Tower of the Rainbow.

Inside the Tower of Purple Clothes.

Isaac Livingston is meditating, as a high-level mage, the closest man to the legend in the Rainbow Tower, he basically does not appear in the public eye on weekdays, most of the time, Livingston will stay in his mage tower to meditate, hoping to find an opportunity to break through.

But today's meditation did not go well, and he had always felt that the foundation of the law seemed to be somewhat turbulent, like a tidal wave, which was difficult to calm down, and according to past experience, it was a harbinger of something great happening.

Livingston looked up at the stars through the crystal dome and cast a prophetic spell, only to find it even more strange to conclude that the night was safe.

He closed his eyes slightly, ready to meditate again, but he noticed a familiar wave of power coming from afar, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"It feels like ......"

Livingston was a little unsure, and he climbed the tower to the lookout and looked out into the distance, at the end of the horizon.

After repeated confirmations, Livingston finally confirmed that it was the breath of Lawson, who had disappeared four years ago.

Compared to before, Rosen's aura was now more powerful, mixed with a certain mysterious and unpredictable feeling, and even Livingston could feel the power contained in it.

"Golden Tier......

There is no doubt that it is an aura that only the Golden Rank can have, and at the same time as Rosen's breath, there is another Livingston aura that is somewhat unfamiliar.

But that breath was fleeting, and if a fallen leaf fell into the water, it soon fell silent.

Two Gold-tier battles?

It soon occurred to Livingston that only such a battle would lead to the disorder of the law.

Two beings who can construct independent laws, constantly overwriting and modifying the laws in a small space, can achieve such a big impact.

It seems that Lawson won.

Livingston confirmed, then raised his left hand and cast a communication spell.

"Sure enough, you're aware of it. ”

There was a quick response from the other side, and communication within the Rainbow Tower was relatively convenient, and Livingston and the other high-level mages were still more accustomed to communicating with spells than mobile terminals.

"The stars have fallen, the gods have withered, the saints have disappeared, the long night is coming, the bell is ringing, the king has returned to the throne, and the next step should be the advent of chaos and the transformation of the world, Tahiria, I think the time left for us in this world is running out. ”

Livingston whispered that it was a prophetic poem from a long time ago, and that it was now becoming a reality, which those who knew about it could not have expected.

"The breath that passed away should be the leader of the cult, Glavin Issarios. ”

On the other side of the communication, Tahiria replied.

"Him?"

Livingston thought for a moment, then quickly added.

"In this way, the strength of this Ash King has really reached a level that we can't imagine. ”

"The incident four years ago seems to have freed him from his original shackles and reached a new level. ”

Tahiria said, lost in memory.

"Your Excellency Livingston, do you need to contact him? ”

Livingston was about to speak, but felt a throbbing from the East.

From the observatory, he looked to that side, which was in the direction of Ramirez's Great Basilica.

"Hehe, it seems that someone is more concerned about that person's situation than we are. ”

Without going on, Livingston saw a meteor streak across the sky, falling in the direction of Rosen's appearance.

......

Minutes ago, Ramirez Grand Church.

Edlandall had just finished presiding over the midday service, and she was dressed in the red of a high bishop, and she looked solemn and had a sense of holiness that made people feel respectful.

A few strands of silver fell, and Irandall's side face showed a somewhat melancholy expression, which made the nun who served next to her feel pity, and she didn't know what the young bishop was worried about.

"My lord, this is followed by a meeting of the two bishops in charge from the region, followed by regular discussion time with the Alliance of Order, and then ......"

The nun took the paperwork in her hand to confirm the rest of the trip, only to find that Irandall had stopped in the hallway.

"Your Excellency?"

Irandall didn't answer, but looked in one direction.

"It's ......"

Whispering, Irandall's face had an expression that a nun had never seen before.

The nun had been with Randall for three years, and the bishop she had seen on weekdays was indifferent, smiling a little when talking to people, and sometimes a little melancholy, and she had never seen Randall's angry or sad expression.

The young bishop is as reliable and reassuring as the top of a towering mountain.

But at this moment, there was a mixture of surprise, joy, melancholy, and resentment on Irandall's face.

"Finally, have you waited......"

"Your Excellency?"

The nun asked tentatively, only to see that Elandall turned her face away, and then said.

"All the bookings for a while are cancelled, and I'm going to go out. ”

"But adults ......"

The nun didn't understand what Irandall meant, but Irandall didn't explain.

She walked briskly, through the corridor, into the courtyard.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and everything seems to be full of hope.

Irandall looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she shook off the red clothes on her body, and immediately flew up, flying towards the direction she was looking at before, like a meteor, fleeting.

The nun was left alone, looking at the falling red clothes, stunned.

......

A corner of the world.

The gray-haired man was lazily lying on a bench, with a mediocre long sword beside him, and the man was humming a little song, looking laid-back and uninhibited.

At this moment, a subtle throbbing rose from his heart, and the man first showed a puzzled expression, then quickly came to his senses, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that this time has finally come, and you have not disappointed me. ”

He sat up and nodded his head as if listening to someone.

"I understand that everything is under my control. ”

The man said, then stood up and lifted the sword aside.

"Although it was just ashes that could not be ignited at the beginning, it seems that after quenching, it still has the value of becoming firewood, but I don't know how effective it is. ”

He muttered to himself, then shook his head again.

"It's a pity that our fates are destined to be opposite, otherwise maybe we can become close friends. ”

Sighing softly, the man stepped forward, the void twisted, as if swallowed by the world, he disappeared, even the traces of his existence disappeared.

There are only a few fallen leaves, low and scattered in mid-air.