"I am being afraid of the hard work, if I do the hard work?"

Ye Mingyu muttered and began the physical blasting journey.

From above, the labyrinth vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye, the walls collapsed and the dust was clouded.

The physical training of the Wood Spirit Sage has played a very good role.

When combined with the tonsil emblem, it gives Ye Mingyu a slightly stronger physique.

Robust in every way.

Ye Mingyu broke through a path and finally stood in front of the junction, the barrier was relatively strong, so he was forced to punch a few more punches.

"I'm a good mage." Ye Mingyu sighed.

The last punch went up, and he made an extra five-fireball combo.

Five fireballs went down, and no one knew how much blood this spell model had left to hold on, anyway, three seconds later.

Collapse.

Collapse visible to the naked eye.

The rifts opened around them, connecting the void or unknown planes, and the two stood among the hundreds of rifts, waiting for everything to return to normal.

......

The saint followed the chief knight.

Step on the heavy humus and walk into the forest on a trail.

The neon of the imperial capital is getting farther and farther away, and all kinds of shadows and memories are crumpled together and left behind.

"I still remember when you first came to the throne," said the chief knight, walking forward, "when you stood at the foot of the steps of the temple, receiving the crown left by the death of your predecessors, and it looked far less grim than it is now. ”

"It's just a delusion." The saint said lightly.

She removed her hood and saw the starlight flowing through the cracks in the branches, the tips of her hair assimilated in the reflection.

"I can't see the moon tonight." The saint whispered.

"It's been thirty days, and it's the New Year in two days, so naturally I can't see it now."

"yes, this year is almost over, when are you going to do it?"

"Hands-on? What are you talking about? ”

The knight's stride was stiff.

Cold sweat dripped from the horn helmet, turning into grains of ice slag under the magic of the ice system, and his gaze cooled with the sweat.

"I know what you, Shousuke, and the head priest, plus the current Sword Saint, want to do."

As she spoke, the saint paused and looked around:

"How's it going here? I think it's a good cemetery, dusk grass, I love this plant, it reminds me of that war two thousand years ago. ”

"You... You really like to joke. The chief knight turned slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Are you kidding? So you thought so, but I'm sorry to disappoint you, don't underestimate my intelligence network. ”

The saint blinked and smiled.

At this moment, she doesn't look like a high-ranking ruler, but a young girl.

The starlight passed through the layers of branches and fell on the shoulders of the saint, and the night breeze blew, and her long hair moved slightly, and she said slowly:

"Come out."

The other three emerged from the dark bushes.

The Sword Saint with the Blood Blade, the Shousuke with the standard staff, and the Chief Priest in a white robe.

"I'm sorry." The chief knight turned.

The armor is sonorous, rendering a solemn atmosphere.

"It's all right," the saint shook her head, "I've expected this day a long time ago. ”

"Why don't you bring a staff?" Shousuke asked suddenly.

He stared at the saint with burning eyes, as if he was guessing something, but he was not sure.

The Sword Master also noticed this, and shook off the scabbard, and the clear cold light scattered, he was worried that the Holy Maiden had other means.

"What do you think of it?" The saint asked Shousuke rhetorically, "I'm sure you can guess. ”

"You're begging for death." Shousuke said in a deep voice.

The Holy Maiden acquiesces.

The air froze suddenly, as if time had stood still, and the other three looked at the saint in shock, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

After a long time.

"Go on." The saint smiled lightly.

"You have lifted the defense line of the imperial capital and completely exposed the undead of the limestone, knowing that your sins cannot be washed away, you can only die," Shousuke clenched his staff, "but you are by no means an evader, and you will not use death to evade responsibility." ”

"Exactly." The Holy Maiden approved.

"So death itself has no meaning, but the meaning attached to death, and your death directly affects the undead who colluded with you."

"Very good, I made a pact with them to remove the imperial capital's defenses."

The saint smiled, a very delicate countenance, "Understood? ”

"So if you die, the power of the contract will disappear," Shousuke realized the truth and said in a deep voice, "The undead won't attack immediately?" ”

"No, they need to rest."

Juggernaut unsheathed the bloody blade, and the knight's hands trembled slightly.

Shousuke took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible:

"If you die, the contract will end, and all the troops will be redeployed, and it will only take two days, but ...... There is no reason why it is not cost-effective to pay for the life of a saint. ”

"So this is my personal selfishness, and of course there are reasons."

In the middle of winter, the forest is silent.

It seems that all things in heaven and earth have reached a tacit unity at this moment, waiting for the answer of the saint.

......

Ye Mingyu walked through the hollow.

Behind it is the spacious hall, with towering dark standing stones and silver pillars supporting the dome, which is brilliant and atmospheric.

"It's really worthy of the tombs of the saints of the past generations, and they are all magic coins."

Ye Mingyu began to envy, jealousy and hatred again.

If he had so much money, how could he not afford to buy a skin for a new hero?

"I think it's a little strange," Maple Leaf spun his staff in boredom, "The bodies of the saints of the past generations are actually put together, if it is customary, wouldn't it be more pious to worship them separately?" ”

"I don't know, this kind of thing can't be said well, after all, it is related to traditional folk customs."

"I'm just talking about it...... Mingyu, did you hear the sound? Beiyao Maple Leaf suddenly held the staff and looked ahead vigilantly.

The two did not speak again.

Ye Mingyu listened intently, and gradually, some kind of prayer seemed to be heard in front of him.

Coming from across the space, it is blurred, as if it is connected to the other side far away.

The prayer grew louder and clearer, and after a few seconds, it reached the two of them like a landslide and tsunami.

Endless apparitions emerge all around.

An endless sea of bones, above the sky is the gate of the underworld, and below is the throne of bones tens of meters high, and the flames are burning on the bones, as if they have been burning for three days and three nights.

The Headless stood in a sea of fire and set ablaze with the throne, and the undead rushed towards the throne like madness.

Moths to the fire.

Inexplicable scales poured in from everywhere, and voices such as "Seven Generations", "Sacrifice" and "Recovery" could be vaguely heard.

"Hurry up!"

Ye Mingyu ignored these phantoms and rushed forward.

It should be too late.

The only problem is that the eighteenth generation of saints, there are a lot of corpses, and they need to be turned over one by one to recognize people.

Ye Mingyu breaks into the final secret room.

Beiyao Maple Leaf followed, but as soon as she entered it, she saw Ye Mingyu's footsteps pause.

There is only one coffin in the chamber.

Other than that, there is nothing.

At this time, the old man in the illusion called out the names of the seven generations of monarchs:

"The Nameless."

"The One Who Died at Dusk."

"A soulless and soulless corpse."

The greatest magician in modern human history, Ye Mingyu's past life.

The Nameless Lord.