Allistair Beasley's slightly loosened right shoulder told Lodge that the attack had begun. He didn't want to attack. All he had to do now was withstand the blow from Allistair Beasley. Loki also wanted to see if Alistair Beasley's trick could hold.
Because Allistair Beasley's sword moves were intended to trigger the element of combat power, the speed of his sword slowed down a little. The sharp sword turned into a lightning-like glow, which continued to enlarge and attack Loki, covering all of Loki's evasion. Loki knew that the only way to defend himself against this strike was to face it head on.
Loki's body began to spin, and Loki almost disappeared from the hillside. His speed was so fast that the naked eye could only see his shadow. Just like that, Alistair Beasley's sword stabbed into the whirlpool. The sword seemed to have gone straight through Loki, drawing a trench ten meters long and three meters wide behind him.
Loki's evasion shocked Allistair Beasley. He looked at Roche with an expression of disbelief. Allistair Beasley wasn't ready to attack anymore. He knew that he had already lost, and blocking Loki's attack had consumed a huge amount of his combat power. When he sent out that sword strike again, he didn't have much internal energy left.
Lodge saw that Allistair Beasley was not going to attack again and walked over to Alastair Beasley. Loki felt it was enough. Allistair Beasley was no match for him. Loki only used seventy percent of his strength. Lodge said to Allistair Beasley, "That's it, but I'd like to hear what you have to tell me."
Allistair Beasley seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He closed his mouth, which was wide open with shock, and put away his one-handed sword. He said to Loki, "How old are you, Loki?" Loki had no intention of hiding anything from the old man. "Thirteen," he said. Allister Beasley asked the same question as Marion: "Are you human?"
Luo Qi speechlessly nodded his head. Alistair Beasley smiled and said, "You're amazing. Do you know who I am? I am a Saint-level expert, and you are only thirteen. " Loki didn't want to talk to Allistair Beasley, so he changed the subject. "I want to know what you're going to tell me," he said. Can I hear you? "
Allistair Beasley nodded and motioned for Lodge to sit with him on the hillside. Allistair Beasley began his statement by saying, "Loki, I'm one of the few Saint level experts on this continent. This continent has no more than five Saint-rank experts, and I am one of them. However, we are not the top existences of this continent. This continent is restricted by the strongest Divine level existence. They were maintaining the balance of races. They could be called gods on this continent. Of course, he wasn't a real god. These people are all a hundred times stronger than a Saint level like me. Once you enter the Saint level, there will be people looking for you, and that's how I know of their existence. Saint level forces not interfering in any wars on this continent is their request. "
Loki finally knew that there were powerful people on this continent. Someone who was a hundred times stronger than Alastair Beasley was also someone that Loki couldn't contend against. And there were more than one of them, according to Allistair Beasley. Loki thought: I won't be involved in the race anyway, and I don't think I'll have any problems with them.
As Lodge was thinking, Allistair Beasley spoke again. "The Heathon Empire, an empire that has been destroyed more than a thousand years ago. Its previous self was as powerful as the Milan Empire, and right now, over half of Milan's territory belonged to the then Hillton Empire. I was the commander in chief of the cavalry of the Hillhadon Empire. I was young and handsome, and I knew many beautiful women. One of them was the daughter of the then Right Premier, whose wisdom and beauty captured my heart. I also touched her with my own talents, making us the most enviable couple in the Heathon Empire at the time. On our wedding day, bad luck crept up on us. "
Allistair Beasley paused and wiped his face with his bony hand. Roche could see that he had secretly wiped the tears from his eyes. Roche knew that Allistair Beasley didn't want him to feel sad.
Allistair Beasley composed himself and went on: "When the Ninth Prince of the Empire saw her at our wedding, he fell in love with her. In order to take away my wife, the Ninth Prince made use of one of my mistakes during an imperial battle and said that I was a collaborator. I was convicted of treason. The worst of it was that my father-in-law, the Right Premier, was in cahoots with the Ninth Prince. "At that time, I already had a cute daughter. I, who should have been happy, became a fugitive from justice in the Empire." After saying that, Alastair Beasley clenched his fists tightly. His slightly trembling body made Loki feel the anger in Alastair Beasley's heart.
Allistair Beasley did not stop his narration: "At that time, I was just a Silver Warrior. I was angry and crazily promoted my innate talent. By the time I returned to the Heathon Empire thirty years later, my wife was already a part of the Ninth Prince. When I found her. She told me that my daughter's Soul Fighting Body had been taken away by someone with divine power and that she no longer had anything to do with me. For me at that time, life had already lost its color. Thus, I trained as hard as I could. When I reached the Divine level, I would be able to find my own daughter. A thousand years had passed, but it was still extremely difficult for me to reach the Divine level. You know what? I'm already more than 1000 years old, I won't be able to live for more than a few hundred years even if I were a Saint level expert. which means that my chances of seeing my daughter are zero. "
Then he turned to Loki and raised his voice. "But I see hope in you that you will have a chance to reach the Land of Mystery in my lifetime. I need your help to give you my Stone of Memory. When you get there, you'll hand it over to her. Even though she was still young and didn't remember me. But the Stone of Memory is enough to identify me. Will you help me with that? "
Allistair Bees looked at Lodge expectantly, waiting for his answer. "But how did you know your daughter was still alive? It's been over a thousand years." Allistair Biss laughed and said, "There isn't a soul form that hasn't reached the Deity level. Otherwise, how could a Divine level expert adopt a child? "
"I don't know if I can help you, Allistair Bees, but I promise to help you. If I can get into the Mystery, I'll help you find your daughter." Loki took the memory stone from Allistair Biss. There was no reason for him to refuse the request of a poor old man, and there was no loss to Roche. However, he didn't expect that the poor old man's daughter would almost kill Loki.
It was a casual thing for Lodge, but it was the last hope for Allistair Bees. Years of wishes had had a chance to come true, making Allistair Bees seem several years younger. "Thank you, boy," Allistoun Biss said to Loki pleasantly. "I'm an old man. Just say it."