Many did not know how to describe their feelings — at the end of the day, Nairíos was a very mysterious and dangerous person in his mind. The reason he said that was because after coming into contact with so many champions, he truly felt that every champion had a side that was hard for ordinary people to understand … It could be the sickness of the Caucasian Trolls, the inexplicable stubbornness of Xia Wei, or the unfathomable mysteriousness of Chris Dun. In short, Many felt that none of the top champions were easy to get along with … Of course, Lady Vasaki and Carolina were exceptions.
"It's a good habit to maintain a certain level of vigilance."
Nairíos's additional words instantly piqued Many's interest, but he quickly suppressed it because he was unsure why Nairíos's voice had appeared in his mind. 'There must be a reason for things to be out of the ordinary'. Many had nothing to do with Nairíos, and it was the dragon skeleton that had brought them together. In terms of friendship, they were basically strangers, and Many would not try to get close to him.
Moreover, he had absorbed the dragon skeleton to gain power, and it felt as if he had stolen something from someone else, and Many did not like that feeling from the bottom of his heart.
"Interested in a chat?"
It seemed that Nairíos really had something to say, and Many looked around once more before answering, "Sure."
"Surprised, isn't it?"
"Yes."
The exchange of questions and answers could not have been more concise. Many knew the consequences of saying too much would lead to mistakes, and so tried not to speak too much. After all, he still did not know what attitude Nairíos had towards him. Although Nairíos had controlled him to defeat the Elder of the Undead Council, it did not mean that Nairíos would stand on his side … Many believed that it was because Nairíos needed his body or something like that. In short, no one would be nice to you for no reason, and Many knew that very well.
"You can remain skeptical about what I say for now, but I hope you will listen carefully."
"Alright."
It was still a simple answer, but many people felt as if a huge secret was about to surface.
"My soul resides in the Dragon Crystal, but this is only a part of it. However, from the looks of it, I'm residing inside the Krillin's Blade, so when you use the Krillin's Blade, I can sense any of your thoughts and indirectly control your body." Nerios' voice was very calm. When he spoke, his tone was as calm as an ancient well, causing many people's hearts to gradually calm down. This feeling was very strange, as though his words unknowingly had the power to calm people down. "However, I won't do this often. I still have a limited interest in this world, and I will only fulfill some promises when necessary."
"Wait, what promise?"
"The promise of Krillin's Blade."
Nairíos quickly answered many questions. "When the Krillin's Blade was forged, it was forged into the blade along with a contract. All souls residing in the blade are obligated to use their own strength to protect the user's life."
"Understood. So?"
"However, this rule is not an obstacle for me. I perform this duty not because I need to obey it unconditionally, but because I have other things that I need you to carry out."
The meaning of this sentence was very clear — Nairíos's understanding of the word "rule" had far surpassed an ordinary human like him. Therefore, even the rule of the Holy Sword Krillin's Blade could not restrain Nairíos's soul within the blade.
"Other things?"
"That's another matter."
Nairíos did not answer this question. Instead, he continued, "You're just the chosen one. Remember, you're just a member of the vast sea of people. You're just a tiny part in the operation of the Theory of Destiny."
"What does this have to do with me?
Do I still need to be restrained? "
"You won't be restrained. To be honest, you won't be restrained too much. Sometimes, I may take control of your body, such as the last time." Nairíos did not hold back at all. His words were flat and calm. At the same time, he said these things without beating around the bush, "I don't need a person who can die at any time to hold Krillin's Blade."
This sentence was a little hurtful, but Many had no objections. He was almost killed by Xia Wei, and this fact made him completely admit that Nairíos's words were not unreasonable.
Being able to recognize one's own flaws and admit it was much better than ordinary people.
"Up to you."
Many realized that he had no choice — throw away Krillin's Blade?
There was no need. Nairíos would not be sealed away just because Krillin's Blade was abandoned or hidden. He also said that living in Krillin's Blade did not mean that he would stay in it forever.
However, this also reminded many people of what Eccleston had said when he suddenly appeared beside them. The Undead Duke seemed to be very familiar with the sword in his hand. At the same time, he had opened up a path for many people to increase their power — Soul Absorption!
Currently, Nairíos's soul was among them. It was obvious that this was the situation that Chris mentioned. The latter part of his words was to tell Many that pursued this power because of their own actions!
There was too much information, and Many couldn't judge who was more reasonable. For now, they could only wait and see.
"I don't have much to say. Here's the main point."
"I'm listening."
Many politely expressed his gratitude. He sat in his study room and seemed to be talking to himself. The author didn't move at all and looked straight ahead. This scene was as strange as it could get.
"Krillin's Blade and Radiant Scepter. You now have two sacred artifacts. Although you don't fully understand their uses, you are already one of the few people in this continent who can piece together a sacred artifact to this extent in the past 2,000 years."
"I'm honored, but this is more like a hot potato," Many added.
Many added. He could clearly feel that Krillin's Blade would bring him more conflicts. Both the Undead Shavi and the Elf Elder Wendell recognized this sword, but they did not express any special interest. However, Many knew that the history of this sword must be very complicated, and it would certainly attract the covetous eyes of many.
"The owner of the sacred artifact shall be the savior."
Nairíos said softly. He spoke in Draconic language, and the words that he just said sounded like the lyrics of a song or an excerpt from a spell. However, Many frowned as he understood the meaning behind it.
"The Wheel of Fortune. I think you still don't understand its exact meaning."
"Yes, but I've heard of this term many times."
"When the three sacred artifacts are gathered, the trajectory of the Wheel of Fortune begins to change. The continent's fission, the invasion of the foreign races, and the blessed become the key to the war …" Nairíos's voice suddenly became low, but he did not finish his sentence. His voice suddenly stopped halfway as though he was reciting a poem. "Roslolian, I think I'll be able to see you again soon."
Nairíos's words revealed too many mysteries. Many's first reaction was that he mentioned 'Roslolian'. This was the taboo name of the guardian and the name of this continent. The last person with this name had already sacrificed his life to stop the invasion of the Abyssal Race in the War of the Abyss. Why would he suddenly say that he would be able to see Roslolian again?
Is this a … poem?
Or something else?
It seemed to be foretelling something —
"Prophecy?"
Many suddenly said aloud.
"Smart human."
It was rare for Nairíos to say this. But even if it was a compliment, his tone did not contain any element of praise.
"The power of the three sacred artifacts is far greater than people imagine. But until today, they are still scattered in various places … Some have even left this continent."
"What do you want me to do?"
Many suddenly realized that Nairíos had said so much as if he was assigning them some task. This feeling was similar to when they were still snipers and their superiors first emphasized the importance of the character …
Nairíos heard many questions and suddenly paused before continuing, "Do you know why I'm talking to you today?"
Many did not answer because Nairíos was talking nonsense.
"There's not much time left."
Nairíos only said this, and then his voice seemed to vanish into thin air. While many were pondering, they suddenly realized that there was one more person in the room!
Dressed in a simple and solemn black robe, black hair, a pale face, two sword-like eyebrows, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to look down on the common people … Many immediately recognized the person in front of them!
"Only you can see me here."
Nairíos's voice still echoed in many's mind, but many could see that he was indeed speaking. This legendary figure had a well-proportioned figure and was slightly taller than many. He stood sideways with his hands behind his back and looked at the surrounding scenery. Then, he naturally sat on an armchair at the side.
All of his movements were very steady, and the strong aura of superiority gave many a very strange feeling … Not only was he in awe of that aura, but he also felt as if he was looking into a mirror — right now, many felt as if he was looking at himself!
This was an involuntary feeling. Many's face was quite different from Nairíos's, but they did not know why they felt as if they were the same person!
"This is very normal."
Nairíos seemed to know what many were thinking. "The Wheel of Fate has linked us together. This is not unusual."
"Why do so many people mention the Wheel of Fate?"