The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

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"Gui'an, Your Excellency."

He walked into the tower, shook his sleeves, and smiled.

Brisisan's face froze slightly.

This sentence was exactly the first sentence Brisisan said to Su Nie just now.

but now--

The primary and secondary guests are completely reversed.

"Ah...it's over."

Brisisan just lay there in the ruins, raised her head, and gave up struggling.

What else could it be?

"The east is indeed a dangerous place... Teacher, did you ask me to come and die?"

Before that, Brisisan traveled to many places, but relying on the protection of the overlapping puppets, even if he angered the remaining regional gods in some places, he was still safe and sound.

But this time...

He was indeed planted.

He never expected Su Nie's sudden change, nor could he predict the complexity of the opponent's ability.

The other party is indeed human.

But it has the mysterious nature of rivaling God...

Su Nie walked into this tower-like building, looked around, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then--

"Come out, I know, you are here... Solomon, the magic king of Israel hundreds of years ago."

He opened his mouth.

The sound fell.

There was an aura blowing up, coming from all directions, and the little rays of light converged, finally forming a figure.

Brisisan, who had been lying down waiting to die, sat up suddenly, and looked at the person in front of him with a slightly excited expression. It was...

"teacher!"

He couldn't help but speak out.

Tall, tall and straight, wearing a classic robe, with pale and messy hair scattered around the shawl, slightly dark skin, handsome facial features, slightly opened eyes, like gems, shining with green-gold light.

He is—

"Unworthy man, Solomon, I have seen Your Excellency."

Open your mouth here.

It seems to be a humble language, but it has an extremely powerful feeling, as if sitting on a throne in a high palace, overlooking the world, and sending off the passing of the times.

His name is Solomon.

He is the magic king who creates the foundation of magic.

他说:

"How did you discover my will?"

It is not the ontology, but the will, and the projection, from the past hundreds of years ago, borrowing the anchor point left in this era, and projecting the shadow to the present.

——The anchor, without a doubt, is his disciple, Brisisan.

"King Solomon..."

The black umbrella in Su Nie's hand turned slightly, and a trace of rain fell from it, soaking the room.

Not surprised.

after all--

"This is the magic base of the East and the West. How can we touch this land?"

Su Nie already understood.

Just now, when he was fighting Brisisan, he could clearly feel this.

He came not to kill, but to "see" people.

Yes.

Brisisan also suddenly woke up.

This is the east, not the west where he lives, but he can exercise the power of the magic foundation left by his teacher in this land...

Even if you leave the area inscribed on the foundation plate,

Still showing no signs of abating.

The only possibility is that he possesses the power of his teacher!

"I see."

Solomon opened his mouth, but there was no expression on his face, neither sad nor happy, as if he had seen through everything,

"Since that's the case, I won't hide it anymore."

他说:

"I came here to restrain the mystery of this land."

"Let the old traces of the age of mythology disappear completely, let the eyes of the gods leave completely, and establish a new human system on the earth. This is the will of the world, and it is also the way of the future—"

His purpose of establishing the "magic base" covering the world's great source is precisely for this purpose.

In the land to the west,

In an age when the gods still existed,

Magic and magic all use the power of gods. The magicians of the age of gods directly contacted the gods and obtained the power to "perform miraculous acts".

But after the gods disappeared, such magic did not disappear.

Instead, it became the last "eye" and "anchor" of the gods.

They were unwilling to leave and were still struggling, while Solomon completely cut off and covered it with a new magic system and a new magic foundation.

The purpose of the magic foundation is to cut off the mystery, not to continue it.

he thinks,

As it is in the West, so should it be in the East.

So under his guidance, Brisisan arrived at this land——

He will use him as a wedge,

Let your own foundation take root and grow here.

Covering the traces of the Age of Gods.

Then wait for all the mysteries to be included, and once again, to end and stop everything!

"On this land, the traces of the gods are still strong."

Solomon said slowly: "You shouldn't use that ancient power, and you shouldn't stay in the ancient era—"

The ancient traces left in the land of China are of course rich.

There are hundreds of schools of thought, going back up, each of them has a "sacred" first ancestor.

That is to say...

"Faced with the mysterious recession, you chose to let it go...or even promote it yourself, didn't you?"

The umbrella in Su Nie's hand tilted slightly, and he asked, asking.

"Yes."

Solomon lowered his eyes and responded.

At this moment, Brisisan was so surprised by what she knew at this moment that she was speechless.

Of course he didn't know all this.

It is impossible for him to know.

The king of Israel, who is humble and gentle on the surface, rules the country with the most wise attitude, but in essence, he is an absolutely rational king.

Because of the protection of God, I was born to know it.

Because of God's gift, so omnipotent.

Knowledge and ability made him lose all his emotions as a human being.

He regards Brisisan as a chess piece, everyone as a chess piece, even himself as a chess piece, just to fulfill the duties bestowed by the "God"——

Just like a machine, it is the essence of its existence, and it is the posture displayed in front of Su Nie at this moment.

"Is that so..."

Su Nie raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the cold, indifferent, mechanical figure in front of her.

Then, suddenly, he laughed.

"I think, I probably understand—"

The wind and rain fell, the sky and the earth were dense, there was a sound, and the misty scattered.

Click.

A crack suddenly appeared in Solomon's projection.