(Poof, am I the type of person who asks for votes to get the opposite effect.) ）

Galloping in the dark is not destined to last long, and neither the Ahama nor the Andalusian horse is a durable type of galloping horse. Even if the magic is applied, it will not solve this essential problem.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan's miracle just now was enough to make people feel awe-inspired, so when the carriage rushed to the most famous gallop of the Holy Roman Empire, the Gothic knights had been waiting there for a long time. In accordance with the black dragon's wishes, they replaced the carriage with 16 horses for long-distance galloping. As to whether there was anyone on the gallop just now, the Gothic knights could not reply. There was no cover for this gallop, as long as they wanted, they could rush up from any place, and with the darkness, the Gothic knights could not control the entire gallop. For these, the black dragon Corey has no opinion, and those big nobles have no other way out. In the winter in the Black Forest, the longer you stay, the faster you die, if you are not well prepared. Only by arriving at Viscount Sartre of Württemberg as soon as possible could these nobles get a moment of peace and a certain amount of provisions. Other than that, where can they go?

"Will we be able to meet Master Fryman?"

A Gothic Knight Captain stood outside the window and asked cautiously, and he couldn't help but use the honorific that only the emperor had.

Before Terry could reply, the maid's reply had already been heard in the carriage: "I'm afraid not this time, valiant knights, Mr. Fleman has just experienced a divine descent and a trial of a brutal demon. He needs to rest now, not meet with you. Of course, everything you do will be remembered by Mr. Fryman. It will definitely pay off next time. ”

The Gothic Knight Captain's face flushed. It's not that Xiao Yan is angry because he didn't see him. Rather, I was thrilled to hear the title "heroic". Being called "heroic" by a lord walking on the earth is an honor that not just any knight can have. Not to mention the Gothic Knights, even the Knights of the Holy Crown, the highest rank in the whole world, from its establishment to the present, has there ever been a Lord walking on the earth to call them "heroic"?

The knight captain turned his head to look at his men, and although the knights couldn't see the expressions on their faces clearly in the night, the slight trembling caused the armor page to rustle, which also proved that these knights were excited.

The Gothic Knight Captain suppressed the excitement in his heart. Again, cautiously asking, "Excuse me, can I sew this sentence on our flag?" ”

"What words? Oh, whatever, Mr. Fryman is very tired, and he needs a good rest. ”

The captain left satisfied, and after that, the carriage, which was already mixed with sludge and blood, and even some dried green pus, and looked less magnificent than before, began to move on.

In the carriage, Xiao Yan was already asleep. It's like what Aisna just said. Little Fryman's body was now on the verge of collapse, if it weren't for the physique of a level 5 punishment knight. Now little Fryman is probably already shattered and died. The Divine Descent is only one aspect, and on the other hand, Xiao Yan has been using the domain for a long time. As the "Lord" said, little Fryman's body has a violent conflict with the domain itself, and the use of the domain for too long has caused hidden damage to this body. This is also the reason why Xiao Yan even ignored the White Bone Long Whip just now, at that time, he was just holding on to his body not to fall, and it was impossible for him to continue fighting. As for that light of judgment, it became a straw that overwhelmed this tired body, and if it weren't for the carriage called by the black dragon Corry, Xiao Yan might have to lie on that muddy ground and fall into a coma.

It was very warm in the carriage, and the two red dragon maids sat in the dark, as if they were thinking about something, and apart from the sound of the car outside the window, it was as if no one existed.

In this quiet environment, Xiao Yan once again found that his will had left his body and was floating towards the sky. The divine descent and the unfolding of the realm, the subject affected is still the body of little Fryman, not the will of Xiao Yan. When the body falls into extreme exhaustion, the active will is once again freed from its shackles.

Soon, Xiao Yan returned to the "ice" that separated the will from reality, and this time, the cracks in the ice were seen more clearly by Xiao Yan. Although the mage level has not advanced greatly, the will to master the rules is stronger than before, and without even using too much liliang, Xiao Yan has been able to make these ice layers more loose.

In fact, if the domain is used here, Xiao Yan believes that he can easily return to reality.

The only question is, can he go back now? In other words, as the dice of the Shijie Tree to change the inherent pattern of the trial Shijie, Xiao Yan's mission does not seem to be over yet, will the Shijie Tree let Xiao Yan's will leave this trial Shijie so easily?

Xiao Yan didn't think too much about it, he stared at the ice in front of him, the field quickly unfolded at the same time, just as he expected, the ice that was once unshakable to him melted in an instant. In less than a moment, a hole appeared in front of Xiao Yan's eyes that was enough to make all his will leave. Xiao Yan didn't act immediately, since he knew that the realm could open this ice layer, he could go back at any time, but he was not in a hurry.

Leaving, it is no longer all that Xiao Yan has, he needs to take out as much as possible the things in this trial shijie, the permanent magic circle pool, all the knowledge of the three magic circle systems, and even the existing mage level. With these, Xiao Yan who shijie in reality will no longer be the Xiao Yan who was limited by level and ability and couldn't do anything.

Therefore, making full use of his identity and making a reasonable exchange with the Shijie Tree in exchange for the most suitable result is what Xiao Yan needs to do more at present.

As Xiao Yan expected, when the ice completely melted in front of Xiao Yan's eyes, a low sigh was faintly heard in the depths of the Sea of Will. With this sigh, the ice in front of Xiao Yan's eyes began to change shape, and finally, a thick wall stood in front of his eyes.

Of course, in front of the field, there is no difference between ice and walls, as long as they are of the same essence, the final result will be the same.

Xiao Yan reclaimed the realm, just waiting for the new Liliang to pull his will back. But this time, to his surprise, there was no liliang pulling him, but on that huge wall, a mouth suddenly appeared.

There are no eyes, no nose, just a huge mouth that belongs to a human.

"What do you want? Child? ”

The mouth did not open, but the voice echoed in Xiao Yan's will, and in such a voice, Xiao Yan could feel a feeling of warmth, how to say, as if returning to his mother's arms. This feeling has not been experienced for Xiao Yan who is fighting alone for too long, and feeling this warmth, Xiao Yan even has a feeling that his will is about to melt.

There were no tears in the will, Xiao Yan wandered in the warmth for a while, and then slowly came to his senses. He was a little reluctant to let his will get rid of this warmth, and then tried to answer calmly: "I need to return to reality shijie, I need to ensure that my body is normal in reality shijie." ”

"Other than that?"

The question of Shijie no Tree is surprisingly concise, with no side branches, and directly mentions the point of the whole thing.

"I need to take my magic circle, bring my knowledge back to reality, because that's what I give, so it's what I deserve."

"As much as you give, you get as much as you get."

Shijie no Tree replied.

Xiao Yan asked: "So, what else do I need to do to take away these things that belong to me?" ”

"Two choices."

"Time goes back in time, how it came and how it went."

"Complete the quest and take away the reward."

"Select."

Xiao Yan asked in a low voice: "Wait, what is my task, how to complete the task, you have to give me an answer." ”

To Xiao Yan's question, Shijie no Tree did not answer, but repeated: "Choose." ”

How to come and how to go, Xiao Yan absolutely can't accept this, even if there is no loss of gene points, just say that the improvement brought by those magic circles is no longer something that can be made up for with gene points themselves. What's more, if time is really traced, it means that Xiao Yan's will will will lose the rules of Liliang. Back to reality, Shijie is still a trialist who slowly climbs up, and then most likely ends up in front of the gate of the legend. There can't be too many opportunities to perceive the rules.

"Okay, okay, I choose to complete the task, however, you have to guarantee that when something goes wrong with my physical body, I will be able to return to my own body in time to solve the problem."

The mouth didn't reply, but faded away from the wall, and the whole wall began to blur. It didn't take long for Xiao Yan to see a gray scene in front of him, and he could no longer see the ice that cut the trial shijie and the reality shijie.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and all he could hear was the sound of a car in his ears and the quiet breathing of two young girls beside him.

"Welcome back."

The three former legends said almost at the same time, whether it was a red dragon or a black dragon, although their level was suppressed, their sense of will fluctuations did not decrease because of this. What's more, little Fryman's body was close to them, and he also talked to Shijie no Tree, so of course such a violent will fluctuation could not escape their feelings.

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, wanting to move his body, but the pain in his whole body was like breaking bones, and he couldn't help moaning.

"Don't rush into action, Mr. Fryman."

Ai Sina whispered, "Your body has not recovered yet, and it is impossible to recover in a limited time. ”

"So I can't get the gods again?"

"That's right, Mr. Fleman, there are no gods, no miracles, we can only rely on ourselves." (To be continued......)