When Laura and Aines swapped moves, Lane was also hit hard.

He has the greatest advantage of being a traverser, and he has a good head, and most of the recent events are expected by him. However, the seventh sister's inexplicable question was like a slap in the face.

"I don't quite understand, taking your place means that I am going to be the seventh pillar?" Li En stared at the seventh sister with stunned eyes.

"Hmph, you want to replace my sister, I definitely don't agree!" Before the seventh sister could answer, Du Barry couldn't help it.

"Don't make a fuss, it's a serious matter, eat your stuff." Lane casually pulled out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into Du Barry's mouth, and his movements were very skillful. By the way, you take this thing with you everywhere?

Facing Li En's searching gaze, the seventh sister smiled slightly: "There are two identities and responsibilities on my body, one is the seventh pillar of the Serpent Apostle, and the other is the Protector Martial Saint of the Erebonian Empire. ”

"Protector Martial Saint!" Lane's complexion changed suddenly, and under the huge shock, even his qi became disordered.

"Do you know about the 'Protector Martial Saint'?" The seventh sister stretched out her hand as white as jade and patted it lightly on Li En's chest, and forcibly gathered the chaotic true qi in just one moment.

Rien took a deep breath and tried to calm himself: "I'm just guessing through the records of the Arnor royal family and the Yarside family that your 'violent death' may be related to the 'Protector Martial Saint'. ”

"As you said, my 'violent death' is indeed related to the 'Protector of the Martial Saint'."

As he spoke, Lien's heart clenched inexplicably, and his internal organs were like being placed in the deep sea, and there was immeasurable pressure in all directions, and madness struck. For a while, let alone inhale, even the air in the lungs was forced out.

In the midst of this life-or-death torment, Liana Sandrot's voice became clearer and clearer, as if it were striking word by word on his heart.

"Answer me, Dawn Shuvaze, are you willing to take over the position of 'Protector of the Martial Saint'!"

As soon as the words fell, images appeared in Li En's mind, telling him the origin of the 'Martial Saint of Protecting the Country'.

This is a group of people who are overwhelmed by the rolling torrent of history, and their most active period is the dark period, when human civilization is crazy and regressive, they go one after another, just to preserve the fire of civilization. At that time, they were called "Guardians of Civilization". It wasn't until the end of the catastrophe that humans returned to the ground, established a state, and licked their wounds, that they were given the title of "Protector of the Nation". The country is the country of the seven civilizations related to the Seven Treasures, and the veins of the ancient bloodline. Before the Stretch and the Great Collapse, the last hope left over from that glorious era was the primeval bloodline. Guarding these bloodlines is to protect the hope of civilization rejuvenation. The Arnor family of the Erebonian royal family is, the Olympus family of the Liber royal family is, and the former royal family of Calvard is the family that was overthrown by the "people".

Unlike the royal family's guardian of the Vander's family, the Protector of the Martial Arts does not owe allegiance to anyone, and it is not a specific person who needs to be protected. They only have two tasks: first, to ensure that the primeval bloodline they protect is not severed; Second, make sure that the bloodline you are guarding is in the right place. Therefore, even if there is a coup d'état, even if brothers kill each other, even if the world is in chaos, as long as the blood is endless and the inheritance continues, they can ignore it.

Throughout the history of the nations, you will find some striking similarities: there will always be a few people who are transcendent, and who remain untouched no matter how much the world turns upside down. Some of them are almost accomplished and cover the sky with one hand, but they are never suspicious; Some people are idle and mediocre, but their grace is undiminished, and most of them are contemporary warriors who protect the country.

It's just that the greater the privilege, the greater the corresponding responsibility, and the greater the crisis that needs to be faced. The threat to the primeval bloodline has never been a crisis between people, it is just a dispute between human beings, and it is really difficult to completely cut off a bloodline. What can do this is an indescribable danger or malice, and countless powerful "Protector Martial Saints" have fallen under this malice.

And the most shocking scene in his mind was after the Battle of the Lion. Maliciously invaded the withered and ruined Arnoer's family (the emperor's son can live, but he can't withstand the killing of war). At that time, it was Liana Sandrot who stood up for the transcendent sainthood - a veritable "saint of national salvation". This almost invincible woman who galloped through countless battlefields almost died in the face of sudden malice - if it had not been for the timely arrival of the black giant snake, she would have really died a strange and violent death when peace came, and even the body could not be left.

Rao is still on the verge of death, and has to be taken away by the snake in search of a glimmer of life. Knowing the ins and outs, Dlaikels is full of pain, grief, and remorse, but on the one hand, he can only announce the violent death of the saint to the outside world, and on the other hand, he opens up to the Duke of Kane's family, who accommodates the blood of the puppet emperor, because the blood of the Arnor family cannot be severed. This incident became an eternal pain in the heart of Dlaikels, and he worked hard to make the country strong, and was revered as the emperor by later generations. But only a few people know that the reason why he worked so hard was that he just didn't want to lose important people again.

On the other side, Liana is taken by a snake to the depths of the earth. Perhaps it was the strong will to survive, or the favor of the elves, or the protection of the snake, she survived from the brink of dissipation. It was also a blessing in disguise, peeking into the inhuman landscape, and the body was frozen at the peak age, at this time more than 30 years have passed since the end of the Lion Battle. The comrades who once fought together have passed away, and the high-spirited Drykels is already dying.

- The following is the true ending of "Epic Lion Battle", which has never been revealed, and is strikingly similar to the picture that Liana showed Rien.

As Dreyquels lay dying, he withdrew from the crowd and lay quietly on his bed. He remembered his youth, of the unforgettable faces of Roland, Nolde's brothers, and his companions of the Iron Riders, who had been born and died together.

And then there are three women with whom he has been entangled all his life but who have worked hard to forget.

That woman who is as gentle as water and has never asked for anything has fulfilled her promise in her life: to always be by your side, to go to the kingdom of the goddess before you, so that you don't have to miss you alone in the world.

The bejeweled man who was enchanted by nature, after a night of falling into the city, refused to leave, except for the occasional letter brought by the demon, there was no news.

The last female knight who has worried him for more than 30 years has always been missing, maybe he can see her when he gets to the goddess.

In a trance, a figure that he had never forgotten approached little by little. His long hair was like a mountain stream flowing like a waterfall, his golden gold was like the rising sun, his eyes were clear like a clear spring, and a smile on his lips was like a breeze by the lake, which made him see the beautiful Lake Elbe again.

"Are you here to pick me up and take me to the goddess?"

The woman looked at the man on the couch in a daze, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded her head lightly and did not speak.

"That's good." Couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an illusion, Dlaykels's eyes were confused, "It turns out that the goddess really exists?" I didn't believe it before, it's ridiculous. ”

"Your Majesty." The woman knelt on one knee in front of the couch and called softly, her eyes sad.

"No need to grieve, Liana, I'll be on your side soon." A smile welled up on Drakeles' face as he quietly greeted the final moments of his life.

Hearing this, the sadness in Liana's eyes not only did not lessen, but became thicker, so thick that it turned into a crystal in the corner of her eye. She wanted to tell him that she was alive, but she couldn't because she didn't want to break his last dream.

Dlaikels stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if to touch the face that had not been seen for many years but had never changed: "You are still so beautiful, but I am already like this, it is very unsuitable." ”

"No, no," Liana almost choked.

"If you cry, it's not good-looking." Drykels' fingertips tapped Liana's eyebrows wobly, "We should be glad we can see each other again." ”

"Hmm." Familiar movements, familiar words, Liana tried to squeeze out a smile, but tears crossed her cheeks because of this movement.

"Hehe, that's right, that's right." Dlaikels closed his eyes, his hand slipping.

He has been downtrooped and brilliant in his life, but he has never been mediocre.

It's worth it.