The cold wind howls like a knife above the boundless snowfield, and the crystallized ice chips wash over the eternal layer of snow, guarding this untouchable territory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Summit Council.

The towering ridge of the top of the peaks loomed in the wind and snow, Fan casually wiped the crystallized ice and snow on his eyelashes, shook his body slightly, and a layer of invisible power made him have no wind and snow in a radius of two meters.

"The top of the peaks." He raised his head slightly and whispered, his footsteps leaving deep traces in the thick layer of snow, and in the distance looming behind him, countless armies followed, it was his army, there were zerg and humans.

"Great Chief, further on, is the top of the peaks, should we attack head-on?"

Glancing at the grumpy Chi, Fan shook his head slightly, "It's not time yet, you are waiting here for my order, and Bolahel will deliver my news at that time." ”

"You're saying you're going alone? That's not going to work! It's too dangerous! ”

"It's okay, I'm in my own measure." Fan said lightly.

"Master, don't you need me to accompany you?" Borahel's voice echoed in Van Van's ears.

"No, you just protect them."

"Yes...... Master. ”

"Be careful." Art patted Fan's shoulder vigorously, his eyes looking back as hard as he could, "They're all waiting for you to come back." ”

With a slight pause, Fan patted Art's hand on the shoulder, "Don't worry." ”

The danger of this is self-evident, and since Van has determined this battle to be the final battle, the danger he will face is probably not as simple as a peak council. As Fan's most trusted comrade-in-arms, at this time, Art could only watch Fan go alone, whether Fan was too strong or he was too weak, Art only hated that he had grown too slowly, and had been left behind by Fan. There are too many things to bear, and as he grows stronger and stronger, he can only continue to shoulder more responsibilities when he has no one to share.

No one knows Fan's exhaustion better than Art, and if it were him, those intrigues and killings would have made him lose himself a long time ago.

Looking at Fan, who quickly disappeared into the depths of ice and snow, the thousands of words in Art's heart finally turned into a sigh.

"Boss...... You must come back......"

Beyond the huge gates at the top of the peaks, heavily armed warriors cautiously scrutinized their vision, their eyes as sharp as knives, and their tangled, tense muscles full of strength.

Suddenly, a vague figure spread out of the snow line, getting closer and closer in the ice and snow, and the warriors instinctively drew their lightsabers, because they had not been notified of anyone entering and leaving before.

Could it be Lord Jessor? The guards looked at each other, they did not think about the enemy in the first place. Because in their long career as guards, there has not been a single case of trespasser at the top of the peaks.

Of course, the Luo who didn't know how to infiltrate didn't count.

It has been many days since Jessor left last time, and he took with him half of the speakers at the top of the peaks when he left, so the current summit council is actually leaderless, and can only rely on the remaining speakers to preside over the matter, which will inevitably lead to speculation, especially some people vaguely feel that many speakers have behaved very abnormally in the past few days.

"What people! Stop, show the pass! "No matter who you are, routine is a necessary step.

The black shadow ignored it, and walked straight towards the defensive formation formed by the guards in an instant.

"One last warning to you, take another half step forward......" Before the guard could finish his words, he was shocked to find that the dark shadow was approaching him! At this moment, the hands and feet suddenly lost control, as if trapped by a pair of invisible hands, and then there was a whirlwind of the sky, and the guards immediately fell.

A few hundred meters of the corridor did not stop at all, his feet did not touch the ground like a wandering ghost, and the guards fell one after another wherever he passed.

Looking at the huge city gate that was close at hand, Fan waved his hand lightly, and the heavy gate was easily opened by his own strength. In this way, the thousands of stairs behind the door quickly skimmed, leaving only the guards who fell one after another and didn't even realize what was happening.

After pausing for a moment in front of the prophecy painting depicting the destruction of the Council by the native species, Vam's gaze was fixed on the giant claw that spanned half of the mural, and then he slowly reached out of his palm, and the mural quickly dissolved into powder in the following seconds.

If he's not mistaken, the painting still has the scent of his mother on it, not so long ago.

The magnificence of the interior of the peaks was in plain sight, and Van was still like a ghost, shuttling back and forth in the shadows, approaching his destination without alerting anyone.

The Hall of Lightlessness.

"The Hall of Light has all the answers you want." Jessore did not forget what he said before he died, and the purpose of his trip was precisely that.

"It's time to meet." Fan muttered softly, and then pushed open the door of the Lightless Hall, as for the guards who were originally guarding the door, they seemed to be tall, but they were actually firmly controlled by the power of origin.

Pitch black, deep. This is the first feeling that the Hall of Light gives to Brahman.

Why did the core of the summit choose to be built like this? Darkness is a disguise, the simplest and most brilliant disguise.

The Red Whispering Dragon grew out of Fan's arm, and with its crimson light, the secrets of the Dullless Hall that had been hidden for many years were finally revealed in front of him.

Worm Crystals, eleven huge Worm Crystals. Judging from their size, the predecessors of these insect crystals must have been the pinnacle zerg. The owners of these insect crystals naturally belong to the Speakers, and the seats marked next to them are only marked on the position of the Seventh Speaker, and they are empty.

Under the reflection of the light of the Red Whispering Dragon, these insect crystals seemed to emit fluctuations with some sense, emitting their unique light in turn. It's just that the insect crystals that represent Jessor and the others are very bleak now, almost ashes.

Pressing his palm on one of the insect crystals, Fan quietly realized the aura emanating from his body. Suddenly, he let go of his hand, with such emotions in his eyes, and within every insect crystal here, he felt a familiar and unfamiliar aura.

The breath of "it", the scratching teeth of "it" have penetrated into all areas of the Peak Council, not only here, but in every inch of the air at the top of the peaks, Fan can clearly feel the trace of free breath, as if it is watching here all the time.

Walking to the insect crystal belonging to Jesor, Fan Zai carefully examined the huge insect crystal, and then said softly, "Open it, it's time for us to meet." ”

His self-talk echoed in the empty lightless hall, looking strange and terrifying, and as time passed, a strange light suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness.

Van walked over, and the wall in front of him suddenly peeled off, revealing a deep tunnel behind it. He walked in without thinking, and then the walls quickly returned to their original state, and the lightless hall returned to a long silence as if nothing had happened just now.

"You're finally here." A desolate murmur came from his head, like the vicissitudes and exhaustion of a long time. "So you, are you ready?"

Van smiled softly, both mocking and relieved, "What do you say? ”

"Huh." The desolate voice let out a creepy laugh, and on the other side of the extremely long tunnel, Yu Fan's face finally revealed its true face.

"I knew it was you." Fan's face looked expressionlessly, looking at the familiar and strange old man in front of him.

"You're smart, I just like you."

A face slowly appeared in the shadows, old and eerie.

Sheld.

Yes, Sheld. (To be continued.) )