"Whisper: Candlelight!"

A low chanting began to come slowly from the man's mouth, and ancient and obscure incantations were as hazy as ancient Sanskrit sounds into the headmaster's eardrums.

Leon turned his head to look at the gradually beating picture in midair, and a cold light emanated from his golden pupils.

The man in the picture is silent and closes his eyes, and the picture begins to appear in Edo, Japan during the first year of Wanyan. Dilnaga reigned in Japan for the first time. She came in the form of a dragon and landed in Shinjuku, on the island of Honshu. Since then, the screen has been beating rapidly.

From Takasugi Shinsaku, the eldest son who incarnated into the Takasugi family...... to the shogunate regime that overthrew the Tokugawa shogunate...... Supporting the young Emperor Meiji to succeed to the throne...... Placed aboard the Miarcle...... Until now, he has awakened again.

"There's so much Bing Ji involved that I can't tell you all about them, but here's what you can know...... Bing Ji's appearance is not accidental, her awakening is the result of someone arranging it more than a hundred years ago. ”

"The reason why she really 'died' in Edo, Japan, is also a deliberately arranged layout." The man whispered.

"Who, exactly, arranged that?" Leon asked, "Can preside over the life and death of a king, and even arrange the time for her to wake up again." Such an existence is probably not just as simple as a mastermind behind the scenes. ”

"One?" The man shook his head and chuckled, "I think you guessed wrong from the beginning, it's not just one person hiding behind this war. ”

"More than just one person?" The headmaster frowned and pondered, his palm gently grinding the hilt of the knife engraved with dragon script.

"You mean, behind the scenes...... And not just one person? The headmaster asked again.

"Yes." The man nodded. "As you can see, this is a layout that has been planned for thousands of years, and even in the dark, it has been running for nearly a thousand years. It covers a wide range of people, and the number of members involved in it is innumerable. It can be said that except for a few outsiders who were excluded from the orcs and humans, all half-bloods and orcs, and even princes, were also included. ”

"Are even the princes involved?" The headmaster's brow furrowed even more, and the seriousness of the matter had greatly exceeded his expectations.

The Beast Princes, these powerful beings who should have been in a deep sleep, have broken their cognition at this moment, and have followed their agreement thousands of years ago to participate in this war one after another. If they all woke up from their slumber one day, it would be an unprecedented nightmare for Atlantis and for the entire human race!

"Shocked?" The man laughed with pleasure, as if admiring his shock in the face of despair.

"It's not shock, it's just a little surprised." The headmaster said, "For thousands of years, we have all guessed some of them to a greater or lesser extent, but when this truth is told from the mouth of His Royal Highness King Zhao, it is inevitable that we will feel a little unbelievable. ”

"Huh." The man laughed silently.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much." He said, "This war involves some contradictions within the beast clan, because of the stalemate between the two forces, so this millennium-long layout was planned. If you've looked up the internal history of the orcs' origins, you'll probably know a little bit about it. In the history of the Orcs, there has been a civil war that has lasted for thousands of years, and we call it ...... 'War of Fate'. ”

"A battle of fate?"

"Yes." The man said, "The end of the battle of fate is the victory of one force, and as long as the winner is not decided, the cycle of fate will never stop." Even if it is another ten years, another hundred years, another thousand years, it will not stop. ”

"Is that so?" The principal was thoughtful. But then as if he suddenly remembered something, he opened his mouth and asked, "Your Royal Highness King Zhao, which side do you belong to?"

"Me?" The man slowly opened his eyes, and the image in front of him faded over his head. He waved his hand, and the huge chick pulled out a snow-white ribbon from behind it, and the man took it and tied it to its eyes. fastened, then smiled at him and said, "Reinhardt." There are some things I advise you not to get too far into. Just as you walk on the edge of an abyss, never stare into the center of the abyss. Because as soon as you stare at it, the bottomless darkness will swallow up all your consciousness. ”

The man's voice exploded coldly in Leon's head, deafening like thunder. Although the voice sounded calm without a hint of waves, it was the most piercing roar that fell on the headmaster's ears.

"Human curiosity is huge, isn't it? It can overcome all fears. The headmaster shrugged and said nonchalantly. His face didn't even move slightly, and his face was unfazed.

The man smiled coldly, "Put away your so-called curiosity, Reinhardt. You are a smart person, and there are some things you should know that as a human being, you cannot interfere. Say your second question, you still have three minutes, don't challenge my bottom line again. ”

"Okay," the headmaster spread his hands, "Since His Royal Highness King Zhao doesn't want to say it, then I won't break the casserole to ask." He bowed slightly, bowed to the man again, and said, "Then the second question ......?"

"I wonder if there really is a lost place in this world?" He said solemnly.

"The Lost Land?" The man paused, frowned, and thought, as if he had heard a very old name, and the ancient palace suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"The Lost Land...... That place does exist. "But it exists only in another latitude, like the land of the dead under the dragon root of Nepal and the land of flames on Musberheim." Every living person who goes there will have a mark they have left behind, and only those who have been chosen by them are eligible to enter it. ”

"Unless the gates of the kingdom are opened, the people will be greeted with a death song." The man's voice finally came slowly, like a wind drifting in the hot and humid air, and in an instant, it echoed to every corner of the surroundings.

"The Land of the Dead and the Land of Fire, one of the nine worlds in Norse mythology, is the Lost Land one of the nine worlds just like them?" The headmaster groaned in a low voice, and his palm couldn't help but cover the rough handle.

"Nope." The man shook his head, "The Lost Lands don't belong to any of the Nine Great Worlds. Its existence is only similar to the mysterious realms of the Land of the Dead and the Land of Fire, and in essence, they are very different. For example, the Land of the Dead, which is said to be a cold and foggy place, a place of eternal night, which only the dead can reach. Except for the living who bear the mark of the Land of the Dead, the only people who can get there are the undead. But the Lost Land is different......"

The man groaned for a moment, and said, "The Lost Lands are a land of the Forsaken. Legend has it that there are only two kinds of people who go there, the heirs who have been summoned and the fallen who have been exiled into it. ”

"The Fallen...... Deadpool?" Leon.

"Yes." The man nodded, "The Lost Lands have no fixed exit, so it became a prison place for humans and princes to exile their criminals during the Dark Ages. Aside from the dead, the only ones who can come out alive from it are those who have truly gained the recognition of the Lost Lands. ”

"Recognition? What does it mean to be recognized?" The headmaster asked with a frown.

The scope of the word "recognition" is too large, it can be a simple acknowledgment or a complete recognition, and as for the extent to which the man speaks of "recognition" of the lost land, Leon does not know.

"Who knows." The man shrugged and grinned, "Maybe you killed all the heirs and built a huge throne for yourself with their bones?"

The man laughed low.

"It was hell." Headmaster Qi Mei, "If the Lost Land is really as you said, then what is the difference between it and the Shura Field in ancient Indian mythology?" Thousands of heirs gathered to fight, but only one person survived. ”

"You're right." The man nodded, "The Lost Land is a Shura field created specifically for the cultivation of monsters. Every time the people who are summoned by it are a few thousand, or tens of thousands, and most of them can come out alive, and most of them can come out alive, and they are only one person. Fratricidal and homogenous killing, things that should only occur in the last days, have long been commonplace in the world where killing is a common occurrence. Because you have to kill others to have a chance to live. ”

"It is already an eternal rule there, and only the strong can be reborn in the blood." The man's voice was hoarse. There was a madness in his tone, as if he had been through such a desperate situation.

"It's a brutal birthplace." The principal sighed.

The Shura Field is no longer enough to describe the Lost Land, only Hell is truly synonymous with it. The kind of intense blood that seemed to penetrate space and time, Leon could appear in front of him even when he opened his eyes.

The dim sky, the smell of blood, mountains of bones, and a ...... made of bones Throne.

"That's the end of your question. It's time for me and Gou Yan to go. The man listened to the eager cry of the chick, turned his head and smiled at the headmaster.

With a "bang", he grabbed the long feather of the chick and jumped back into the air, and the chick spread its flaming wings with a "poof". Wings swept through the air as the heat flowed, and huge bodies fluttered and soared.

"Goodbye, Reinhardt." The man stood in front of the huge neck of the chick and looked down at him with a smile.

"I'll give you one last hint, and I hope that the next time we meet, you, you humans, can give me a little more unexpected gain." The man said.

"What's the hint?" The headmaster held one hand in front of his eyes, his eyes looking through his fingers at the huge chick in the sky. Gray bangs were messy in the wind, and the old katana made a low sound in his hand.

"The black death knell has sounded, but it is the salute of the return of another king." The man bowed his head and chanted, "When that day comes, the black king will come with his army." It will be a day of despair, when the fire of hell rises from the abyss, the throne of bones rises to the sky, and the dead sing the carol of return beside the high throne. It was another sign of the king's awakening, and the newborn bone wings would cover the sky...... When the desperate, tragic mourning song is played in the vestibule, the undead will return. ”

"The mourning song is played in the vestibule, and the dead will return...... Prophecy?" The headmaster asked in a low voice.

"Yes, this is a prophecy of the next fateful war that is about to begin." The man said, "When that magnificent day comes, the gods will wake up one after another." They will reign in this world again as emperors as they should. It will be a beautiful day, and you will see it with your own eyes. ”

"I'm not interested in the news that these old monsters have woken up again." The Headmaster shook his head, "Maybe their keel crosses will do, but that will be after they are dead, not a bunch of living kings, as they are now." The headmaster said coldly, "Only the dead prince is the best." ”

"Huh." The man smiled disappreliantly.

"One last question." The headmaster was resolute, ripped off the collar that was crumpled by the wind, raised his head to look directly at the man, and said, "The second monarch of the beast clan, the king of judgment and order, and the monarch of the beast clan who was canonized as the 'Hades King', has awakened now, right?" The Dark Monarch who ruled the underworld had finally returned to his proper form after nearly a thousand years of sleep. ”

He stared at the man tightly, the sultry heat blowing across the man's face, and his long hair fluttering with the hot wind.

Leon couldn't tell what the man's expression was like under his robe, but all he heard was a long sigh after a long time.

"You've guessed right, Yuanyu...... He's awake. The man gently stroked the feathers of the chicks, and reached out to find an old jade pendant from the lining of his clothes. The jade pendant is carved with a zigzag text, the meaning of which is not discernible, but it should have been written in Qin script. The backside is engraved with a vague light-colored carving, and the jade species is made of a very old carnelian, which cannot tell the year, but it should have been thousands of years old.

"He's in the East." After a long time, the man put away the jade pendant, patted the young man's neck, and whispered.

"Oriental, where is Oriental? China?" The principal chased after him and asked. But the chick had already taken the man and flew up and gradually disappeared into the sky. He was the only one left in the ruins, and the muffled heat slowly washed away his voice.

Leon didn't know exactly what the man meant by the last thing he meant by the East, but in his impression, there was only one place that could be summarized in terms of the East...... That's China.

That ancient and long-standing behemoth.

(End of chapter)