In the southern part of the distant western continent, in the humid and warm imperial capital of Longshan, the flowers in the palace garden shrouded in the divine power enchantment are in full bloom, and it is a midsummer scene.
A hill stood beside a blue lake, and on the top of the hill stood an elaborate pavilion, and the clouds sat on a soft couch, squinting and smiling at a few young girls sitting quietly.
Esther still had the same iceberg face that had not changed for 10,000 years, and there was no temperature in her cold eyes.
Edith was still so ignorant, a trace of black flames flashed in her chaotic eyes from time to time, and occasionally a complex three-dimensional magic array loomed in her eyes, and the aura around her body was also vague, like a black hole full of deadly threats.
Princess Qingli and Paradise were sitting a little farther away, and on the small table in front of them were several delicate jewelry boxes, which were just sent from the Eastern Continent and were dedicated to the royal family of the Blood Qin Empire.
Dozens of beautiful and exquisite court-style jewelry are neatly placed in the box, and a touch of magic fluctuations like flowing water spread from these jewelry from time to time.
Amore sat in the middle of the pavilion, a dark golden spindle suspended in front of her, a spindle as high as Mish, hazy, looking like a shadow of light and magic talismans.
Countless extremely thin gold threads stretched from all directions, and finally all joined the spindle.
This is the Spindle of Destiny, the supreme artifact of the fate god system of the Asil Protoss.
The white fingers ran over the thin gold threads one by one, and Ai Mo suddenly laughed softly.
"The golden thread of destiny of all the gods is very strong and tenacious, even my father has a hard time doing anything to their golden thread of destiny."
Amore said softly, "But it's like a stone can overturn a chariot, and it doesn't take too much strength to deal with the gods. ” A faint gleam flashed across Amo's fingers.
The golden thread of fate that belonged to Wende suddenly trembled.
The spindle of fate spun slowly, and Wende's golden thread of fate only shook slightly, and then it was slightly deviated by the golden thread of fate.
Countless golden threads of fate intertwined with each other, and at that moment, Wende's golden thread of destiny suddenly had a trace of friction with a golden thread of destiny that exuded a dead breath.
The extremely magnificent dark golden divine light rippled from the spindle of fate, and the golden line of fate to which Wende belonged was entangled by a wisp of dead air, and the gray-white dead qi that was trillions of times thinner than a hair swirled around Wende's golden line of destiny, and Wende's golden line of destiny suddenly broke, and then the entire golden line of destiny turned into gray-white ashes at the same time.
"Winder.
Killed by the bone carving knife Socrates," Yun looked at Amo in surprise Nodding very seriously, Ai Mo gently whispered to the spindle of fate: "Yes, he was killed."
This is the irresistible power of fate, some seemingly insignificant bumps may completely change a person's fate. ” Yun frowned.
Then he shook his head slightly.
For a strange artifact like the Spindle of Destiny, Yun still can't understand the reason for his existence and how it works.
The meeting between Winder and Socrates was destined to die, or because of Amore's gentle push, his and Socrates' fates collided, which eventually led to him being killed by Socrates Whether all this is predestined by nature, or is it artificially influenced, if it is predestined by nature.
So since Wende is destined to die at the hands of Socrates, what is the point of Amore's push, if it is changed by Amore's artificial influence the day after tomorrow, then what is the meaning of the existence of fate, all this is like dozens of cobwebs that have been kneaded together, making Yun more and more headaches.
He waved his hand slightly.
Yun smiled bitterly: "I can't understand it, but since the spindle of fate exists, then there should be a meaning for his existence."
Amore.
Continue to monitor the fate of everyone around Lin Qi, and try to keep our people out of those dangers.
Let's make our enemies, well, let them try to collide with each other."
He was holding a necklace made of dark blue sea beads around his neck, and when he heard the cloud's words, Paradise suddenly jumped up: "What Yun means is that it is best to give all those guys who are not ours, desperately make trouble for them, make their fate as messy as possible, let them all be killed to the point of bloodshed, and let them all die together." ” Yun clapped his hands lightly and glanced at Elysium approvingly: "That's right, that's it, Ai Mo, do your best to make trouble."
A smile of excitement also appeared on Amore's little face, and her fingers waved slightly, bringing waves of dark golden ripples on the spindle of fate.
With the appearance of these small ripples, the countless golden threads of destiny that had been running in an orderly manner suddenly became disordered, and the golden threads of fate were intertwined with each other, intertwined and cut with each other, rubbing and colliding with each other, and gradually became a mess that could not be reasoned with.
In this chaos, only Lin Qi and the countless golden threads around Lin Qi became more and more dazzling, and the countless golden threads tightly surrounding Lin Qi were like a clear spring, quietly following their due...
No, quietly following the trajectory that was taken crooked by Lin Qi.
The golden light emitted by so many golden threads of fate fused into one, and finally turned into a golden light that blasted into the spindle of fate, forcing the spindle of fate to tremble slightly.
Ai Mo's face suddenly became extremely serious, she frowned, and looked at the few golden threads of fate that exuded a faint iron cyan in the mess.
She muttered a spell in a low voice, and her hands formed a divine seal and gently slapped on these golden threads of fate, which finally made these golden threads of fate tremble slightly.
With just a slight tremble, these golden threads of destiny collided with several other incomparable golden threads of destiny, and then rubbed into a dazzling fire.
Ai Mo exhaled softly, grabbed a handkerchief and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth: "Very strange lives, they don't seem to belong to this cosmic era, although their life trajectory is captured by the spindle of fate, but they can't completely control their fate."
However, it is enough to affect the trajectory of their lives a little. ” Frowning and thinking for a while, Ai Mo looked at Yun: "Yun, I need your strength. ” Yun Ranran stood up and walked slowly to the spindle of fate.
Amore muttered a few times to Yun in a low voice, a smile appeared on Yun's face, and then she narrowed her eyes, and suddenly two incomparably complex magic arrays flashed in her eyes, and two dark golden torrents like the Yangtze River surged out of her eyes, and quickly blasted into the spindle of fate.
It can be seen that the two dark golden torrents shot out of the cloud eyes are composed of countless runes that are tens of millions of times smaller than ants, and these runes continue to exude a majestic but changeable strange aura, if there are people who are proficient in the origin gods of countless cosmic eras, he will definitely be shocked to find that these runes all represent fate, curses, disasters, well-being, and other mysterious and mysterious laws.
Outside the city of Berelli, the iron-faced Idar, the hippie smiling Socrates, and the Lin Qi who looked like he had nothing to do with himself stood tall and strong.
The three of them looked at me from time to time, and I looked at you, and after a long time, it was Lin Qi who finally spoke first: "It was Socrate who killed Winder, so many gods can testify that I don't care about your grievances, in short, I only care about Igor's worth." ” Idar's face was gloomy, and after listening to Lin Qi's words, his resentful gaze suddenly fixed on Socrates.
Socrates, on the other hand, grinned strangely and looked up and down Idar nonchalantly: "I killed Winder, how about not looking at me like that, or I'll turn you into raw materials now."
Well, Lin Qi, to be serious, serve me with your life, give me all your captives and all your army, and I can make you an eternal being."
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"That's enough," Idar roared in exasperation, and a hurricane above his head soared into the air, and a set of blue-blue armor shaped like a large bird appeared in the hurricane.
Helmets, cuirasses, arm guards, skirt armor, leg guards, and other parts turned into divine light and quickly draped on Idar's body.
This set of divine armor that was as thin as paper, but constantly emitted waves of powerful aura, perfectly wrapped Idar's whole body, and even the wings behind him were also encased, and each feather was covered by translucent armor.
A blue-black spear entwined by hurricanes and lightning was pulled out of the void by Idar, who pointed the spear at Socrates and shouted, "Socrates, you must pay for what you have done, not only for Winder, but for... ” "Your little concubine" Socrates' words were extremely vicious, he looked at the angry Hidar and laughed strangely: "Ah, I'm really happy to see you so angry, can I tell you one thing, that is, I almost got your one, I mean, you know, I almost got her beautiful, ah, you haven't used her body yet, right?"
"You" Idar was already speechless with rage, and the wings behind him spread out, and a whistling blue-black hurricane rose from the ground, quickly enveloping Socrates and Linzi.
"Hey, this has nothing to do with me, it's your old grudge," Lin Qi shouted, he swung his slaughtering axe, and with one axe, he smashed several blue-black wind pillars wrapped around his body, and then picked up Karhan and Igor, and strode out of the range of Idar's divine power.
Lin Qi found out that Socrates was provoking Idar intentionally or unintentionally, although he didn't know why Socrates did this, but Lin Qi would never get involved in this matter.
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