Griffith fell into thought. Not only him, but also outstanding figures such as Sidious, Erza, and Roland were silent. Miss Lover looked around excitedly, wanting to see if there would be more shocking speeches next.
"I think the speculation about the attack should end here," Miss Magician said. "Everyone knows my identity. According to the engagement, I will marry the prince after the Festival of the Chosen One. Miss Shadow Priest, I confess , I don’t want to get married yet, and the people in the south are not ready. After the king’s attack, I can at least breathe a sigh of relief for a while. May the Seven Gods bless your majesty.”
"I don't doubt what you mean," Miss Shadow Priest said quickly, "I mean, such a major event involves almost everyone, and those who really benefit from it..."
There was a rhythmic tapping sound in the temple. The hermit was tapping the armrest of the seat with his fingers.
Everyone immediately held their breath, waiting for the revelation of this mysterious existence.
"It was I," said the hermit, "it was I who wounded Aurelius."
Griffith was horrified. He clearly felt that Erza, who was stepping on him, also trembled.
"Do you already have the power to interfere with reality? Great Mr. Hermit!" The arbiter's voice was very exciting.
This mysterious man who was held high above the spiritual world exuded a pressure that was impossible to look up to and spoke slowly. He was always wrapped in a black robe, wrapped in gray mist, making it difficult for people to see his face. However, at this moment, the fog faded, and Griffith seemed to see an emotionless, huge and indescribable nebula, too sublime to look up to, and too deep to touch.
The war knight, who used fear as his sword and perseverance as his shield, was immediately choked by invisible hands, unable to move or escape, and lowered his head in a hurry.
"I am Anas Tasios, the Hermit of the Spiritual World.
"I took Hadrian's life. Now that I have returned from the spirit world, the bloodline of the Beyelan royal family will be cut off."
The hermit's voice is like thunder and wind, as sublime as nature, and cannot be defied by human power. At this moment, He seemed to be incarnated into the will of the world, and every word and action was the truth.
The moment he heard this name, an indescribable scream echoed deep in Griffith's heart. Some kind of crystal-like barrier is breaking, and the shrouding fog is dissipating.
The ban is lifted.
Somewhere along the way, Griffith and others realized Mr. Hermit's true identity. They heard the forbidden curse imprinted on their hearts and subconscious minds:
"His creation must be destroyed, his true name cannot be spoken, his title stripped, his legislation abolished. Given to the chaotic and evil Dark Lord -"
The seal of "damnatio memoriae" has broken, and His name returns like lightning.
The Dark Lord has been resurrected!
The hermit seemed to let out a long sigh of relief. He raised his right hand and picked up a ring that shone with magnificent light:
"Every magic ring I give you has magical power. After I return to the world, you can use this power to find me and become my assistant. The best one will be my assistant in reality. 's agent.
"I will give him unlimited power to fulfill any wish.
"As for the others, I have no more requirements. You can inform the world of my existence and tell them that Anas Tasios has returned. They remember this name and dare not forget it. No one can stop it."
The calm words sounded to Griffith as if they had awakened ancient horrific memories. Before he could clear his thoughts, his body was trembling uncontrollably.
He had a feeling that under the dark robe, the Hermit seemed not to exist, as if His body was part of the nebula, so deep and dry that it made people shudder.
The Hermit is the most evil and terrifying degenerate? The previous king fell under His hand, and the Aaron family was destroyed by Him, but for some reason He lost his body?
He is always by my side. He is the maker of Minos. However, what opportunity gave Him the power to return to reality? Where does the power come from?
So sudden!
Why does He announce His return to us? Does He want us to spread this message? For what purpose? What motive? What is the purpose of giving us the Ring?
An overwhelming thought flashed across Griffith's mind, as if a large army suddenly appeared on the peaceful grassland, without warning or supplies. It just appeared out of thin air and made no sense.
Erza suddenly stood up, held the bewildered Griffith by the back of his neck and led him to kneel on one knee.
The arbiter had already knelt down on one knee, followed closely by Sidious and Roland, and even the princess and Miss Lover were extremely respectful.
No one dared to speak, and whispers lingered in their ears, which gradually became clear:
"Fear brings desire,
"Desire demands power,
"Strength breaks through shackles,
"us--
"Will be free."
The layers of echoes are overwhelming, almost causing one's mind to collapse.
The ungrateful Brunaph raised his head in horror. He dared to look up at this being at this moment, wanting to see what kind of shadow was hidden under the deep black robe. At this moment, he fell to the ground with a thud and screamed heart-breakingly. Puss and blood spurted out of his eyes. His bronze-like majestic body burst open with bloody mouths and granulations as if he had been slashed by a sword. Pouring out like worms.
"No!" Aslante screamed and rushed in front of the orc.
She first subconsciously wanted to help, but then suddenly thought of something, she immediately knelt on the ground and begged with the piety of worshiping the gods: "Great god, please, please forgive this stupid orc, his disrespect comes from ignorance, I would give anything for his life.”
This terrifying and crazy mutation scared the magician lady to the ground. Griffith wanted to help them, but Erza held her tightly by the back of her neck.
"Don't look directly at God," the arbiter looked back at the orc, and then said respectfully, "Lord Hermit, the reckless warrior has been punished, please forgive him."
"Get up, my friends, don't reject fear, embrace strength. Only in this way can we be free." The hermit in the black robe said calmly and unconcernedly, like a humble gentleman. "According to convention, I propose A reward is offered. Everyone, please sit down, Brunave, my friend, you will sit down too."
The horrifying mutations and ulcers on Brunave's body stopped in the blink of an eye, the granulations disappeared, and the wounds were healing. Miss Troll let out a long sigh of relief while dripping with sweat.
Everyone carefully returned to their seats and listened with bated breath. At this moment, they all realized that the person in front of them needed to be addressed as "him" and "your majesty".
"I need the extraordinary properties of the Hand of God," the hermit said. "No matter who is able to destroy the Hand of God, I will grant his wish."
"Them?" Sidious asked in a low voice, Griffith could even feel his fear, "Your Majesty, how many God's Hands are there?"
The hermit said: "What has come and is about to come is the thread of life in the virtual world, the lord of dreams and the hand of God at the end of reincarnation. It holds the power of death, dreams and magic. Once it appears, the world will know it.
"There is another one from the Seven Gods."
In other words, in addition to Naira, there are three Hands of God, one of whom is also the agent of the Righteous God. Griffith suddenly became confused.
"Great Your Majesty," Roland asked humbly, "your will is my action. However, if these hands of gods hide and escape to the edge of the world, how will we find them? How much time do we have?" Destroy them?"
"Don't worry about this problem, they will show up and fight for the miracle of the Chosen One's Sacrifice," the hermit replied, "Besides,
"Your time is numbered, Roland, a brave man who does not belong to this world.
“They will come to you soon.
"You have nowhere to hide."
…
Therefore, Griffith and Erza meet every month without telling me!
Galadia walked around in circles in her room bored and anxious. When she thought of the scene just now, her heart beat faster, and her heart ached as if her whole body was about to burst.
Are they hiding from me, are they doing something ulterior and unspeakable... No, no, Griffith won't do it, I have to believe him!
Could it be some kind of cult group? It must be an amazing power to be able to make people disappear out of thin air. Could they be tempted by some evil god, attend some strange gatherings, and each use Gwent cards to give them weird nicknames, like... Why don't you take me with you?
Melrose sent over some new analysis on Byjeland and the memorial. But Galadia was so confused that she couldn't read a word and her mind was filled with random thoughts.
Suddenly, the shadows of two people appeared on the stairs. They are finally back!
"Great!"
Galadia cheered in her heart, jumped and ran over. Then, she saw——
Griffith and Erza were pale, with beads of sweat on their hair and cheeks, looking tired. They walked down the stairs. The knight's steps were frivolous, and he didn't know what was draining him of his energy.
The mature and beautiful huntress slowed down and put her hands on his shoulders, her lips turning white:
"It was a little too exciting just now. I'm almost dehydrated..."
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