blogombal Chapter 1398 Curse
Chapter 1398 Curse
Chapter 1398 Curse
"Are you also the god-man designated by the two fingers?"
Facing Heather, who seemed to be a candidate for deity, Greg couldn't even keep up the pretentious tone of an emperor.
At the same time, I felt a little nervous. It is said that the king is the partner of God. If the other party chooses me, a person of golden blood, to be the King of Elden, would I have to find a woman to transplant my limbs?
As if she had seen through Greg's thoughts, Heather curled her lips in disdain: "You are ugly, but you think of beautiful things? I am not some godly candidate."
"what?"
Greg was even more confused.
With such powerful subordinates, a half-human, half-wolf shadow beast, a finger witch, and the grace of the golden tree, everything showed that the man in front of him was the candidate designated by the two fingers. What else could he be but a god?
"You can think of me as being similar to Two Fingers. Of course, I'm much more handsome. You can call me the Selector."
Heather ran her hands through her black hair and said with a smile:
“I am not on the same side as Two Fingers, but we do similar things—I will choose the most suitable god for this border area, and the King of Elden who belongs to the gods.
Now, I have the great honor to inform you, my Lord, that you have been shortlisted to become the King of Elden."
"Really, really?"
Greg was stunned at first, then became excited. Even through the thin golden blood, he could vaguely feel the incomparable strength of the person in front of him.
If it was this man, Greg had no doubt that he was capable of finding a suitable god and king.
He had never been so close to the throne of King Elden!
However, Greg, who has been unlucky since childhood, does not believe that good luck will suddenly favor him. There must be a "but".
"but……"
As expected, Heather said in a slow and drawn-out voice:
“You are too weak, great Greg. Even if you are included in the candidate list, what can you use to compete with other demigods for the throne?
Look at you, you regard the corpse of a young dragon as a treasure, and make yourself neither human nor ghost, so that you can't even hunt a rune bear.
You are so weak, Greg, that you are only food for other candidates."
Greg was trembling all over, feeling a mixture of shame and resentment.
Suddenly, he had an idea and looked up at Heather: "Then what should I do? Tell me, great selector, you must have a way!"
Heather smiled slowly.
"Of course, of course. That is why I have come, my Lord."
Heather slid to Greg's side like a cunning snake and whispered:
“I know that you are just bound by the glory of your fathers.
The fragment of the magic ring called "Great Rune" is not the ladder for you to become a king, but your death warrant.
Soon, more and stronger Faded Ones will come to Stonewell City according to the guidance of the blessing, to seize the Great Rune held by the weakest Fragment King.
And by then, you will be doomed..."
In a trance, Greg seemed to be half asleep and half awake, dreaming that he was defeated by a strange Faded One. Not only was the Great Rune taken away from him, but he also died in the city of Stonewell. His body and head were even trampled on by a common man. He died without any dignity.
"No! No no no no! I don't want to end up in such a miserable situation! Help me, help me, great selector!"
Greg screamed in fear. He couldn't tell whether this was a dream or a reality that was about to happen, but one thing he was sure of was that he must not end up like this.
"Hand over your Great Rune. It is useless on your road to becoming king. In return, I will grant you new power, a power far beyond your imagination, a power you have never even dreamed of."
Heather's voice was like the tongue of a tempting venomous snake, bewitching Greg.
For some reason, Greg wanted to believe Heather. Everyone, whether mortal or king, would have dreams, and dreams were illogical, and this was also true for Greg now.
He was breathing rapidly, and his chest kept rising and falling as if he was struggling fiercely in his heart. Soon, he calmed down, as if he had made a decision.
Greg placed his hand on his chest, and light emanated from between his fingers. When he opened his hand again, a golden rune appeared in his palm.
This rune radiates golden light, and seems to be made up of three incomplete golden rings interwoven together. The intersections of the rings are connected with other intersections to form golden rune arcs.
This is the core position of the Elden Ring. It was originally the core Great Rune that belonged to Golden Godwin. After Godwin's death, it was inherited by his son Greg. It can be said to be the strongest Great Rune.
Greg held the big rune in his palm, trembling slightly. But he finally made up his mind, raised his palm in front of Heather, and lowered his proud head deeply. The crown on his head fell to the ground with a clang, spun twice and stopped moving.
Heather took the Great Rune and handed it to Nanami next to him. The power of the Great Rune immediately appeared in his heart.
This Great Rune can enhance the holder's abilities in all aspects, just like a permanent World Flame Enhancement, and the increase is amazing. However, this will have a very powerful effect on ordinary outsiders, but it is dispensable for Heather.
Judging from the effect, the stronger the holder is, the more difficult it will be to fully exert the effect of this Great Rune. This can be considered an early stage development artifact.
After sending the Great Rune, Greg became visibly depressed and slumped on the ground. The Great Rune, the core that he inherited from his father Godwin, was not only his spiritual sustenance, but also what he had always regarded as his crown.
Now that I'm sending it off with my own hands, it's hard to describe what kind of complicated emotions this is.
At this moment, Greg felt a hand touching his head, and Heather's gentle voice sounded -
“Oh, great descendant of the golden bloodline, you have been lost, escaped, and fought, but in the end you chose the path that is most correct for you.
Now, as the first and final selector of the border, I will give you the power to become the king.
Go fight! Go loot! Go compete!
Let your ancestors see how far the last bloodline of the Golden Clan can go!"
Greg only felt the violent power pouring in from the top of his head and penetrating his whole body. What a domineering power it was. Greg had never felt his power so strong and vigorous!
The mountain goblin's hands and feet were torn from his body and turned to ash, and then the limbs looted from the faded ones also turned to dust and dissipated. Greg's own limbs were returned to his control, and he became the last descendant of the golden lineage, healthy and pure.
At this moment, Greg had a handsome face, long golden hair falling on his shoulders, and a strong and tall body. It seemed that he inherited the excellent bloodline of his father, Golden Godwin.
"This, this is... my hands and feet are back!"
Greg looked down in disbelief at his long-lost limbs.
Heather smiled and said, "That's not all. Try touching the headless dragon corpse with your hands."
Greg walked to the dragon corpse blankly and placed his palm over the broken neck of the dragon corpse. Suddenly, Greg's palm turned into melted meat paste and connected with the dragon corpse's neck. The dragon corpse's broken wings quickly melted and transferred to Greg's body along the contact point.
The next moment, a pair of dragon wings grew out from behind Greg, brand new and full of vitality.
"Unbelievable, I can feel some power complementing the power of the Hundred Aspects of the Crucible! I can even cancel the fusion with the dragon at any time and return to the perfect golden bloodline! Awesome... It's really amazing, Selector!"
Greg's face showed ecstasy. He no longer had to feel inferior because of the ugliness and incompleteness brought by the limb graft. As long as he had such power, he could continue to hunt those powerful creatures and turn them into his own arsenal.
Across from her, Heather gladly accepted Greg's heartfelt praise.
This is called curse-sealing, boy.
(End of this chapter)