Night Raven Master

Chapter 133 The Sad Epic
"That's right, millennium." Edgeworth explained, "The last record of hunting giant wandering beasts was in April 19365 in the Glorious Calendar."

"But... I have another speculation." He raised the container in his hand and looked at the liquid in the bottle. "I have checked the records of the Basatona Empire, the Lansu Kingdom, and the Arabella Empire, and found that the wandering giant beast The timing of its appearance is a bit strange—"

"Their appearance time, observation time, and hunting record time are all concentrated in a few time periods, and there are no records for other times."

The pages of the automatic scribe in Edgeworth's mind scrolled to the records he had transcribed, transcribing only time and approximate records, making this all the more clear.

"There is a blank period. Sleep?"

"It's not sleeping." Edgeworth shook his head. "I have already speculated that it is related to the Phantom World. These things have nothing to do with you now. At least wait until you grow to the level of an official wizard. After that, I will let you You were involved in this matter."

"Let me participate?" Art widened his eyes and pointed at himself.

"It's good for you." Edgeworth glanced at him. Regarding the Phantom World, even a cowardly wizard would not refuse it. After all, the Phantom World is related to the future of every wizard. Although there are dangers in the world, the things that can be obtained at the same time cannot be accumulated for hundreds of years.

"Leave this alone, do you want to see the memory of the wandering giant beast?" Edgeworth raised the crystal container in his hand, "The memory of the monster and the spellcaster are different, and the memory of the spellcaster follows the memory of the spirit and flesh." The bridge, that is, the gradual strengthening of the spiritual vortex, will be transferred to the soul, while the body will basically not retain memory, and the memory of monsters and most extraordinary people will remain on the body and in the blood, that is, inheritance memory .”

"Would you like to try it? Although the chance is very low, it is also possible to obtain blood inheritance when observing the inheritance memory." The tone of the great wizard was full of bewitching taste, and he almost used hinting subconsciously.

Art thought about it carefully, and then asked aloud:
"Is it dangerous?"

"Probably not."

"Then there is?"

"You could say the same."

"How dangerous is it?"

"syncope."

"Then I accept." After a series of inquiries to confirm the risks, Art nodded in agreement.

Edgeworth couldn't help shaking his head, this kid was more cautious than him: "You kid."

He wasn't telling the truth.

In fact, as a human being, accepting the memory of monsters is a very dangerous thing, but in order to confirm whether Art is what he expected, he needs to be verified.

The means of verification is to receive memory inheritance through the blood of monsters.

If the other party is really, then accepting the inheritance memory of the wandering giant beast closely related to the phantom world will not fail, and the result of other people's doomed failure, he will definitely succeed.

The shattering of the lucky ring was also fully confirmed.

Another era of turmoil?
Those idiots in the Vatican of the Holy Light think that they can escape by transforming the Cross Church through parasitism and converting the mage into another spellcaster?
It's as stupid as it gets.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Edgeworth's heart, but then it turned into sadness.

As a great wizard of the prophecy department, he knows more than others.

The elves who lost their gaze, the abyss and hell at the source of the turmoil, the humans who are the protagonists of the era, the fading humanoid races, and the dragons who escaped.
Hehe, after ten thousand years, it will become a praiseworthy epic.

Even if he is the Great Wizard of Five Marks' prophecy, he can't get rid of it, no, he's just a small character.

Even the Pope who is closest to the peak, the wizard emperors of various empires, the two mercenary kings who were powerful in the past, the greatest prophet, the future eye, and the son of Chaos, Bashamennon, forcibly established the human and alien race. The Mercury Singer of Order and other strong men, none of them were able to break free from the shackles.

The stronger you are, the harder it is to escape from the cage.

Everyone is a string puppet, the stronger the puppet string is, the stronger and stronger it will be.

They can only wait quietly, waiting for the turbulent drama of the times, waiting to change their destiny.

change destiny?

Who can know whether the matter of "changing fate" is the trajectory of fate?

Edgeworth looked at the back of his hand, as if there was an invisible thread leading to the sky.

I don't know when this sad opera, which is praised by the world, will start to be staged.

"Son of Aurora", "Twin Sage", "Eye of the Night", "Mercenary Emperor", "Revenant Player", "Son of the Abyss", "Cursed Figure".
Your Excellency the Eye of the Future, who is near the end of his life, only left these names before his death, and some other names were erased before he finished speaking.
The drama thousands of years ago was not the beginning at all, but now it is.
Is this young man one of the sad operas called epics?

Revenant player?The Eye of Evil Night?

Edgeworth glanced at his shattered ring. If the other party was one of them, then that fellow Fast would accept this young man as an apprentice.
"Art." Edgeworth looked at Art, "Take this."

The container in Edgeworth's hand flew towards Art.

And Art subconsciously stretched out his hands to grab it.

"I will separate the blood of the wandering giant beast inside, you can try to wrap it with spiritual energy and try to perceive it." Edgeworth's tone was very flat, and it sounded like he felt that Art would not gain anything at all. Same.

"Wrapping perception with spiritual energy" Art frowned, and then he saw the tiny red threads in the container floating up from the container and floating in front of his eyes.

Glancing at the blue-robed old man 20 meters away, Yate took a deep breath, and the dark spirits in his spiritual sea gushed out.

The light black spiritual energy wrapped the hair-like red blood line, and the next moment, a strong sense of abnormality came.

In an instant, he felt something changed around him.

Huhu——

Art only felt that the field of vision around him instantly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

He wanted to do something, but his body didn't give any feedback at all——

It's like watching the battle from the main perspective in a virtual reality game.

Rumbling--

A huge roar rang in Arthur's ears.

The angle of view slowly rises.

A huge eye that seemed to occupy the entire sky looked down from the white sky.

ps: 120 chapters, some foreshadowing can also be revealed - "sorrowful epic".

Some of the characters represented by the title have already appeared, so it should be easy to guess.

At the same time dig a deeper hole.

(I want to recommend tickets, I feel that I have so few recommended tickets and have been complained by other authors) _(:з」∠)_
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