"Unfortunately, even if we protect that bit of peace and security for them in this kingdom, what perfect world is there in this world?

Every corner of the world, up to the Nine Heavens, the Kingdom of the Gods, down to the Nine Hells, the Bottomless Abyss, the countless planes and planes in between, and even the last safe haven - the Lord World, it really seems... Where is it really safe? ”

As Zhenni's group approached, more and more buildings began to appear on the side of the road one after another, and began to quietly appear in front of them.

Standing on the side of the road, a huge windmill blade detached from a down-and-out mill rests miserably on a half-collapsed section of red brick wall like some kind of severed limb.

Instead, the traces of burning and monster attacks can be seen everywhere around the mill, and one after another huge paw prints are clearly engraved on the crossroads in front of the mill, on the rows of ruined buildings.

A gust of wind blew, and the cold carried by the wind poured into the ruins on all sides, and unnaturally let out a terrifying whistling sound.

Like a terrible ghost stealing a curse, or like a person's last despair before dying, before time, a dull voice could be faintly heard in the distance.

It was the sound of an overwhelmed building, slowly collapsing in the howling wind.

Everything here is telling everyone who passes by here,

- It's desolate, it's dilapidated, it's a battlefield left over from one war after another.

It is conceivable that what kind of war was fought here in the past to make this place look like this.

The outside of the capital of a kingdom can become like this, and you can believe that the whole kingdom is so hot and watery.

Looking at the continent, this is just a corner, and it can even be said to be a "safe" side, so what should the entire material world look like?

But in the face of such a miserable animal scene, whether it is Zhenni, who is fighting with a thousand-year-old artifact in the carriage and is known as the "Holy Maiden" by the world? Jeanne Dark, or the friend who always guards her and supports one of the few peaceful places on the continent with Zhenny, is actually not a little surprised.

If Zhenni was in the carriage, her face showed real unbearability when she witnessed all this, but all her spiritual will was intertwined with the divine will of the artifact, and it was difficult to break free, so she could only face it calmly.

Then these people outside the carriage, their faces were full of calm to almost indifference, completely commonplace, even like the "veteran of a hundred battles", Pappas rolled his eyes as if no one was there, covered his mouth and yawned nonchalantly.

As a knight of light, following the virtues of the dawn, and being a great nobleman of the empire, Sanel, he was riding a dragonborn wearing a sturdy armor and faintly shining with crystal light, looking at the desolation of the Duchy of Exeter around the capital, and inadvertently it was just like there was a light and compassion attack, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and then there was nothing more...

If someone could look at him at this moment, they would definitely be able to find the immortal divine brilliance looming in the eyes of this Dawn Knight at this moment, as if his soul had already cultivated to some kind of supreme realm.

If you stand on a high place far beyond the world, looking down on all living beings, you will always be stormy and unwavering.

He may easily be immersed in something, even in mourning and shedding tears. But as long as he is willing, he can easily withdraw, no matter how much tragedy, no matter how much reality, it will not affect him in the slightest.

If you really use one sentence to describe the presence of this Knight of Dawn at this moment, it is - like a god coming!

"Ahem, ahem."

A sudden soft cough interrupted Sanel's state at this time, and in an instant, the presence of this morning knight changed greatly, and in the blink of an eye, he became the ordinary and high-profile knight again, where was there the slightest shadow before?

"Yes, Sanel is right, this world is far more cruel and crazy than we imagined. Therefore, Your Highness the Holy Maiden, you are not far away to negotiate with your teacher, obtain the thousand-year-old artifact, and re-pass the entire world to continue the transcendent system, whose merits are large enough to be comparable to those founding emperors, and enough to truly be crowned emperor. Lucky, lucky. ”

"Hmm." From the carriage came a somewhat absent-minded muffled drink.

Zhenni is very short of time now, because if she wastes a minute now, she may regret it in the future, so where does she have time to pay attention to the appearance of the outside world?

With that skill, it is better to leave everything to her friends, so that she can accumulate enough energy to complete what she needs to do.

So she just echoed a few casually, and fell into a deep silence again.

So she didn't pay attention to what was happening outside the wall of the carriage that was separated from her.

Sanel glanced back at his girlfriend with a little meaning, and after hearing her response, he immediately continued to whisper something to Pappas next to him as if nothing happened.

Looming behind Pappas, the hazy and majestic figure shrouded in the crimson glow of blood, rust and gunsmoke was also quietly covered up by Pappas's daughter, the Red Knight, as she indifferently guarded the carriage.

Mistra smiled on the carriage, as a mage and a sophisticer, she had already imprinted more than one "guardian" circle on this carriage when no one knew it, and the mysterious light shone in a posture beyond the imagination of mortals, blocking countless messages that wanted to flow into it.

"It's almost there." Mistra calmly touched the pattern of her mage robe, as if she was caressing the thirteen-layer dress of her former self.

It's just a pity that the dress was thrown away by her own hands, and now even if she wants to find it, she doesn't know where it was lost.

As for how many things were caused by her discarding that dress, and how many consequences it had caused to the world.

What does this matter to her, she's just a little mage who doesn't go into the stream.

"But it's going to be soon." Mistra murmured softly again.

But it's good to change one when the clothes are gone, it's not a big deal at all.

I am still here to be good, and I am happier than anything to watch those old friends who were above the top and unruly come out of various inconspicuous corners one by one, and once again integrate into their own small group in order to still have a place in the next new era, and have to follow their own will.

After all, a new era is about to be opened by his own hands,

"Mistra, what did you just say soon?" Zhenni's question in the carriage remains.

"Your Highness, I mean the royal city is coming."

"Hmm. You're right, it's coming soon. ”