To this day, even the Far Eastern Lighthouse has been unable to build a second "Great Floating City" even if all its manpower and material resources have been exhausted, and the highest crystallization of civilization in the Arcane Empire era has spanned 3,500 years of time, and once again burst out with the most magnificent brilliance under the starry sky!

The moment the cannon rang out, witnessing Zeuxkel's massive and sturdy body quickly disintegrating in the cannon fire, Roland couldn't help but recall the scene when the Prison Gate Star was destroyed, and a complex emotion mixed with excitement and fear surged through him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who in the world can stop this cannon?

With such a powerful strategic weapon in the Far East, the Lighthouse of the Far East is still located in a corner of the Far Eastern mountains, what are the remnants of the Arcane Empire worried about? Do you want to waste your energy on worldly power, or do you want to be afraid of some more powerful power? Perhaps in the distant Holy Light Empire, there is more than one Zhenguo artifact with a power comparable to that of the Great Floating City, but other than that, Roland can't think of any other reasonable explanation.

The bombardment that shook the universe gradually subsided, and the mountain-like bust of the "Winter Prince" had turned to dust, leaving only a lone head suspended in a vacuum, and the scarred face could not hide the horror.

This monster was obviously frightened by the earth-shattering cannon of the Great Floating City, and feared that the opposite side would fire again, so it opened its mouth and bit the void fiercely, tearing a crack in the plane barrier and rushing in.

"This monster can't die even after a single energy focusing cannon, and it can even bite through the plane barrier, it's so strong that it's crazy......" Roland shook his head and smiled bitterly, it was really helpless to encounter this kind of perversion.

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Prison Gate Tianyu, a star field away from the battlefield. The lights are turned off on the bridge of Naroku's mother, and in a dimly lit hall, a beautiful girl in a white shirt and black dress is sitting at the piano playing a newly composed fugue. The delicate jade fingers danced skillfully on the keyboard, the ethereal and timeless piano sound flowed from her fingertips, and the grainy and clear notes seemed to be waves chasing each other, progressing layer by layer, driving the melody like a gurgling mountain stream around the forest.

The young lady who was immersed in the performance had a youthful countenance, which made her disdain for vulgarity; But her heart is not old, which makes her still have illusions about life. She loves the solemn and elegant structure of church music, but does not want to be too constrained, and longs to find free space within the framework of the established structure, to let her inspiration and romance fly outside of the serious main theme, and the fugue is perhaps the closest musical genre to this concept.

The black-robed old man curled up in the armchair across from the piano, the thick black leather book spread out on his lap, the pages blank. The old man listened attentively to the girl's performance, slowly closed the thick book under his armpit, got up and walked to the piano, stretched out his dry palm and pressed it on the girl's shoulder.

Tamara stopped playing, glanced back at her father, took the Naraku Sacred Book from his hand knowingly, and got up to give way to the piano stool. The black-robed great lich sat in front of the piano, his ten fingers hanging above the keys like withered branches, groaned slightly, and then pressed the keys, and the music sounded again, but the style was very different from just now.

Tamara stood behind her father with the Naraku Sacred Book in her hand, listening to his performance, her beautiful willow eyebrows gradually wrinkled. My father seems to be improvizing a "never-ending canon", and the melody is quite beautiful, but unfortunately the structure is too simple, let alone a profound theme, and the cycle from beginning to end seems to be endless.

"What's the fun of always looping a simple melody like this?" Tamara wondered.

As a divine vampire, she has endless life, but she is still young after all, and does not understand that immortality is also a terrible curse, and there is still a lot of fun in her life that is not exhausted, and every tomorrow is still fresh and worth looking forward to.

"Maybe my father wanted to suggest to me through this piece that simplicity is the most beautiful, and that life is enriched through repetition?" Tamara speculated to herself.

At this moment, the sound of the piano, which seemed to be infinitely looping, came to an abrupt end, and the old man in the black robe turned back and smiled at his daughter, his hideous face revealing a little tenderness.

"Tamara, keep the Naraku Sacred Book for me, and remember what I said to you."

Tamara nodded, and was about to speak, when her father's body suddenly shattered, and the black robe lost its support and slid down on the piano bench, and gray-white bone meal fell silently to the ground.

The girl's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the strange scene in front of her, and after being shocked, she remembered what her father had said to her not long ago: he had blessed the dragon king Mars with the "High Guardian Technique", and if Mars suffered a fatal wound in the Land of the Dead, then he would suffer death for the other party.

Tamara calmed down, and remembered that her father was a legendary lich, and that the lich would not really die even if his body was shattered, and that the moment his body was destroyed, his soul would return to the "life box", and it would take a while to automatically repair his body and come back to life.

Where is my father's lifebox? A question popped through Tamara's mind, but she quickly forced herself to dispel the dangerous thought. She remembers hearing her father tell her a horrific story as a child, about a man with a blue beard who kept killing his new wife. Because those poor women are always unable to resist their curiosity and open the rooms that their husbands have repeatedly stressed that they are forbidden to enter......

The lesson Tamara learned from Bluebeard's story is to never try to find out where a lich is hiding his lifebox, even if it's your closest relative.

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The astral boundary, the periphery of the Divine Death Star Field.

A silver disk-like star floated in the void, slowly circling at a speed that was imperceptible to the human being. In this place, known as the "Silver Sky", the front and back of the stars have very different appearances.

The front of the "Silver Sky" is a commercial area with a large number of shops and a bustling flow of people. Not long ago, the area was sacked by the Gizyankees, the largest hotel in the Silver Sky, the "House of the Wanderers", destroyed by pirate ship guns, and the innkeeper Jack's family and many hapless travelers were killed.

The vast majority of the pits have been abandoned, and if you follow the pit all the way into the interior of the silver sky, it is possible to reach the back of this huge star, which is a wasteland ravaged by "mental storms", and no one in their right mind will run to such a dangerous place.

At this moment, the silent atmosphere on the back of the silver sky was broken by an uninvited guest from outside the sky. First, the space shook violently, and then the plane barrier cracked, opening a stargate to a certain crystal wall system in the main material realm, and after that, a pitch-black meteorite roared through the stargate, and finally crashed headlong into the wasteland on the back of the silver sky, causing a small earthquake, and the gravel and dust rose into the air.