Chapter 974

Deep in space-time, the disturbed space-time restored calm.

"So he ran away. It seems that his life should not be destroyed."

Looking deep into the void, Sean let out a sigh.

Hearing the speech, sigger also gave a sigh. Just a little short, Uranus would fall here. Now all their traces have been buried by time and space, and even those in charge of cause and effect cannot be traced back.

"Alexander's time to achieve level 8 is just right. Do you think it's fate or a calculation?"

As he spoke, sigger turned his eyes to Sean.

Hearing the speech, Sean was thoughtful.

"Things may change."

"The sword?"

The opportunity had been lost. It was useless to think more. Sean changed the topic.

Hearing this, sigger's face showed a complicated color.

"He was taken away."

With a sigh, there was an undisguised regret, but I didn't know whether sigger regretted the loss of Damocles' sword or something else.

At the same time, in the real long river of destiny, wearing a white sleeveless dress, Amir banthain walked on the long river of destiny with bare feet. This is the gathering place of the fate of all living beings and the forbidden area of living creatures. Even those with eight ranks of greatness can't easily get involved, otherwise it will inevitably lead to the reverse bite of fate, Only a god of fate like him dares to enter it.

Stop and look at the long river of fate that never comes back, can't see the end and goes to the unknown. Amir's broken golden eyes flashed a look of expectation.

In the next moment, a spray rolled up, and a sword lattice looked like an angel's open wing. In the center was inlaid with a round and flawless golden gem, just like the eye of the sun. The cyan and gold radiance was intertwined. The sword body was like bronze. The sword tip was narrow and the sword tail was wide. The sword body was cracked. The divine sword soaked in divine blood came to Amir along the guidance of fate.

"Sword of Damocles."

Reaching out and holding the handle of the sword, Amir's face was full of joy.

Sean, sigger and Uranus fought in the depths of time and space. Amir knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come. By peeping at the fate, he finally grasped the opportunity and took advantage of the traction of fate to bring the sword of Damocles to his face.

Compared with the sword of Damocles falling into sigger's hands, Amir still believes in himself, because he is not sure whether sigger will be willing to give him the sword of Damocles. After all, once sigger does so, sigger will lose a powerful eighth order artifact, and he will become a new eighth order artifact.

Thinking through transposition, Amir felt that even he would not easily hand over such an eighth order artifact. Even if he finally chose to give it out, it would cost the other party a lot. After all, although the eighth order allies are good, in fact, there is far from an eighth order artifact under control. Today's allies may even become future enemies, This is especially true at this special node.

"Since then, I should regain control of my destiny and become the master of my destiny."

The glory of fate shrouds and resonates with the long river of destiny. Amir is about to completely destroy the heavily damaged sword of Damocles and recover the third divine right of destiny. However, in the next moment, the dark intention of killing permeates and freezes the long river of destiny, and Amir's figure is frozen in place.

"How is it possible? The connection between Uranus and the sword of Damocles has clearly been cut off. The sword of Damocles should be ownerless now. No, no, it's not Uranus. It's the brand left by the ancient Sun God."

Shrouded in a sense of killing, his delicate face cracked with blood marks, like broken porcelain. When he touched the truth, Amir's face was full of despair. Such a change was unexpected.

Uranus is in charge of the sword of Damocles. Under normal circumstances, the mark left by the ancient Sun God should have been erased by him, but this is not the case. The marks left by the two strangely coexist in the sword of Damocles. Although the mark left by Uranus was cut off by Sean, the mark left by the ancient Sun God is still there.

"Those who spy on fate should be punished."

Whispers from the ancient years sounded like a high God King sentencing. He was not allowed to disobey and broke away from Amir's control. The sword of Damocles sprouted divine glory, suspended on the river of destiny and cut at Amir.

At this moment, Amir seemed to see the ancient god king. His eyes were indifferent, holding the sword of Damocles, he cut him down.

"Maybe I should let it go."

Swallowed up by despair, at the moment of dying, Amir had remorse in his heart. He understood that this might be a joke played by fate. Those who play with fate will eventually be teased by fate. If he let nature take its course, did not forcibly move fate and put the sword of Damocles into his hand, he would not have this disaster today.

The great power of the God King reappeared, the sword light slipped, all traces were cut off, and the form and spirit were all destroyed. Amir's vitality was cut off. He died. Although he was special, his predecessor was the master of fate, but now he is only a seventh order. In this way, his face to the edge of Damocles's sword can never be lucky.

Adhering to the obsession left by the sun god, he completely killed Amir who peered at the fate. The divine brightness was dim, and the crack spread on the sword of Damocles. The just blow was also a great burden for him now. Cut off the fetters, and the nearly broken Damocles sword was about to leave, but at this time, a sigh came from the depths of time and space, Echoing in the long river of fate.

Alas, crossing taboos and weaving cause and effect, an invisible big hand fell from the sky and held the sword of Damocles contaminated with divine blood in his hand.

Buzzing, the sword body buzzing, blooming dazzling magic light, the sword of Damocles constantly struggling.

"This sword has been engraved with the mark of the ancient Sun God since its birth. It is indelible. Unless recognized by the sun god, no one can really control the power of this sword."

To pass on cause and effect, sigger tried to control the sword of Damocles in an alternative way, but it was a pity that he failed. The mark left by the sun god was too strong and difficult to deceive, but it's normal to think about it carefully. After all, the Sun God once obtained the certificate of immortality.

"Since you can't be controlled by me, what's the use of keeping you?"

The great powers gathered and the click sound sounded. The struggling sword of Damocles was crushed by sigger and passed on for several centuries. The powerful sword of the divine king was broken and became a real history.

Wave, put away all the residues on the long river of fate, and sigger's breath disappeared.

Outside the Boya world, the breath of several great men is intertwined here. Sigger and Alexander have stepped into the eighth order, which obviously shocked them, but they did not really enter the Boya world, because someone blocked their way.

"All go back. Since the rules have been set, we must abide by them."

In a soft voice, a little thought fell, and a gentle voice sounded. However, under the gentle appearance, there was no doubt that he was overbearing.

Hearing this, all the eight steps fell into silence.

The speaker is just a little thought coming, not even an idea body. Any one of them can be obliterated, but the identity of the speaker makes all of them unconsciously choose to stop, because it is one of the oldest eight steps in this empty sea, the light of wizard civilization, the master of the evening of the gods of the highest tower, the master of the evening, Helios.

If the eighth order of the void sea needs to be sorted, then this one is the highest ranking existence in everyone's heart, and even the first powerful contender. Although he has been silent and basically stopped shooting, he was famous in the void sea at the beginning, and his hands were stained with the blood of more than one great man, Others may forget these things, but they are almost immortal and live for a long time. Each of them can be called the eighth order of living history, but they will not be forgotten. It can even be said that they are vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

"Since the Lord of dusk says so, I will wait for the appointed time to come."

An idea arose, the figure of a great man disappeared, and there was the first one. After a little silence, the other eight steps also left one after another. At this time, the promotion of the two eight steps has become a foregone conclusion. Although they can't say they are afraid of the Lord of dusk, they are afraid after all and don't want to conflict with the Lord of dusk.

"The final moment is coming. It's really that everyone has come out."

After waiting for all the eight steps to leave, he looked at the liberal world, and the Lord of dusk sighed.

"Uranus, you have a chance. Don't let me down."

An idea arose, and the breath of the Lord of dusk disappeared.