Dust of History Chapter 26:

Fate? He suddenly remembered this terrible idea. He recalled a conversation with Bishop Ronnies at the time.

In fact, everything has already been arranged, no matter what you do, the final result will be the same after all.

This is destiny, do you believe it? What method are you going to use to deal with it?

At that time, what he said to Bishop Ronnies was wonderful, but that was because he had a relaxed attitude as a bystander. Arrived

Now, he has been in this vortex for so long, even after he has become a part of this vortex, then

I suddenly felt this concept. The feeling of having it again is just downright powerless and hopeless.

If even my own birth was just a small ripple in this vortex, with so much hard work and struggle, there is still hope

Hope, is there any point? So, Asa asked.

"Your life experience?" Grandma Al smiled, even though her face was already wrinkled, but this smile was still there

It's beautiful. "Isn't your life experience already clear? You are just the son of a blacksmith in the village."

Asa was stunned, thought for a while, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha..., what you said is true. I am just the son of a blacksmith

That's all. "

He looked at the rough scratch on the crystal clear surface of the ring in his hand, which was originally as smooth as jade.

Wears an imprint, but it has been rubbed off on his father's tombstone.

"It's good that you understand. Well, take that thing out. I knew it from the time I felt that breath two days ago

It was you who came to me with that. Grandma Al sighed. "The things that Sandro took away from Diya Valley back then."

The hilt of the Dark Star. "

Asa smiled wryly: "To be honest, when I saw this thing in the cellar for the first time, I heard Sandro say that it was actually

It was when I took Diyagu's artifact, I was really shocked. I never thought that he could remove the ghost king's robe.

A small piece of it was made into a pocket and filled with well water from the Sun Well. "

Grandma El's finger is the ring that Asa has been wearing all the time, and her hands are holding the pocket that Asa brought,

She asked softly: "How about it, are you ready?"

Asa nodded, his face was serious. There was also a slight sweat on his forehead. The light of grudge in his hand has already

Brightened to the limit.

"Okay." Granny Al said softly, and her hands suddenly became a phantom, which was originally tied like a twist

The bag was untied in an instant, and then she tapped lightly on the bottom of the bag with one hand, and the thing soaked in the sun well water

Xi flew out with a huge and incomparably dark aura.

But it just flew out of the pocket. Asa's hand has already held this thing. The white grudge light is as dignified as a mountain,

It completely enveloped the breath that was about to diffuse immediately. At the same moment, Granny Al was holding the ring

The hand quickly came up and put the ring on the thing.

"Okay." Grandma Al sighed softly, signaling Asa to let go. The thing that has been soaking in the sun well water

It fell into her hands. This is a dark and irregular cylinder, like a stone texture, and there is nothing

What a superb craftsmanship, even the surface has some irregular pits, it seems that it is just a large piece of obsidian.

The same as the small fragments mined from the rock. The ring has been set on the thinnest end of this cylinder, and

Often embedded in it. The monstrous aura that was originally diffused unscrupulously is no longer radiating outward.

Instead, it became a mass of black mist visible to the naked eye swirling around this thing.

This is the sacred object of Diya Valley. The hilt of the Excalibur Black Star, which represents darkness and death.

Holding the cylindrical object in her hand, Grandma Al showed a little excitement in her eyes, she grew long

Sighed: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it, although this is just the hilt of the Black Star, but five hundred years old

Be the first to be able to hold it fully in his hand. It was me. "

During the five hundred years, there were not too many people who dreamed and tried to pull out the legendary sword, but there are

Those who are qualified to do this dream. None of them were the most powerful or capable men at the time, this pitch black

What is condensed on the star is not only strength, but also countless dreams and ambitions.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Granny Al seemed to be in a daze. Her eyes are sometimes trance, sometimes flickering. Even if she never

Those ambitions and dreams, but almost everything about herself revolves around these dreams and ambitions. This

A handful of pitch-black energy has almost represented her entire life.

The feeling of being able to hold in your hands the things that once determined your life. It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

"So many people died, so much effort was spent, and there were so many changes in the situation, in fact, it was for the sake of

That's all. "Grandma Al looked at the hilt in her hand and smiled wryly. Although the ring can hold the power of the hilt

Transformed, but she still maintained a layer of fighting spirit in her hands to hold this thing. "This thing is

What? **? then what.....? "

She is not the only person whose life is determined by this thing, she also understands that there are other people.

However, is this life in your own hands, or is there really something like fate ruling it?

She suddenly wanted to try. In fact, she has been trying all the time. Since twenty years ago, she has established herself in the Diya Valley

While the person should have the position, she is trying. And now that things have come to this point, it should be clear.

"By the way, do you want to try holding the things in the hospital?" Granny Al suddenly looked at Asa and smiled, and she stretched out her hand.

"His Excellency Archibald's prophecy once said that those who gather strength can pull out the black star and become a change

The world master of the world. Do you want to try the feeling of being the ruler of this world? "

"Me?" Asa was a little surprised. He was a little surprised that Grandma Al would say this to him suddenly, he knew how much he knew

Seldom has anything to do with this thing. There is a hazy layer of fog around the black hilt, and the shape of the hilt is not beautiful,

It doesn't look like an artifact that can dominate the world at all. Asa unconsciously stretched out his hand, he suddenly

Of course, there is a strange feeling on the hilt of this sword. Slowly, he felt that he could clearly see the strange black outside

The mist. That's not fog, it seems to be composed of countless corpse breaths, murderous, angry, terrifying, etc.

Black Ocean. His fingertips had already touched the rough surface of the sword hilt, and suddenly, he heard countless voices.

There are countless people screaming, sniffing, shouting, and moaning, each sound is hoarse, and they are pushing themselves to the limit

All the voices that life and spirit force out, the voices of the soul. He can feel that every sound is full of

Fear, resentment, and desire. These voices not only echoed in his head, but also seemed to rush into his body,

Roaring and shouting in every smallest corner, looking forward to resonance.

The feeling of fear and disgust poured down like a basin of cold water, and Asa suddenly let go of his hands and backed away. Only then did he discover that from

Beginning to stare at the hilt of the sword, unknowingly, the meditation of reality has occupied all of my thoughts and feelings,

His consciousness and the hilt have just merged into one.

"Your meditation on reality should be basically complete, right?" Grandma Al asked coldly.

"En." Asa nodded. Only then did he realize that there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"You are just like Sandro, you are scared away when you touch it. Only those who have practiced the meditation of reality can appreciate the breath of the black star. Otherwise, like me, holding it in your hand is just useless. It's just useful." Granny Al seemed to sigh, and was relieved. "I finally got it right. Otherwise..."

Asa was still a little shocked, he said: "Grandma, do you know that I have the power of the leaves of the world tree and the sun well in my body."

Grandma Al nodded: "I know, although I seldom go out, I know a lot."

"Then you still want me to get this thing?" Asa was surprised~IndoMTL.com~Although he didn't know the specific details, the two kinds of power in his body were closely related to the Black Star He still knew this. While Sandro showed him the hilt in the cellar, he also vaguely mentioned something to him. It is said that the sword will be drawn by the one who gathers strength.

Although Sandro didn't explain clearly what the gathered power was, but he glanced at Asa, and Asa also understood what the glance meant. Bishop Ronis and Vidnina have different opinions, but they both show that he is actually related to this thing.

He doesn't believe in those so-called prophecies, but that doesn't mean he can't care about them at all. After all, it was the words left by the first magician in the history of the mainland. And with Granny El's former identity as Sandro, she has no reason not to know this.

"Do you know what true meditation is? What are the leaves of the world tree and the sun well?" Grandma Al asked lightly.

"Bishop Ronis told me that this is a dark meditation technique created by Archibald, the founder of the Necromancer Guild, in order to become the king of the undead. Sandro said that this is just anyone who can practice it It's a gadget for fun." Asa smiled wryly.

"...I don't know who to trust."