The black figure froze there, letting go of the palm that was gripping Bernadette's neck, as if staring at the "mysterious queen" with non-existent eyes.

A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:

"Hometown ......"

The voice was a little hesitant, a little dazed, a little seeking confirmation, as if it were coming from another world.

The erosion of Bernadette vanished, and her connection to her seal was restored in an instant.

The "pale death" began to make her die little by little, which helped her to resist the gradual confusion of her thoughts and maintain her basic sobriety and sanity.

Just as she was about to say something more, the black figure suddenly stretched out her palm again.

But this time, instead of pinching Bernadette's neck, it gave it a heavy push.

This push was accompanied by the disintegration of the hidden space, a voice with obvious pain, as if resisting something:

"Leave!"

The voice echoed, and the black figure disappeared into place.

In an instant, it emerged from the high platform in the center and sat on the huge iron-black high-backed chair.

Two slits split in its face, as if it had two asymmetrical eyes.

However, those "eyes" had no pupils, and they were blood-colored.

Immediately afterward, another crack cracked underneath the two "eyes", filled with the same pure blood-red light.

This makes the black figure finally have a "mouth".

It faced Bernadette, and the voice echoed around it with a palpable sense of pain, as if resisting something:

"Get out of here!"

After Bernadette was pushed out more than ten meters, she easily stood firm, but she did not follow the voice and left the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor", where she stood, staring at the central platform in a daze, looking at the black figure, her expression revealing a sadness that was difficult to hide and did not want to hide.

She could sense it, and she could already determine that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself "Caesar", Russell Gustaf.

In the next second, more cracks opened in the black figure, and they bloomed blood-red flowers from the head downwards on different parts of the body.

It was as if Russell was left with a shadow wrapped in a blood-red mass that radiated pure brilliance.

When Crane above the gray fog saw this scene, he naturally thought of the red moon in the sky.

At this time, Russell seemed to be turning into a shadow, trying to cover the red moon, but he was torn open one after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.

When these openings are connected, the black shadow will completely crack open, giving birth to a new red moon.

When the time comes, something extremely terrifying will inevitably happen.

At this moment, Russell's black figure became a lot more illusory, and seemed to have become some kind of illusion.

This makes him look like he is isolated from another world, with an invisible barrier to reality.

Then, with difficulty, Russell lifted his shadowy right arm and pinched his forehead.

The frequency of blood-red cracks on his body suddenly decreased to the extreme, but the "eyes" that existed before began to blink, again and again.

However, this did not bring any bad effects to the surroundings, and it seemed to be a simple change of order - the tendency of the "new birth" of the blood-red rift to be distorted to the original ones that were gradually active.

After completing this, Russell raised his head, looked at Bernadette dozens of meters away, and said with a dry and hoarse smile:

"You've really become a big man in the mysterious world, and you can come here by yourself.

"Come here, let me see what my little princess looks like now. ”

Bernadette's eyes suddenly reddened, and she took a step forward.

Russell laughed again:

"When you got picture books, made up textbooks, and invented all kinds of little games, you were only a little old, and now you can come and save your poor old father.

"I remember that when you were a child, you liked all the clothes I designed for you, but unfortunately, when you grew up, you couldn't wear cake dresses anymore......"

This emperor chattered as if he had come to the twilight of his life, and always liked to recall the beautiful pictures of the past.

Bernadette walked faster and faster, and Crane above the gray mist frowned invisibly.

Suddenly, Russell the Great's head was buried a little lower, and he said very hard:

"Stop!"

His voice was tinged with unspeakable pain.

Bernadette was stunned for a moment, slowed down quickly, and stopped.

Her gaze as she looked at the dark shadow gradually revealed indescribable sadness.

Russell raised his head again, coughed lightly, and said:

"Do you really want to ask why the mausoleum of the 'Black Emperor' should be engraved with the order and guidance of its own order, in fact, this is not necessary, I just want the seeers to remember my great ......"

Before the words fell, the emperor tightly grasped the armrest next to him with one hand, suppressed his voice, and said in great pain:

"Don't, come close!

"I'm polluted......"

The sadness in Bernadette's eyes grew a little thicker.

Her suspicions had finally been confirmed.

At this time, the bright red cracks on Russell's face appeared chaotic, sometimes "closed", sometimes "opened", and there was no longer a unified will.

The Emperor seized the opportunity, straightened up slightly, looked at Bernadette, and shouted with great difficulty:

"Seal me!"

Sealing ...... "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette silently repeated the word, and her blue eyes quickly became moist and covered with a faint mist.

Even if she has lived for many, many years, even if she is no longer the little girl she was at the beginning, this moment still can't contain the change in her inner emotions.

However, she did not ask the reason, nor did she hesitate, but after a slight struggle, she raised her right hand firmly and unwaveringly, and pressed it against the pale metal mask.

She made a decision with extraordinary calmness, just as she had done in the face of all the major events that had befallen the "Dawn of the Elements" over the years.

On the surface of "Pale Death", the metal instantly softened, reorganizing into a new face with black eyes.

Inside the deep black eyes, pale lines stand out, outlining extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbols, like a bird with long feathers, or a feathered snake coiled up.

The symbol absorbed the light around it, quickly took on a physical form, and then broke away from Bernadette's eyes, stretched out its "body", and flew towards Russell Gustav on the iron-black seat.

Along the way, the bizarre symbols darkened the surroundings, weathering the tiles and stone walls once again, as if the god who held the dead had made the final judgment.

The falling rubble and the dust followed the materialized symbol to Russell's side, and then coiled around it, wrapping the rather illusory black figure that seemed to be in another world.

Several times during this process, Russell lost control of himself and tried to leave the iron-black seat, but sat back all of them without fighting the seal imposed by Bernadette.

As the symbol melted into his figure, he suddenly became associated with the "pale death", saw the illusory gods above the countless undead, and saw the swollen body of a water ghost hovering in a dark river.

Russell's breath vanished, and the cracked crimson slits closed one after the other.

What awaited the emperor was a quiet sleep like night.

And that symbol will solidify in Russell's figure, exerting its influence until the "Pale Death" no longer responds here.

In the blink of an eye, several more blood-red slits grew on Russell's body, and after his aura had decayed to the extreme, it gradually rejuvenated, fiercely confronting the materialized symbol.

Seeing this, Crane, who was above the gray mist, sighed, clenched his fist, and pressed it against his lower mouth.

The "curtain" he was wearing was raised suddenly, and there was an obvious "boiling" in the entire "Source Fort".

Silently, Russell's newborn breath began to fade again.

After fading to a certain point, it regains a new life, and then is affected by the "pale death" and continues to fade.

Crane used the extraordinary characteristics of the "Mysterious Attendant" and the power of the "Source Castle" to directly "graft" new life and death together, omitting the intermediate process.

In this way, Russell's contamination could not be restored to the point where it could break through the pale seal.

Then, Crane stretched out his right hand and mobilized the power of the "Source Castle" to sketch out the mysterious symbol behind the "Fool's" high-backed chair in front of him, which consisted of half a "pupilless eye" and half a "twisted thread".

The symbol absorbed the aura of the "Source Castle" and quickly turned into a physical object, and with a flick of Klein's wrist, it fell into the point of prayer that represented Bernadette, and landed on the black figure of Russell, merging into his body.

- Whenever that "grafting" is about to disappear, the symbols that directly link the "Fool" and the "Source Castle" will attract new forces to complete the grafting again.

In a state of passing and rebirth, Russell's pure shadow-like face had the outline of his facial features, and then, he looked up at the top of the mausoleum, as if looking at infinity.

He then withdrew his gaze to Bernardette, and said with an unusually weak smile:

"This seal is good, I can sleep peacefully......"

Speaking of this, he frowned slightly, and asked in a changed tone:

"How do you dress like this, who taught you?"

Bernadette listened in a trance, as if she had returned to her youth.

At that time, whenever she dressed up for the balls of other nobles, Russell would ask a series of questions with a similar expression and a similar tone.

The mist in her eyes suddenly became obvious, and she could no longer control herself, and shouted in a low and suppressed voice:

"Daddy......"

Russell's face, which only had facial features, instantly softened, and then stiffened, and said sharply:

"Let's leave.

"Never come back!"

Bernadette opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but it was already dark in front of her, as if she saw the shadow of order.

The next second, she found herself back on the edge of the pristine island.

Bernadette stared at the peaks in the middle of the pristine island for a few seconds, then slowly turned around and walked towards the sea.

This time, she was no longer stubborn not to look back, and every few steps she paused and turned to look up.

Soon, she returned to the Dawn, walked into the captain's quarters, and opened the room dedicated to the collection.

At a glance, Bernadette saw picture books, stacks of textbooks, clothes, skirts, chess games that only a few people in the world could know, and building blocks and toys stacked neatly.

With her back against the wooden door, she slowly shrank down and sat down on the floor.

She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window of the captain's cabin, pinched her lower lip with her right thumb and forefinger, and whistled a melodious, tactful, and calming melody with a touch of sadness.

As the melody echoed, drops of water slipped down Bernadette's face and onto the floor.

I don't know how long later, a voice like a voice pressed into the throat sounded in the captain's room:

"Daddy......"