Andros Island, the port of the city-state of Cherf, the central battleship.

After the last killer assassinated Emilia, the Fifth Fleet and the Third Squad were almost wiped out, and the few people left behind were also driven off the ship by Amilia, and now there are only two people in the entire battleship, Feng Dust and the Holy Daughter Emilia.

On the deck, the dust tray sat in the rain, the clothes simulated by the black light virus would not be soaked with water, but his hair was covered with water droplets, his eyes showed his memories, and he looked at the sea in the distance in a daze, beside him, there was a beautifully made box, on which were painted with beautiful lines and patterns, the box showed that it was extremely smooth, and the rain that fell on it could only slide down the smooth indication of the box, forming a small puddle at the base of the box.

After a long time, Feng Chen reached out and opened the box.

There was a dark golden parchment scroll inside, which was carefully taken out by the dust, and when it was unfolded, it was found that there was still nothing on it, nothing on it.

"Hey!" Emilia held an umbrella that sealed the dust for her, and looked at the dust sealing on the deck with dissatisfaction, "You guy has been sitting like this for a day, what the hell are you doing!" ”

Since yesterday when Hratia's relics were handed over to Dust, this annoying creature in front of him seemed to be sitting on the deck without saying a word, looking like an idiot, and opening the box again and again, and it had been nearly a day now.

Feng Dust came back to his senses, put the sheepskin roll back into the box, and put it into his own space storage.

"Parchment scrolls usually contain some kind of content, and Helatia will not leave me such an inexplicable thing for no reason, but what should I think of this parchment scroll?"

"You guy, a parchment roll can keep an eye on it all day, and if you give you a whole sheep, can you watch it for a year?" Emilia pursed her lips and taunted the guy in front of her.

"No, no, no," Feng Chen suppressed his thoughts about Heratia, and said with a smile: "It's impossible to see, it's okay to eat." Can you tell me how I can read the parchment scrolls, though? ”

Emilia shrugged her shoulders and said she didn't know, "Each of the Holy Maidens of the Angra Cult has their own unique abilities, and I don't know about the previous one. ”

Feng Dust was slightly depressed, and there was no way to do it for the time being, but to wait until he returned to the Space-Time House to let the existence interpret it. So, he stretched, and suddenly there was a sound of fried beans.

"Now you can tell me something about Artemisia." There are three days left in the main quest two.

Hearing Feng Chen's words, Emilia showed a mysterious smile, her long silver hair shawl, like the Milky Way, looked gorgeous and noble.

"You can ask about her yourself."

Feng Chen rolled his eyes, and just wanted to say something, but when he looked back, in the darkness in the distance, a figure came over with this heavy rain.

Her steps were always in rhythm, no more, no less, and the close-fitting black armor and the long sword at her waist seemed to have no weight, so that her steps were not heavy, only light, like a night cat that was dexterous on a rainy night.

Artemisia's brow furrowed slightly under her cold helmet, she remembered that Emilia didn't like to have guards on the central battleship, but now there was an extra one, and she sat there, not looking like a guard at all.

Before he could say anything, a shadow rushed over, "Sister Artemisia! Emilia happily pounced on Artemisia's body, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a faint inexplicable floral fragrance.

Artemisia's black and deep eyes were full of doting, which was similar to her previous temperament, she took off the arm armor on her hand, revealing a white jade-like arm, gently stroked Amilia's little brain, and said softly: "Amilia, no one is coming to disturb you, right?" ”

Emilia's cute little head shook vigorously, and her little arms wrapped around Artemisia's waist as if she had found something, and a trace of worry appeared on her face.

"Sister, you ......"

Artemisia shook her head slightly, interrupting Amilia's words, her long ink-like hair swaying slightly, like waves swaying in the dark sea. Then, she let go of Emilia in her arms, regained her cold expression, and looked indifferently at Feng Chen, who was sitting on the ground.

"Which fleet are you from?"

This time you can look at her carefully, last time it was just a hurried glance, Feng Chen stared at the familiar person in front of her, she has grown taller, the innocence on her face has long faded, time has made up for her a thick layer of strangeness, and also taught her to be indifferent, those eyes are not as innocent as before, deep and full of arrogance, the skin is always full of a trace of sickly paleness, and the delicate facial features are like exquisite ceramic dolls pinched out of the court, but a little less lively, a little more gloomy.

The black armor was full of traces left after the battle, and Feng Chen saw that there was a shallow scar on the left side of her face, on her beautiful cheek.

"Which fleet are you from!" Artemisia had never encountered such rude men, which made her gaze even colder.

She exuded a sense of strangeness and rejection of everything around her, even the rain that fell far away.

Immediately after, she heard a sentence, her tone was full of nostalgia and tenderness, like a reunion of long-lost friends.

"Xiao Xia, you've grown up."

The new identity has been lifted, and there is no need to hide it now.

"It has been converted to its original physical form, irreversible, please pay attention to the host!" Presence reminded in mind.

With black hair, black pupils that still look like yesterday, and that incomparably familiar face, Emilia's dark blue eyes widened.

"How did you ......," Emilia exclaimed, and then, she felt her sister's body tremble in her arms, and when she looked up, she saw a scene she had never seen before.

His sister, Artemisia, the greatest commander of Persia, the loneliest female general, and the bloodthirsty wolf who killed countless people in half her life, showed a pair of helpless eyes at this time, and the turbulent sea contained in the depth and darkness.

At this moment, the rain seemed to stop, Artemisia's armor seemed to have a weight of ten thousand pounds, she pushed Emilia away, suddenly pulled out the long sword at her waist, stabbed it into the deck, half kneeling on the deck, holding the handle of the long sword with both hands, her finger bones were pinched white, and the green tendons were exposed, and the whole person seemed to rely on her hands and long sword to support her without falling.

There is no imaginary welcome in the middle of the road, there is no imaginary tears, and there is no imaginary scene.

Feng Chen's heart was bitter, and he said loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

After hearing this, Artemisia, who was kneeling on the deck, couldn't hold back her eyes anymore, and shed two lines of tears, she was like a vigorous leopard, she got up in an instant, and the broken long sword in her hand stabbed straight at Feng Chen's chest, Feng Chen did not dodge, and stood in place in a daze.

The huge change made Emilia at a loss again, until she saw her sister angrily shooting at Feng Chen, she hurriedly stepped forward to grab her sister, but it was still a little late, the tip of the long sword was rusty, but she couldn't stop its sharpness.

The tip of the sword stabbed into Feng Chen's chest, and then stopped, this injury was only a flesh wound for Feng Chen, but he didn't have time to care about it at this time, and tried to squeeze out a smile on his face.

Artemisia's body trembled violently, and she had sworn at Heratia's tomb that she would take this guy's head with her, but now she found that she was powerless to stab her.

If you go any further, there is real death.

"I know how you've been doing it for the past twenty years...... Feng Dust said awkwardly, but was interrupted by Artemisia waving his hand.

"You don't know...... At night, I look up at the stars and pray to the gods. ”

As she spoke, a poignant smile appeared on Artemisia's pale face.

"Heratia rubbed the ring you gave her every day, where were you when she was getting thinner!"

"Do you know how much Angra's tears cost you in your hands!"

"Do you know that they are the blood and tears that Heratia condensed with her own flesh and life!"

"Even if she endures unspeakable pain, like walking barefoot on a knife mountain, she will deliver it to you with a smile that day!"

Moonlight, arias, pictures of the past came to Feng Chen's mind, he froze in place, Artemisia's words hit his heart one by one, at this time he felt that his strong physical fitness had no effect at all, and he was still fragile, like a blank piece of paper that anyone could tear apart.

"Do you know what kind of desperate situation Heratia faced after she was stripped of her status as a saint! Most of the Angra cult considered her a traitor! They assassinate her, discredit her! The Greeks paid a high price for her life! ”

"There is nowhere to hide, if the Persian Empire hadn't been blocked by Darius, I would have been in the wilderness!"

"After Darius died, I was alone in Persia, and you know how I got to where I am today under the watchful eye of the wolves!"

"So," Artemisia wiped away tears, a scarlet glow from the depths of her black eyes, instantly taking over her eyes.

"By the death of Darius, I incite Xerxes to go to Greece, the day after tomorrow! I can bury all the Greeks with me! ”

Emilia grabbed her sister's hand holding the long sword on the side, but she was also stunned, she had never heard of these things, and seeing her sister so uncomfortable, Emilia also became sad.

"Sister...... Woowoo woo ......"

Feng Chen didn't know what it was like in his heart, and he held the long sword weakly.

"I know, there's no point in saying anything now, but, countless innocent people have died because of you, Artemisia, I will accompany you to kill those who deserve to kill, so, stop it."

Artemisia calmed down and stared at Feng Chen's apologetic eyes, and Feng Chen saw a different kind of emotion in those scarlet eyes.

Madness, killing, and fleeting moments of helplessness and heartbreaking pleas.

At this moment, Artemisia looked up and sneered, and the rain slid down her fair cheeks, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

"Stop?! You told me to stop! Why did you tell me to stop! ”

The long sword pushed flatly, passing through Feng Chen's chest in an instant, and then suddenly pulled out, bringing out a stream of black and red blood, Feng Chen's body tried his best to stand, but the sharp pain beat his nerves like a tide, and the crying Emilia was startled by such a change, she cried and stretched out a pair of fleshy little hands to press down on Feng Chen's bleeding wound.

Artemisia dragged over to crying Emilia, she finally looked at the dust sealing her lips that were white due to excessive blood loss, and her body trembled slightly, and shook the blood on the long sword in her hand, and with her movements, the blood beads fell on the deck like red roses blooming on a rainy night, and then were instantly washed away by the rain.

"This is your original sword," Artemisia returned to her usual words, indifferently speaking, holding the long sword, the blade flat on both sides, in the center of the blade, a place covered in rust, the break was obvious, she stabbed into the deck again, the long sword was too strong, the break was even more obvious.

"Now, I'll give it back to you."

"Bang!" A sound as crisp as broken jade sounded, and the long sword, which had been guarding the tomb like a guard for twenty years, fulfilled its destiny on this day.

"Feng Chen, this is the last time I call you by your name," in the past twenty years, he has never given up remembering his real name, just as he was rescued from the slave trader twenty years ago, and with difficulty pronouncing his name, Artemisia dragged Emilia who kept looking back and worried, and walked off the boat, disappearing into the darkness in the distance, and the rest of the voice lingered around.

"After today, you and I, goodbye."