The white moonlight shines on both ends of the world, in the heart, but not by the side.

When Elune intervenes, Carlos finally finds out the truth.

The chicken thief of Tosedrin's real code, ah, no, it should be described as treacherous.

With the Royal Library as the "mirror", there are three "Royal Library Worlds", the front and back sides of the mirror, and the mirror world itself.

The enclosed magic that enveloped the entire Royal Library isolated the original world, forming the front of the mirror, and the Royal Library that Carlos and Kildas opened the gap to enter was empty, and that was because this independent space world was the opposite of the mirror.

Carlos, as for it, is pulled into the mirror world itself.

That is, the well of the soul.

The black vortex is not the soul well, the black and white world itself is the real soul well.

Elune's moonlight leads Carlos out of the doom and into the front of the mirror.

"Isn't it good to take what you want and leave, why bother me?"

Tocedlin let out a wail of pain.

Similar to Carlos, the elven prince is also illuminated by the moonlight, but Elune wields Carlos's bounty on Carlos, and Torcedrin is shrouded in the wrath of the moon god.

This inexplicable sense of immediacy, you dare to eat a cane without opening the black emperor scepter, Luna's refresh is big, awesome!

"Because I want to talk to you."

Confused, Carlos ignored the moonlight's guidance and did not step forward to mend Tosedrin.

"Hahahaha, just for this?"

"It's important to me."

The previous was ridicule, but now this is emotion.

Because Tosedlin is really awesome, he resisted Elune's anger and forcibly sealed the magic barrier that was broken by the moon god, ending the pain he was suffering.

"It doesn't matter to me, let's die!"

Tosedlin raised his hand and struck a magic blast to claim Carlos' life, but Carlos lifted his foot and used the soles of his feet to deflect the magical energy in the wrong direction.

"You are so arrogant, even if you are the elven prince, even if you are Torsedrin, why would you try to kill me in such a state after being beaten by the moon god? There's a limit to looking down on people. ”

Carlos really felt that Torcedrin was beaten stupidly by Elune, this kind of painless magic, completely sorry for his elven prince's forced character.

It's not that Kalosto is pretending, it's that he sees through Tocedrin's hypocrisy.

Elune was just one point away from making the finale, and Torcedrin was now a veritable powerhouse.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Tocedrin's frenzied use of gasping and recovering his breath made no secret of his intention to stall for time.

"Where are my people?"

Carlos began to ask.

"Back."

"The plane we were on before?"

"Yes."

"That was ...... at first"

"Positive."

"Speak human words!"

"Blame me for not having enough IQ."

Carlos almost went berserk, he was taunted by Tosedrin, taunted!

"The soul well isn't finished, is it?"

"Yes, the final ritual hasn't been completed yet, and Elune has interfered with me."

"The Last Rite, Sacrifice Me?"

Carlos was thoughtful.

"Don't be arrogant, you have been out of my plans throughout, and the gift to the Light of the Light is the glory of my Torcedrin, nothing without you humans."

"You're ready to sacrifice yourself!"

"The Queen has forgiven me for her mistakes, she will return from the bottom of the sea, and the Cadore Empire will rise once again to offer her soul to the Light of the Light!"

Although there was no evidence, it was just Carlos's simple speculation, but he was sure that Tocedlin had been fooled and lame by Enzos.

Because Aishara had no interest in spirits, and had not traveled so far from the coastline to Eresaras to forgive Torcedrin's strength.

Even a little bolder speculated that the heart-warming words of Queen Esshara that Tosedlin heard were all pretended by Enzos's tentacles.

What a poor man.

"Elune's Luna Railgun is coming soon, what are you going to do?"

Already in a state of madness, Tocedlin is clearly not a normal person to communicate with, and Carlos makes a final attempt, if he can't get any useful information, then let's start the film.

"Then it doesn't need to be asked, of course, to complete the final ritual and awaken the well of the soul. Even Elune can't face Her Majesty the Queen! ”

Torcedrin shouted, drawing his saber.

This is...... Quirsera. Blade of the Upper Elves!

Carlos recognized the shape of the knife at a glance.

This white blade, I settled empty-handed!!

One step out, Carlos did notice that something was wrong, Tocedlin didn't want to slash himself with his knife, he wanted to......

Forcibly grabbing Quelcera's blade, he did not allow Tocedrin's to kill himself, but Carlos' blood mixed with Tocedrin's magic and allowed him to be linked to the ritual.

Carlos finally saw the truth.

There are two Tosedrin!?

On the back of the mirror, thousands of high-level elves kneel during a magical ceremony, four polymaths are bound to the four ivory towers of the Royal Library to serve as magical nodes, Hamuel and Dandemar and other missing soldiers are imprisoned, and Tosedlin stands on a black vortex as if distracted.

THE MIRROR ITSELF, OR THE INSIDE OF THE WELL OF THE SOUL, THE UNWILLING SOULS OF THE UPPER ELVES FOR TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS ARE WHISTLING, HOWLING, SEEKING VENT AND RELIEF, AND A VOICE SHOUTING———— E ARE ONE.

This tone is that the ancient gods have not run away.

Go to TM's Reconnect to the Well of Eternity, this is to open a portal in Eresaras so that Enzoth's undersea army can reappear!

The brain hole is a little bigger, is it possible for Enzos to have a wave of joint battles with Cthun of Silisus?

"Elune!"

Carlos shouted, and Tocedlin punched him in the face with a hideous face.

It doesn't hurt much.

My hand hurts a little.

Elune!!

It really doesn't hurt.

It really hurts.

"Lord Luna, I was wrong, please send your supernatural powers!"

Outside of Erezaras, Morning Light suddenly felt something, and she left the room and stood on a high place, looking at the Royal Library.

Saw......

"Praise the moon god, praise Elune."

Whether it is the upper elves or the minotaurs, they are all pan-believers in Elune, and in this glorious light and shadow that is almost miraculous, the rest of the words are superfluous, just praise the true God.

Only the ogre shivered with the human soldiers.

In a mountain valley less than a thousand kilometers from Eresaras, Cenarius and his sons, daughters, grandchildren, and disciples were clearing a gathering place for Sartre.

Sartre was not willing to perish, they were demonized and were not afraid of death, and even the prestige of the demigod Cenarius was not enough to stop their madness.

So the battle was fierce.

But when Sartre's so-called hole cards, an entire squad of Dread Guards were torn to shreds by Cenarius, the battle was over.

Suddenly, Cenarius felt something.

"This is not the taste of mother......"