"Your Highness, how long will it take to wake up? "Beside a huge lake that was as calm as a mirror, rippling with pure white divine light, an old man looked expectantly at a black-haired young man, and the young man looked impatient.

"How many times do you want me to tell you, I don't know, this angel reincarnation pool is not mine, why are you asking me for?" Muria's irritated face showed a hint of helplessness, "Are you embarrassed that your dignified cardinal archbishop is like a piece of kraft candy, following my ass all day? Don't you feel embarrassed by the church?"

"I don't think so. The old man, who has lived for thousands of years, does not look embarrassed at all, and the thickness of his face shocked Muria, "Your Highness, if you don't know, you can ask your fiancée, this is her Cloudsdale." ”

"I've told you this, my fiancée has been in Cloud City for less than ten years, and she hasn't studied it clearly, and she threw the undead into the reincarnation pool, which doesn't find many similar cases among the Blazing Sky Gods. ”

"It's been ten years since they've been asleep, and so many angels have woken up, why haven't these night watchmen woken up yet?"

"I said, are you here to find fault?" Muria squinted at the cardinal archbishop, "The first to awaken over the years are all gold-level night watchmen, and then the soul level, so far, only the legend has not awakened, you don't know why? The energy they need is not at the same level as those of the golden soul intent, so it's normal for a longer time." ”

"But I feel like it's almost there, they've even conceived a human form. Cardinal Archbishop Asimio looked at the calm Angel Reincarnation Pool, in which more than a dozen light cocoons were floating and could be seen, and powerful humanoid beings were curled up in these light cocoons.

"But you don't have to go back to your duty, don't you?" Muria was a little speechless, now Sinapus had left the continent of Orbisdos and was sailing through the vast ocean to the next subcontinent.

"It doesn't matter, there's also the teleportation array, it's just that it costs some crystals, it's not a big deal. ”

"It is not allowed to repay the account on credit, and the cost of the teleportation array must be settled on the spot. Muria looked at the archbishop and said expressionlessly, the consumption of the teleportation array is directly proportional to the energy level possessed by the individual, and the stronger the strength, the more the consumption.

A legend of Asimio's level, if he runs back and forth every day, the consumption is too much for even a small principality to sustain, and this kind of economic consumption can collapse the economy of a principality.

"I still have this money, but I've lived for more than 2,000 years. The old man laughed, not caring at all about Muria's bad attitude.

"I said you've lived so long, why are you so unbreathable? This situation will only wait for two years at most, and then come back in a year or two, and these angels may have hatched, and it will be troublesome for you to run back and forth like this. ”

"I don't want to miss the moment when she gets her back on life. ”

"There is one thing I feel compelled to remind you of, the newborn angel, whatever she was before, is the youngest and most energetic state of her life when she is born again. ”

Muria looked at the wrinkled old man, "That is to say, after your lover is reborn, she will look no different from an eighteen-year-old girl, and your appearance, if you meet him, is it really appropriate? ”

"I do get old. Assimio raised his hand and looked at it, it was covered with black-brown old age spots, as a human without a special bloodline, he cultivated to a legend and lived to be more than two thousand years old, which can already be called a long life.

So far, he has not used any special means to extend his lifespan, if he continues like this, he is estimated to live less than three thousand years old, he has already been like a dead heart, and intends to keep himself in this state and die a natural death.

Then he also chose to join the Night Watch and become one of them, accompanying his lover, but who knew that Muria came out and made a huge turn in the fate of his lover.

"Click!" a crisp cracking sound came, and the old man's attention was immediately diverted when he heard this sound, and over the years, the old man had witnessed the scene of countless night watchmen transformed into angels breaking through the cocoon of light and being reborn, and this voice had long been familiar.

In the expectant gaze of the old man, a light cocoon revealed a fine crack, and then the crack spread rapidly, a man with blond hair scattered broke through the light cocoon and fell into the pool, causing ripples, following instinct, the newborn angel stood up from the reincarnation pool, and after looking at Muria and the old man on the side, the holy light began to converge on his body, condensing into a pure white robe draped over his body, and six snow-white wings stretched out behind his back, this is a seraphim.

"Is this already a successful legendary reincarnation?" Seeing this scene, Muria's eyes also showed a look of surprise, he had just recently broken through, and he just came out to relax, and brought this archbishop to Cloudsdale, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

"Who am I?" The angel who had done everything stood in the angel reincarnation pool, his eyes showed a look of confusion, he had the mind of an adult, but he had lost most of the memories of his previous life, only some scattered memory fragments flashed in his mind, but it made him even more confused, he was already a new life form.

"You were once a hero of humanity, a night watchman willing to fight for humanity. "Every night watchman who has been reincarnated as an angel has an identity record, and according to the previous agreement, an angel will immediately come up and return all the weapons and personal belongings he left behind to him, as well as his life information.

These can make the angel understand his origin, but he cannot recover his previous memories, because these are all foreign to them, and they are like watching other people's stories, and they have seen everything in their past lives.

"It turns out that my previous life was a human hero!" After reading everything in his previous life, the Seraphim's eyes went from surprise to calm, and finally there was no confusion, he understood his origin, "Since I am a hero, then my current name will remain the same, and I will still be called Angus." ”

"Follow the oath you made in your previous life, whenever there is an undead disaster in the Obisto subcontinent, you will go to help the humans there and defend against the undead. The angel lady who had come to deliver the items from her past life to the newborn Seraphim reminded.

"I will keep the promise I made in my previous life, and now it's time for me to visit my Master. "The newborn angel already has a complete inheritance memory, and he has been instilled in his mind the thoughts of allegiance to Michaelella, which only exist in the subconscious, subtly affecting him.

"The newborn angel has nothing to do with the past life. Even legends are no exception. Seeing the posture of this legendary angel, Asimiochi, who was already old, looked even more rickety, and he had already witnessed countless scenes of angels awakening. But he still had a glimmer of hope.

But his lover is a legend, and legend is not the same as other levels, so there is always a trace of luck left in his heart, maybe he can retain most of the memories of his previous life. But reality gave him a slap in the face.

......

Ever since the angels reincarnated by the legendary Night's Watch began to wake up, the legendary archbishop, who had been through more than 2,000 years, stayed by the Angel's Reincarnation Pool all day long, not going anywhere. Even the letters from the church to which he belonged reprimanding him were thrown aside by him, which made Muria a little amazed.

"This is love!" Muria admired the old man's persistence, and he already knew something about his past.

He and the female night watchman named Pamela have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and they were both tested for excellent spiritual talents when they were young, and then they entered the Church of the Dawn together, experienced together, grew up together, and in their youth, they experienced all the good things, they went through hundreds of years and then they both stepped into the legend, and then they ushered in the undead disaster.

All the good things ended in a natural disaster, Pamela fell unexpectedly in the natural disaster, but because of her firm faith, she chose to protect mankind, fell into the undead, and became a night watchman, while the old man held on alone for a long time.

......

"Who am I?" A female eight-winged angel stood in the angel reincarnation pool, with a confused look in her eyes, at this time, in her mind, in addition to the inheritance memory of the angel, there were some very vague pictures, that is, a picture of a girl getting along with a sword-eyed teenager, "What are these?"

"You are Pamela, the former guardian of humanity and one of the many heroes of Obisto. "A female angel came to her with some of the belongings left behind by the former Night's Watch and now the legendary angel Pamela, and handed him a brief biography of her life, so that she could understand what had happened and why she had been born.

"My name is Pamela," looking at the glorious deeds of the human hero named Pamela in the previous life, the newborn female eight-winged angel quickly recognized this identity, and also did not take a new name, choosing to continue using the name of the previous life.

"Who are you?" After understanding the reason for her existence, the eight-winged angel Pamela was about to visit her master, but of course, as soon as she stepped out of the angel reincarnation pool, she saw an old man in a red robe looking at her not far away, and his body trembled slightly.

"It seems that I have you in my memory," the newborn angel diligently dug into the fragments of memories in his mind, including the sad old man in red robes, and this fragment of memory was mixed with very sad emotions.

"I'm ......," the old man struggled to squeeze out a smile on his old face when he heard the words of the angel who was close at hand, "I am a partner who used to fight with you, so I will have my presence in your memory, and I am happy to see you reborn now." ”

"Oh!" Pamela nodded, suppressing the inexplicable sadness in her heart, and then prepared to leave, but inexplicably, her steps paused again, "I have something I want to ask you." ”

Pamela opened the pamphlet in her hand that recorded her life and deeds, and pointed it to the old man, "There are still many things that are not clear about the things recorded on it, but I especially want to know who this one is?"

It was a very clear color image, a girl who was very similar to the current eight-winged angel, and next to the girl, there was a tall and powerful young man wearing armor, with a bright smile, and his hand was on the shoulder of the girl next to him, giving people a sense of caution.

"He's Asimio, he's gone. The old man looked at his thin hands, suppressed the emotions he wanted to talk to, and his voice became low. The tall and mighty Asimio had disappeared, and now there was only a dying old man.

These two people know each other so well, and they don't want to show their most embarrassing side in front of the people they like.

"And what is his relationship with me?"

"Friends. ”

"Just friends?" Pamela frowned, she felt that there was more to it, but she was not good at continuing to ask, as if she could no longer think of any topic to communicate with the old man, she followed the angel who had come to lead the way, and turned away.

"It's nice to be completely reborn! exactly like when I was younger. Seeing the girl's departure, the old man could no longer suppress his emotions, and tears hazy his eyes, but in the midst of his own silent crying, a slender figure appeared in his hazy sight.

The old man, who realized that someone was approaching, quickly wiped away his tears, and then saw what the slender figure standing opposite him was, "Your Highness, why are you here?"

"I'm a little curious, what will happen when you meet your reborn lover who has lost his memory?" Muria did not hide his gossip heart, this is a real thousand-year love, so he specially ordered his subordinates to pay attention to the situation here, and then he saw the bloody scene just now.

"Your Highness is really interested. After the old man found out that he had just been entertained, he responded a little dryly.

"Why don't you admit your identity? Do you plan to end it like this?" asked Muria, frowning, and he was very unhappy with the scene just now.

"That's already good," the old man touched his cheek, "and now I'm just an unnecessary drag to her, and I'm no longer qualified to stand with her in this state." ”

"You're really hypocritical. Muria had a speechless expression on her face.

"I'll leave first, Your Highness, maybe I'll come often in the future, I hope you don't nag me. The old man saw the dissatisfied expression on Muria's face, and a stiff smile appeared on his face, he knew that Muria wanted him to recognize his lover in his previous life, but he didn't have the courage to do so.

"Hey!" Seeing the old man who had turned and left, Muria suddenly shouted to stop him.

"Your Highness, is there anything else?" the old man turned slowly, but what he saw was a fist that was rapidly expanding in his eyes.

"Bang!" The seemingly delicate fist smashed firmly into the face of the old man whose face was covered with furrows, and the bridge of the old man's nose was smashed on the spot, blood splashed, and the old man was also smashed to the ground by this heavy punch.

"Why are you ......" The sudden pain made the old man want to ask, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Muria: "Your choice looks at me upset, my favorite is a perfect ending, I hate tragedy." ”