"...Set?" The game looked at Seit who launched a sneak attack from behind and swung the thousand-year-old tin staff to record his physical fainting, looking disbelief.

The fate between him and the seahorse has spanned three thousand years and has countless duels driven by fate. Is this the truth of this fate?

Priest Seth...is a traitor who wants to usurp the throne?

The strong sense of fainting made him unable to move and his hands and feet could not exert force. Seit went around to the front and reached out to take away the thousand-year-old building blocks on his neck.

When Seit bent down, the game found that his eyes were empty and clean as if it was a blank piece of paper with nothing inside.

It's like a puppet pulling a wire.

The game suddenly understood what was going on and turned to Aknadin angrily: "What did you do to Seit!?"

"Don't worry, he just fainted."

The old man was talking with his back facing him, and his back was pulled long under the swaying fire. Seit walked forward woodenly and handed over the thousand-year-old building blocks, which were taken by the old man stretched out his thin hand.

The game noticed that the thin hands under the white robe were covered with black patterns, as if every blood vessel was bulging under the skin, and a clear outline was outlined by ink.

"Set is my son." The old man said slowly, "You have this country and enjoy supreme power and status, but you never know what exchange it has for.

What slaves are equal to royal families? Everyone can enjoy the same power? Don't be funny! How can a king like you be qualified to inherit this country that was established by the previous generation for sacrifice to everything?"

The game was confused.

He was a little tempted to say that except for the sentence "Set is my son" - and he was still shocked by this shocking fact - he could not understand anything after the next few words...

But the pain in the game's head also intensified.

More memories are reviving, just like a flood breaking through a dam and pouring into my mind, carrying countless scattered fragments of memory.

"My son Seit, he is also bleeding from the royal family, and he is a hundred times more qualified than you... no, a thousand times!"

The game couldn't keep up with the rhythm. But he noticed the change in Aknading's voice, which seemed more low and gloomy than before. There were also the powerful dark energy that overflowed from his body, which was clearly what the game felt in Maurya in the past.

The game suddenly realized.

In this RPG dark game, is there still chess pieces buried beside me?

"Yes, I signed a contract with the darkness behind the scenes of the Thieves and gained the power far above other priests!" Aknadin roared, "The time of your rule is over, Pharaoh! Soon, this country will soon be Seth's thing!

He will become the strongest pharaoh in history and rule the world as the patron saint of this country!”

Aknadin narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the girl curled up in the corner.

Seit had no expression on his face and walked mechanically to Qisara like a doll. The firelight casted his tall body into a burly shadow like a mountain, covering the girl.

He spun the handle of the thousand-year-old tin staff, revealing the sharp spikes hidden in the center of the scepter, and the alchemy material shines with golden streams under the flames.

"Sat..."

The girl shrank her body, lowered her head, and her silver hair fell like a waterfall.

She didn't intend to resist.

Kisara still remembers her first encounter with the young Sate.

That was when she was very young.

Excluded by the villagers, regarded as a heretic, hungry and bullied, such a dull life was once everything she had.

And when she was a teenager, Seit teared the darkness and shone into the first ray of light in her life.

When she was caught by human traffickers, locked up in a cage, and was anxiously waiting for the arrival of even more cruel fate, Seit appeared. The brave young man rescued her from the human traffickers alone, and from then on that shadow lingered in her heart.

For Qi Sara, it was the most precious memory of her life so far. She tried her best to pursue the back of the boy in the whole bleak life.

Too many people called her heresy, saying that she was an ominous existence, so that she thought so herself. She felt that she was a humble person, just a garbage on the roadside. However, Seit was the only person who was willing to lend a helping hand to her and gave her the only ray of light.

But now Seth is a noble priest in this country, and she is still as humble as she was back then.

If you die in his hands, you will become an elf and guard him forever... there is nothing wrong with it.

In the endless darkness, he gave her a ray of hope.

She is willing to give him a world illuminated by eternal light.

Seth slowly raised the sharp thorns of the thousand-year-old tin staff in his hand, and the cold wind blew the torch, like a death-hunting symphony.

The game was trying hard to shout Seit's name, and Aknadin laughed wildly, as if he had seen his son rule the world under the protection of the white dragon...

The sound of the wind suddenly intensified, and the flames in the brazier seemed to be pulled by invisible force, like a scorching shell hitting Seit's right hand head-on.

The thousand-year-old tin staff, which was split into two pieces, was shaken away under the impact of the flames, and rolled to the side. Aknadin's laughter came to an abrupt end and turned into an angry questioning.

"Who!?"

Aknadin turned his head and saw the green hero hanging in the air with his arms hanging down, condescending. The dragon head equipped on his arms overflowed with flames as he breathed, and the white feathers slowly fell.

Elemental Hero · Flame Wing Man!

Then he saw the strange man beside the Pharaoh with strange behavior standing at the entrance, cursing: "Damn! Aknading, the old Yin B, actually took action in the middle of the night, and he almost failed the mission if he was not careful!"

"That's right, if this breaking mission fails, it's really impossible to read the file!" Following behind was the local Ye Liangchen, "It's secondary that you can't get the reward. Maybe you have to lose your favorability!"

Everything else can be tolerated, but I can’t bear it if I lose my favorability!

Several sand sculptures were as powerful as rainbows and summoned monsters to siege Aknading.

Old thief! Don’t try to touch the favorability we have worked hard to win!

"You!" Dark Game has never been moved to see these sand sculptures as they are now.

Although these people dressed weirdly and behaved confusingly, they sometimes liked to talk nonsense and brain circuits that were confusing...

...But it was unexpectedly reliable at the critical moment.

"Tsk, it's just some messes, don't think it's a good thing for me!"

Aknadin was angry. His eyes sterned, his arms wrapped around him, and the blue veins on his arms exposed under his white robe burst out, and blood surging violently, as if he was about to burst out of control at any time.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The powerful impact exploded with Aknadin as the center! The old man's robe was shattered into pieces, magic surged, darkness raged, and the dark whirlwind swam rapidly in this confined space.

That is a power far beyond the level of a priest.

This power comes from...
Chapter completed!