In 1023 A.D., the first bloody war.

Rumble!

A golden flower burst into the air.

Followed by another one.

However, this is not a fireworks that bloom for a grand celebration.

In the skies, one of the most difficult wars in history is being fought.

The clouds are floating and the clouds are shining.

The black crowd below was like a tidal wave, filling the entire eastern part of Sekorid.

The war between the alliance forces of the three kingdoms and the Holy Blood Empire in the Eastern Continent has come to an end.

In the sky, the last hope of the kingdom of López, Natalie Hill, the herald of dawn, swings her sword with difficulty.

She rode atop the white Pegasus, the sword light in her hand bursting upward.

Like a huge wave breaking through the sky.

Above her head, a huge black shadow hung over her.

That was enough to terrify everyone, the supreme existence of the Holy Blood Empire-

A black dragon conjured up by a vampire mage.

It raised its head haughtily, hovering above the clouds, flapping its massive wings and bringing out a terrible storm.

The black dragon's mouth erupted with scorching black flames, and ashes fell everywhere it passed.

Natalie, fearless of the black dragon's fear, bravely rose to the occasion, raised the long sword in her hand, and stabbed a huge light at the dragon's bloody jaw.

Rumble!

The black dragon's breath canceled out the surging light and shot it back.

At the same time, Natalie's head suddenly shook.

The black dragon raised its claws and slammed them into her Pegasus.

The white holy Pegasus immediately had several huge wounds on its wings, like shredded pieces of paper, and it fell from the clouds with its owner on its back.

A long white line fell from the sky.

Like a shooting star.

It was followed by a black dragon that flew down.

Its black wings tucked inward, and it chased Natalie with its large fangs down.

The black dragon is getting closer and closer to her, and he is about to swallow her and Pegasus in his mouth.

It was then that a wonderful sound sounded on the ground.

Like the whisper of God.

Like a hymn to the sky.

It is like the condensation of the hearts of all people.

A small point of light, rippling underneath.

Then it quickly expands, turning into an extremely dazzling circle of light.

The waves of light swung outward like a tidal wave.

Airplanes.

A ring of noticeable air ripples.

Airplanes.

Another lap.

At the same time, under the eyes of the black dragon, a bright golden light flew upwards from under the clouds.

It's like an arrow of light that goes back up.

In the endless white light, a faint figure appeared.

She was dressed in a crisp white robe.

The wind swept her cloak and pulled it outward.

Revealing the golden armor inside.

On her head, there was a golden crown.

Like a god.

From Sekorid, the most powerful oracle of all time, as well as the greatest warrior and magician.

Beneath her body, the air condensed into a long, transparent, colorless dragon.

She held the Scepter of Light in her left hand and the Soul Sealing Blade in her right hand, like a ray of light that rose into the sky.

Rumble!

The white light collided with the black dragon's body.

Huge sparks spread through the air.

The light waves burst outward.

The storm is surging.

Heaven and earth change color.

The dragon let out a terrible howl.

And the Oracle fell heavily from the clouds.

A thin, straight white line flew down from the sky.

Like a shooting star.

In the dragon's right eye, there was a dagger with a golden hilt, carved with intricate magical patterns.

Rumble!

The next second.

From where the dagger was inserted, it was as if it had been punctured by a huge ball of water.

Countless black rays of light poured out of it.

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Airplanes......

Time flies.

The storm is surging.

In the sky, the light illuminates the earth.

The Soul Sealing Blade shone in the sunlight, shimmering brightly.

It was gently held in a slender hand.

Robin held it gently, and a cold cold came from his fingertips.

It's a very strange feeling.

Like, he'd been familiar with this dagger for a long time.

If there were past and present lives in this world.

Robin would even wonder if he would have been the legendary hero of Sykorid's previous life.

Kayla Rickman, known as the Oracle One.

He shook his head, dispelling the unrealistic thoughts in his head, his eyes flashing with red fire.

Yes.

In front of them, the flames were blazing.

In the midst of the huge bonfire that had been erected, a corpse was charred and deformed.

There was a scorching smell in the air.

The black body was the dried corpse in the blood coffin in the basement of the Grand Duke's Manor.

In order to prevent future troubles.

According to Joe, the first magician of Santa Berta, it should be burned immediately.

"More than 300 years ago, the first bloody war."

Kaye's voice rang in his ears.

The hero of Sekorid, the Watcher approached his body and whispered in his ear.

Her turquoise eyes stared at the burning corpse in front of her, and an indescribable feeling permeated her heart.

More often than not, it is the emotion of history.

"In that war, the Eastern and Western continents suffered heavy casualties, and we paid a very heavy price. The whole world was darkened, and the sun and moon were dark.

Rivers of blood.

Catherine, the King of the Eternal Night, has a terrible twin sister named Corneria.

She, like her sister, has unusually great powers.

She is both a warrior and a magister, and is able to transform into an evil black dragon in the air.

Her wings can blow a storm.

Her teeth can destroy mountains and rivers.

Her breath could spew out huge black flames, and wherever they passed, they were ashes. “

When she spoke of ashes.

The flames in front of him suddenly exploded with a loud bang.

It seems to be the sound of some piece of firewood breaking under the fire.

They crackled and burned.

Pieces of ash flew out of it.

Golden points of light, blown by the wind, slapped Robin's face.

In an instant, it turned into pitch-black debris, blown away by the wind.

Robin listened to Kaye's words, and his eyes flashed with a faint fluctuation.

"But, at the last moment," Kaye continued, "the oracle of Secred, with a legendary demon-breaking weapon, the Dagger called the Soul Sealing Blade, plunged into the black dragon's right eye.

In that war, the Oracle inflicted a heavy blow on Cornelia.

The Soul Sealing Blade has since disappeared without a trace.

Legend has it that Cornelia died of her injuries shortly after returning to the Holy Blood Empire.

And that soul-sealing blade seals the evil souls of vampires. “

Kaye gritted his teeth and paused, his eyes glazed over.

"In vampire lore, the Soul Sealing Blade could not be taken out of Corneria's eyes. And they thought that the twin sister of the great King Catherine, was not killed.

She was waiting for the day when she would be resurrected.

It's just that it takes the blood of the Chosen One from the Western Continent to make that dagger out of her eyes. “

Robin's body shook slightly, and he looked up at Kaye.

The latter pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "When the Soul Sealing Blade exits from Cornelia's eyes, it will be when her soul is released, and then the Black Dragon Vampire will be resurrected.

The world will also experience calamity again.

In the prophecies of many countries, the day of Cornelia's resurrection will be the time of the Third Bloody War. “

"Are you suggesting ......" Robin took a hard breath of cold air and looked at Kaye motionlessly, "The corpse in the blood coffin is Cornelia?" ”

"Not a hint." Kaye grinned and slapped Robin on the back, "That's it." ”

"Unless that dagger in your hand isn't a Soul Sealing Blade."

Robin's right hand trembled slightly, and the golden dagger almost fell off his hand.

So to speak.

What happened before was really terrible.

Suppose they come a little later and allow Caroline to successfully resurrect Cornelia......

But.

Robin frowned, a puzzle flashing in his eyes.

It was obviously his sister who was soaking in the ice water at the time, so there was no reason to ......

Could it be that Rowling is also the Chosen One?

Robin gasped, startled by what he had just thought.

It was at this moment, in his gaze, that a pretty figure walked towards him.

Archduke Olga with the collar of Santa Berta wore a black cloak and silver armor, and underneath the armor was a long black tulle dress.

There was a mesmerizing aura all over her body.

Robin looked at her as if he saw a goddess.

The sun shone white on her golden hair.

Her turquoise eyes were as deep as the sea.

There was a sweet smile on Aojia's face, like a rose blooming in the winter snow.

"Hello, Lord Robin." She whispered, "There are some things I would like to talk to you about." ”

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