Wander the somewhat crooked streets of the Prellon and watch the people belonging to the harpists cleaning up the city – the event cleanup, the material cleanup, and the people cleanup. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Primron was built on an island in the middle of the lake, and after a catastrophe caused by a divine monster, the island has become an island in the middle of the lake. Not only has the area shrunk, but the terrain has also changed – just look at the staggered buildings! The Leaning Tower of Pisa is just a normal structure here.

“…… The strategic value and economic value of Primoron are destined to its position in the dark region. Accompanying him all the way, as if he was a conscientious tour guide, Lin gave a detailed explanation for the three of them,

"We harpers have wanted to take this place for a long time, but the defense of this place is a bucket, and the sour lake devil fish is ...... We basically have no hope of taking it," said this, Lynn paused, "Until the appearance of the funeral coffin, the main force stationed here had to be mobilized, resulting in a weak defense - although as long as there is still that sour lake devilfish, it is still hopeless, but at this time, Master Tesla came......"

"—So, you—or you—made a deal with Mr. Tesla?"

"Yes." Lin nodded, "When I saw the mark of that scythe hammer, I knew who the Tesla master really was." ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Shiran couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Lin.

However, Lin looked at Tifa behind her, then smiled at Shiran and didn't say anything.

Shiran turned his head and looked at Miss Tifa, but saw Miss Tifa smile slightly: "Shiran, don't worry, Mr. Tesla will tell you personally when you go back - because this is a step in the ceremony." ”

And Youxi on the side was still expressionless.

"Next, please take a break from Primron! Then, we will use Primron's internal teleportation system to go to the bottom of the dark ......"

The wind came suddenly, and the thin white mist mixed with the slightest fishy smell raised Linda's gray hair.

The year-round white fog of Prellon is dissipating.

New lakefront.

The sparse clusters of buildings, like mangroves in the water, stand crookedly in the acidic water.

The sour lake that lost the magic fish, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, seems to be a lot dead and silent - especially when combined with the sores left over from the war.

On a crooked small building at the forefront, Lin sat arbitrarily on the eaves of the rooftop, her legs falling out, swaying back and forth.

The dead and dreary lake, the yellow-green and dim water, the wisps of thin white gas, the empty and gloomy huge space, the decadent and crooked sunken buildings......

His eyes were staring at all of this, and he didn't know what he was looking at or thinking.

After a long time, she let out a long sigh and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Xilang, who was dressed in red, stood quietly behind her at some point. Hearing Delin's question, she spoke: "Feeling bad? ”

"Well...... this said, Lynn raised her head and looked at the dark and gloomy dome, "After all, it's going to change bosses, so it's inevitable to be apprehensive." ”

There was no sound, and the two of them were silent.

After a while, Lin couldn't help it, "...... Hey, Shiran, aren't you curious about Mr. Tesla's true identity? I thought you were here to ask my ......"

Shiran laughed, "It's not necessary. ”

"Oh? Do you trust him that much? ”

"Of course! Because Mr. Tesla is very out of tune! Shiran shrugged, "An out-of-tune guy, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?" ”

"-huh?!" Lynn seemed to be choked and dumbfounded.

And then—she smiled.

"Aha...... yes, yes! Haha......"

She smiled happily.

She laughed so hard that even tears flowed down her face.

And Xilang, from beginning to end, just stood quietly behind her, never took a step, never peeked into her tears, just stood quietly, guarding behind her, staring at the thin scenery in the distance.

The fog dispersed.

On the dusk surface of the lake, there is Xi stepping on thin ice, like a small boat flying in the water, carrying a floating load and sinking.

She seemed to wander aimlessly, wandering round and round around the battlefield where the gods and monsters had fallen.

At last, she stopped, hung her head, and stared straight at the yellow-green dusk water.

"It's useless."

Suddenly, Tifa's soft voice shattered the silence.

On the dusk surface of the lake, a ripple was raised.

At some point, Tifa had already come behind Yuki.

"The divine fire of Prironon Pulsta has been extinguished, and its divinity has been shattered to pieces by me borrowing the power of Mr. Tesla's spiritual brilliance, and it has been wiped out cleanly—not a single one is missed."

Tifa's gaze swept over Yuki and landed on the surface of the lake, "So, there's nothing here. ”

After a pause, Tifa glanced at Yuki's serene and traceless face, and continued, "Of course, the Purlon Pulsta is not really dead, after all, it has already ignited the divine fire, obtained the priesthood, and become the regional god here, so as long as the Prioron Sour Lake is still there, the Prioron Demon Fish will finally return." ”

"Of course, harpists aren't vegetarians either. They will definitely postpone the return date of the Purelon Sour Lake as much as possible, and then take advantage of this period to establish the belief of the new Prilon Sour Lake, as long as the priesthood of the new Prilon Sour Lake is successfully condensed, so that there is a new regional god of the Prilon Sour Lake area, then because of the repulsion of the priesthood conflict, the return date of the Sour Lake Devil Fish can be postponed indefinitely. ”

"So—" After a thorough explanation, Tifa held out his right hand to Yuki, "It's time to go back." ”

Yuki looked at the hand, and then at the surroundings—

Wisps of mist, heavy and slow, drifted down, tearing open the cracks in the top of the perennial fog curtain here.

The white fog is dissipating.

*

Crimson is surging! The power is crumbling!

The fog of the soul has disappeared, and I can no longer cover my eyes and my heart!

The crimson light was as scarlet as blood, but there was no smell of blood, and there was no sense of evil, but it was fierce and high-spirited, mighty and upright, with the most violent anger, shattering everything and sweeping everything!

It seemed like a thousand and so on, and there seemed to be only one voice, and the silent cry spread out, and went in all directions, pouring into the boundless depths of the void......

In the red light, Tesla walked out slowly with a solemn expression, although he was scarred, he was still like a pillar, unmoving, holding a hammer in his left hand and a sickle in his right.

This pair of sickles and hammers, the whole body is made of golden light, like gold, held in the hand, shining.

Standing in this endless void, Tesla glanced lightly at the dissipating mental fog around him, "The fog has dissipated." ”

"So—it's time for you to dissipate!"

Hammer raised! That's the most violent hammer!

- Smash down!

As if it had smashed its shackles, it had smashed the Void, it had smashed all obstacles, and it had smashed it to pieces—its enemies!

With a mournful cry, a vague human form, shattered! It was smashed and disappeared!

"Sure enough, just like the rumors, your strength is disgusting!"

Tesla had been standing still since he killed that enemy, motionless and speechless. Until now, when I don't know the geometry, an illusory figure has come here.

The illusory figure was frowning illusory, staring unhappily at the crimson light around Tesla.

Tesla, raising his eyelids, glanced at him, "The deal is complete, don't forget to pay." ”

With that, Tesla turned around and prepared to leave, but was stopped by his questioning.

"Can you tell me about this power?"

Tesla tilted his head, "Don't tell me, you don't recognize it - it's human power." ”

"People, there is no such power!"

Faced with this almost categorical question, Tesla was silent for a long time before saying, "No, people have this kind of power, it's just that people don't know it." ”

The illusory figure stared at Tesla from afar and said softly, "It should be...... People themselves reject it, right? ”

“…… There is no way. Tesla sighed slightly, "After all, rejecting oneself is a common problem of intelligent creatures." ”

Then, with one step out, Tesla's figure disappeared here.

"So, that's the last and most important point—"

That night, Nozomi, Shiran, Rin, and Tifa, after finishing the tidying, gathered in the living room of the Prelon City Lord's Mansion.

"We, with you, the goal of this journey, the meeting point of all people, the core of all causes and problems - the coffin of the burial god!"

Sitting in the first place, with a serious expression on his face, Lin represents the harpist, and has a formal meeting and negotiation with Tesla's forces on some antecedents and possible consequences.

"The coffin of the burial god, as the name suggests, is the coffin where the gods are buried, and it is generally the 'last territory' that the gods themselves tailor-made for themselves."

Speaking of this, Lin raised her chin slightly and solemnly added again-

"Burial Coffin, that is the 'last territory' of ...... that belongs to a true god!"