"We're here!"

The Fog Shield Manor was in sight, but Fang Yu didn't wait for the cheers of the crowd, he turned around and saw the black crowd standing there on the street in the Hagerston Cemetery area, as if there was an invisible line.

There the people stopped and watched him and Sylvid silently, reflecting the sea of fire on the horizon, billowing smoke, and a huge golden net hanging from the sky over the city.

A painting freezes time at this moment, and the silent crowd makes this scene particularly impressive in Fang Yuan's eyes.

Something suddenly dawned on him.

Even though it was the invisible hand that moved the pointer in the dream, so that what happened thirty years ago no longer overlapped with the trajectory of fate, it was finally the time to wake up from the dream.

A ripple rippled through the black-pressed crowd.

The faces of those standing at the front were turning pale and haggard, like ghosts, and the fire of their souls in their eyes was now only a confused watch.

Thirty years later, an invisible force still binds these Dorifin's souls here.

But perhaps not without effort.

In Fang Yuan's field of vision, the middle-aged man standing at the front of the crowd, who was not tall, was slightly fat, bald, and his pale face was covered with ecchymoses of the deceased, bent down slightly, and bowed to him.

Then there was the woman, whose hair seemed to be withered grass, took her daughter's hand—a small, somewhat emaciated skeleton, and bowed to him slightly.

Everyone he tried his best to save in the illusion.

They were all bowing to him.

After the people finished saluting, their bodies gradually turned into scattered points of light, and some even turned around and walked back to the crowd, so the points of light converged into a stream of light, mighty and flying into the air.

It was like a crowd of people leaving the venue in a scattered feast, and the people still maintained their last dignity and calmness.

Some points of light fell slowly from the sky, as if it were raining.

A mass melted into Sylvid's Scepter of Remorse.

A mass melted into the seal of no regrets on Fang Yuan's chest.

Sylvid walked over and handed the scepter back to the Plover. Fang Yu took the scepter, and there was no change in the scepter, but it was held in his hand, and it had a little more weight.

This is the time.

The illusion around the two began to mottle and discolor, like a piece of shattered glass, and the entire illusion collapsed, turning into endless black smoke.

Fang Yu seemed to hear the angry screams of the dragon's golden Yu behind the billowing smoke.

"Wait, human boy, that damn woman......"

The smoke and dust scattered.

A desk is exposed.

A window facing the lake.

A quiet office.

The silver moon outside the window was quietly climbing up the windowsill, entering the house, and imprinting the shadows of the three on the carpet.

The papers on the table were a little messy, as if they had just been rummaged through. It was a roster of blood and tears from thirty years ago.

Not far away, on the wall, there are portraits of several young girls.

Next to each portrait is a blood-stained brooch.

And the outermost one, with a smile and a smile, was still in her ears, only the hook next to her was empty. The hand of time seems to move very slowly here.

Fang Ou was looking at Sylvid, and the aristocratic girl was also looking at him, and the position of the three of them seemed to be a quarter of an hour ago, and there was no change.

It's still midnight before dawn.

The silence in the forest is as good as ever.

Outside there was a rush of footsteps in the hallway.

But Fang Yu didn't care, he only carefully closed the roster in his hand, and then put it back on the table. The last name on the roster also seemed to become extra clear in the moonlight.

Heath –

A piece of letterhead slipped down from the roster, and it seemed to be inside all along, but they hadn't noticed it before. Fang Yu gently caught the letterhead with his hand.

It was a letter from a man to Manlo, the paper seemed to have gone through decades, slightly yellowed, but it was pressed at the bottom of the roster, and it was pressed very flat

It's as if even time has been carefully preserved.

'Dear Mr. Dean, my daughter has not been home for a week, I am very anxious, is she still in the college?' Isn't it because of the next celebration, what are the arrangements? ’

Fang Yu folded the letter.

Carefully tucked away on the body.

Sylvid watched his movements carefully, the previous one seemed like a dream to the two of them, but the unicorn brooch that glittered on Fang Yuan's chest.

And the Scepter of Remorse that he had been clutching in his hand.

Quietly narrate everything.

The footsteps outside the door stopped abruptly.

The door slammed open, and a figure stumbled in from the outside, the other party was not lightly injured, an arrow was stuck in the left shoulder, and the glove of the combat craftsman gimbal in his right hand was slashed, and the shell was rolled up, and there was a deep hole in the bone.

Her hands hung down so naturally and weakly, dripping with blood, her face was a little pale from excessive blood loss, and she ran into this office in a panic, like a panicked little beast that had broken into the end.

Momiji raised her head, a little flustered to find that there were still people here, and she subconsciously took a step back.

But a hand had already held her.

The maid lady reached out to catch the latter to prevent her from falling, and raised her head to look behind, and in the darkness it happened to be the two dragon worshippers that Fang Yu had seen before.

"There are even fellow party members," the two dragon worshippers were slightly stunned, and their steps slowed down: "What are the people of the Dragon Fire Guild doing outside, there are so many rats mixed in—"

They probably didn't expect that after they left, there would be other people in this office, and if the sect leader found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Hence the tone is a little annoyed.

"Ed, run," Momiji didn't care about his injuries, gritted his teeth and whispered: "You are not their opponent, I'll drag these two people - Parker and Mr. Dickett are trapped under the dungeon, and the dragon's golden pupil and Hu Di are also there, the situation is not very optimistic, find a way to help them!" ”

"Run, where are you going?" Two men blocked the doorway, "Maybe you can jump from there." They jokingly pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window behind the owl.

Momiji then noticed that there was a cliff outside the window, and below it was a cliff of hundreds of feet, and although there was a lake outside, Horstins Cathedral was not close to the lake.

Underneath the cliffs are hideous rock teeth.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of despair.

One of the Dragon-worshippers wielded a chainsaw and one armed with a rapier, and one of them was a blasphemous, a profession that, like the followers of Ameya, was a profession that was nearly extinct among the Electors.

Not only because this dark knowledge is only passed down among cult followers, but also because the recruits must be familiar with the mysterious whispers of the unnamed gods they worship.

The Fallen.

It refers to those who worship evil gods and calamities, and is not limited to the followers of the Dark Dragon, although it is said that the Dark Dragon itself is the embodiment of the calamity.

But the ancient dragon slayers were more inclined to believe that they were just one of the many evils that the verdant had brought to the world.

As for the history before the fall of Essorin, it is said that the elves of Noumerin recorded more calamities and twisted evils that slept in the darkness.

It's just that after the disaster of Essorin, the Noumerin elves disappeared, leaving only the remnants of civilization in many corners of the world.

Those histories have long since been obliterated and have long been lost.

To this day, only occultists know the words of the Calamity and the Dark Saints, written down in forbidden words that lie deep in the depths of those libraries.

But it is the madmen, careerists, and cultists who preach the end and the calamity that insist that all these evil gods are real, that they are the enemies of the gods of Orin, the greatest truth of this false world.

Those twisted things, mysterious whispers in the darkness, are the essence of this world.

But today, only the dark dragon is left to prove that the faith of these people still exists.

But the dark dragon, which also seems to be the story of the previous era, has been reduced to the background of those dragon slaying stories that can be sung and cried.

So much so that Nicol Bolas, in the eyes of Fang Ou, seems to be a monster that came out of the legend. If it weren't for the fact that everything that happened a hundred years ago in Mazak's mouth was still in front of his eyes, who would have thought that there was still a dark dragon in this world today?

One can only think of the hideous skeleton of the cast-iron hall when one thinks of them.

If it weren't for Dorifin's disaster, Fang Yu actually felt that if this thing was placed on the earth, it should be sent directly to the laboratory to be protected like the discovery of dinosaurs in this era.

One day it dies, and the remains are preserved as the best specimens possible.

But this is Aitalia.

The blasphemous walker picked up the chainsaw in his hand and swung it at the square plover in front of it, and the surging power of the B-shaped crystal magic power gave the handmade chainsaw considerable lethality.

And the level of the two is also very different.

It's just that Fang Yu didn't move for a moment, and only spoke: "Shield protection." ”

A shimmering, hemispherical shield flashed at the edge of the chainsaw's contact with him, and the chainsaw slammed into it, cracking straight open.

The blasphemous believer with the chainsaw in hand screamed, and the chain rolled back and hit him in the face, half of his face was even bursting with eyeballs, and his eyeballs were dripping with blood.

"Shield!"

Momiji looked at him in surprise.

The damage that bounces damage is not the shield plug-in on the Wizard Furnace, it can only be one of the skills of the Energy Engineer (Magician, Alchemist Tier 3 mixed titles).

Shield protection.

And it can perfectly resist the blasphemous strike, and completely reflect the damage back, the level of this skill is definitely not low.

She knew that Fang Yu would definitely not be an energy engineer, and he didn't even have a mage rank.

The only thing left is the equipment effect.

But with such a high-level skill effect, how can the other party have it? She subconsciously looked at the scepter that Fang Ou was holding in his hand—it looked a bit like the arrogant scepter of the ignorant, and she had seen many of these magic tools in the guild.

But it's not quite the same.

She was sure that Fang Yu hadn't used it before.

And the scepter shimmered slightly in the latter's hand, which was the aether effect left over from the manifestation of the network of magical power.

After the blasphemer fell to the ground.

His flesh and blood automatically turned into sharp arrows and shot at Fang Ou, which was the only ability of the blasphemer-curtailed - the Blood Curse.

The damage it takes is dealt to the person who inflicted it in a unique curse form.

Curse damage, on the other hand, does not trigger any shield effect-

It's just that before the blood arrows got close to Fang Yuan, they all disappeared into invisibility, and in the eyes of the red leaves, they seemed to suddenly ignite a white flame, and they disappeared in mid-air.

She paused for a moment to recognize what kind of ability it was.

Pure Heart!

That's a passive skill unique to Milella's priest.

It has only one effect, immunity to curses.

This skill can be said to be one of the biggest nemesis of all cultists and dark forces.

But Momiji looked at Fang Yu in amazement, as well as the glittering brooch on the other party's chest - because of the priest's power, it was impossible to appear on the equipment.

Unless it is a holy thing.

But even if it is a holy relic, it will not be given to people without faith.

Moreover, the holy relic of Mirera is the scepter of life.

"Pure Heart!"

Ignoring the wailing companions on the ground, the dragon worshipper with a thin sword seemed to have come back to his senses and subconsciously took a step back.

What are you kidding?

As a dragon worshipper, it is not surprising that he is also a degenerate - he is a cursed swordsman, and this profession Fang Yu does not know.

But just by listening to the name, you know what happens to this person in front of a pure heart.

The other party looked at the coat of arms on Fang Yuan's chest with a look of fear.

Both of them are elites of the underground church, and although they know that they are not as good as the Eternals above, they never dreamed that they would meet such a strange guy here.

According to insider sources, the people who entered this illusion realm of the Knights of Tapolis this time were not worth mentioning, and the only thing that might be a little tricky was the fourth-order leader.

But it is said that the other party has been dealt with by the people of the Dragon Fire Guild-

So this guy in front of you is a monster that came out of there?

The other party could never be Mirera's priest, Mirera's priest was a non-combat member, a peaceful healer, and the energy shield that the other party had shown before almost scared him half to death.

Without an energy engineer above the fourth order, how could he come up with such a terrifying energy shield?

And how could an energy engineer above the fourth order still have a pure heart?

What's going on?

Relic?

But the man looked carefully at the scepter in Fang Yuan's hand, and it didn't look like the scepter of life entwined by Milella's twin snakes. Besides, when will the Life Scepter be casually used by an Energy Engineer?

It's not a flashlight, you can use it with it.

But he took a step back slightly, and after looking carefully, he finally recognized the origin of the coat of arms on Fang Yuan's chest: "Wait, that is ......"

"That's the woman...... ......"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Yuan, as if he saw some monster: "Milella's seal of no regrets...... Who the hell are you!? ”

Fang Yu looked at this guy very calmly.

"We came through the fog of the game to this end of the board," he replied lightly, "the one who came to finish this game, the last hand on this board." ”

He raised his scepter.

"This hand."

"It's called checkmate—"

The man's face changed, and he turned around and ran as if he thought of something, but only a faint voice came from behind him: "Law, shock." ”

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