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Chapter 79 The Trajectory of Destiny

As soon as the morning light knocked on the city gate, many pioneers who had escaped from death and abandoned their armor rushed back to the city and brought back a piece of news——

There is a Templar who is still alive!

And intersect with the contestants, no longer an epic background!

Like a blockbuster, this piece of news spread wings and quickly swept across the Fort Saint-Ann, causing countless princes to overturn the rum and shattering the plans of many people.

At first, everyone was extremely doubtful about the authenticity of this news.

After all, the rule of "the existence of the holy and demon camps will not collide head-on with the contestants, but only as a background for rendering" has been confirmed by all the contestants bit by bit, and it took a full ten years.

But now, there is actually a Templar Knight still alive?

However, when a few notorious hunters with blood on their hands put down their butcher knives and walked into St. Ann's Fort, accepting the punishment of the Court of Justice, and shouting that the glory of the angels will last forever, many people were uncertain.

The hunter is a selfish and greedy executioner. He chose a road of bones to slaughter the common people. He has always been as hard as iron. How can he have faith at this moment and fall into the embrace of angels?
As a result, many people waited in front of the city gate.

Wait for this so-called Templar.

Under the majestic Fort St. Anne, an undercurrent surges.

In the distance, a round castle with a steeple and a strong middle-earth style can be seen in the distance. Sikong is wearing a dragon-patterned armor, sitting on a flower pole, followed by people in front and behind, full of the air of a magic stick.

But Sikong behind the bronze mask was quickly analyzing the situation at hand.

Because of his expert appearance along the way, Charles and others became more convinced of him, and Sikong also took the opportunity to pull out some information.

This game has actually been going on for ten years!

Sikong was only an hour late, but for this Middle-earth civilization, it was ten years. It seems that the organizer also activated high-dimensional technology, which affected the relative speed of time.

In ten years, many impassioned events have occurred.

The gods fought in melee, often tearing the sky and shattering the earth, and divine light fell.

A contestant who was born to occupy the role of prince and marquis passed by a meteor, died tragically on the spot, and his destiny was robbed.

There are also outstanding people who started their fortune in humble beginnings and were born as poor people. They suddenly rise to prominence and show their prowess. They kill millions of people and gain fame and become a powerful person.

The first two years of the competition were bloody and chaotic, with no order at all. Betrayal and killing were the main chords of the competition.

But gradually, the discerning people discovered some of the rules of this competition, and stopped the chaotic fighting with a tacit understanding.

I chose a huge layout with the entire Middle-earth civilization as the chessboard and all the contestants as chess pieces.

Although there is only one requirement for the competition: the one who can survive is the winner; the more people you kill, the richer the reward.

But how many contestants are there?

The maintenance workers who gathered most of the entire vast starry sky lined up and stood in the same place to be killed. They had to smash their knives and grind their swords, exhausting them to death.

If the organizers of the competition hadn't used specific dimensional rules to bless the civilization of Middle-earth, so many people would have crowded this world!
So, they started a war.

An unprecedented war that affects everyone.

With the castle as the center of power, they each established their own camps, responded to the will of the gods, regarded each other as heretics, and attacked them aggressively.

Using giant war beasts to crush human lives, in just ten years, the number of contestants has shrunk by as much as [-]%.

Many people want to climb to the top and become the wavers of the center of power, but countless people become the stepping stones of others and end up in a miserable end.

Cruel and bloody, hidden in the dark, are not inferior to the chaos of the first two years.

These people are called pioneers.

The hunters are those who still maintain the concept of chaotic and bloody battles in the first two years. They stay away from the influence of the forces and choose the path of hunting the pioneers.

The former guard castles and attack each other, but they covet the ruins and temples in the wilderness.

The latter regards the former as food, and hunts people and cities, fully displaying the concept of respecting the strong in nature.

"My lord, after crossing the Qianxue River in front of me, we will be Saint Anbao."

Charles was injured and no longer carried the flower burden, but became a forward scout.

Perhaps because he had witnessed a 'miracle' up close, his attitude towards Sikong was extremely pious, and he seemed to truly believe in the fact that the Templars were alive.

Sikong, who was behind the bronze mask, responded in silence. He had a good posture, but his eyes clearly saw the St. Ann's Castle not far away.

The city gate is closed tightly, like a giant reaching the sky, sleeping lightly.

Time has ravaged his vicissitudes, but he still stands strong.

On the city wall, scars and sword wounds are engraved.

It has bred the prosperity of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, but also looks coldly at the desolation of taking tea to cool.

The moss is a trace of the vicissitudes of time, and the bottomless Qianxue River makes the castle impregnable.

St. Ann's Fort is almost a subversive work in the foundry industry of this Middle-earth civilization. The contestants like Sikong are just latecomers.

Of course, the real St. Ann's Castle is far away in another world, maybe there is no trace, maybe it still stands.

This game is just an illusion based on the second world.

"Charles, what did the hunter say about the fate of plundering just now?"

On the flower basket, the Templar knight suddenly spoke, his tone was calm and without any emotion.

But when he heard the content of the words, Charles was shocked. Even the four of them quickly lowered their heads to hide the panic in their eyes.

Although they wear the skin of the natives of the Middle-earth civilization, they are still people of the empire at heart, quite like stowaways.

This plundering fate is one of the "benefits" of this competition. Once the Templars realize that they are just an illusion woven by others, their own civilization will have been drowned for a billion years. Long.

God knows what the guardians of the angels, the templar knights whose strength is close to gods, will do!
If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it either!

Charles rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "That's right, it's the forbidden magic of heathens!"

"Master Templar, you don't know. During the ten thousand years of your sleep, those fallen magicians who turned their backs on the glory of angels cast forbidden magic on everyone in Middle-earth!"

Charles looked appalling and boasted: "The original sin of killing has been planted in our hearts! Every time we kill a person, we will get the memory of the other person, and the opportunities that may be obtained in the trajectory of fate! It is equivalent to inheriting everything from the other person. .”

"Sir, you must be aware, we are all forced!"

"Yes, yes, we were forced!"

"My persistence in justice and glory can be seen from the sun and the moon, and the sky can weep!"

"Ah - I must use the glory of a knight to fight tenaciously and persistently against evil forces and defend the gods!"

Nietzsche and others' heads turned, and they quickly firmed up their stance. They looked upright and wanted to attack the case with a knife to prove their chivalrous heart.

The corner of Sikong's mouth on the flower pole twitched and he fell into silence for a long time.

"One mountain is higher than the other. He has a dark belly and thick skin. It's a university question..."

　Ah~ For the glory of the ticket, I am asking for all kinds of things now
　　
　
(End of this chapter)