My father has the appearance of an emperor

Chapter 307 Mark
The Famit Kingdom booth.

On the high platform, three thrones are situated above.

Sitting at the top in the center was a white-haired old man. He wore a diamond crown and held a king's scepter. His long hair covered his face, and only a pair of eyes with strange double pupils could be seen.

The King of Famit, Clement Famit.

Below and to his right is a young boy with a star crown on his head and a celestial instrument in his hand, with stars flowing in his eyes.

The great sage of the kingdom, astrologer Alexia Soter.

On Clement's left was a girl in a Gothic skirt. She had a delicate face, long black hair, and snow-white skin, like a porcelain doll, but this porcelain doll looked damaged. Her face and arms were covered with fine and light cracks, and she looked like she would break at any time.

Princess of the Kingdom, Christiane Famit.

Sitting on the throne at this moment, Clement Famit murmured: "He hasn't come out yet."

His voice was hoarse and muddy, as if his vocal cords had been cut by a knife, and it was unclear.

The young great sage smiled and said, "He has encountered them... He will come out after he has dealt with them."

The voice of this young sage was extremely old. If one did not look at his face and only listened to his voice, he would sound like an elderly man in his twilight years.

The old king sighed and said, "But I have a bad feeling."

As he said this, an inexplicable force emerged.

A spot of blazing heat shone on the old king's forehead, and the next moment a flame mark appeared on the top of his head, as if someone had burned it with a branding iron.

The great pain caused the old king's body to tremble slightly, and then a strange and dazzling light rose in his eyes.

At the same time, the face of the girl in the Gothic skirt showed large, mottled marks like broken porcelain pieces, and distorted light and shadows overflowed from those cracks.

The young sage slightly raised his left hand, and a starlight illuminated it.

The spots on the Gothic skirt girl's body gradually disappeared, and the old king's eyes returned to calm.

Then he said, "I've leveled up, level thirteen."

When he said this, his tone was particularly heavy, as if he had suffered some major setback.

Alexia sighed, “If something can go wrong, it will.”

He glanced at the girl in the Gothic skirt; her face remained calm and she said nothing.

The old king sighed heavily: "Finally he has revived, but it doesn't matter anymore. After all, it's not the worst outcome."

He raised his head slightly, and his long hair spread out on both sides of his face, revealing an ancient face. On his left cheek was a mark of snowflakes, on his right cheek was a mark of mountains, and on his chin was a mark of breeze, but these three marks were obviously much lighter than the flame mark on his forehead.

The king looked as if his face was covered with stamps, making him look extremely weird.

Alexia bowed her head: "This is not what he promised in the beginning."

The old king didn't care: "We never understood him, but I believe that he loves his son, and that's enough to know."

Alexia looked at the girl in the gothic skirt, "Anna, what about you?"

The girl looked into the distance with cold eyes.

She said nothing, but a tiny crack quietly appeared between her brows, flashing a strange, twisted arc of light.

Alexia nodded and said, "I can't understand your trust, but I respect your choice. After all, that is your area of ​​expertise."

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In the hall, Jiang Chen stood there quietly, the root runes in his mind flashed, and more understanding began to flow in.

The payment of 15 knowledge points not only allowed him to receive the page, but also allowed Jiang Chen to comprehend more roots. The number of root runes on Gaia increased.

One part is bleak: this is using the runes of oblivion.

Part of it is mysterious: it is a rune that has not been understood.

Part of it is clear and lucid: this is the rune that has been mastered.

They interweave and shine in the mind, bringing about a wonderful feeling.

And the battle in the hall is over!

All the Flame Cultists are dead, either killed in battle or sacrificed.

Only the mark of fire remained forever on the forehead of the Lord of Chaos.

He looked at the other three statues, and there were no similar marks on their foreheads, but for some reason, Jiang Chen always felt that they seemed to have encountered similar situations. An indescribable, inexplicable intuition.

"Interesting." He chuckled.

The system prompts in my ears:

"You are participating in a historic event."

"Gain 8 knowledge points."

"You can leave this place by teleporting through the bonfire here."

He walked towards the bonfire and waved his hand gently at it.

boom!
A burst of flames rose up and swept over his whole body. As the flames surged, Jiang Chen's figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was standing in the audience again.

The audience stands on both sides of the canyon were still shouting, and when they looked at the battle in the distance, they saw that Famit's side had retreated.

They retreated to the barrier closest to the Crimson Territory, which meant that they failed to break through the opponent's defense and could only rely on the barrier to hold on.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chen jumped directly from the audience seats and came to the arena. As he leaped, black mist wrapped around his body and covered it, and when he landed, it had returned to its original appearance.

Seeing Jiang Chen return to the arena, all the audience were excited.

"That damn bastard, where did he hide just now?"

"Come up here again if you dare! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Jiang Chen raised his middle finger towards the stands on both sides: Come down if you dare!
Then he strode towards the battlefield - he really wanted to continue going to the Cave of Destiny, but the problem was that he now had a bunch of artifacts on him, and he had just been cursed by bad luck. He didn't know if he could offset some of his good luck. If he failed each time, he would lose a piece of equipment, and the probability of losing an artifact was very high, so he gave up.

Damn bastard, can’t you wait for me to play a few dozen more rounds?

At this time, a round of fighting had just ended and both sides were resting.

Jiang Chen noticed that there were still about 45 senior fighters and 200 auxiliary soldiers on his side, while the other side still had about 60 senior fighters, and all the ordinary soldiers were dead.

Seeing Jiang Chen coming over, the people here shouted excitedly.

Jiang Chen's previous performance impressed everyone, and his return made countless people full of expectations - finally they don't have to watch this damn sit-in war anymore.

A Terror Warrior shouted: "You are finally back!"

Jiang Chen laughed and said, "You guys are not the ones who are ...

Everyone was dissatisfied at the same time.

"You can't blame us for this," said Ai Bo, the man with the mustache. "They are defending right under the statue. Although they are few in number, they are all elites. The key is that they are very close to the supply house and can get supplies at any time. As for us... we are not far away, and there are not even many soldiers for us to kill to get rewards. We can only defend the barrier. But it doesn't matter. We have occupied six barriers and have more soldiers than them. Victory is destined to belong to us."

Jiang Chen was dissatisfied: "Can you all be more promising? Different ways of winning are evaluated differently. Only knocking down the statue is considered a complete victory!"

One of the ordained persons angrily said, “That’s because you ran away with half of the reward!”

"So it's still my fault?" Jiang Chen said disdainfully.

A blood demon warrior looked at Jiang Chen strangely: "You seem to have shrunk in size?"

Ah!
That is, the flesh on both arms was gone.

Jiang Chen's height shrunk from 1.8 meters to just over 1.6 meters.

"I'm still a child." Jiang Chen spread his hands.

Then he raised his great sword: "Can you do me a favor? You guys are responsible for blocking the sword, and I'll be responsible for hunting."

"Don't even think about it!" Everyone laughed.

"Then I have no choice but to do this." Jiang Chen has activated the demon upgrade, and a dark mist is emerging.

The demon form is not absolutely hidden, but it doesn’t matter. The key point is that it is not easy to be captured in a melee. With the help of other people’s cover, Jiang Chen can avoid damage to the greatest extent - these guys will definitely focus their attack on him.

As for the resulting 40% weakening of the attack effect?

trivial.

What I rely on in the battle today is not my own strength, but the magic weapon!

"Roar!!!"

Along with that wild shout, another round of charge from the Kingdom of Famit began.

(End of this chapter)