Chapter 408: Delphi Slate, Silver-haired Sword Princess, Holy Shroud (4K)

"Abaddon is the messenger in charge of the bottomless pit. He is a being between a fallen angel and a demon. He will bring endless nightmares to the world."

Nephthys held the Scepter of Anubis in her hand, her dark eyes gleaming with hope, and she said sincerely:

"And your lyre of light is a powerful weapon to restrain nightmares... I pray to you devoutly, may your light dispel the fog on the riverbank in my dream..."

Nephthys's waterfall-like black hair fell on her wheat-colored waist. She wore an exquisite ancient Egyptian-style belt around her waist and lightweight gold chains adorned her calves and toes. She was a black-skinned beauty with a unique style.

There were complex emotions of solemnity, seriousness, and expectation in her eyes as she quietly waited for Yeats' answer.

"Tell her that one slab of stone is not enough. Ten slabs are enough!"

"Multiply by ten merchants," Mammon suggested.

Yeats calmly ignored Mammon's call through the ring... The Tablets of Light, officially known as the Delphic Tablets, have only three of them in total. Where can I get ten for you?

Nephthys thought that Yeats's hesitation was due to his doubt about the value of the reward, so she began to talk about the origin of the "Slate of Light".

"The God of Light once founded a sect in a place called Delphi on the material plane and sent down an oracle to her priestess. The oracle contained the prophecies of the God of Light and the sacred commandments, collectively known as the Delphic Proverbs."

"These mottos are written in runes and contain the great divinity of light. They are carved on stone tablets and contain the power of the God of Light. There are three tablets in total, corresponding to the three major spells of the God of Light: prophecy, commandment, and oath. They are also engraved with the three major Delphic inscriptions."

"The bright stone tablet I promised to give you has one of the three great Delphic inscriptions engraved on it: [Swearing without reason brings disaster]."

Nephthys said solemnly:

"With this stone tablet, you can use the oath spell of the God of Light. No one in the world can break the promise made to you, otherwise disaster will befall you!"

"How did this stone tablet end up in the royal family of Horus?" Yeats asked.

"The Temple of Delphi was once the birthplace of the Cult of Light," Nephthys said calmly. "However, after the death of the God of Light, the temple was destroyed and the holy relics were scattered. One of the stone tablets eventually fell into the hands of King Horus."

Ye Zhi said: "So, ordering you to come to the Kingdom of Roland to punish the demon Abaddon is the will of King Horus?"

"No, it's the will of the Imperial Master." Nephthys said calmly, "The Imperial Master is good at astrology and is responsible for conveying oracles. She holds a high position... The existence of the demon Abaddon affects the trajectory of the stars and hinders the progress of fate. He must be killed so that the river can flow further."

Yeats said helplessly: "Do people in your place like to speak in riddles and metaphors? Can you explain it more clearly?"

Nephthys blushed, a little ashamed, and whispered: "I'm sorry... The Imperial Master could only see vague illusions when he was fortune-telling, so he couldn't tell the exact situation... But please rest assured, after killing Abaddon, the stone tablet will definitely be handed over to you."

Zuanya said: "The Horus people do like to tell riddles! The Sphinx is a legendary monster from the southern continent! Anyone who can't answer its riddle will be eaten by the Sphinx!"

The Sphinx... can be made into a delicacy, and can greatly enhance the attainments of prophecy spells. Unfortunately, there is only one, so it is a non-renewable resource.

Yeats thought to himself.

The school of prophecy has a long history. It is said that true prophecy is that things that have not yet happened become true under the influence of prophecy, that is, "words come true".

The first of the three major inscriptions of Defeil, [Know Thyself], is related to the art of light prophecy.

The God of Light has the qualifications to become the God King. His prophecy skills can even be compared with the greatest prophecy at the beginning of Genesis...

Thinking of this, Ye Zhi's breathing became short.

After becoming a sanctuary, it is time to consider the style and direction of one's own deification.

If you don't consider becoming a true god, becoming a subordinate god is also a good choice. For example, the Black Knight, who was promoted from a mortal, is a subordinate god of the God of War. Because she often performs miracles in the material plane, in some areas where wars are frequent, the power of faith she gains is more vigorous than that of the God of War himself.

A bard could consider becoming the god of music and poetry, while a trickster could consider becoming the god of theft and deception.

You can also jump out of the existing clergy system like the King of the Wild Hunt and open up your own Wild Hunt domain.

The abilities that Ye Zhi currently possesses have a lot of overlap with those of the God of Light.

In addition, the God of Light has fallen, and His position is vacant. If He can be used as a direction for promotion...

Ye Zhi's eyes moved slightly, and he made up his mind secretly -

It is obvious that these three slabs of light are the three slabs that I accidentally lost!

"I promise you that I will help you deal with the Nightmare Abaddon." Ye Zhi looked at Nephthys and saw the light in her dark eyes. He said thoughtfully, "However, my current focus is on the duel tournament. I will discuss it with you in detail after the finals!"

Nephthys smiled slightly on her solemn face and said:

"Of course, I wish you success in winning the championship, Your Excellency the Duke of Honeysuckle."

"Goodbye, I won't see you off."

Leave the manor.

Nephthys was wearing a veil and sitting in a luxurious carriage, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

The scepter in her hand had an image of Anubis carved on the top. The rubies in her eyes shone brightly, and she actually spoke:

"Moonlight, magic, art... He is so loved by the gods, just like the God of Light who was regarded as the leader by all gods in the Golden Age. You don't need to feel discouraged if you lose to him."

Nephthys' eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly:

"Even the goddess of death admires the god of light?"

"Yes, the Goddess of Death and the God of Light were childhood friends. After the God of Light fell, the tears of the Goddess of Death turned into the most poisonous and turbulent river among the twelve rushing glaciers in the underworld."

Nephthys remained silent for a long time, then said:

"You serve the Goddess of Death, and your authority will also be affected by the will of the Goddess of Death. This is why the heart weighing ceremony was broken..."

"Rather than staying in the underworld, the goddess of death would rather leave light in the human world." The Anubis statue said slowly.

Nephthys couldn't help but praise: "Great mind."

"The existence of the God of Light can make all gods unite to face the outside world, which is something some forces do not want to see." Anubis said with his scepter, "And now, a human being who inherits the will of the God of Light has been born. You need to follow him, defend him when he is persecuted, and follow him when he is not understood by the world... just like a saint and a disciple."

Nephthys' eyes showed a glimmer, and she whispered: "I will, but the premise is that his light can dispel the haze of nightmares, so that it can prove that we are not wrong."

The Scepter of Anubis speaks no more.

The carriage drove quietly and the two men were silent.

Nephthys suddenly sniffed her nose, as if savoring the taste, and said, "I've wanted to ask you for a long time, do you think Yeats smells good?"

Anubis' voice approved, "It smells good, a mixture of plants, roses, and cardamom."

Nephthys whispered, "I don't know why, but I get hungry when I smell him... Let's go back and eat!"

Anubis's scepter was silent, and he said solemnly and reservedly: "I agree!"

* Roland Arena.

Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath, watching the two figures fighting fiercely in the center of the venue.

One of the black figures was as fast as lightning, leaving an unpredictable afterimage on the field at an astonishing speed. The other sturdy dwarf, holding two hammers in his hands, looked around vigilantly.

Clang! The black-armored swordsman attacked suddenly, stabbing the dwarf's eyes, throat, and heart with his delicate rapier, stabbing three times in a row. The dwarf barely avoided the vital points, his body covered in blood, his bloodshot eyes emitting high fighting spirit, he roared, and threw his war hammer!

The hammer contained the majestic aura of the earth and the hills. When it was thrown, it cut a majestic trajectory. The ground sank, and two rows of rocks rose up to form a canyon. The hammer passed through it and hit the black-armored swordsman! Clang! A clear and loud collision sound.

The rapier in the black-armored swordsman's hand suddenly changed its shape and turned into a heavy sword, blocking the war hammer.

At the same time, her figure was forced to stop, revealing a cold silver-haired face.

The silver bangs covered the black eye mask, so she couldn't see anything clearly, but her sword seemed to need no vision! Clang! Instantly blocking the war hammer, the silver-haired Golina stepped forward, like a flash of light, and each flash of light swung out dense sword power, like a storm, strangling and locking all the dwarf's retreat! "Don't even think about it!" The dwarf roared, tightly grasped the war hammer in his hand, and smashed it down! The terrifying shock wave immediately spread in all directions.

Like a clay ox turning over, the earth element surged, vibrated, and roared in the cracked earth.

However, Golina jumped up and turned over, dodging and landing lightly behind the dwarf. She sheathed her sword, and a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out behind her.

clang--

The bells of victory are ringing.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

There was shock and uproar on the field.

"Drunk's family swordsmanship is well-deserved!"

"The most talented duelist in Roland Kingdom, who can use two swords, one large and one small, to perfection, has indeed advanced to the semi-finals!"

"Elegant and deadly, like dancing on the edge of a knife!"

Golina had a blank expression on her face, as if she was accustomed to such compliments. She looked down at the dwarf who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and after confirming that he was still breathing, she left the duel arena.

In the player channel, the arena manager said respectfully:

"Ms. Countess Golina, your carriage is ready and we can go to Sapphire Manor immediately!"

"Yeats Brontë...is he at the manor?" Collina asked.

The administrator hesitated for a moment and said, "I really don't know about this, but the Duke has just experienced a fierce battle and should be recuperating in the manor now..."

"Prepare the horses." Gloria said simply.

"Yes, sir."

In the slowly moving carriage, Gloria placed her hands on her knees, sat upright, and breathed slowly and imperceptibly.

She had very poor eyesight when she was born and later lost her vision completely, but she had an amazing talent in swordsmanship.

The Drunk family is a famous dueling family in the Kingdom of Roland, famous for its family-inherited dueling swordsmanship. Legend has it that the swordsmen of the Drunk family all have two swords, the rapier for dueling and the broadsword for killing enemies in battle.

Back then, Drenck's ancestor followed Joan of Arc and fought bloody battles. After being defeated by the Grand Duke of Brandy, he risked his life to bring the seriously injured and unconscious Joan of Arc back to Roland.

However, King Roland was weak and incompetent at the time, and Joan of Arc was accused of being a witch by the Golden Lion Inquisition and burned at the stake.

According to legend, Joan of Arc was indeed blessed by a miracle. Burning her at the stake failed to kill her, so she was later beheaded instead. Her head and body were separated, and neither her head nor her body ever disappeared.

Members of the Drunk family have been taught since birth that if possible, they must bury the saint's body.

Although Golina didn't know what the saint meant to the family, she still remembered her father's teachings.

When she was twelve years old, her father was assassinated. Golina used the sword skills she had learned in less than two months to kill the assassin, which alarmed the capital.

At the age of fourteen, Golina studied with a famous teacher from the Empire and defeated her mentor in less than a year.

Two years later, there was no one in the Kingdom of Roland who was qualified to teach Golina, so she began to travel alone to famous places of interest all year round, duel with those secluded swordsmen, and collect rumors left by the saint.

Collina did find some clues.

According to rumors, Duke Hudson of the Golden Lion Kingdom found the holy cloth left behind by the saint, and planned to use this holy relic in conjunction with alchemical circles and necromancy to perform summoning.

Collina was not clear about what happened afterwards.

Fortunately, a powerful nobleman from the Golden Lion Kingdom recently arrived in the capital.

With his help, we should be able to bring back the saint's relics...

Sapphire Manor.

In the living room.

Ye Zhi looked at the silver-haired girl strangely. She was holding a white porcelain teacup and drinking black tea as if no one was around. She was as natural and comfortable as if this was her home.

"So, how did you find this place?" Ye Zhi thought about his wording and spoke slowly.

"I gave you a bag of gems earlier."

"Ah, yes, you left without making it clear at the time."

"Because someone challenged me to a duel," said Golina. "I came back after the duel was resolved, and you disappeared."

"It's impossible for someone to stand there waiting for you..."

"My servant."

"...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Ye Zhi was in a complicated mood. Doesn't this guy have common sense? Doesn't he understand the difference in status? "I will also give gems to my servants."

Corinna paused and said, "I won it from someone else in a duel."

Erlangzi Jianji...

Yeats suddenly had this idea.

"You took my gem, so you have to do me a favor."

Gloria said in a serious tone, took another sip of tea, fell silent, and said with a red face:

“It’s delicious…”

Ye Zhi's forehead jumped: "Let's get down to business!"

Golina nodded and said, "Help me redeem the Saint's Shroud...some people also call it the Holy Shroud...it was bought by Duke Hudson."

Ye Zhi was shocked.

This holy cloth...could it be the material for Kailya's necromancy summoning spell?! ...

(End of this chapter)