Hearing the old man's words, the butler recalled the key to all the plans, and he was relieved. Because of his high-level occult abilities and years of faithfulness, he was able to become the old man's confidant and participate in some of the core secrets. Even though his status has increased, the butler is still very aware of his duty, always standing beside the old man with the same humility and respect as he did on the first day, and never transgressively, for example, pointing fingers at the old man who has decided to implement the plan.

Although he has high-level abilities and outstanding intelligence, the butler has no ambition. His greatest wish is to follow his master and grow old together, and his only luxury is that his son can inherit his position when he grows up** and continue to serve the Sallenwell family. When you enter Twilight Castle, it seems to be going back in time, resetting the old era of the 18th century.

Loyalty is rewarded, this is the principle of the old times, and it is the code of practice of the House of Sallenwell. Begler. Sarenwell, the owner of Twilight Castle and the leader of House Sallenwell, once had an even better name in the Bloody Council, 'Twilight Decision'. As one of the three giants of the Inquisition, in the process of standing on the dark throne for twenty years, the Sarenwell family under the leadership of the old man has an influence that is not inferior to the three giants. Although Medirli had entered Judgment Town with an irresistible stance on that bloody afternoon, and the dazzling light of Saronwell had faded for the time being, it was only a powerful and unrivaled being, dormant before it came back with a stronger posture.

Moreover, with almost all of the surviving backbone of the Inquisition retreating with the two giants, the overall strength of the Inquisition has plummeted, and even if the current ruler is not inferior to his predecessor in terms of killing and iron-bloodedness, in the minds of many in the council, it is no longer the famously terrifying dark center of the past. In the past two years, with the strong rectification of Medirli and the covert support of the Spider Empress, the strength of the Inquisition has indeed been restored, but it is still very far away to restore its former glory.

If this plan is successful......

The butler shivered with excitement from the depths of his body. If the plan succeeds completely, not only will the old man return to the Inquisition, but the Inquisition will be truly far from the time of the Big Three, and there will be only one owner from now on. The new Inquisition will spread a terrifying dark glow to every inch of the Bloody Council's rule, Begler. Salonwell's name will be tied with the Spider Queen, the Big Three, and Beblaz!

As long as the plan can be successful!

The crux of the plan is for the terrifying female demon king to leave Judgment Town and her home turf. Now is the most critical point in time, and the opportunity may only be one. Now, Medirli did appear in the north, and fought Persephone. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, whether she was injured or not, or even which side of Peperos' loyalty was, it no longer mattered. As long as she's out of Judgment Town at this time!

No one knows better than the housekeeper that the retirement of the old man two years ago was half forced and half active. Rather than being afraid of Medirri, Beegler was not very sure of the decisive battle, and the other tycoon of the Inquisition was still intact, so he decisively decided to retire and give up the town of Inquisition to Medirri in order to avoid huge losses. For two years, Beegler has been secretly contacting people from various factions, and the alliance built around Twilight Castle is stronger and more extensive than it was two years ago. There are many talents in the alliance, and there is no shortage of force, wisdom and special abilities, and there are also many inhuman talents in the alliance!

In two years, a lot can be changed.

Now on the outskirts of Judgment Town, many powerful men are roaming around, waiting for Medirri's return. Because of the strength of the squad, the goal of this battle is to capture alive rather than kill.

The corridors of the castle were long, and the butler didn't walk fast, so there was plenty of time to think about a lot of things. He couldn't help but think of a rumor that behind that expressionless mask was an unimaginable peerless face. The strong contrast in the imaginary world made him feel an irrepressible heat in his body, and he had to stop slightly, stand in front of the porch window, push the window slightly, and let the cold wind blow on his face and body at dozens of degrees below zero, which calmed his mood a little, and let the physiological reaction gradually decrease. If you walk into the banquet hall like this, the butler's physical abnormality will definitely be noticed immediately, which is an extraordinary faux pas.

The view through the porch window is no different from the usual night, and the view is still dominated by the shrubs that exude a miserable green glow all over the hillside. But for some reason, in the eyes of the butler, the glow from the bushes tonight suddenly turned a thick red!

The butler was slightly taken aback, and immediately carefully mobilized his occult abilities to find out what was going on. After possessing a high-level occult ability, it is common to hear and see some strange sights, which is usually a hint to the ability owner. However, the butler did not dare to use his full strength to transfer his ability, and now there are many high-level abilities in the castle, and they will be alert to the use of high-level abilities, and those big people who live in the shadow of conspiracy, assassination, and death may immediately send someone to find out. It's better not to get into unnecessary trouble.

He didn't perceive anything, and the fluorescent bushes in his vision were back to normal. The butler exhaled softly, secretly laughing at his nervousness and nervousness. Who would do anything to Twilight Castle at this time? Any time of the year is probably a better time of year than today.

Time is running out. The butler quickened his pace to the stairs, and there was a strict time limit for how long the guests could wait. When he passed the last porch window, he looked out the window and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

Every leaf of the fluorescent shrub is as red as if it were covered with blood droplets! No matter how much he calmed down this time, the vision he saw never faded.

The bells on the castle's main tower rang slowly, each bell urging the butler to remind him that the time had come. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and hurried down the stairs. Although the vision was very strong, it was almost certain that something was about to happen. But reason calmly told him that nothing big was going to happen tonight, and if something really happened, it was more likely that the unruly VIPs were making trouble. Although the butler is very confident in the Su zhì of the servant of the castle, it is not wrong to be several times more careful on such an important occasion.

Upstairs, the old man was still sitting in the living room, looking up at the painting of the Seven Apostles on the top wall, and fell into deep thought. He knew that the time had come, and he could feel the commotion of the guests downstairs more clearly, and some of them were even demonstratively boosting their abilities. For these guys, the old man didn't even have the heart to sneer. He knew that many of the people who had come to the castle today were impatient, but after tonight, they would be very patient, at least in the face of the surname Sarenwell. Even tonight, he wasn't worried that the guests would dare to make trouble, and for the sake of the alliance, he didn't mind killing a few over-adrenaline ones in public in order to make the unconscious ones smarter.

In the depths of the old man's somewhat cloudy pupils, countless figures were staggered and flashing, all of them were Medirri, who was wearing heavy armor and holding a murderous prison. All the images are eventually broken down into countless jù and subsumed into the depths of consciousness. Unlike most men, in the eyes of the elderly, Medirli was just a set of cold numbers, and she was not associated with women at all, and naturally she did not have any sexual thoughts. Beegler had come to regard her as his most important enemy, and he had always believed that any superfluous thought could lead to defeat for an important enemy.

The plan has already begun, and the operation is about to succeed. In the last moment of waiting, the old man habitually broke down Medirri's number again. Although he couldn't have done it himself in the plan, he could still feel at ease by reviewing the number of jùs.

Beegler held out his hand again, this time not with black tea, but with a glass of red wine next to him. At this time, the wine is more suitable for his mood.

The red wine in the glass is mellow and rich, and the vintage is just right, which is a specialty of Twilight Castle and the favorite wine of the elderly. He shook his glass gently, but the spin was more intense than expected, and a small wave burst in the center of the wine, and a few drops of splashed juice splashed onto the old man's shirt, leaving a few drops of blinding red on the soft white fabric.

The old man was obviously stunned and spilled the wine, which was simply impossible! How could the former 'Twilight Decision' be an ordinary old man who couldn't even hold a wine glass?

He looked up and looked at the ceiling. The lights flickered in the small living room, and the seven apostles with different expressions on the frescoes of the dome seemed to come to life, and their eyes drifted to the old man sitting below.

The old man frowned, in fact, the top painting has not changed, the seven apostles are still just a combination of a bunch of oil paints, and they do not have life. The change in light and shadow is due to the slight shaking of the chandelier, and the candle flames of dozens of candles on the chandelier are also swaying, and every qiē line in the room begins to swim.

This is the castle and the earth is shaking!

The old man Huo Di stood up, his eyes were like eagles, and a strong premonition made him look into the courtyard through the window, just in time to see two ancient courtyard gates hollowed out of black iron flying silently, and then split into several pieces in the air and smashed to the ground. The heaviest pieces of iron doors even knocked out deep pits in the hard paved stone square!

The loud noise and vibration had already alarmed the guests in the castle, and for a while, I didn't know how many eyes and perceptions were placed at the gate of the courtyard. Outside the open courtyard gate, Medirli dragged the prison and walked in slowly.

There were also two servants in black tuxedos at the gate of the courtyard, who changed their graceful and slow movements from welcoming their guests, like two vicious wolves pounced on Medirli. Looking at the heavy power they carried between jumping up and swinging their fists, I am afraid that their strength is no longer under the dragoon soldiers. But by the time the steely fists fell, Medirli was gone, and Peperos was waiting for them.

Peperos grabbed the wrists of the two servants with lightning and let out a low cry, and the bodies of the two servants had been picked up by her, and then there was a muffled thud, and their heads slammed together, and almost the entire skull collapsed!

As soon as Peperos's hands were released, the two corpses flew out several meters each, planted on the ground like broken bags, and their hands and feet were still occasionally **.

After killing two powerful men in an instant, Peperos did not look happy, but sat down on the ground, clutching his messy short red hair with both hands, and began to cry bitterly.

"I knew she was a bitch!" The butler, who saw this scene on the second floor, scolded bitterly in his heart.

When the two manservants leaped up, Medirli had already reached the gate of the castle and raised her hand to push open the heavy oak-clad bronze door. No one could see how she had come to the gate, Medirri seemed to have broken through the limitations of time and space, and only the deep ditch dragged by the Prison Prison on the ground outlined her progress.

Inside the door was a warm, brightly lit hall, where seven or eight men and women in costumes were talking eagerly in twos and threes, occasionally taking a glass of wine from a tray in the hand of a passing waiter. It's not a hall, and the party hasn't started yet, so they're here to breathe in and talk about something a little more intimate. Although they had some status, they were not noble enough to be assigned a private reception room, so they could only stand in the outer hall.

The moment the door opened, there was a sudden silence in the hall, and all eyes fell on Medirri. Medirri was unmasked, and there was some confusion in her deep blue eyes, as if she was looking for something. Her face is composed of angular and sharp lines, but it strangely forms a face that is intertwined with softness and confusion, as if it is shrouded in a thin layer of mist, so that no matter how hard you try, you can't really see her beauty. But it wasn't really mist, it was the trance that came into contact with her face, which made people feel that there seemed to be a mist on Medirri's face.

Everyone's first reaction was to blink hard, frantically trying to see more clearly. But when they stared again, the doorway was empty, except for the dark and wide square outside the open gate, and the iron blocks stuck in the hard stone floor.

What about Medirli?

By the time doubts rose in their minds, Medirri had scurried through the outer hall and disappeared into the hallway. As usual, the Prison dragged a deep trench in the ground, and not only the carpet and floor were cut, but the cut was also deeply carved into the rock of the foundation. After entering the castle, the prison did not seem to move, but blood suddenly dripped from the blade.

When the guests and servants of the outer hall were looking for Medirri's whereabouts, several criss-crossing blood lines suddenly appeared on their bodies, the blood lines were thin and straight, and then the torsos of their bodies were torn apart along the blood lines, and in a scream, the outer hall suddenly became a hell of flesh and blood!

At the end of the first floor, Medirri gently pushed open a closed door. The door didn't open enough for people to get in and out, but silently dissolved into a pile of debris. Behind the door is a small room, which looks like a place for the ladies to touch up their make-ups. But at this time there was a man and a woman in the room, the woman was clearly a guest, the hem of her tuxedo was high on her waist, and behind her stood a young valet in a black tuxedo, revealing only the necessary body parts, and was working the woman in front of her.

Medirri turned around and began to go upstairs. Hell cut a perfect arc through the ground and cut the wooden staircase in half.

The two people in the dressing room are still fighting fiercely, to the point of selflessness. Or the woman occasionally turned her head to the side, only to see that the door disappeared at some point, and the two people had actually been exposed, and if a person passed by in the corridor, she would inevitably take in all of them. The woman immediately let out an exclamation, and only came to her senses halfway through the scream, and suddenly covered her mouth. As for the young, handsome, and sturdy manservant, he was also startled by the strange appearance in front of him, and looked panicked.

The woman quickly got rid of the manservant's body, a vicious look flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she bit the side of the manservant's neck! The manservant opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound! After only a second, his face turned pale as paper, and the light in his eyes dimmed. The woman relented, wiped the blood from her lips with her white gloves, and looked coldly at the two deep blood holes on the side of the manservant's neck. She lifted the valet and jumped out of the window lightly, then disappeared into the night.

As she walked down the winding corridor to the second floor, Medilli passed one closed door after another, and suddenly stopped in front of a room. She reached out and pushed the door, but before her fingertips could touch it, the door opened on its own!

Behind the door was a very large room, with four or five ** women lying across the carpet, and in the middle lay an extremely burly and majestic man, who was raising his head, licking the woman lying in front of him, while throwing a hideous smile at Medierri outside the door. After seeing Medirli's face clearly, the man's eyes suddenly radiated a miserable green brilliance! He slammed to his feet, roaring wildly, his size suddenly growing, his snout protruding forward, four long fangs poking out of his mouth, and sharp claws on each of his hands and feet.

The man squatted, and then suddenly exerted force, like a cannonball shot at Medirli! There was a bang in the room, the floor collapsed under the tremendous force, and the broken stone slabs smashed into the room below, and there was obviously the sound of flesh tearing, but surprisingly no screams were heard.

Medir looked at the man who pounced on her. In this brief moment, his nose protruded like a wolf's kiss, and he bit down viciously on Medirri's shoulder! His right paw was on Medirri's left ribs, and his left paw was on her chest.

Medirri raised her right hand against the Prison and opened the man's left paw, allowing his right claw to grasp under his ribs and let him bite her shoulder.

This wolf-like man ignored the fact that there were several sharp spikes erected at the place of his mouth, and the castration did not decrease in the slightest, and he closed his upper and lower palate and bit down! The spikes on Medirri's armor, which should have been incomparably hard, seemed to suddenly become soft under the man's sharp teeth, and quickly bent and collapsed, until even the heavy shoulder armor began to squeak and deform! And under Medirri's ribs, where the man landed his claws, the five sharp claws were also deep in the ** armor, and they were half of them in an instant.

Medirri's face turned pale for a moment, and she turned her head slightly to look at the wolf-like man. The man's round eyes were also staring at her, his gaze full of ferocity, lust, and guardedness and caution.

Medirri's lips opened slightly, and she suddenly blew into the man's head!

A look of extreme fear suddenly appeared in the wolf-like man's eyes, but before he could react, the entire head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and then it was blown out by an invisible strong wind, and it actually hit the wall opposite the room, leaving a crimson mark!

The headless wolf man's body was still hanging on Medirri's body, and his four claws still scratched Medirri's armor and twisted it, showing the incredible strength and vitality of his body. But the body that has lost its head is no longer a threat. The Prison Kill still didn't move, but the blade of the sword began to soak with blood again. The wolf man's limbs were each covered with a line of blood, and then his claws were completely separated from his body, and the claws were still tugging at Medirri's armor in vain.

Medirri's armor began to vibrate, bouncing and undulating as if it were alive, and the sunken parts were being restored. The claws that pierced the armor were ejected with great force, piercing deep into walls, ceilings, and columns.

The werewolf's body was still surprisingly vibrant, and there were thousands of small worms wriggling around the wounds, trying to repair the damage. The flesh was growing wildly, but after the wolf's head was blown to pieces, the flesh with infinite vitality also lost its direction, but it grew out of order, and the crazy flesh even extended nearly half a meter from the wound, hideous and terrifying. The body that lost its head and had its limbs severed fell into a frenzy of growth, amateuring and a**.

The wolf man originally wanted to rely on the incredible recovery power of his body and the defense power comparable to heavy armor to fight hard with Medirri to see who could not withstand the damage of the other party first. Presumably, in the past battles, he relied on this strategy to achieve countless victories. With the terrifying vitality of his body, even if he is cut off by the waist, he can regenerate new limbs. It's a pity that he met Medirri, and the wolf man, who pursued the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, was blown off his head in an instant, and he couldn't give full play to his advantages.

Medirri's gaze fell on the wolf man's chest, where a line of striking words was imprinted in flying lettering. The glyphs were very strange, not the common human language, but Medirli whispered: "Sir, Gagul. Black teeth. ”

She looked up, looked away from the wolf man's corpse, and stepped forward. A large hole appeared silently in the wall across the room, and a deep trench appeared in the remaining ground, as usual. Medirri had already passed through the room and walked slowly up to the third floor. Her movements seemed soothing as water, but in fact they were incredibly fast, and compared to her, everyone seemed to be still sculptures, except for the remains of the wolf man Gagul.

Soon, Medirli went up to the third floor and stood in front of the door of the banquet hall. This ballroom is smaller than the one on the first floor, but the décor is much more elaborate and lavish and has historically been used by the Sallenville family to entertain guests of true status and status. There were seven or eight guests, men and women, standing here in the ballroom, and even though the upheavals had taken place downstairs, the people here seemed completely unaffected, and when Medirri appeared, everyone looked at her with a look of arrogance and amusement.

At the other end of the ballroom there is a small door, behind which is a short corridor that leads to a small parlor depicting the legend of the Seven Apostles. Beegler was accustomed to discussing matters of real importance in this small parlor. The small parlor is one of the safest places in the castle, and the legend of the Seven Apostles overlooking all living beings is more than just a simple oil painting.

Beegler was now stepping out of the small door at the other end of the ballroom, and when he pushed the door open, he saw Medirri standing silently. The old man's brows furrowed imperceptibly, and his gray eyes narrowed like eagles. In fact, the moment he pushed the door open and his eyes fell on Medirri was the moment Medirri appeared at the door of the banquet hall. Is this a coincidence, or is it implying something?

There was a strange aura in the banquet hall, and the men and women who were able to stand here, and even the two guests who were obviously not pure-bloods, all had their own powerful abilities, and at least now they still had the confidence to stand in front of Medirri, and they did not choose to run away. Of course, they all noticed the coincidence of time, and each pondered the meaning behind the coincidence.

Dressed in armor, Medirli was nearly a head taller than the old man, her face was always shrouded in a faint mist, which made people always a little unclear, and the blue eyes were slightly bent, as if she was a little confused, and seemed to be smiling sweetly, like an innocent child. Perhaps Medirri, who wears the mask, is an out-and-out demon king, and when she takes off the mask, her face at this moment is the angel of everyone's dreams.

The old man crossed his right hand in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and made an ancient aristocratic salute to Medirli, and said with a smile: "Respected Dark Judge, I didn't expect you to appear here. ”

Medirli smiled slightly, her gaze not focused on the old man, but fell on the unknown distance. Her voice was almost dreamy, cold, pure, and ethereal, "Dear Twilight, since you want to see me outside of Judgment Town, I think it's better to come here and see you." ”

The old man smiled calmly and confidently: "In the past two years, I have greatly admired your wisdom. But this time you've clearly made a very low-level mistake. ”

The old man straightened his chest, opened his arms, and said proudly and with deep emotion: "This is my home field!" ”

Twilight Castle seemed to come to life in an instant, and every word the old man spat out caused a certain resonance in the castle, which became stronger and stronger, stirring the heartbeat of every guest in the banquet hall. At this moment, their hearts can no longer obey their own orders, but are completely synchronized with the resonance of the ancient castle!

The faces of all the guests changed, especially two or three of them who looked particularly arrogant, and when they looked at the old man, there was fear in the depths of their eyes! The warm fire, the lavish furnishings, the imaginable enjoyment and service made them almost forget that this was the home of the elderly, at least here, the old man had the power to kill and take them alive and dead.

"I know." Medirli said softly, "I know this is your home stadium, and I know you're not going to leave your home turf, so I'm here." ”

Perhaps anxious to curry favor with Beegler, who showed the tip of the iceberg of strength, a stout black man in the hall shrugged down a few times towards Medirli, and said with a cruel smile: "Girl, I don't care what kind of dark judge you are, since you are here, you have to give us a good ride for a few days!" Maybe I can blow up your ...... first."

"Shut up!" Surprisingly, it was not Medirri who was roaring, but Beegler.

After drinking the negro, the silver-haired old man looked at Medirri again and sighed, "If you stay in Judgment Town, in your home turf, no one can help you." Why leave? ”

Medirri was still smiling: "Because your plan didn't give me a choice, I didn't have a choice, so I had to come here and kill you." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Medirri, this joke is not funny! In addition to your upcoming transformation, there are many special guests here tonight in addition to me, in addition to my home turf! For example......

"Sir Gagul, for example?" Medirri added to the old man's place.

The old man's eyes suddenly sharpened: "He's dead?" ”

Medirri's gaze finally fell on the old man, and instead of answering his question, she looked at the guests in the drawing-room, and then said, "Beegler, I know that for two years you have been gathering strength to regain the power of the Inquisition, and from now on your own level with the Empress. Unfortunately, your biggest mistake was to give me two years. And time will always be on my side. ”

Pegler's piercing gaze darkened like the sunset, a sign of his heightened abilities. He sneered and said, "Even if you kill me, will you be able to get out of here?" ”

Medirri shook her head, smiled as lightly as a dream, and whispered, "You are wrong again, I have nothing to fear." Because I'm here for the sole purpose of ruining the miè ...... with you."

Pegler's face finally changed, and he kept backing away into the hallway. Medirri, on the other hand, walked towards him, followed Pegler into the narrow corridor, and closed the door to the ballroom with her backhand.

All her movements are so clear, smooth and natural that every guest can see them clearly and take them to heart. But no one reacted, and no one was able to react! Because Medirri and Peegler were so fast that no one had the ability to react, but for some reason, all the movements of the two giants before and after the Inquisition were so clear that they could see and remember clearly!

The guests' hearts almost stopped, their throats were desert-dry, and breathing became a luxury. They looked at the closed door, but no one had the courage to walk over and open it.

There are so many tiny and complex sounds behind the door that it's impossible to tell what the sound is, even the most perceptive people can barely distinguish hundreds of sounds from it, but there are still thousands of sound waves that can't be distinguished!

Then, there is blood!

Endless blood squirted out from the crack in the door like crazy! Splashed the face of a woman who was too close, but she stood still, completely losing the courage to move.

How can there be so much blood!? Whose blood is this?!

It was as if behind the door was a river of blood, blocked only by a thin door.

The door opened.

It was Medirri who came out. She still had a sweet smile, but her gray hair was no longer fluttering, and there was a deep blood mark on her dreamy face. The monstrous armor was shattered, almost a pile of broken iron hanging together, and only a piece of a meter long remained. Her left hand hung limply at her side, her armor gone, and blood running down her snow-white fingers.

In just a second, Medirri walked out of the endless stream of blood, not knowing if it was her blood or the blood of Pegler.

She was obviously seriously injured, but no one dared to attack her in the hall full of vicious guests! Medirli smiled softly, a reddish mist immediately drifting from her slightly open lips, and she said in the same soft voice as before, "Tonight, all life here will fall. For I, Medirri, will destroy Miè with you. ”

Medirli didn't move, and neither did all the guests, for time didn't seem to have passed, but blood was dripping from the blade of the Prison Killer!

I don't know who let out a hysterical scream before dying, which pierced the silence of the castle.

At the gates of Twilight Castle, the bodies of two valets have just fallen, their hands and feet still twitching. Peperos sat on the ground, tearing at her short red hair and crying heartbreakingly.

A pair of dark black boots appeared in her blurred vision, but the boots were stained with blood, layered on top of each other, as if they had just been soaked in a pool of blood.

Standing in front of Peperos was Medirli. With a wave of her hand, she threw Begler's head at Peperos, and said lightly: "From now on, he is yours." ”

Peperos hugged the still warm head of Pegler, and with all his strength, he cried loudly!

Medirri stayed in place for a second, sighed, and said softly, "I'm not afraid of ruining Miè, so I didn't ruin Miè immediately." With that, she walked into the darkness. At the beginning, her figure merged with the night, and only the ravine dragged out by the prison pointed out the direction of her departure.

Peperos cried for a while and suddenly stopped crying. She kissed Piegler deeply on the lips, then leaped to her feet and chased Medirli away.

Twilight Castle, the faint twilight is still there, but it gradually sinks into a deathly silence.

The night was long.

There was also silence in the town of Judgment, but the doors of the central church were closed.

Medirli stood in the church hall, stripped off her heavy armor, battle suit, and underwear one by one. Eventually, she stood in the middle of the church.

On the dazzlingly white chest was a piece of paper that had become old. The paper is not large, only a few centimeters in size.

The cast-steel chair on which Medirli had been seated for many years had been moved to the side, and a steel coffin of the same color and dark black had risen in the center of the prayer platform. A bronze dragon head sticks out of each of the church's four pillars, and the open mouth of the dragon is aimed at the open coffin.

Instead of looking at the coffin, Medirri removed the paper on her chest and held it to her eyes.

In the dim light, a simple but expressive sketch of a pencil was drawn on the paper, and although the brushstrokes were a little blurred due to the time, it could still be seen that it was a young man with bandages and a little girl with long hair fluttering. The painting shows two people in the background, and the boy is holding the hand of the little girl, standing on the vast desert. In this land of despair, they seem so small and helpless. Ahead of them, there was a town.

It was that day that she followed him into Yorkston.

For seven years, the painting has been sitting here, beating with her heart.

Medirri stepped into the coffin and lay down on her back, her hands crossed in front of her heart, and in her hand was the pencil drawing that had been preserved for many years.

The four dragon heads suddenly vibrated and at the same time spewed out a thick fountain of blood, which poured into the coffin. The blood quickly covered Medirri's body, face, and the pencil drawing that resonated with her heart.

The coffin's heavy lid closed and locked, and the entire coffin, which was extremely heavy, carried Medirli and slowly sank into the ground.

Forever to darkness.

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