Fang Plover raised the Scepter of Remorse and kept it in this position for a long time.

The messenger heard a low voice coming from the walls around him, at first like the waves of the sea, far away, low, weeping, and then gradually the voice became majestic, like a thousand horses galloping, rumbling, the ground trembling, and the sand and gravel falling from the ceiling.

The faces of the dragon worshippers changed, and they felt as if some behemoth was breaking free from its chains and rising from beneath the earth.

Everyone nervously stood in a circle back to back, "Nicol Bolas, what the hell is that?" The messenger asked aloud, looking back.

Dragon's Golden Flame stood in place with a pale face, not saying a word.

A pale cyan glimmer flashed in the darkness.

It was a pale ghost, its eyes flashing with flames of vengeance, and it appeared behind Fang Ou and staggered past it.

"Ghosts!" When the dragon worshippers saw this scene, they suddenly thought of something, like falling into an ice cave.

"Let's go ——!" Where the Messengers still don't know what's going on, but how can they get out of this place? The Dragon-worshippers soon realized that there was only one exit.

"It's a good place to bury your bones." Fang Yu suddenly opened his mouth.

The messenger screamed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, the outcome is unknown!" ”

"I said," Fang Yu looked at these people coldly, "good and evil will be rewarded in the end." ”

But the second, third ghost had already emerged from behind Fang Yuan.

Their eyes were pale, confused, and hollow, next to each other like a glowing wall. Countless undead have sprung up from the darkness like a tidal wave.

Like a torrent, it overflowed the plover and washed towards the position of the dragon-worshippers. And Fang Yu always held the scepter high in the midst of countless ghosts, and watched this scene with a determined look.

Thirty years ago, these people caused all the disasters in Dorifin.

Thirty years later, they are back here.

But what awaits them is not the last chapter of this endgame.

Rather, it comes from the reverberation above the chessboard.

The souls of tens of thousands of lowly people have been waiting for this moment to tear their enemies to pieces.

The Dragonworshipper swung forward in vain, a cursed sword slashing across the translucent body, the ghost screaming through him, a look of horror fixed on his face.

The face of the deceased seemed to have a thick layer of frost condensed, and he still maintained the moment when he swung his sword until death, and there were still layers of ice edges hanging on the sword.

At the touch of it, it shattered and scattered like a fragile ice sculpture.

A sea of ghosts was pouring out of the walls on all sides, and the plover was between them, scepter in hand, like a reef in the middle of a rapid.

The scepter in his hand seemed to surround an invisible circle of light.

Let every undead subconsciously avoid him, avoid every non-dragon worshipper present, when the messenger saw this scene, there was only one thought in his mind.

Reign over the host –

It was like the oath made by the consuls at the moment of their duties.

I have this scepter in my hand, and I have dominion over the kingdom and over its people as over all hosts. And my hands are my duty, and from this moment on, I will be loyal only to my mission-'

I am loyal to them.

They also empower me.

The deepest remorse.

It is to understand the source of one's own weakness.

On top of the Scepter of Remorse, all of Rocklen Grossle's confessions were written, and it eventually turned into a vengeful rage that swept over every enemy present.

It was an invincible torrent, through the hand of the Frog, from the trust of the Dorifin Souls who had come afterward, and had been imposed on their former enemies.

One after another, the dragon worshippers fell in terror, and before they died, they did not even know how to resist such a plight.

Because in the illusion, hatred gives the ghosts the form of existence.

As long as the obsession with revenge remains, the illusion will not die.

It's just that now this pain has been transferred to these former inflicters. The Dragon-worshippers are faced with a group of enemies that they cannot kill, and as long as they have a breath left, the fire of hatred will always burn.

Like a chain of hatred.

The destinies of the two are intimately linked to each other.

"How so!" The Dragon-worshippers screamed in despair, but soon, in his place, a low, cold whimper.

It was like the click of ice, engulfing everything.

A glowing phantom roared through his body.

And among the ten thousand hosts, only the dragon's golden pupils could not be affected, and she looked at the young man not far away with her golden pupils: "That's my ghost army!" ”

"Indeed, as part of this illusion, the chains of hatred thirty years ago are not on you."

"Dragon's Golden Treasure, this is your greatest advantage, with great power, you do have the possibility of dominating this illusion."

"It's a pity that you end up doing everything wrong."

"But your biggest mistake is to be like Sir Declan Rogessle, to treat everything here as a pawn and not understand the source of your own power?"

"Do you think you're still a mighty dark dragon in this illusion? You should have understood that your power has been suppressed in this seal for too long. ”

"Actually, you always have a chance to leave this illusion and bring everyone back to peace."

"But you didn't do that, because you were too superstitious about your own strength."

"You know what I'm talking about, Lady Dragon."

Dragon Jin Yu looked at Fang Yu without saying a word.

Fang Yu also said word by word: "You know how to calm and end the anger and pain of these revenants—"

"As someone who witnessed it thirty years ago, no one knows better than you why Dorifin's illusion existed, Dragon's Gold."

"Obsession is the root of this chain, and as long as this hatred is cut off, it will naturally disappear."

"But you didn't."

"Your self-confidence and arrogance have buried you in the end, and the people who set up this illusion have always understood that you cannot bow down to these souls who seem humble to you."

"As it turned out, she wasn't mistaken."

"That's why we have this scene today—"

"You're making me bow to these people? It's ridiculous, they can't even save themselves," the dragon screamed, "that poor little girl, who thought she could change something, ended up putting herself in it. And that idiot, if it weren't for him, how could I have gotten the Blade of False Victory so easily? ”

"With my own strength, I can leave this place as well."

"And now you've got your own power."

Fang Yu looked at the shattered shadow of Galapeia on the ground.

"But whether you can leave this place or not, we'll find out soon. See you in the last scene, Dragon's Gilder, and you'll soon understand which of us is right and who is wrong. ”

"We'll see." The dragon looked at him and said viciously. She took a step back, her wings flaring up behind her.

"You can't leave us, Lord Nicol Bolas." The Courier screamed in horror, no longer at his composure.

But Dragon Jin Yu gave him a disgusted look, "Unfortunately, I'm not Nicol Bolas, and she won't save you." ”

As she spoke, she spread her wings and flew into the sky, and the dome underneath cracked with a thud, and she flew away through the cracks.

The entire underground hall appears to be beginning to collapse.

A large rock fell from the ceiling, and landed right on the messenger, burying him in a cloud of flying dust.

The walls of the hall crumbled, and a road surrounded by smoke and fog appeared behind it.

The last remaining dragon-worshippers turned around in a panic and rushed into the mist. And the Sea of the Undead followed, and rushed in.

The underground hall was transformed into an open plaza.

Fang Plover recognized the surrounding scene, it was part of the Upper Town Boulevard, and they returned to this place again. The flames burned, and the light of the fire reflected everyone's faces.

He looked back.

Seeing Parker shudder running out of the corner, he seemed to want to run to Sylvid for comfort, but was kicked away by Miss Maid.

Fang Yu shook his head and said to Hu Di, who was covered in blood, "Go and pick up Miss Heath." ”

Hu Di was stunned for a long time before asking, "Am I very incompetent, Ed?" ”

"Why are you asking me this?" Fang Yu was speechless: "You have to ask Miss Heath." ”

Hu Di looked back in a daze.

The girl lay weakly on the ground and looked at him with tender eyes.

Miss Spoon also came from not far away, her black fur like a shining satin in the firelight, curling her tail and rubbing his calf affectionately.

Hu Di hugged the girl horizontally with tears.

"Don't cry, Hudi, it's so ugly for you to cry." Heath said with a somewhat weak smile.

But Hu Di cried loudly instead.

The ghosts are walking through the square.

But some of them paused, their eyes seeming to regain their clarity, and they looked around, one last glance at the city they had known for a long time.

Then it turned into a sparkling light and disappeared into the streets.

Some of the ghosts were bowing respectfully to the plovers.

And a man rushed out of the crowd and came to Hudi's side. He looked at the young man's daughter in disbelief, as if he wanted to step forward, but he was afraid to recognize him.

"Heath, I'...... I didn't expect to find you. ”

"This lord didn't lie to us......"

"Father's ......"

The girl's voice was choked, and tears glistened in her eyes.

It was the first time we had seen each other in 30 years, but it seemed like a thousand years apart.

People searched for each other in the illusion over and over again, but fate separated them from each other, until the chains of fate were finally severed at this moment.

It's all coming to an end.

With tears in her eyes, the girl replied with a smile, "Father, are you here to take me?" I'm so tired, every day I think about the past, but my house is always empty, and I can't wait for the next day's dawn no matter what......"

"But it seems that day will never come."

"It's dawn, my daughter," replied the man, "we're leaving, but I can't take you with me." ”

"Why, father?"

"Because the time has come, I will give you to another man in your life."

He looked at Hudi.

Fang Yu also looked at Hu Di.

Only Hu Di was stunned, looking at the girl who began to blush and looked shy.

"Promise," Fang Yu looked at the retarded mindless speechlessly: "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

Hu Di reacted at this time, and stammered: "Heath, I ......"

"I understand," said Heath, blushing, "I understand, Hudi's mind...... Thank you, thank you, Hudi. ”

"But I didn't do anything."

"Wouldn't you be responsible if you didn't do it?"

"No, Ed I ......"

Fang Yu shook his head, walked over and took out the seal of no regrets—and placed the unicorn brooch on the girl's hand: "This is what Miss Misu left for you, Heath." ”

Heath was slightly stunned, her eyes glistening with bright tears.

'The Whisper of the Stars, which holds a pure soul—'

That's a hope.

He raised his head and said to Hu Di: "Wait for me, Hu Di, believe that I can solve all this perfectly." ”

"Ed ......" Hu Di thought of what he had done, blushing and ashamed and not knowing what to say.

Fang Plover only patted him on the shoulder, held the Scepter of Remorse, and turned to walk in the fog ahead.

He knew that there was one last scene waiting for him.

Sylvid looked at the man and woman, smiled slightly, and followed. The two were followed by a girl carrying a stone statue without saying a word, and the duo looked extremely weird.

"Why do you sometimes look so smart and sometimes so stupid, Captain?" She asked.

"Huh?" Fang Yu didn't know what to do: "Haven't I always been very smart, look at Hu Di, I'm much smarter than him, aren't I?" ”

The aristocratic lady winked mischievously at him: "Let's say now." ”

And the Paparal, who patted his ass, got up from the ground, and hurried after him. "Wait for me, you dogs and men! Wow-" He was kicked out by Shesta again.

"Don't insult Miss." The maid said coldly.

"What, you're not allowed to talk about everything you've done?" Parker rubbed his ass and muttered dissatisfied.

On the other side, Dictor was walking through the ruins to Lune's side, quietly looking at the other party: "You're back." ”

Lu looked at Fang Yuan's back with a complicated expression. "You know what's going on in Uptown, Diktor." He asked.

The older knight nodded, "Of course I know, don't forget, I'm also part of this apparition. ”

"But it's not the people in this fantasy who have obsessions," Lu En sighed, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been blinded by obsession." ”

"Now do you understand my choice with Misu?"

Lune nodded, "But I still want to see what happened in the end." ”

Dickett looked at him fixedly, "I know what you're after, but I'm not going to stop you, come with me, you'll see it all." ”

Let's talk about it.

The older knight turned and walked into the mist.

Fang Yu heard someone calling out to him behind him.

"Mr. Consul."

He paused for a moment before he realized what the title meant, and he looked back and saw that Heath's father was in that place. The middle-aged man, who was a little honest and wealthy, stood a little cramped on the corner and bowed heavily to him.

"Thank you."

Fang Yu smiled slightly and nodded to him.

He turned around to find that many of the people on the street were nodding to him, and the ghosts stopped and watched him walk towards him.

They couldn't send him to the place behind the mist, but the gaze seemed to be an invisible force.

It is called trust, and it fills Fang Yu's heart.

Momiji limped out of the corner and looked at him with a frown.

"Why are you here?" Fang Yu looked at this Miss Alchemist of Tapolis: "Didn't I let you cultivate there?" ”

"Don't want to leave me," Momiji glanced at him: "If you want to swallow the experience alone, there is no door." ”

Fang Yu was stunned.

But he couldn't help but laugh.

Of course, he understands that this is not as simple as experience.

Ahead was a billowing mist, as if it surrounded the unsolvable puzzle of this thirty-year-old history, and Fang Yu knew that there would be the final answer and key.

A pair of golden eyes are looking at everyone here through the mist.

And he took the last thing from his bosom and held it up towards the mist, which shone like a lighthouse.

Dispel all the fog.

There, behind the fog.

It's Grey Oak Square –

……