Chapter 594: Chapter 333 Be Your Lord Dyson_3


    Shoving his way through the crowd, Anthony squeezed into the circle, nudged Negris, and asked, “What are you looking at? What is this? A finger bone?”


    Negris furrowed his scaly brows and said, “This finger bone is strange, it has some kind of peculiar power. What kind of power? Eh, what were we looking at here?”


    Negris also seemed to drift into a daze.


    Anthony looked at Ange and said, “Sir, this seems to be the Power of the Forgotten. Are you affected?”


    Ange shook his head, as if sensing something. He nced at Negris, then lifted his head to look at the other confused people.


    Ange thought for a moment, then arched his body, letting out a soul-shattering shriek.


    The Soul Impact erupted like an invisible exploding fireball, causing everyone who was in a mental fog to break out in a cold sweat, abruptly bing fully alert.


    “What happened? What happened?”


    “What’s going on? What am I doing here?”


    “The finger bone, yes, yes, finger bone, whose finger bone?”


    Like people waking from a dream, they excitedly tried to figure out what had urred, and instantly scattered several feet away.


    Only Anthony, Negris, and Durken remained standing.


    “A purple-gold finger bone, why does it still hold the power of the God of the Forgotten? Whose finger bone is it, Locke’s? Or Harvey’s?” Negris asked, puzzled.@@novelbin@@


    “Is it possible that it belongs to the third Lord of Mourning? The one the Little Demon spoke of, the one that was with His Majesty.” Anthony spected.


    Negris jumped, “We all forgot who that skeleton was. Could it have been caused by the Power of the Forgotten? That skeleton fought with the God of the Forgotten, was affected by the Power of the Forgotten, causing us all to forget its existence?”


    “Hiss, it can’t be, could there really be such a strange Divine Technique? Being hit by the Divine Technique caused us to lose our memory? That doesn’t make sense. It’s like we’re getting hurt from a fight we’re not even part of.” Durken said.


    Anthony shook his head, “No, I’ve seen the records of the God of the Forgotten. The description of him is just like this, the Power of the Forgotten, makes everyone forget you, including yourself.”


    “Could it really be so magical? Then why does this finger bone have the Power of the Forgotten?” Durken asked.


    Anthony frowned at the finger bone, deep in thought, “I can’t remember, huh, what were we just talking about? How much do I owe Silver Coin? I don’t think I owe him any money?”


    Negris smirked, “It’s useless, even if you forget your own name, it doesn’t matter, Silver Coin would definitely make you sign a contract.”


    Anthony awkwardly scratched his nose, “I really have forgotten my surname.”


    The surname Anthony mentioned naturally is not from this life, Anthony XXXX, but the one from over a thousand years ago when he was human, it seems to be something like ‘Finick Gbchilodris Gravatnabasek…’, it’s so long that even ghosts can’t remember it.


    “What made you forget your name? Ah, it’s time…” Rogge suddenly popped up, sighing morosely.


    Anthony gave him a strange look and suddenly pped his chest, ck smoke billowed out, condensing into an Undead Warhorse.


    “ck Horse, catch him, I’ll treat him so he won’t be depressed again.”


    While Rogge was being chased around, Ange picked up the finger bone, grasping it firmly in his hand.


    The finger bone had two parts, one part just obtained, the other had been exchanged from the Dimension Beast long ago and had been with Ange for a long time, thoroughly familiar.


    With that, Ange transformed into a brand new Mourning Skeleton and stood still for thirty seconds.


    After reverting to his original state, Ange tilted his head and said, “His name is sh Feiti, I sense he’s still alive.”