Chapter 1035 Edreze’s Will

"He can't win."

Malekith, who was muttering to himself, was not pointing at anyone, but everyone around the throne knew who he was communicating with.

"It seems that it is indeed the case at the moment." Teclis, who appeared at some unknown time, responded to the Witch King, watching the deadly fight in the field below with a silent expression.

Oliveira's standard sword has been broken. This weapon that symbolizes his honor is like its own life, dying in blood and battle.

"If he wins, his only chance of getting out alive is with him, Teclis."

Declarative sentences and interrogative sentences coexisted. Malekith talked about his discovery after pondering for a long time. He wanted to let people go from under his nose. Unless Imrik personally led the Flameborn Knights to Sunset Canyon, otherwise he could only use magic. way to transfer.

The only person who could transfer Oliveira was Teclis after the Witch Queen defected.

"I don't deny this possibility, but you won't let it happen, right?"

"hehe."

Tigris stared at the audience for a long time. This was a big gamble, gambling with Oliveira's life whether Edreeze would pay attention to him.

After the two bosses Asuryan and Kane came to earth, many members of the Elf God System became dishonest in their actions, completely ignoring the rules set by the Creator God in ancient times.

Looking at Oliveira whose left hand had been crippled, Tigris thought silently in his heart.

Do you have the potential to become the dragon lord's sharp blade... I'm looking forward to it.

Blood was sprinkled all over Oliveira's golden hair. His eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist, and his consciousness became a little blurry. He just relied on instinct to keep swinging the sword. Even if he died, he would die while swinging the sword. en route.

Such was his determination.

After being pierced by the Messer knife in the abdomen, the pain made him regain his consciousness a little. He gritted his teeth and cut off the arm holding the knife, Drucci, and continued fighting with a burden.

He looked at Drucci, who seemed to never diminish on the field, bit the tip of his tongue, and awakened his mind with more intense pain.

We can't bring shame to His Highness, kill another one, kill another one!

Kill is a two-way word. When you raise your sword, you should be prepared to die.

A duel is supposed to be a place of honor where martial arts and determination are contested. When one party uses despicable means to gain an advantage and ignores the rules of the duel, there will be unwilling people who take the initiative to intervene...

A man's voice as sharp as a blade came into Oliveira's mind. The sound was like thousands of weapons colliding, rubbing, and fighting.

"Oliviera, you satisfy me so much, become the Blade and give me your soul!"

"Adreze..." The intervention of the gods caused Oliveira's senses to go awry, and her eyes saw the Druchi blade swinging down even more slowly than a child.

"Give me your soul!"

The sharp sound of Adreze, like the friction of steel, made Oliveira's mind buzz. The subtext of dedicating his soul to the god was to become his divine choice.

If he becomes Edreze's divine choice, this blade ceremony will be considered over. Oliveira, who has gained the power of the God of Duel, will recover from his physical injuries, and no Drucci can resist the sword swing.

But he just sighed in his heart and expressed his rejection to this highly respected god in Caledor.

"I'm sorry, I have pledged my loyalty to His Highness. I am the dragon lord's blade, not Edreze's blade."

"Even in death?"

"Even in death."

The wild laughter made Edreze's sharp blade disappear, and the sound like metal friction was replaced by a young man with a magnetic voice.

"Very good, then the dragon lord's sharp blade must not die here now. Your monarch still needs your loyalty.

I will watch every battle of yours until you die and enter my duel field. "

"I am extremely happy..." What happens after death? Oliveira didn't want to think too much, but if he could survive now and continue to serve His Highness, it would be enough.

"Accept my blade, Oliveira..."

The blurred senses returned to normal as Edreze's voice disappeared. An inexplicable sharp breath surged out of his body, and the injuries that had been bleeding were healed.

What was even more strange was that the hundreds of sharp blades scattered on the ground in the duel field all made buzzing and resonant sounds.

The fearless man, whose eyes were no longer cloudy, swung his sword blade like a light, drawing a perfect semicircular arc. The dozen or so Druzi who were waiting for the opportunity to end the ceremony were actually cut in two by the sword.

"Edreze's blade? How is this possible!" Oloden stared at Oliveira who was reborn from Nirvana. The master of the blade was a great being of the Sesarayi pantheon, an Asu who only paid lip service to him. You, you have actually received the favor of the Lord of Blades?

Judging from the sharp aura, Oliveira has become Edreze's divine choice, even more than the Blade Lord he has seen before.

The specific rules of the ceremony are that the remaining thirteen people will serve as Druchi's Blade Lords, but it does not stipulate what to do if Edreeze personally goes off and names one person as his will in the mortal world. Should he declare the end of the ceremony, or Fight to thirteen people according to tradition.

But no one wanted the ceremony to end, including Oliveira, who gained the power of the Lord of Blades, and Malekith, who crushed the steel armrest into pieces, except those on the field.

The ceremony had lost its suspense, and Malekith gritted his teeth. He never expected that Adreze would dare to grant divine power to an Asuryan right in front of his eyes, risking the punishment of violating Asuryan's will.

This is enough to show that the attitude of the gods that Druchi once believed in in the past is now extremely ambiguous. Starting from the time when Krakalond sacrificed Ardaeus to summon the magma dragon, the god Sesarai did not clearly provide help to Druchi.

Seemingly guessing Malekith's bad mood, Teclis said calmly, "You are Asuryan's choice and the head of the Kada'i pantheon. You should seek help from the God of Heaven."

"Who are you looking for? Aisha or Kunos? Or Hoss and Val? Damn Caledor, you put on such a show for me!" Malekith slapped the steel handrail with his palm, carrying the power of platinum flames. The angry attack quickly turned the entire throne into nothingness.

He now needs a choice, whether to go down personally and kill Oliveira, or return an Azul who was selected by Edreze to Caledo.

After thinking for a moment, Malekith was not in a hurry. Even though Oliveira off the court had gone completely crazy and was about to end the ceremony, he was still in no hurry.

He valued Lilith's divine choice more than an Eldreze divine choice.

How will Teclis react?

"Going back to the topic just now, even if he gets the gift from Edreze, there is only one possibility of surviving."

"Then I will make the only possibility you think disappear..." Tigris didn't say much, turned around and disappeared into a ray of white light. Someone will pick up Oliveira. (End of chapter)