Rey's eyes were naturally closed, his arms slightly stretched forward, his palms open forward. The golden rays of light formed a large circle with a radius of one meter, silently circling him. The golden point of light slowly floated directly above him, as if directing the golden light. Helka's scepter gradually appeared in the place where the original golden point of light appeared, and the golden point of light began to fade and fade. When the golden point of light was completely gone, the scepter was still translucent.

At this moment, a circle of silvery-white strange runes began to appear around the scepter, and the golden rays that had been revolving around Rey's body began to spin upwards one by one along a spiral trajectory, pouring into the translucent scepter. As the scepter began to become more solid, it began to slowly change its external form.

Somewhere in white space. There was no golden light in that place, and even if Rey stood there and tried his best to look, he wouldn't see even a golden ray in the distance. Two translucent humanoid figures hovered silently, looking at each other face to face. One of them wore a silvery-white cloak with a light gold trim reaching to the ankle, and a dark gold round pin with an intricate pattern of more than four centimeters in diameter pinned to the center of his chest. He wears a hood that pulls the rim up to his nose, covering his eyes.

"It's finally done, you should give me a few days to organize the language, and look what mess I just messed up!" He grumbled dissatisfiedly. "Your eyes can hear things, but my eyes can't." The other party replied. He was completely different from the humanoid phantom across from him, and could only be seen as a silhouette, his whole body emitting a light blue light. "Besides, you're so talented, what draft do you want?!" The humanoid phantom on the other side didn't want to stop at all, and chattered, "Oh-you can't talk to me, because I'm not alive--oh-you can't pronounce my name-oh-sign a pact with Hekkastar to become a handsome and powerful ......"

"Stop! That's enough! Stop! Remove the last sentence for me! The humanoid phantom in the long white cloak interrupted in annoyance, "Can't you say something more meaningful in these precious last few minutes?!" "It is undeniable that those two phantoms are slowly fading. But they talked to each other at a homely pace, without the slightest urgency. "Hey, how do you talk to the Great Creator? Be respectful, respectful—respectful. But the other party didn't seem to care about his anger at all, and continued to talk nonsense. Keep up the stinky fart, you! You irresponsible old slippery head! What a lazy bastard! The ...... of the lost discipline" The humanoid phantom in white was interrupted by the other party before he could finish speaking.

I said, I don't think what you're saying makes a lot of sense. Besides, as a Great Elder of the Helka Star, why can't you be as calm and calm as your predecessors? The other party said, spreading his hands, as if he was really helpless. ......" The humanoid phantom in the long white cloak suddenly felt that he had nothing to say. Is it his fault? No matter how serious the topic is, when you talk to the other person, it will always change its taste. "I'm the first Great Elder with the same name as you on the planet of Helka, the first Great Elder to discover you." He finally said, "Won't you feel ashamed in your heart when you say that about me?" ”

"Come on, if you hadn't had the same name as me, would I think your mom was calling me? Besides, if I hadn't helped you, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to lift the Great Elder's shoes! It's just that you don't appreciate me, and you even scolded me for being so useless. Have you given all your conscience to Bibi Mouse?" the other man replied, and raised the middle finger of his left hand at him. "Please, you still talk about me, can you be a little polite yourself?" The humanoid figure in the long white cloak said with disgust. Even if you can only see half of his face, others can clearly feel his disgust.

"It's a shame that you remember yourself as the Creator. I don't know, I think you're a bad old man! He continued, with the thrill of "finally being able to vomit in one go." "Hey, what you say has to be meaningful." The other party spread his hands, and then pretended to be serious. "Okay, it makes sense." He twitched the corners of his mouth, and then said, "That little ghost you fancy looks weak." Or are the current planet guardians so weak? Throwing this kind of thing to him always feels unreliable. ”

"There is ambiguity in what you just said...... Never mind. Is he really embarrassed to criticize and comment on other people's first form? The other party immediately said that there was a taste of "fighting for Rey". "Oh, that's just the first form." The humanoid phantom in the long white cloak seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said with relief, "It seems that you have a good eye for picking people!" "You mean to say something like this, right?!" The other party said angrily, "Won't you talk well?!" "It's not like you're setting a good example." He replied unhurriedly, and shrugged his shoulders as if he was helpless.

"Hey, I'm going to be broken down. How about you give a grand* euphemism? The virtual figure in the long white cloak suddenly said jokingly, "There is no merit and hard work!" "You're dead, it's really a great blessing for the elves of all races in the universe, it's over." The other party immediately said in a sad tone, lowered his head, and crossed his hands to his heart. "Your sense of responsibility is slowly disappearing with the discipline." He said in a very serious and serious tone, "That's not going to work. "Of course I ......," the other man was stunned in the middle of his sentence, and then swallowed the words he was about to say back into his stomach, because he saw that the other side of him had become empty.

He stared at the air in front of him, as if staring at someone who had been around it. Then he began to speak—like a goodbye, like a sigh. As he began to speak, a golden light began to grow in the corner of the space he was in. "Goodbye, Helka." Goodbye, my dear old friend. "Goodbye, Helka." Goodbye, my beloved planet. "Goodbye, Helka." Goodbye, I ...... By the time his last words fell, Rey was the only one left in the space. In the corner of the space where he was originally located, the golden light curved and swirled, and it was no different from the rest of the space.

Rey was awakened by a loud commotion. He opened his eyes, and a beam of light shone on his eyeballs, shaking his eyes that had been in the dark for so long that he took everything in front of him as an illusion of his own dazzle. He blinked, and his vision began to clear. For a moment, he even thought he was in another unknown space. A cacophony of voices began to sound in his ears—louder and clearer, exactly the same as the sound that woke him up. Rey thought it was a little strange - it was such a loud voice, why didn't he hear anything just now?

He saw Polarax on the top of the ship, jumping up and down as if he were going to jump through the top, and shouted. He also saw a lot of plants—seen and unseen—growing around the Byron. Borax jumped around not only because of the strange sight in front of her, but also because she remembered an old joke about Gaia following the advice of a bad guy in black to scare Rey before she could fight Rey. So he disguises himself as a tree and tries to sneak up on Rey to complete his plan. But Rey spotted him right away and rewarded him with a bolt of lightning. Gaia was not convinced, so she asked Rey for an explanation. Rey replied, "Where are the trees on Helka—"

Okay, now it's there, isn't it? Borax thought. After a long time, her heart suddenly beat violently, and she finally remembered that the man who was said to be a tree was no longer there! It's weird, isn't it? Pollax asked himself this in his heart. Even forget that he's dead! She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it. She might think about it in the future, but she would never figure it out—for no reason, just a very subtle necessity.