He roared at Ankeland again, and Ancrane responded calmly again...... When Blazing Wing stood in the middle of the rune with the same displeasure on his face, Ed was sure that this was not the follow-up - Blazing Wing had never returned in this way. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just repetition.

Ed's eyes widened in confusion, trying not to miss any detail. He didn't think it was some kind of meaningless repetition...... For even though he still seemed calm to the point of indifference, Ancrane's gaze was locked on the shadow of the dragon, and he never left for a moment.

The elves began to chant again, and the jewels in the dome shimmered as if they were set on fire...... Like that gem on the Anclan cane. As the dragon's body was twisted again, Ed had to endure its roar of pain and rage, the sound of which raced back and forth in his head, tearing at his nerves, only to stop abruptly as he crouched on the ground with his head almost unbearable.

In a momentary trance, he forgot to close his eyes in time...... But there was no burst, intense light piercing his eyes.

Time seemed to be frozen for a moment, and even the light seemed to stay in the air. In the next instant, a small black dot appeared above the rune, like a black eye, blinking silently.

The moment his vision was distorted, Ed was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. By the time he had struggled out of his vertigo, Ancrane had fallen to his knees like the last time, his flesh melting, and his bones were ...... A fragment of a gem splashed at Ed's feet, and he looked down, silently retreating further.

He couldn't tell what was illusion and what was real...... It's better to stay away from everything.

The little black dot was still floating in mid-air...... No, that's not floating. Ed thought it was more like a hole in the air - and he'd seen the same thing, in the crypts of the Isle of the Holy Sepulchre.

"A crack in space" - Icabold said.

He still can't figure out where that "crack" came from. The one in front of him is undoubtedly related to Ankland.

He didn't know how Ankeland did it or what it was for...... But he seems to have changed something that happened thousands of years ago.

“...... Someone once told me that 'time' is something that even the gods cannot arbitrarily change. What has already happened, no matter how small you try to change it, can come at an unforeseen cost. Ed spoke slowly, unconsciously clenching his staff.

Ankelan glanced at him faintly.

"That half-elf is a respectable opponent. "You really should remember everything he says - but I haven't changed anything that has ever happened...... What I have changed is nothing more than a fragment that has been copied. ”

He looked up, and Ed unconsciously followed his gaze. He saw the stars that had once shone brightly...... The gems began to dim, and their light became dreamlike, moving farther and farther away from him......

Vaguely seeing the blue sky overhead, Ed suddenly reacted. It may not be the gems themselves that have changed, but the world.

It's fading and disappearing, perhaps in the blink of an eye.

"You'd better remember every word I say, too. ”

Ancrane's voice was still clear and calm: "Next time...... I probably won't have that patience anymore. ”

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Iss glared at the fragment in his palm, uncontrollably trying to throw it away.

It made his scalp tingle. Not only because it was a fragment of a keel, but also because of the heavy bloody aura that haunted it.

He has torn apart human bodies and faced countless undead...... Even the cruel spells of the necromancers didn't make him shudder like that—he was a dragon anyway.

Dragons never feel that any power is "evil". Strength is power, there is only a difference between strong and weak, there is no difference between light and darkness.

But this little piece ...... Like a drop of blood burning in the palm of his hand, it is really ...... if not called it evil Very ominous.

"Take it, take it. ”

The old spotted leaf dragon stood far away from him, and earnestly instructed, "It will be useful—very useful." ”

Iss glared at him fiercely. He didn't want to hold it on his own ...... One moment he was still standing with his arms crossed, watching Ye Ying spin around the flat ground with a solemn face, as if he was thinking about how to dig a pit for himself and bury it, and the next moment, the power of magic rushed out of the flat ground like a fountain without warning, and Ye Ying threw out the fragment like one of the stupid tourists of Ton Buch who threw coins into the fountain to pray for good luck......

Then, for some reason, the "coin" ran into his hand - and it didn't look like it would bring a little bit of good luck.

It was so light, so light that it seemed to be blown away by him in one breath, and so heavy that it seemed to sink into his flesh......

The hand shook unconsciously. He remembered Ed's description...... It did seem to have gotten into the palm of that stupid guy in Tellina, if they were the same thing.

He certainly wouldn't be afraid. He just...... Abhor.

However, before he could smash it into the cunning old spotted leaf dragon's face, the small symbol in the center of the broken bones began to change silently.

Iss withdrew his hand in confusion. It's not just the symbol that changes, it's the way it makes him...... It was no longer violent and cold, like a black flame that he couldn't control, but gradually softened and became ...... A snowflake in the palm of his hand.

He watched in amazement as the blood-red symbol turned into a pale shade of blue, and two slightly curved lines stretched symmetrically to both sides, like raised wings, proud and free.

The gray broken bones lay tamely in the palm of his hand, as if they had become a part of him...... It was like a scale on his body, extremely natural, completely his.

“...... Explain?" Iss looked up, having lost the urge to throw it out.

"Ah......" Old Ye Ying narrowed his eyes, "It's hard. ”

"Try it. Iss grimaced.

“...... See the symbol on it?" the old man scratched at his sparse beard.

Is's gaze flashed, and he didn't take his eyes off him.

The old man smiled.

"You've seen similar symbols. "Maybe you know what it is." ”

"So what?"

Isis does not deny it.

Ye Ying fell silent. He sighed slightly before Isis lost his patience.

"I once saw you throw rocks at the surface of the water by Lake Xi'an. He said, "You might as well ...... Think of it as the stone that stirs up ripples. ”

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