Spirit, in the past, the three kings were killed, the fighting spirit extended mightily, and the three figures all came in the form of golden glory. At this time, what can be said about the spiritual bodies gathered by the three black figures?

"That dragon... didn't suffer any fatal injuries. Can you show mercy?"

"No matter what, this test is difficult."

"Haha, no one thought that this would be an easy battle. They were already mentally prepared!" Arman smiled and waved his hand, not caring that he had said the wrong thing just now.

"That's right, there are still so many people who haven't really taken action, even if they weren't..." On one side, Victor, the emperor of the Coleman Empire, slowly spoke. He was a man in his early thirties, with a beard, and he was dignified and majestic.

The handsome young emperor was halfway through his words. He paused and looked at Grace Farrell not far away, "Even if it weren't for them, if Her Majesty Grace takes action, it's probably not Angelina or Sharjah.

, they are all available at your fingertips, right?”

Victor and Grace are both emperors. The significance of stepping into such a crisis at this time is actually very extraordinary. Externally, it may be said that the two emperors are on a personal expedition to defeat the evil necromancer, but internally, they have different opinions.

At this time, there seemed to be a slight irony in Victor's words. To others, it might sound like he was forcing the king of another country to die, but Arman smiled with the entourage next to him and whispered: "Young couple

in argument."

The Coleman Empire is a large country that rivals the former Rhine Empire. Victor is in his thirties and has inherited the throne. His own abilities are also very outstanding. The Principality of Noll is relatively small. Grace, as the queen, is similar in age and is also in her thirties.

, not married, she is extremely beautiful and has outstanding temperament, but no one has ever considered her to be weak.

The experience of this queen is also unusual. She has magic skills in the legendary field. She was once a female genius as famous as Angelina. Later, she murdered her father and brother and ascended to the throne of queen. The red carpet under the throne was also paved with blood.

Although his administration was peaceful after he succeeded to the throne, he was always cruel and merciless in dealing with his enemies. The reason why Armen thought it was a quarrel between young couples was because Victor proposed to Grace a few months ago, and this time the two

When people come over, in a certain sense, it is considered to mean joining forces or a blind date.

At this time, after hearing what the other party said, Grace, who had been quietly looking at the battlefield, Farrell turned his gaze coldly and fixed his gaze on Victor over there. If it was really flirting, such a look at each other

It might be very interesting, but she is a strong person in the legendary field. Although her power has not been unfolded at this time, her cold eyes are extremely coercive. After a while, she may be in the spirit of a good man not fighting with a woman.

, Victor turned his eyes away and shrugged slightly, his expression... seemed to be unhappy or unwilling.

No matter what, there are always people who know something in this place. When Grace turned her gaze to the battlefield again, the old Duke next to Victor turned his body sideways and sighed.

"She is like an elemental bottle now. It will explode when touched. At this time, Your Majesty, why do you have to touch her..."

Victor did not speak, but after a moment, he stood up from his seat, put on his long cloak, turned and left: "I'm going for a walk."

Before he walked out of the field, the atmosphere on the battlefield over there seemed to have begun to change. A slight silence and depression came over him. He stopped and looked back. The battle had not stopped. The soldiers were still charging, but the atmosphere

It became stagnant, and for the first time in many days, the atmosphere on this battlefield seemed to become quieter.

A moment later, a report came.

The undead front began to shrink.

"The last time... is almost here." Victor murmured, and then ordered the people around him, "Call a few masters... to prepare."

Our vision spanned the battlefield, crossing the river of light formed by the sea of ​​people and conflicts, and we entered the core of the old castle.

Vibrations came from the outside, constantly shaking the black building. The flames of war burned, and light shone into the glazed windows. Occasionally, a red light caused by a fireball would streak across.

"Going down the mountain from the path behind the castle, the knight promised the princess that he must find a shield with the power of the earth and a sword with the power of fire, and then find the twigs of the World Tree, come back and kill the evil necromancer, and rescue the beautiful princess.

To restore peace to the earth, he walked across the nine mountains..."

Slow and gentle voices echoed in the space, almost diluting the urgent sounds coming from the outside world. This was a large house, but due to the number of people gathered at this time, it already seemed small and crowded. The house had thick walls

Walls, beautiful fireplaces, tables and chairs of all sizes, and the light of candles illuminated the room. It swayed with the vibration, and occasionally sand and stones rustled down. The man sat on the chair by the fireplace, slowly

Slowly turning the pages of the huge book in his hand, there are illustrations on the pages, full of fairy tales.

The children gathered in the room, filling the whole room, listening to him telling these stories. I don’t know how many children were sitting or standing. Many were lying on the bed, and some children were sitting on the bed.

On the shoulders of the older children in front, they were dazed, laughing, and whispering to each other. They... could move.

The clothes worn by the children are actually clean, but if ordinary people were here, they would smell a strong corpse odor.

The battle continued outside, and the man sat there, quietly telling the story in the storybook. His hair was very long, all white, but it did not look elegant or beautiful, it was a little messy, and even a little sparse.

Under the long hair, his body and face were both thin. When he told stories, he had a slight smile on his face. It was a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked dead. His age could not be seen from his appearance. The dust followed the castle

The trembling sound occasionally fell in the room. He talked for a long time and felt a little thirsty. He reached for the teacup on the stool next to him. When he put it to his mouth, he found that there was no tea in the teacup. Instead, there was a layer of dust. So he

He put it back and reached out to turn another page of the storybook.

"He got the shield and hurried back... The dragon gave him the blessed ring... He finally passed through the dangerous mountains and came to the World Tree. The World Tree was so big... So,

He finally climbed to the top of the branch... and pierced the evil mage's heart with his sword, and all the guards stopped moving..."

He had been telling this fairy tale gently and methodically. At some point on the battlefield outside, a shout of "Shaja" seemed to be heard, mixed with the accent of dragon language, but he did not pause. Finally, the fairy tale book opened

Reached the last page.

"Peace has been restored to the world, and the prince and princess live happily together..." He smiled and said this sincerely. After finishing speaking, he looked at the illustration deeply for a long time, and then finally turned the page.

I turned to the back cover of the fairy tale book and looked at the children in the room.

"Okay, it's very late. After telling the story, everyone should go back to the room and sleep."

The children stood up, making noisy noises in the room, and some even shouted "Ah--", stretched out, and began to pour out of the door. Outside was a dark, circular corridor.

, although the battlefield outside can be seen, there is no damage here. Even the trebuchet did not damage this place. The firelight lit up the corridor. This was to allow the children to return to their rooms conveniently, and then

, the white-haired man also came out. He was wearing a robe that was so thin that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.

far away.

The front line of the battlefield, the catapult position.

"Discover……"

"Discover the target——"

"Prepare the magic mark..."

"Hurry up!"

"Hit him! You must hit him——"

The fire in the corridor became the most obvious sign in the darkness. In an instant, the entire battlefield was boiling. Some were boiling, while others gradually died down. These were different reactions that spread due to tension. On the corridor

, the man watched the children running ahead to different rooms, followed them with a smile, and then, the light lit up the side of his face.

The huge fireball thrown by the trebuchet streaked across the sky.

"Sleep well."

As he walked forward, a child pushed open the door and entered the room in front of him. Fireballs streaked towards him.

boom--

The fire was radiating, and gravel was flying. In front, huge flaming boulders were blasted from the side of the corridor. Some children who were still running flew out in the fire. However, he did not stop him. Half of the corridor

Everything began to crack and collapse, but he just walked forward.

"Sleep well..."

Collapsed and burning stones blocked his way, but he didn't pay attention. When he walked over, the stones naturally eroded away, and all obstacles disintegrated in front of him, allowing him to pass. There was actually some ground.

It had collapsed, but when he passed by, his footsteps were flying on the road that no longer existed. He just walked over and reached out to pat the door that no longer existed next to it.

"Sleep well."

The castle in this area began to collapse faster. He walked forward in the corridor that no longer existed in mid-air, patted the door that did not exist, and said good night to the children who did not exist. Nothing could hurt him. Then, he

Enter the interior of the castle.

All the way down, he walked into a room.

This was a simple but clean room. The woman was sitting on a chair at the end of the room, seemingly waiting for him to come over. When she saw him coming in, she smiled, and he walked over there. In fact, the woman

She is tall, but well-proportioned and slender, and does not appear fat or strong visually. She has a charming heroic spirit between her eyebrows. She is sitting there, wearing thin armor and a female warrior uniform, with a huge sword leaning against the wall.

The name of the sword is "Hengcheng".

He walked over and sat down on the ground next to the woman. The woman stretched out her hand, put her arm around his shoulders, and let him lean on her thigh. The castle was still shaking, and the two of them sat quietly like this.

They leaned together, quietly, and I don't know how long it took. When the man stood up, the woman had closed her eyes, quietly, as if she had fallen asleep.

He looked at the woman's face, and then picked her up. A coffin had appeared in the middle of the room. He walked towards the coffin and put the woman's body into the coffin. He stared at the face for a while, and then from

He picked up a black book from the table next to him, walked a few steps, walked back, picked up the quill pen on the table, opened the title page of the book, and added a line of words:

Nothing cannot die, nothing can be resurrected.

He put the book into the coffin and closed the lid.

On that day, I suddenly understood that the waves of fate are like the wind and river in the sky, and a person cannot struggle even if he is in it, no matter how powerful he is.

"I'm sorry, sister, I can't stay with you until the end..."

He slapped it down with one palm.

Rumble, rumble -

The whole earth is shaking, the castle is rustling, and the outer layer is beginning to collapse at an accelerated rate. There is a deep pit with an invisible bottom on the floor of the room. The coffin is buried deep into the ground. The spell has begun to operate. I hope the castle

If it collapses, no one will come to pursue it, and even if it is pursued, even a strong man in the legendary realm will be seriously injured by the huge explosion at the moment when the coffin is forcibly opened. In any case, the power of the Holy Light contained in it will destroy the sister's body.

Purification, no matter what form it takes, I hope my sister can rest in peace.
To be continued...