As soon as he left the hallway, Master Don Quixote immediately stopped spasming.

He straightened up with the agility that a mage should not have, and the old swordmaster's hand was withdrawn with lightning speed, and the latter asked, "How is it?" ”

"There are too few fragments collected, I'm afraid there are not enough."

The space was slightly distorted, and the two of them were already in another unfamiliar space, and anyone with basic magical knowledge would realize that Merlin Palace was far from being as simple as it seemed.

Master Don Quixote took out a silver crystal ball from his bosom, the size of a child's fist, the thin silver filaments reflected a metallic luster in the crystal, unbelievably pure, such a silver crystal is a natural magic superconductor, and the magic of natural condensation makes it hang in the palm of Master Don Quixote.

The silver crystal ball flashed in the clips of the previous battle, and the strange thing was that Lin An was the only one in the picture:

She casts, breaks, moves, argues, and swears...... Every move towards an invisible target is like a one-man show.

"It's very vague, she should have practiced some kind of soul secret method, no wonder the soul power is so restrained, it is almost impossible to capture and ingest."

If Lin An was here, she would definitely realize that the purpose of the old sword master's previous scolding with her was deeper than she had guessed, and Master Don Quixote was trying to absorb the spiritual energy that escaped from her emotions—or rather, soul energy.

The Tao is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, she is on guard against the other party's direct temptation, but in this magical world, there are even more strange methods, which can bypass her and obtain information through guò mysterious magic.

And this silver crystal is the medium through which the essence is extracted from the spiritual energy ingested.

In this way, Lin An has never heard of it, and naturally there is no way to guard against it.

It can only be said that the news brought by Lin An was too shocking, and even the two Meilin royal family Dingding Divine Needles couldn't sit still, and they did everything to verify the authenticity of the information.

Most of the magic hours have passed.

The Old Swordmaster and Don Quixote appeared at the Emperor's couch.

The emperor was dressed in silk pajamas and rested on large cushions made of soft plain woven dark patterns.

His flabby eyelids seemed to be closed, as if he was asleep, only his hand, which was covered with old age spots outside the cover, was slightly clenched into a fist, and the back of his hand contracted from time to time with the strength of the jagged tendons, showing that he was still in a sober thought.

“…… She has cultivated the Soul Secret Method, and only when she is in a state of battle or when she is emotionally excited, can she have the soul power that escapes. ……”

“…… In order not to anger her, it is necessary to capture ...... covertly"

“…… The number is too small, resulting in ...... The prediction is very vague......"

“…… And it seems that there is some kind of force protecting her, and there are deviations and errors in the prophecies that guide zhì against her! ……”

“…… But the experience of soul feedback is the most real, even if the memory is forgotten, the real experience can be traced back through the soul. ……”

“…… It has been determined that she has indeed had a cross-dimensional experience, and that there is a residual breath of non-native laws in her soul. ……”

“…… Due to the long stay time, it is relatively clear, and it can basically be judged that it should be the breath of the plane law of the demon world! ……”

“…… In addition, there seems to be other, more complex laws, but it is difficult to discern! ……”

“…… It follows from this that during her disappearance, she had more complicated experiences, but for some reason hid them from us......"

“…… However, there is no trace of *control in her soul breath! ……”

“…… According to the soul quality reaction and our induction, she is currently on the verge of promotion, but she deliberately suppressed and postponed ......"

“…… Based on various evidences, judge Ann. Lynn's warning, the authenticity is more than fifty percent! ……”

Master Don Quixote concluded:

"To sum up, Leopold and I (the name of the old swordmaster) build yì, Merlin, we must do our best to react!"

The Emperor squinted, his gaze sank, at the flickering flame on the three-pronged candlestick on the cabinet opposite the bed, and nodded for a long time.

“…… Contact Your Majesty and tell them that the Terran catastrophe is about to return—"

"--The Devil's Plague Repeats!"

……

Over the Arctic Ice Sheet.

Gangfeng called out disorderly in the chaotic magic area, and a tall figure faintly appeared in the wind.

This figure almost merged with Gangfeng, and he looked down on the mountains and fields, and the army of demon undead scattered all over the mountains was like ants that had lost their mother nest, blindly and aimlessly searching, ignoring the figure above.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the figure seemed to be aware of it, and leaned into the wind, and a blue light came from a very far distance, falling into his palm like a substance, turning into an azure token.

The figure was shocked, and the storm was faintly revealed, and the vicissitudes of life and unkempt face of the Azure Spear were faintly revealed, and he was stunned to read the message carried in the token:

“…… Ha? Demonic Plague Repeated! ”

……

In the middle of an island forever surrounded by the winds of death, rises a twelve-story tower, the spire of which plunges deep into the depths of the clouds that have been formed by the shattering of the locks.

The tower is covered with countless intricate and mysterious runes, reflecting a ring of heavy force fields, suppressing the evil spirits that bring death to the depths of the island.

A dark blue light pierced through the sea mist, ignoring the protection, pulling out a long streamer of light, stopping in front of the gate of the mage tower covered with runes, revealing a dark blue token, suspended still.

Squeak.

A crack opened in the door, which had been almost silent since the tower was built, and a figure in a mage's robe appeared silently, a layer of skin-covered palm stretched out from the ragged wide sleeves corroded by negative energy, holding the token.

Sidney's long-silent lips quirmed, and he read with difficulty and mechanics:

【“…… Demons, disasters, repetitions, and performances. ”】

He paused, and it seemed to take a moment to understand what it meant, and the figure disappeared in front of the tower's gates.

Soon after, the Land of the Dead shook, the tower raised its protective barrier, and the evil spirits in the depths of the island roared in anger, and the tower sank silently, the water pouring back until the spire disappeared from the surface of the sea, and the roar of the evil spirits was cut off by the thick water.

……

A similar situation occurred almost simultaneously in the depths of the nameless abyss, which is surrounded by black fog and evil water all year round, above the huge glaciers in the eastern part of the Far North Ice Sheet, and at the end of the dense and wild primeval forest......

The people of the earth are unaware of this, the peasants still work in the fields and run for their livelihoods, the nobles still indulge in the balls and salons, the drunken gold, the iron hooves of war are trampling, and the intrigues are woven in the shadows......

The Muse Continent is like a huge ant nest, the ants living in the ant nest are busy with their lives, only a few of them, accidentally glance outside the ant nest, and see birds flying through the sky, leaving shadows on the earth.

What happened on this day is still still in this moment, as if nothing has changed.

It's like a fish swimming by, leaving only a shallow ripple, but only a few people know that the change in this trajectory may brew into a tsunami that changes the fate of everyone on the earth after time brews!

“…… In this tsunami, even the legendary powerhouse may not be able to control his own destiny! ”

Lin An looked out the window, "Thinking about it like this, I began to feel that perhaps ants who don't know anything are happier than ants who open their eyes." ”

"But fate has chosen you to be the eye that sees the bird, and you can only submit to fate."

The Emperor's voice came from behind him:

"Just as fate wants to set off a storm when the fire of my life is about to be extinguished, then I, an old man in my last years, will have to desperately live a few more days and carry this bone-shattering burden coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough......"

The violent coughing and wheezing stopped his words, and Lin An had to turn around and use magic to soothe him.

"You need to perform the ritual as much as possible, or even if I am by my side at all times, all I can do is temporarily relieve your pain."

Glancing at the backlog of thick texts on the bedside table, as well as the one in the emperor's hand, Lin An said calmly.

Ever since she had stayed in the palace, the emperor had taken care of things.

Although many of the texts have been filtered again and again, and what reaches the emperor's hands has been processed by a number of ministers of parliament and given corresponding suggestions, and only needs the emperor to look at them and agree to use them, in the current situation, the amount of approval that the emperor needs to bear, and the experience consumed for it, is still far beyond what his physical condition can bear at this time.

This is undoubtedly an overdraft of life.

Seeing this situation, without anyone else's explanation, Lin An already understood how the emperor had reduced his supposed lifespan of three years to less than two years.

"At this rate of energy consumption, even if the ritual is performed, I can at most postpone the day you are summoned by the Grim Reaper until next winter."

Lin An calmly stated a fact, "Unless the goddess of nature is reborn, there is nothing I can do." ”

The Emperor's gaze paused for a moment as he read the text, and then continued.

"It's been much more than I expected, and before that, almost everyone thought I wouldn't make it through this winter."

The room fell silent again, and just when Lin An thought that the topic was over for the time being, the emperor's breathing mixed with the murc in his lungs became heavy, and his voice sounded again:

"The crown prince's canonization ceremony is already being prepared in secret."

Lin An was slightly shocked.

She suddenly realized that the Emperor had not agreed to the ceremony, perhaps in order to wait for the deadline she had given earlier.

Lin An knew very well that he - or rather, the emperor also knew - if it were not for the emperor's body that had reached the point where he could not delay any longer, with Lin An's character, he would never take the initiative to urge, let alone tell the exact time of the deadline.

Whether it is for humanitarianism or for the purpose of protecting one's self, not to get involved in the vortex of succession to the throne.

"Don't you ask who it is?" Coughing a few times with a fist, the emperor asked with interest.

"I'm far less interested in this than the guys out there." It's too late to hide, Lin Anpi refused with a smile, and secretly sarcastic.

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