No, it's not all changed.

Somewhere in the Void Astral Plane, a temple with an indistinct human face carved on the plaque at the main entrance was suspended in the air.

You can never see that human face clearly, only those eyes are clear and clear, as if you can see everything!

The temple is called the coffin, and it is the resting place of the Root Practitioners.

However, at this moment, the divine light on the coffin flickered and disappeared like breathing, as if it was no longer a cold dead thing, but a living being.

A young man in a black samurai suit stood in the Void Astral Realm, he followed the coffin closely, and saw that the divine light on the coffin was bright for longer and shorter for the time to extinguish. This change made him clench his fists, and although his eyes were shining, cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, and beads of sweat were frozen into frost by the low temperature in this astral boundary.

You could tell he was nervous.

His name was Victor Clayderman, Victor was his own name, and he was once just a doppelganger of an being. But he escaped that fate and became an independent individual.

But over the years, as he learned the news that Sylvia was trapped, he doubted more than once whether he had really become an independent being.

Although he can act according to his preferences, can preempt Charlotte, and can even be recognized by those top existences...... But looking back on the seemingly autonomous actions of the past few years, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really Victor with a new sense of self?

If so, then how could he do such a stupid thing?

With all his layouts, the first priority is not to obtain absolute freedom and replace that man, but to save his beloved sister.

Ironically, even though the woman he remembered was so cold and lovely, he had never even met his sister, Her Majesty Sylvia, known as the Princess of the Ice Lake. And the most shameful thing for him is that he always thought that the person he really loved the most should be Cecilia Ferrard, who died in the middle of the night.

This is the problem that haunts him, the problem of the century that no one can solve for him.

He remembered the conversation he had with the Lord Emmanuel that day, who asked him 'Is it worth it?' to his answer—

"I don't know. But the only thing I know for sure is that only if I do this can I come up with an answer that is truly mine. Otherwise, I will be trapped in this labyrinth forever from which I cannot escape. ”

"Really?" said Emanuel to him with a look of pity, recognition. He was silent for a moment, and just as Victor thought that Emmanuel would reject his proposal, a turning point came unexpectedly.

"Okay. Emmanuel seemed to have made up his mind, "I'm going to give you an opportunity to do what I say, and you'll not only be able to verify the answer, but you'll probably be able to fulfill your wish that seems to never be fulfilled." ”

At that time, the feeling of hearing about Emanuel's plan / and saying that he would fully cooperate is still unforgettable. Victor even lost his mind for a moment, and the only thing he could remember was the 'Is it worth it' that he blurted out.

Emmanuel's answer is still unforgettable, "Does it matter if it's worth it or not?" Victor, for me there is no distinction between worthiness and unworthiness in this world, only a difference between thinking and not wanting to. ”

The king is a fool! a madman! Victor has been convinced of this ever since.

Thinking back to everything that day, Victor looked at the coffin with brighter and brighter light, although his mood became more and more nervous, but his eyes became more determined with time.

"Today, I'm going to find that answer. ”

There is another sentence hidden in his heart that has never been spoken, he knows Charlotte better than anyone else, even more than himself. He knows Charlotte's past and all his secrets. If Charlotte is an observer of time and space, then he is an observer of Charlotte.

As an observer, he vaguely guessed an incredible answer, and he didn't dare tell anyone, the only thing he could do was to have the greatest and craziest adventure and duel ever!

"I'll take your place, or I'll parse you!" he muttered, waiting for that moment to come, "but in any case, at this moment, I've surpassed you!

Just as he said this, a faint message came from somewhere in the Void Star Boundary, this information was just a simple coordinate, but it gave Victor a glimmer of possibility.

The possibility of breaking through from the Void Astral Plane to the Altar of the Savage Realm of Erru.

He took the initiative to embrace this message, consciousness is the carrier of information, and when Victor opened his sea of consciousness and actively embraced it, something wonderful happened.

Once again, there was a faint connection between him and Charlotte, and although it was not as intimate as the original body and astral body, it was like a milky water.

In an instant, he vaguely sensed Charlotte's exact location, and that perception could not even be blocked by time and space. Victor immediately transmitted this momentary fuzzy sense to somewhere in the Void, where he had his staunchest backing and allies.

"Your Majesty Emmanuel!"

He knew that the sound might not be able to reach the void, but he still shouted loudly.

And on top of the giant meteorite that had just fallen in the Void Star Boundary, a middle-aged man with a thick beard suddenly opened his eyes, those eyes were like lions and tigers, and they were extraordinarily impressive, if he wasn't wearing a black starry robe, ordinary people might have mistaken him for a long-established general.

He's Emmanuel. K. Gainesborough, not a general, but a king that all mages agree with. Behind him stood countless mages, whose faces were cold, and they did not panic even in the face of a great battle. They are the followers of Emmanuel, the mages of the City of Arcane.

Without any pre-battle preaching, after receiving the message with a wonderful sense from Victor, Emmanuel raised his right hand into the air, this action was like a command, and all the mages behind him made intimate right fists, bowing their heads slightly towards the king in front of him.

In the next moment, a ray of light flickered in the void above his head, and the light quickly took shape, turning into a complex and majestic runic light. The rune was in the shape of a shuttle, and inside it was like a majestic door, spinning in the air, shining brightly.

It was the Rune Throne that belonged to the Lord of the Queen, Emmanuel, and when the light of the throne shone in the starry sky, it meant that the king unfolded his power.

The Imperial Lord Emmanuel's expression was solemn, and his raised right hand slashed into the void in front of him like a sharp sword, and in an instant, a huge spatial crack spread out in the Void Star Realm like a giant's vertical eye. On the other side of the vertical eye is a bloody and brutal battlefield, where stone pillars are lined up, and from the astral plane, it looks like rows of tombstones.

"Expedition!"

That was the only thing Emmanuel said, and he stepped out of the meteorite and into the great vertical eye.

Rows of mages were like predators, silently following the king and entering the wild battlefield.

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