires you to implement it yourself, for the sins you have committed, the past you have wasted, and facing the subjects who have been forgotten by you. , no one will come to forgive you, if you still maintain that cowardly attitude, then continue to hide here.”

These words are not a blow to this guy’s self-confidence, but to stimulate the use of the law.

Anyway, I don’t know how long this dream can last. It seems good to give a tragic character some psychological counseling and a sip of chicken soup, so that he can find hope in life again.

He is simply the light of the right path, and he feels that his whole body is full of positive energy.

Candela straightened up again, and said in a low voice, “I understand.”

“My soul has already been spent in the ages, and as the punishment for my crimes, the abyss-like vicious resentment turned into a crazy curse that haunts me, and even becomes me…”

“When the curse dissipates, what remains here is just the last obsession of my soul.”

“You are right, I just want to use the forgiveness of others to give myself an excuse to escape. I am indeed not qualified, but it is not that I am not qualified to do anything for my kingdom and my people, but I don’t have the right to be cowardly any longer.” The starting URL https://m.xswang.com

“This time, there is no more glory, it is no longer the Elf King Candela, I am just… a returned exile.”

The elf wearing the laurel crown looked firm, looked down at the scorched earth, and said: “Before I completely die, I think I really should do something, instead of begging others to give me something.”

“Even though thousands of years later, my kingdom is no longer on this land, but my people still live here.”

Over ten thousand years, the giants and elves of the past have withdrawn from the stage of history.

The madness, resentment, and memory of the many people killed by the curse of the magic sword were entwined in his soul.

He has witnessed the history of Azir, and also watched the two once glorious kingdoms turn into a phantom legend in the end.

Humans have built a huge city called “Nuojin” on this former scorched earth.

as prosperous as his kingdom.

Elves and other demons and spirits lived in seclusion in the forest, and a small number of them hid in human cities and integrated into their lives.

Even the elves, who are longevity species, have long been accustomed to living in a family unit.

The wheel of history will not wait, and the fairy kingdom cannot be repeated.

Then do something real, this time, he can use the last remaining strength to protect his people and country again.

Rather than die in obscurity, burn whatever you have left.

Candela looked up at the young man in front of him and said, “I think the only thing I can do now is one thing.”

Lin Jie gestured to him with encouraging eyes, “You said”.

“I ask you to help me and give me a chance to fight for my people again at the last moment. Please use this sword as a weapon to kill the god who came from the dream.”

“Ten thousand years ago, I had the desire to kill the gods, but I retreated in front of the gods. I went crazy because I looked directly at the gods, and finally caused the tragedy of the kingdom’s destruction.”

“Ten thousand years later, on the same land, I want to fulfill this wish, not for myself, but only for my people who are still living on this land.”

Candela’s eyes were sincere and bright: “I will offer you my absolute loyalty and the most precious tribute. I hope you will forgive me for this last arrogant request before my demise.”

Is this a release task? But it doesn’t sound like a novice difficulty…

Is this dream so messed up? Come up and kill God directly.

Or, is this actually a beginner’s tutorial?

And Lin Jie didn’t want to do strenuous exercise in the dream, which is really contrary to the meaning of “sleep” itself.

He was a little embarrassed: “You wait first, to be honest, fighting is such a thing… I’m not very good at it.”

This kind of thing that has never been done, even in a dream is enough, right?

He’s a decent civil servant.

Now he is also a very serious bookstore owner. As a professional life mentor, Lin Jie has his own idol burden.

Not being good at it is one thing, playing ugly is another thing, even in a dream, the front is good at enlightening people, saying a lot of high-level words, and in the end, he is blind with a sword and a few flat cuts. , even if you win, it’s a shame.

Too much damage to his bright mentor image.

At this time, Lin Jie felt that lucid dreaming was not good at all. He clearly realized that he was dreaming, and at the same time, he couldn’t do things that could not be done in reality with peace of mind.

Last time in Baiyin’s dream, he was able to conjure up a book, which was already considered to be quite imaginative.

Kander stretched his hand and took off his laurel crown, and said softly: “You don’t have to worry about it, I will become your strength, and even become your colt, I said – I will become your sword.”

He lifted the laurel crown and handed it to Lin Jie: “Although I am no longer a king, the crown was still on my body when I died, and after that the kingdom was destroyed, and no one could inherit this crown. My most precious treasure, but perhaps worthless to others, I dedicate it to you and lay down all my glory.”

Lin Jie took the crown woven from the branches of the laurel tree. This branch was extremely hard, with a white metallic luster, and a moon-white gemstone was inlaid in the middle, which was very beautiful.

He didn’t take a second look before the laurel wreath turned into a white light, and the heat on his wrist turned into a white ring mark.

“The crown is already a part of my soul. This is the mark of the Elf King. It is the only item I can use to thank you.”

Candela explained.

Lin Jie touched his wrist and felt… nothing, like he had drawn something on his wrist.

“Now…” The elf changed from kneeling to half-kneeling, put his hand on the hilt of the sword on his chest, held it, and then slowly pulled it out.

With no blood or other tissues, the elf’s chest was a black hole.

The long sword like a flame showed its edge, illuminating the dim ruins around it.

Nearly half of the blade came out, and Candela had already stood up.

He was taller than Lin Jie imagined.

Lin Jie once estimated that the silver is about two meters, so the elf in front of him is about two meters and five, but the armor outlines his figure very heroically and gracefully, and does not appear burly or bloated.

When Candela drew the sword most of the time, he sent it to Lin Jie.

“Please pull it out – then I’ll fight for you.”

Lin Jie stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword. When he touched the icy ornate decoration, he saw the life of the elf king Candela, who was rolling in, in that era of no light and no fire.

He lifted up the light and flames like the sun, went upstream, and threw them towards God…

He is the only one who is brave.

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