The group climbed up the hill, parted the dense clumps of sheep's tooth plants, and looked down into the valley below, and saw the scene described by Luo Yu.

In the valley, a long procession was running under the moon, like three long dragons, winding and marching. Alfond looked at the outfits of those people and said firmly, "It's a sand thief. ”

"It's not just sand pirates." But Fang Yu shook his head. He was sure that these people were the followers of the blind followers, they might be sand thieves, but they must also be Descartes' followers.

He looked up in the direction of the mouth of the valley, where the imaginary defenders had not appeared, as if they had just let the sand thieves drive in. A thought flashed through his mind, and it occurred to him that this might be the plan of Barbartan, the king of sands, to wipe out these Descartes, which was very bold, but if it failed, it would be infinitely troublesome.

Both sides were bold gamblers, playing against each other on this chessboard, but out of his knowledge of the dark cultists, Fang Yu was not too optimistic about the Sand King.

The sand thieves of the valley headed in one direction, where several white vaults stood above the canopy of trees in the dense rainforest. The box looked in that direction and suddenly said, "We can get there before them." ”

Fang Yu glanced back at him with some surprise, this secondary two teenager finally opened his mouth to communicate with others, which is an excellent phenomenon. It seems that since returning from the Daoud, the other party has been a little different from before.

He turned to his head and asked:

"Is Barbartan, the King of Sands, there?"

"It should be the only complex in the valley." Alfond replied.

"Where is the Emerald Star?"

"It should be under the largest building."

Fang Yu nodded his head at this time, and said decisively:

"Down the mountain, we must get there before they do."

……

The hall reverberated with an ethereal chant, making people sleepy—

The ritual had reached its final stage, and everyone in the hall was watching the crystal mountain glow brighter and brighter green.

In the green light, they seemed to see a door come into being, as if a voice was whispering in the dark, painting them an incomparably beautiful picture—behind that door was everything they had been looking for all their lives—money, power, or beauty—

Vary.

The King of Sand, Babal, stood in front of the Crystal Mountain, his face pale with a bright green light, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

But only in the depths of the man's pupils called the king, there were still two burning flames reflected. The fire of life burning in his chest became more and more vigorous, and the flame spread to all his limbs and bones, as if it was about to burn everything.

He saw more in that light, another world, not even the rich land that provided the life of his people, and a soft voice called to him—a soft voice, like a dream, that brought him back to the first meeting with the girl seventeen years ago.

It was a bright bonfire, the same bright smile as it was by the campfire, the light of the Night Star Ritual, so bright—

"Babaltan, come to me—"

The King of Sand stretched out his hand, as if to grasp something.

But he could only touch the cold crystal, and the feeling that came in response was like holding a soft hand.

"Afifa, are you there?"

"Did you see it, the note you left behind, I made it happen-"

"Everything you write down in your notes, it's true."

"But it's a little bit ......"

"I must avenge you."

In the midst of the crowd.

Seneman was the only one who watched this scene with a gloomy face, as if he was not affected in the slightest. But in his sunken eyes, it was as if two faint burning flames had been ignited, and he looked at the people around him, at the sword around his neck, and at the sand king standing motionless in front of the crystal mountain, and inadvertently a sneering smile appeared in his heart:

"Go on, King of the Desert, and push open that door."

He fanatically agitated in his heart:

"Go and see that new world, and meet your master."

"There's everything you want—"

"Even eternal."

But no one could hear the voice of the minister.

The four warlocks were separated from each other, and had become completely integrated with the ritual, imperceptible to any changes around them. Only Albeni, who was presiding over the ceremony, noticed something unusual at this moment—he noticed that there were more people connected to the ceremony. The Grand Karcist vigilantly searched his magic web, only to find that everyone in the hall was connected to the ritual.

It's just that they use magic, and the ministers give their souls.

This discovery shocked Ebenny, and if the spell continued, there would be a large crowd of living dead in the halls. And those are almost a third of the princely ministers of Istania, so why do you have to let these people die here? Not to mention the King of Sand himself, maybe he will also be in danger.

The only people in the ritual who were not affected, apart from the Chosen One, were about one person.

He took his staff and looked back in exasperation, just in time to meet Seneman's bright gaze.

"Seneman, what did you do?"

Albenny said angrily.

"What can I do?" Seneman looked at the sword around his neck and smiled grimly.

Knowing the identity of this man, Ebenny stopped talking nonsense with him, and turned back to the Lord of Sand not far away and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the ceremony must be stopped."

Babartan was slightly stunned and turned around.

But even with his back to the Crystal Mountain, the green fire in his eyes still hadn't faded.

The Desert King seemed a little hesitant for a moment, on the one hand, his trusted courtier, and on the other hand, the voice that was calling for him—the chaotic factor in his mind gradually gained the upper hand for a moment, causing him to take a slow step back and shake his head slightly.

The ceremony cannot be aborted.

That was Afifa's last hope—

"Of course you can't stop the ceremony," Seneman sneered, "If you stop it, you'll lose all your work." ”

"Where are you going to go and find such a huge Emerald Star again?"

"Shut up, Seneman!" Albenny said angrily.

The latter smiled without saying a word, and looked at the crystal mountain with amazement in his eyes.

This is called a gift of grace -

The princess's ancestor spent so much effort to preserve it and keep it a secret for generations. But all this is only for today, this is the power of the dark saints, and even the eyes of the Orin pseudo-gods who claim to know everything can be hidden. And this is just the beginning, and the world will surely return to ......

But Ebenny finally reacted.

He realized that the King of Sand had also bewitched the Crystal Mountain, and that the only hope left was the Chosen One, and he immediately shouted to the other party, "Kill Seineman, immediately!" ”

Ye Hua and the others had already noticed the abnormality the moment Abeni spoke.

The young man with the sword hesitated for a moment, but Ye Hua reacted decisively and drew his dagger and stabbed it into Seneman's chest.

The latter screamed, clutched his chest and stumbled backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But Seneman sat down on the ground, covered his chest with one hand, and laughed miserably: "Haha, it's too late, it's too late......"

He looked at everyone with burning eyes: "Don't think that I don't know your plans, that I am a wise fool, and that mortals' vain attempts to wrestle with the saints are just a dream...... Haha, ahem......"

The ministers in the hall were like wooden sculptures, as if they had not seen or heard this scene at all.

Albenny watched all of this with a shocked look on his face.

Seneman was dying, but the ritual didn't end as expected.

What's the problem?

The note was obviously left by the princess, and no one had read it at all except for the King of Sand and Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess. What's more, even if you read it, you don't have a chance to change the content on it-

He was thinking wildly in his heart, and even flashed a terrible thought that had no basis - could it be that the princess was also a member of the blind followers?

But it's at this moment—

A crisp voice came from outside the hall:

"Father, please stop the ceremony!"

That voice was clearly heard by everyone in the hall who was still awake.

They couldn't help but look in that direction, and watched the little princess appear in that place with the wood carving in her hand and tears in her eyes.

She almost cried out, pleading:

"Father, I'm here, I'm Afifa, have you forgotten me?"

The voice seemed to hit the heart of the Sand King Babaltan.

He suddenly froze in front of the Crystal Mountain, turned around a little stiffly, and the confused light dissipated a little in the pupils shrouded in green light.

He recognized his daughter, and as if he saw his daughter, a phantasm also appeared. The girl in the phantom smiled softly at him, and he was the only one in the world who could decipher the meaning of that smile.

He slowly glanced back at the reflection in the crystal, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one was really his beloved. They were all so similar, almost identical, but there was a voice in the shadows that told him that if he chose the wrong one, he would be doomed.

He's lost this world once, and he can't afford to lose it a second time—

He looked at his daughter, and then at the reflection in the crystal, and for a moment he was both distressed and confused.

Afifa bit her lip and tears began to fall, and the man told her that his father would answer his call, but he remained motionless.

Doesn't he love himself anymore, doesn't he love his sister anymore, has he forgotten his mother? Why did he leave everyone behind to carry out that illusory 'plan', could it be that his mother, who had left this world, was more important than every loved one who still existed in this world?

Even if the mother is still in this world, is she willing to watch her daughter lose her father again?

She thought about it all with tears streaming down her face.

Until a hand pressed on her shoulder.

Albenny saw the group walk in from outside the entrance to the hall.

Fang Yuan, Luo Hao, Box, Luo Yu, Ji Ta, Paparal, Halfling Alfond and Pasha who followed behind everyone.

Fang Yu quietly put his hand on the little princess's shoulder, and said to her in a warm voice, "Go on, Afifa." ”

The little princess nodded with tears in her eyes, and she carefully held the wooden carving, her lips squirming, as if she was brewing feelings in her heart.

But the feeling finally erupted, and she almost cried like a tearful person:

"Father, my sister and I are still waiting for you to go back."

"We need you, we need a father—"

"Please don't leave us."

"Please......"

The small, helpless voice, like a sharp arrow, struck the hearts of everyone in the hall.

It also struck the heart of the sand king Babaltan, and pulled him back from the dream, and all the illusions vanished, leaving only the real phantom—his helpless and weeping daughter, the wood carving in his hand, and the phantom of the maiden standing beside his daughter.

It was as if he suddenly understood what he had really abandoned.

He glanced at the Crystal Mountain beside him, feeling strange and uneasy.

But why?

Isn't that Afifa's plan?

He turned away from his daughter, a little dazed.

And it was at this time that Albeni suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty, be careful! ”

Afifa also covered her mouth and watched this scene in shock, and the wood carving in her hand even fell straight to the ground.

The wood carving was broken in two.

In the eyes of everyone, the moment the Sand King Babaltan turned around, a phantom was emerging from the crystal behind him.

But it was not an illusory figure, it emerged from the dark green crystal, like a giant as tall as a mountain, with three heads and four arms, holding a huge scythe, raised high, and swung down violently. The scythe pierced the gap between the crystal and reality, flashing with a sharp light, and swung down—

Afifa screamed.

But among the crowd, only Fang Yu looked calm, stepped forward, and raised his right hand.

Representing the identity of the alchemist, the gauntlet with a cold luster and a strange shape - the pride of the lonely king, and it seems that under this many brilliance, it is refracting the light of the lonely high.

With the firm voice that represents the youth:

"Alfindor, Gemini, Up!"

There was a loud bang.

The wall on one side of the hall collapsed suddenly.

A spear burst through the stone, followed by a tall and majestic colossus that smashed through the barricade and burst into the hall—a majestic knight with a long white feather fluttering in the wind on top of the light-reflecting armor.

It staggered past the courtiers and stabbed forward, where the phantom with the scythe was slashing down. In everyone's eyes, only Seneman's poignant shrill laughter was echoing in the hall, which was particularly harsh: "It's late, it's late, hahahaha, cough cough ......"

"You can't ......"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and the sparkle in his eyes finally dimmed.

And at that moment, the phantom of the spear and the sickle staggered.

Afifa fell to his knees with a grunt, completely limped.

The huge knight's spear, at that moment, hit the tall mountain of crystals. In Seneman's opinion, the Emerald Star should be indestructible, and at that moment, a crack spread from it.

There was a loud 'click'......

The cracks snake in all directions like spider silk.

A phantom shadow swept across the Orphen twin stars, like an invisible wind, sweeping over the crystal mountain.

Few people saw that the faint shadow, like the same giant beast with its wings open to cover the sky and the sun, turned around, its golden pupils, as if falling into the fire of the mortal world. The fire will consume everything, turning everything into dust, and the black smoke and dust will haunt the towering and invincible creatures.

It's a dragon.

"Black Wings Bring Death ......"

"Black Wings Bring Death ......"

"Checkmate Omen ......"

"Checkmate Omen ......"

Seneman repeated these words in his dim gaze, but no one could hear them clearly.

The incredible color in his eyes seemed to be frozen at that moment, and the last words in his mouth were stuck in his throat.

"But ......"

"Why...... It's in ......"

A dull paleness hung over the servant's grim face.

And at this moment, the crystal mountain collapsed, turning into countless tiny green fragments and falling to the ground.

The giant shadow holding the scythe swung past the body of the Sand King Babaltan, but like a light wind, it only moved the corners of the Desert King's clothes and fluttered slightly.

The people in the hall regained their senses, and they all came back to their senses from their dreams, but they still remembered the scene that had happened before. They watched in amazement at the majestic tall colossus of the Sand King, the knight's spear, still as it had been at the moment when it hit the Crystal Mountain.

The crowd looked back at the young alchemist.

But the gaze is completely different.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Princess Afifa, who was kneeling on the ground, finally couldn't help but cry, like the feelings in her heart, and she finally couldn't hold back at this moment.

Standing in the center of the hall, the Sand King Babaltan looked at his daughter, and then at the Plover standing aside, as if he had just woken up from a ridiculous dream. This man, who is a king, even looks a little depressed at this moment, he shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, and then said to Fang Yuan:

“…… It seems that I have done at least one thing right, young man. ”

But Fang Yu shook his head.

"The crisis is not over, Your Majesty."

The Sand King nodded slightly.

He looked at his ministers, and everyone in the hall had a mixed reaction, but most of them, in fact, hadn't reacted yet. And only Count Nurman stepped forward at this moment.

But Babartan stopped the latter from speaking.

With one hand he untied the straps of his cloak, threw it to the ground, drew his scimitar from its sheath and held it in his hand. The bright sword light reflected the face of this king, as if it made him return to his youthful days-

"Nurman, once again, let's kill the enemy side by side." The Sand King whispered.

The Count was stunned for a moment, and bowed his head slightly.

Only then did the King of Sand turn around and look in all directions, as if he had finally regained the spirit of the king, and raised his voice:

"Where is my knight?"

Ed watched this scene, and only silently picked up the little princess from the ground.

……

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