Rewind time a little.

The Tower, 32 floors, Hanging Gardens.

Julia Ulysses looked down condescendingly at the deep darkness outside the window, and opened the eyes that had been closed for a long time, and the silver-gray delicate pupils naturally reflected a void, and ...... Deeper, the chaos that has been wriggling at the bottom of the world.

"Franks. ”

Sakura's lips opened and closed slightly, and the girl did not look back, but said calmly: "Take me to the temple of Hephaestus." ”

Directly ordering the eldest of the twelve white bishops of the Order's branch in Khmtika as a nun may seem unacceptable to outsiders, but the old man in a white robe did not have much fluctuation in his expression, he just showed a ceremonial and decent smile, and then pushed the wheelchair in his hand: "As you wish, Ulysses." ”

He didn't call her Julia, but only Ulysses.

The silver-haired girl was not surprised by this, but closed her eyes again and quietly waited for the passage of time.

"Boom—"

The door of the crane opened and closed suddenly, followed by a series of shocking sparks and a huge roar like a mountain and a tsunami, and finally reached the bottom, and then under the traction of the mechanical arm, the world engulfed by darkness outside the Supreme Tower opened its arms to the girl in the wheelchair.

But Franks stopped abruptly.

"Are you serious?"

He asked, and although the relationship between dignity and inferiority was obvious, the love of the elders for the younger ones was evident in his words: "Interfering in the battle situation in Khmtika will definitely expose you to the vision of the Chaos Sect - at that time, everything will be irreversible, and the peaceful life you have promised will be completely far away from you." ”

"Long before the name of Ulysses, nay, before that, everything was predestined. Yulia pursed her pale bloodless lips, "Perhaps it is because it is always unattainable that there is a fluke mentality that should not exist in the warm and ordinary daily life." ”

"Grandpa Franks," the girl paused, although her expression was still as noble and reserved as the snow lotus on the alpine ice field, but the old man could feel the weakness beneath her strong exterior, "Perhaps...... The encounter between my father and my mother was a mistake, and if they hadn't met that day, perhaps my father would have continued to wander between the city-states, and Helmtica would not have been the first target of the Dark Ministers. ”

"Everything today – it won't happen. ”

To this, the elderly bishop was silent.

Can you not regret it, can you not be annoyed-

His colleagues who had worked with him for decades, his apprentices who studied the scriptures under his tutelage, and the hundreds of people up and down the Tower of Supreme, including several other white-robed bishops, were all drawn into the dreams of the Old Dominators the moment the fire was extinguished, and together with their souls and bodies, they were assimilated by the terrifying existence beyond the imagination of mortals, and their bodies were distorted in absolute madness and turned into a wriggling darkness.

If it weren't for Yulia cutting off his connection with the dream in time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been spared.

And this is not just an isolated case that happened to the Tower of the Highest.

The whole of Hemtika, perhaps the lower area blocked by the Wall of Sighs will be slightly better, but the upper area is ...... I'm afraid there won't be a few living people left—the glorious and sword-wielders who are protected by order won't be simply dragged into a dream, but the entire population of nearly 100,000 people in Hemtika, counting the old people who have not yet entered the ground and the children who are still in infancy, I'm afraid there are less than two thousand descendants of glory, and as for the sword-bearers of the Order, after all, they are not fighting at home, even if they don't consider the number of casualties in the previous battle, there are only two hundred and forty people in the full battle.

In other words, the huge Hemtika, at this moment, is only an empty city, a dead city.

It's too heavy for a girl.

However, this is not her fault, let alone a responsibility that she should bear.

So he said, "It's nothing to do with it, it's the Chaos Sect that killed them, it's the Dark Lords - you just didn't succeed in saving them." ”

"No," the delicate and fragile girl's eyebrows raised slightly, "not that she failed to save them, but that she didn't save them." ”

"I had a chance," Yuria's slender, white fingers clenched and then released, "but I didn't make a move—I didn't dare to do it, fearing the will of the Demon Lord to reign above the heavens." ”

You're doing the right thing.

Franks did not utter such words of guidance and encouragement, because he never regarded Julia, who had inherited the name of Ulysses, as a child who needed his guidance and encouragement, but as a lonely person who could shoulder the crown of glory. Therefore, all he could do was sigh and let out a long sigh for the tragedy that had happened in Khmtika.

"You may say that my life is more important than the survival of the whole of Hemtika, but life can never be measured simply by numbers. The girl's weak, boneless little hand gently swept across the darkness in front of her, and she uncandidly lit a flame in the emptiness, and then ...... The long night faded, and the light and heat returned to the earth, "I don't want Amy to be sad, so I will remember the humiliation of today." ”

She nodded quite obediently, and lightly brushed the topic aside.

"I don't want to be forced to wander around like a lost dog like my father," Yulia gently pushed the wheelchair, her eyes pausing in the darkness far away, "I want to have my own life, my own lover, and to be able to spend my life with the people I love - not to live, just to live, to continue the world, to continue the flames, to survive under the pursuit of the Chaos Sect." ”

"Therefore," the girl removed her closed eyes, away from the gaze that had been staring somewhere in the dark, "I intend to cut off all the tentacles that extend from the Chaos Sect - especially ......"

She paused, a considerable amount of indignation in her tone.

—Pandora. ”

As if aware of her gaffe, the conversation stopped abruptly at Pandora, and the remaining half of the sentence "nasty woman" was swallowed directly by her, and it took a while to readjust her mentality, and turned to look at the bishop behind her: "Will you help me?" ”

The elderly bishop of the Order had no objection to this, he simply bowed: "If this is your will. ”

Without too many words, he pushed the wheelchair and took the pale silver-haired girl sitting on the wheelchair and the frost-white flames that haunted her, and headed into the depths of darkness.

Flames illuminate the direction, and the sword slashes through fate.

Nothing more.

The blind nun and the white-robed bishop were engulfed in the endless darkness, the rustle of wheelchairs on the ground was particularly striking in the empty dead city, and I don't know how long it was, after crossing the Avenue of Brulinker and the Third Boulevard, the crystallized earth appeared in the light of the fire.

"That's it," Yulia pressed the armrest of her wheelchair and made a gesture of looking up at a distance, then withdrew the glimmer that was faintly under her closed eyes, and said in a deep tone, "The rest ...... Just let me do it myself."

Franks was no stranger to her, but the person she was going to meet at the moment was not fit to go with him.

Public and private.

The meeting of the white cardinal with the Order with the High Priest of the Temple of Hephaestus is filled with a sense of dissonance, not to mention...... As far as her personal feelings are concerned, she also wants to accompany the elderly person who has dedicated her life to Hermtika on the last journey of her life.

If there is any chagrin, remorse and reluctance for Edgar's endgame, the answer is of course yes - if she had acted earlier, maybe the flame of Hemtika would not have been extinguished, and perhaps Edgar Goldsworthy would not have died because of it, if she could......

But there are no ifs, the will of the Demon Lord is high above the heavens.

Hanging above her head like the sword of Dakomos, she had no doubt that the founder of the Chaos Sect would use the slightest trespass to rain down the wrath of thunder!

It wasn't until shortly before the fire went out that the heavy pressure dissipated after a thunderclap.

She was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

It's a pity...... By then, the dust had settled, and all she could do was see the High Priest of the Temple of Hephaestus one last time, and contribute to the city of Hemtika.

For example-

Temporarily curb the spread of old dreams.

Or...... Beat up a shameless woman.

With childish thoughts in her heart, the girl turned the wheel with a cold face, and slipped on the crystalline land without hurrying through the slope that was sloping due to the decreasing aftermath.

As she approached her destination, she gently pressed the armrest, then lowered herself.

The slender, white fingers probed his pulse.

- Almost nothing.

"Edgar Goldsworthy. ”

She said with a complicated face, and then opened her eyes.

The silver-gray pupils were dim, and the pure and noble spirit of the girl was above the heavens at this moment, reflecting the eternal truth of this world in the deep darkness of the invisible.

Immediately afterwards, the strings that symbolize the law are gently plucked.

The transcendent worldly movement is played by a blind player.

Here—

The world is easier.

Edgar Goldsworthy's injuries were simply and brutally erased—not healed, but a conceptual transition from being to nothing—in other words, the fact that injuries had happened in the past were made easier and erased from the source in that moment.

The present high priest has never been hurt at all, let alone injured.

So, even if his life force had been exhausted in the previous battle, and then he had borne all the pain in Duke's place through a noble sacrifice, and the footsteps of death were close at hand, he could still open his eyes and take one last look at this devastated and barren world.

It's just that it's somewhat unexpected.

What catches your eye is not the cold darkness after the fire is extinguished, but the ...... A familiar and unfamiliar face.

"Sister......

Edgar's voice was a mixture of surprise and surprise, his face wrinkled by dehydration squeezed out a wrinkled smile like an old tree, then stretched out his hand, and then ...... Caught a void.

The passage of life could not be easier, at least for Yulia, it was a forbidden territory that she could not set foot in half-.

So—

The clouds of death have not yet left him, and death will not let go of this noble soul that has been so hard to get his hands on.

All the girl could do was to gently catch his fallen hand, the hand that was as dry as the earth cracked under a long drought, and bowed to it.

Then, the old-looking Edgar Goldsworthy closed his eyes in a sense of serenity.

"Goodbye," Julia Ulysses whispered, bending down with difficulty to fold the hands of the High Priest of the Temple of Hephaestus, and then gazing at his old and unshapeable body, sighed softly, and repeated sadly, "Goodbye...... My uncle. ”

Her face was full of sadness.