Transcendent Dawn

Farrell is an honorable and regal surname.

It can be traced back to the beginning of the founding of the Chris Empire, following the family tree of the Duke of Lionheart, the founder of Caesar. Although it has long since disappeared after a long period of time, the highest title in the Farrell family is just a mere baron. Due to the advantages of 'tradition' and 'purity of blood', Baron Gregory Farrell still became one of the commanders of the royal court guards.

Although he was only responsible for guarding the outermost gate, it was enough for him to be proud and brag about it.

off day.

Gregory Farrell and his friends had a hearty hunt in the suburbs in the cool autumn air, and returned to their villa with the prey.

"master."

Reynolds, the butler in his fifties, with meticulously combed silver-white hair, a ponytail tied behind his head, and a tuxedo, waited by the side and let the stable boy take away the owner's beloved horse.

"Take care of 'Lightning', don't forget to feed it eggs at night, and tell the groom... If he dares to steal it, I will cut off his hand."

Gregory's rough voice resounded around: "Reynolds, take my prey to the kitchen, I want to eat hare meat tonight."

"As I wish, sir, how about making your favorite rabbit pie?"

Renault stepped forward calmly: "Also...the 'goods' you were optimistic about last time have arrived."

"Oh?"

Gregory's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his palms: "Then what are you waiting for?"

When he came to the underground prison, a stuffy and stench came over his face.

Gregory didn't feel uncomfortable about this, so he quickened his pace and came outside an iron fence.

In the prison, a pair of charming sisters were imprisoned. Their hands and feet were tied up, a piece of cloth was stuffed in their mouths, and a knot was tied behind their heads to ensure that they would never yell out, and they would also be unable to act. any resistance.

"Not bad, really good... I'm looking forward to the evening's activities."

Gregory rubbed his fingers and went back to the study.

While dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, he wanted a quiet break.

"Gregory Farrell!"

A young voice suddenly sounded in the study.

Gregory jumped up from his chair like a cat whose fur had exploded, staring at the young man who suddenly appeared.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

The muscles on Gregor's body suddenly swelled, releasing a steel-like blue-black luster.

"Gregory Farrell! A widower, with one son and one daughter, with a brutal personality, he is the umbrella of the gangsters in the Sacrament slums, and has organized human trafficking activities many times... Oh, he is still a fourth-level [Berserker] ]!"

"You simultaneously set up casinos, forced gambling debts, extorted and kidnapped... Greedyly snatched every gold coin, even if blood and tears were condensed on it, and every pore on your body exuded a nasty stench... But even so, among the people I destroy, you are neither the most evil nor the strongest, you are just... an ant with less luck!"

Sulu said in a calm tone.

"Who are you? Those pretentious civilian heroes? Or are you ordered by someone?"

Gregory roared loudly, hoping to attract the attention of outsiders.

Unfortunately, even though his throat hurt from shouting, there was still no movement around, as if everyone outside the study had died.

"No... I didn't come here for your crimes. The reason why I said that was just to find an excuse to crush you to death..."

Sulu waved his hand flatly.

Near Gregory, a marble sculpture on a stand suddenly exploded, and a large number of tentacles spread out from the statue's head, wrapping him all over.

"Do not!"

Gregory exclaimed.

But it didn't work.

Even if he was a fourth-tier professional, he couldn't break these tentacles with all his strength. He could only watch them tie his limbs tightly and send them to Sulu.

"Your identity, everything about you...I took it away!"

Sulu stretched out his hand, as if grabbing something from him.

This is 'deprivation' in the mysterious sense. He completely took away the other party's name and identity.

"Do not!"

Gregory let out a hysterical scream.

He didn't know what happened, he just felt that he had lost something very important, he even forgot his name, as if he had become a superfluous person in the world.

This is the most thorough 'replacement'.

From now on, even if there are divination professionals of the fifth and sixth ranks, they can only get the information that Sulu is Gregory.

The person next to him is fundamentally denied, replaced.

"Okay, let's leave the waste."

Sulu waved his hand in disgust.

Countless tentacles retracted the statue, and the study became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Sulu didn't change into Gregory's appearance, nor did he change his clothes, he just walked out in such a swaggering manner.

Along the way, all the servants saluted respectfully and did not notice anything unusual.

"My lord, the rabbit pie isn't ready yet."

When Sulu came to the living room, he saw Renault stepping forward to report.

"I don't like to eat rabbit meat, so I will serve it directly for dinner."

Sulu waved his hand.

"Okay." Renault didn't have the slightest doubt. In his impression, Sulu's preferences had replaced the original Gregory's preferences.

"Father!"

At the dinner party, the teenage girl Elma held up her skirt and saluted Sulu gracefully.

She didn't think about how this young man could be her father, she just felt that everything was justified: "Also... my brother asked the servant to bring back a message. He is participating in club activities at school and hasn't been home for a few days. "

"That bastard, we will cut off his living expenses starting tomorrow."

Sulu cut a piece of steak casually.

'Poor brother...'

Alma muttered silently, but did not dare to argue for her brother.

In an aristocratic family, the authority of the 'head of the family' is very heavy. Not only her brother, but also her future and who she will marry are decided by the head of the family, that is, Gregory.

Because of something on her mind, the girl's dinner ended in a hurry.

Sulu tasted the Sacrament-style dinner with great interest and returned to the study.

He sat on a chair, clenched his fist with his right hand, resting his cheek, and tapped the knuckles of his left hand on the table rhythmically.

'The previous divination... Antonio Caesar showed extremely strong anti-divination characteristics, even with a demi-magic weapon, it was a bit difficult to explain...unless the gods were covering him up! '

'That's right... No matter how arrogant he is, he will not plan to single out the six righteous god churches, so he found supporters among them? '

‘The alliance between the seven gods is not indestructible? Right! If it was really indestructible, there would be no such thing as the Church of the Goddess of Light shifting its focus to the Federation! '

'But the righteous gods don't want to see the latecomers appear. Has the situation changed, or is it because of some other special reason? '

‘All in all, Sacred must have a good show to watch recently! And there may be avatars of gods lurking, so I have to hide a little bit and find an identity instead. '

The corners of Sulu's mouth curled up slightly.

After becoming a god, the time is infinite, and he doesn't mind waiting here until the day when the good show starts.