The time realm wheel platform at the top of the white jade holy city.

The old Pope of the Mithril Church was once again worried about the messy timeline.

Compared with the invasion of the abyss and the present world, this time, the shadow on the wheel of the time realm is covered more thoroughly.

The thick black fog almost obscured a quarter of the surface of the wheel.

And after that, there was a large dark cloud that could not be fully revealed, and it was slowly drifting towards Vitleyan.

No one but the old Pope could understand what this portended.

But judging from the pontiff's solemn expression, it is not difficult for the bishops to perceive that this is not a good thing after all.

Under the crown of the old Pope, his white hair hung down, but his wrinkled face had a pair of eyes that did not match his old age at all.

Not only is it not turbid, but it is full of wisdom and composure.

Based on past experience, such a haze is undoubtedly a symbol of calamity.

It's just that this time, on the Wheel of Time Realm, unlike it, the center of the entire haze is not the ultimate darkness of evil.

A cloud of silver light and blood mixed with light silently lurked in the misty forest.

It is as bright and bright as the stars, and it seems out of place with everything around it.

This made the old Pope hesitate.

The guy who carried the life of salvation actually parasitized in the calamity-

Is it really possible?

"Your Excellency!"

A whispered call behind him interrupted the old Pope's musings and forced him to return to reality.

"What are we supposed to do?"

Several archbishops, dressed in white robes on a red background, glanced at each other, and the person standing at the front asked.

It stands to reason that the Mithril Church has always been clean and tidy in dealing with evil.

It's just that this time the Pope's attitude is too ambiguous, and even a little indecisive-

They really didn't want to question the Pope's decision, but it was so unusual.

"[The Ruins of Nadarax] have reappeared with the undead, and although I don't see any intentions on their part at the moment, I think it's necessary to take precautions."

"After all, the calamity of a thousand years ago was a catastrophe for Vitleyan."

The archbishop was also a little out of breath.

It is unreasonable for the Pope to restrain the actions of the Templar.

"Don't worry, Taylor, I think the more times like this, the more we should stay calm, you say?"

"At the very least, before you make a difference, you should also understand what the opponent's purpose is!"

The old Pope turned, still calmly stopping the bishops' unanimous desire to fight.

They didn't know what the Nadarax Ruins meant at this time.

Perhaps the fallen city of a thousand years ago was nothing to the Mithril Church.

But the current ruins, even this group of Vitellian guardians, should not be easily shaken.

If you ask for it, the Templars will come out of the nest, and you may not be able to take advantage of it.

The old pope did not reveal this to the bishops, and he did not want to cause more panic to this group of anxious colleagues.

What's more, this time the situation is so different.

"Wait a little longer! See what the newborn Lord of the Ruins wants to do. ”

The old Pope said slowly.

In just two days, the prestige of the Lord of the Ruins has spread throughout Vitleyan.

Even those who have been given legends have difficulty achieving such brilliant results.

With just one sword, he broke through the magic array that the three thousand mage group and a veteran archmage had painstakingly arranged for two days.

Mighty and the ruins of Nadarax, which he ruled, some say that there are at least 10 Sage-level beings there......

For a moment, the entire continent trembled in the shadow of the ruins.

Cedra was the first, and although it didn't bring disaster, who would want to be the second?

The intensifying farce had an inevitable impact on the majesty of the Mithril Church.

The Church at large and above clearly cannot tolerate such heresy that defies authority.

That is why the bishops consulted the Pope more than once in two days.

But all I got was this push-like response.

"But, Pope, if you wait any longer......"

Before the archbishop could finish his sentence, the old pope raised his hand to interrupt him, and turned back to him.

"Don't be too impatient, maybe, this time, it's not a calamity?"

Seeing the Pope's behavior, and hearing such words again, the bishops had to give up.

"Yes! His Holiness the Pope. ”

They saluted respectfully, then turned and walked out.

Only Bishop Parrod paused slightly.

He clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, his fingers tapping and tapping with thoughts.

Looking at the old Pope's old, somewhat rickety body, the corners of Parrod's mouth curled slightly, and the look in his eyes became complicated.

Very good! That's good!

Let's wait and see, what is this Lord of the Ruins doing?

……

Lin Xiao is doing what he thinks is a good deed.

The collection of the thirty-two seal sequences, in general, is not a huge project, but the workload of finding these inheritances is indeed not easy.

Throughout the ruins, all the guys who looked like people were sent out by him, running around for these sequences, and occasionally passing back some useful information.

After sacrificing thousands of rations for the gluttonous Miss Leona.

After sitting on the dragon's back for several days, Lin Xiao's patience was almost worn out.

He had to deal with the problem at hand in some simple and crude way.

Because, convincing this kind of thing is not only a waste of time, but also, it is not necessarily effective.

Slimoura, a beautiful island surrounded by sand.

It is no longer the main part of the Vitlien, but a paradise near the far north, which is gradually forgotten by the world.

Secluded and remote, Slimoura is rarely set foot by outsiders.

In the summer, the warm sea breeze blows slowly, and the beautiful scenery of the sunset gradually recedes, I have to sigh that this is indeed a good place for seclusion.

Unlike the magnificent waves along the coast of Agarela, the sea level here is calm all year round.

After watching it for a long time, I can't help but feel relaxed.

The last Speaker of the Mage Council, Archmage Andrew, his family, and the last lineage, is here.

Decades have passed, and Andrew's descendants have built a beautiful castle on this island.

The shape is somewhat similar to the old mage tower, perhaps, I want to commemorate something in this form!

Andrew's bloodline grandson and the only heir to the knowledge of the Devil's Way, Miss Melissa Andrew, was on her way back to the castle at this time.

After a busy day, I helped the islanders sow seeds, taught the children some basic common sense, and used the power of the magic path to make the vegetation sprout and grow quickly.

Although for her, these are the little things that she has to do every day.

But mentally repetitive work, I still feel a little tired.

"Hmm—when will such a day be a head?"

The girl whispered in protest, but she knew it was useless.

Andrew's family, for Slimola has a different meaning, as the inheritor, he must take on the mission passed down from his ancestors.

It's just that it would be nice if life could be less boring.

Fortunately, while helping others, there is always some joy in the heart.

Soon, Miss Melissa recovered from her frustration and walked along the familiar path, unconsciously beginning to find happiness.

She walked lightly, treading on the uneven reef.

This is a product unique to the island.

From this piece to that piece, like an agile deer, Melissa, who is only eighteen years old, is full of agility and youth.

The soft sea breeze playfully stirred up her mage robes, and the girl smiled and pressed them down, and then couldn't help but raise her head to pursue the beauty of the sea not far away.

The sun is setting, and the night is slowly falling.

In the darkness, the vision also became hazy.

It wasn't too much of a problem for the young lady who was proficient in the magic path, and the light in her eyes lit up, and Melissa continued to walk forward happily.

However, when she was about to approach her castle, the girl frowned slightly and stopped.

It wasn't clear if night vision wasn't good enough, but vaguely, Melissa seemed to see a figure standing between two jungles at the entrance to the castle—the only way home.

She never welcomes visitors at this point in time.

After all, it's night, and it's really not polite to block the road.

While Melissa was secretly wondering, the motionless figure seemed to have discovered herself and slowly took a few steps forward.

It wasn't until he got close enough that Night Vision finally got a full view of his face.

"Ahh You are ......"

Melissa exclaimed, and then fell to her knees in a hurry, completely unconcerned about the hard gravel on the road, which stung the girl's delicate skin.

"Your Majesty, it's rude!"

She said in a panic.

Although the news of Slimora is not well-informed, a few days have been enough to shake the great events of Vitlian, and it has been transmitted here.

The man in front of him, from his appearance, to his figure, and his temperament, are all similar to the legendary character in the Demon Dao Picture Scroll-

The Lord of the Ruins, who commands the undead, controls the existence of Nadarax.

In front of him, no one dared to be disrespectful in the slightest.

Lin Xiao just nodded lightly, which was regarded as acknowledging Melissa's attitude.

He lowered the hood of the [Executor of the Eternal Night] on his head, revealing his handsome face.

Under the faint light of the moon and stars, Lin Xiao said lightly:

"I waited for you to come back, just to confirm with you, is there anything valuable or memorable in the castle?"

Melissa was stunned again.

Under the crown of the Lord of Ruins, he doesn't look like a poor person who can rob, at least the shawl on his body is too stylish.

The girl hesitated, and stumbled in reply:

"There's some, something to remember."

Lin Xiao raised his hand and looked at his wrist.

"Give you time to eat, and bring out all those things, as well as all the books on the Demon Dao."

"Start now."

With that, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Melissa didn't dare to say anything, let alone ask, and with the blessing of the spell, her small body rushed into the castle with a gust of wind.

After a while, she panted and carried an oversized package that was completely disproportionate to herself, and returned to Lin Xiao's face again.

Girls, there's always a little too much.

Strangely, when I returned to the castle, I found that all the servants had disappeared.

Did this one do it?

Her mind was full of questions.

Lin Xiao thoughtfully reached out and took Melissa's package, and disappeared cleanly with a flip of her hand.

"Gone?"

He confirmed for the last time.

"Uh-huh!"

The girl nodded busily.

"Good!"

The moment the words fell, Melissa seemed to see a star and landed in front of her.

Then, in a flash-

"Boom!"

After an earth-shattering bang.

"Ahh Ahhh What are you doing, Your Majesty? ”

Melissa almost went crazy.

She finally knew why she had to move everything she could use.

With that unforgivable sword light streaked through.

The entire castle of Andrew's family was razed to the ground in an instant.

I can't even see the slightest trace of existence, and the entire ground has been cut off to a thickness of half a meter.

Lin Xiao clasped Melissa's thin shoulders and jumped into the air with the girl.

Powerful magic supported the bodies of the two, and then, with a burst of scarlet magic, the flame dragon that Leona incarnated into suddenly appeared.

Lin Xiao placed Miss Mage, who was about to collapse, on top.

The wind howled in her ears, and Leona rose into the sky.

"Don't you think life is too boring? Help you improve it. ”

"In a short period of time, you shouldn't be able to use this castle."

"Inside the ruins, I'll prepare a better room for you."

"You're welcome, in return, just study the sequence seal well."

……

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