Chapter 1769: Betraying (2) Chapter 1769: Betraying (2) If not for this trip to the abyssal territory, the swordsman would never have said such disrespectful words to his faith.
However, what he had seen and heard along the way had caused his heart to begin to waver–from a firm believer in God, he began to doubt whether there was a real God in this world.
“..”
The swordsman was met with silence.
Other than Edward and the others who were speechless, even the cultivator opened his mouth but could not say a word that was enough to appease the swordsman.
To the Saints who had deviated from their beliefs, no one had the confidence to answer this question.
After a long while, the cultivator spoke with difficulty, ”
“Arthur-”
He called out the swordsman's name, and before he could finish, the swordsman held the ice sword with both hands and said in a self-deprecating manner, ”
Sage yueshu has awakened. according to their plan, sealing him was imminent.
“But there's still a year to go before the time stated in the greater prophecy spell.”
Regardless of whether or not the sage yueshu was sealed, the great prophecy spell was destined to fail.
The Dragon that was chased out of the continent was brought back by Lucifer. He betrayed his promise but was not punished by the gods.
we've risked our lives here and even implicated irrelevant people, ” the swordsman said, his tone getting more and more agitated. He did not name anyone, but every Saint knew who he was referring to.
but you promised us that you would appear at the most crucial moment … the swordsman paused for a moment and closed his eyes in disappointment.
His chest heaved up and down as if he was digesting the emotions in his heart.
After a long time, he seemed to suppress the excitement in his heart and opened his eyes again.
“The great light is still nowhere to be seen.”
The swordsman's lips moved.
if there really is a God, then we might be people who have been abandoned by the gods.
His words were undoubtedly a heavy blow to everyone's faith. Even the most determined cultivators trembled and didn't speak for a long time.
On the back of the ice Dragon, everyone's expression was blank and at a loss. Everyone was silent for a moment.
At this moment, the black gas in the badge on the Saints 'collar seemed to come alive and began to wriggle.
“AI …”
A faint sigh sounded out of thin air, shocking all the silent people.
The voice seemed familiar, but it also carried a chilling aura that sent chills down everyone's spine. It entered the hearts of everyone on the ice Dragon.
The cultivator's body trembled. He immediately looked up and around. In the distance, the Daoist priest, number one, and number four all had their heads lowered. Number one was still in the position of pointing to the abyss.
It seemed that other than them, the 'newbies' sent by the Federation did not hear the sigh.
“Who is it?”
The swordsman's back was numb, and an uneasy pressure enveloped his whole body. He subconsciously held his sword with both hands and poured his combat energy into the ice sword.
“Who's sighing?”
He turned his face around, but no one answered him.
The abyssal territory was a world of its own. Song qingxiao chased after Lucifer, and it seemed that Sage yueshu had yet to completely break free from the restraints of the seal.
No. 1, No. 4, and the priest were shocked by the appearance of Haas and the others. The believers were at a loss, and the Saints were silent. But who was the one sighing?
“Arthur.”
This time, the mysterious voice sounded again and called out the swordsman's name.
The moment the swordsman heard his name being called out, his pupils contracted violently, and the calm expression on his face crumbled.
“The great light?”
His eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe his ears and judgment.
However, the swordsman was well aware that he could not have misheard.
He had once followed the glorious sun Sage to battle everywhere and was once his most loyal follower. The glorious sun Sage's voice was like a curse that had been engraved into his soul.
Even though Sage sunlight had been severely injured for the past few hundred years and had rarely gone out to meet people, the swordsman would never forget his voice.
The swordsman felt a chill run down his spine and spread to his limbs. It stimulated his heart and made it beat rapidly.
The expressions of the cultivators and the others weren't any better. Horror and panic occupied their hearts, causing them to hold their breaths and concentrate, deeply afraid that they were hallucinating.
Chapter end
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