Enlightenment ceremony 2

The bustling crowd whispered around the altar. When Charles picked up the dagger in the priest's hand, a large fog rose around the altar. Even the transcendent in the ninth sequence could not detect what was happening inside the altar.

The depths of the clouds flashed subtle blue light, faintly visible, like a flame that would be extinguished at any time. The base made of altar jade was suffused with faint white light, which was still clearly visible even in the scorching noon sun.

Vague murmurs sounded from time to time, like the murmur of the devil, making the whole altar look mysterious and terrifying.

Lin and Hechu stood on the balcony of the castle, overlooking the crowd below and the central altar.

Unfortunately, the closure of the altar is all-round, and even above, the line of sight will be blocked by clouds.

Lin's hand held a small bronze Blunderbuss, and his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, blocking the prying eyes for his master.

"Well, do you think of your enlightenment?"

Hechu handed Lin the cigar in his hand, and he already had one in his mouth.

Lin eyebrows a wrinkly:

"Western goods?"

Hechu opened his mouth and spit out a smoke ring, with an intoxicated look in his eyes:

"Yes, from the western regions."

Lin stuffed the cigar into the top pocket of the standing collar uniform, and he gently shook his head:

"My father said not to deal with people in the western regions."

Hechu curled his mouth discontentedly and continued to smoke his cigar. Lin has been like this from small to large, taking his father's words as a holy decree.

Unlike Lin, whose blue blood concentration was as high as 44%, hechuna's blue blood concentration of less than 5% once made the Duke doubt whether he was his own.

"Even Fina has grown so big!"

Inadvertently glancing at the graceful short haired cold beauty on the wall, Lin suddenly sighed that the little girl came to his waist the last time he saw Fina.

Hechu smiled. Fina was not friendly to him. He didn't want to follow Lin's words.

He turned the topic to Charles:

"Talk about today's protagonist. What do you think of his result?"

Lin's eyes deepened. He stared at the center of the storm, as if he wanted to see through the figure in the center of the altar, but soon he closed his eyes and replied:

"He is very much like his father!"

Hechu bit his cigar and nodded.

"Do you think he will become a wind warrior?"

Lin frowned and asked:

"What do you mean?"

You should know that the wind warrior sequence is an extraordinary sequence handed down from generation to generation by the West family. If Charles' enlightenment is successful, how can he not be a great wind warrior?

Hechu chuckled and threw down the bottom of the smoke.

His brother Charles is not as simple as he seems.

....

In the middle of the altar, the priest was surrounded by bands with mysterious words. The whole body floated in the air, and the low, hoarse cries came from his mouth again and again:

"Charles!"

"Charles!"

"Charles!"

Charles's eyes were closed at this time, and his lips showed a morbid purplish red, but his chest was a little bit out of the blue light.

Charles felt like he had a dream, a very real dream.

In his dream, he returned to the earth, became a child, reunited with his parents, and lived happily like a normal person.

Gradually, he gradually forgot his name and his task, as if everything in the past was the real dream, and he had returned to reality.

He is enjoying his life, and his parents love him very much. His brother has always taken care of him. There is no assassination, no intrigue, only the sweetness of life.

This life lasted until he was sixteen years old. On his birthday, he found that he was different from others. When he looked in the mirror, he found another himself standing in the mirror.

He was wearing a delicate black windbreaker, with sapphire like eyes shining, and his noble breath was revealed from his bones.

There was no trace of similarity in his appearance, but Charles felt that this was himself.

Since then, his life has been changed, because from that day on, he found that he had invincible, transcendent power.

He can do whatever he wants, and the endless hail of bullets can't even get close to him. He can jump from the peak of Mount Mulang without injury, and can dive into the deep sea to enjoy the eruption of undersea volcanoes with prehistoric beasts.

It seems that he is the rule of the whole world. As long as he wants, the world will change for him.

Although there were vague cries in his ears from time to time, he didn't care at all. He was very comfortable. He wanted to live here all the time.

After such an unrestrained life, I don't know how long, he suddenly realized a problem, what's his name?

The pain of tearing his head overwhelmed him. He had not felt pain for many years.

So he stopped thinking about this problem. He was afraid that continuing to think about this problem would lead to serious consequences.

In this way, a long time passed. When he climbed over and over again into the sea, he felt more and more bored in the world.

There is no fun in this world.

Suddenly, he thought of the problem again

"What's my name?"