Augustine struggled out of the still-bloodthirsty Winter Crown magic circle, and sat on the edge of the tomb of St. Carol, his almost dry heart beginning to regain life, this is a good phenomenon to be thankful, the separation of soul and body is not pleasant, but this long adventure seems to be worth it at the moment, the ocean of consciousness is imprinted with six mirror images, three with different degrees of clarity, namely, the war maidens who fell en masse in Ragnarok, they are the guards of the temple of the heroic soul of the god Saint Or, who fell like a flock of winter birds with broken wings in the war, and a spear of St. Nukis, which was left at the bottom of a lake in Kamyo and inserted into the body of an unknown heroThe last piece is relatively vague, a three-eyed red dragon statue that does not inhabit the dragon's lair according to common sense, but is entrenched on the top of the majestic structure of the underground giant city, its size and divinity can be compared to the frost Capella that still soars in the sky, Augustine is sure that he has not seen any patterns and descriptions of it from any historical sources, Augustine can only speculate that he has been with the war maid, The ancient hero who was assassinated by the spear of St. Nurkis had a conversation with the red dragon with an extra eyeball on his forehead, but the details of the process have been erased from memory, and as for more forgetting, like a paradox, Augustine may not have known in his life, and to come back alive is already the pillar of light that has benefited from St. Urban.

As for when the other three mirror images will be unveiled, Augustine can't get an answer, looking at the winter crown in front of him, a little bitter, this is the sequelae, this forbidden magic array, in the next few years, it will need to be constantly blood-fed, once terminated, life and soul will be forcibly pulled into the unknown plane, becoming the food of some orderly devils and chaotic evil spirits, Augustine smiled, stretched out a slightly trembling arm, now this kind of trivial matter can no longer be troubled, isn't it just a regular supply of blood, a painless and easy thing, Augustine looked down at the left arm engraved with heraldry, and the veins flowed with gold-colored light, Because he was influenced by the magic teacher when he was a child, he was a left-hander, and at that time, he was imprisoned by the Möbius ring as a nuclear weight, and he did not have a pious desire to take a few more steps on the road of magic, but simply wanted to live a few more years, and many small habits were forced to develop, such as the habit of using the most inconspicuous reed leaves for bookmarks, and the apprenticeship in childhood was completely a history of blood and tears. Lying on the floor, Augustine began to calculate the most tangible reward: the thickness of life compensated by the soul, which was the original intention of activating the Winter Crown. On the sobbing plains of the Muse Continent, the shaman burned life with the soul as the medium, was slashed by the orc swordmaster, and the jerky veins were transmitted, and the ravines of life were sewn up, not only filled, but also like a mountain peak rising from the ground, out of the imagined scope of shrinking the hourglass, like completely replacing a larger capacity leak but a smaller solid hourglass. This feeling, there is an unreal abundance of satisfaction, stronger than the release of the nuclear weight brought by the Holy Descent of St. Urban, so hot that the timid Augustine wants to go to the ancestral temple to demolish the house, Augustine raised his arms, clenched his fists, and said: "Come back alive." ”

Augustine stood up, walked to the corner of the room and put on his clothes, and subconsciously touched his heart, which began to beat abnormally, almost the "dormant" of the Knight of the Holy Coffin The frequency is that the winter crown follows a very strange rule, not according to the greatest equality of this plane, just like rolling hexahedral dice with an unknown gambler, Augustine's dice are only one, three, five, and the other party is two, four, six, Augustine votes twice, symbolizing the payment of double sacrifice, and the latter who has the initiative only votes once, which means return, Augustine figured it out, he probably voted two threes and lost a six, it was the gift of St. Urban, that forced the balance of fate to be balanced, but this kind of luck, even if not according to Miss Russell's so-called law of opportunity compensation, will not be there again。 Augustine got dressed, pushed open the door, and saw the little queen sitting in the corridor against the wall, with a tragic seppuku rabbit puppet under her buttocks, and was reading "Flowers and Blood" that finally saw the first page, which was full of regrets for her reading the book backwards, the Lori housekeeper jumped up and circled around him a few times, not fat or thin, nor the scene of being covered in blood in her imagination, and the first sentence was full of the little lady's resentment: " Augustine, you said you were going to transfer the Ice Carol Crest to me, when are we going to dig hammers in the Temple of Thor in the wasteland? I've been waiting for you for two years! I've even got a shovel ready!"

Augustine pretended to be stupid and said, "I'm sorry, the sacrifice of the Winter Crown is part of my memory, I forgot to tell you that I was going to explore the Thor Temple." ”

Personally built the family into the Guhima Dynasty, and then with the little queen who led the dynasty to decline, screamed: "You can forget such an important thing?!"

Augustine explains, "The more important the memory, the more likely it is to be sacrificed. ”

Miss Elizabeth gritted her teeth and gnawed on "Flowers and Blood", and Augustine laughed: "Lie to you, wait a few years, and then bring a shovel to dig." ”

The two of them walked in the corridor covered with the dead branches of the ancient tree of life, asking questions and answering one another.

"How many years can you live now?"

"Normal, to live to the age of St. Jerome. ”

"And can you beat the old Arcanist now?"

"Of course I can't. And, why did I fight with my godfather's teacher?"

"Oh. In other words, you can't beat that black sheep now, and I still want to dig the hammer and carry it with you to trouble him. ”

"Say it again, please. ”

"Ahh

“......”

"Is the Coffin Knight? Creed-level Assassin?"

"No, but it's no longer a luxury, and there is a possibility. It seems that it is wise to give up the apex of these types of careers and choose to study full. According to conservative estimates, the Knights of the Holy Coffin and the Creed Assassins can only achieve one at most. ”

"It's good, I'm almost up to speed with what I'm doing now. And what have you seen on this trip to hell?The highest fallen angel?Did the long-tailed Hades see it?Did the pregnant titan in the cage see it?The father of the hammer master, the god Odin?"

"If I want to witness these faces, I will only have a 1 in 10,000 chance unless I sacrifice my soul and my life, and I am fiercely favored by the goddess of fate, and I am personally guided by a being like St. Urban. ”

"And what exactly do you see?"

"It may be that my grandfather's last royal scepter authorization had a certain effect, and I saw the war maidens in the Holy O God. Plus the half of the Nibelon heart, and an ancient red dragon, its forehead seems to be inlaid with the eyes that Odin took the initiative to cut out back then, this is just my speculation, there is no basis. These two mirrors don't seem to make much sense. Unless I can find the graveyard skeleton of the war maid, as for the dragon, I don't think it's better to disturb its sleep. As for the last piece of the mirror image that has been wiped clean, it is more realistic, before helping you dig the hammer, you can go to Lake Fermat of the Kamiao Empire, but it is the largest inland lake, the treasure at the bottom of the lake, the spear of St. Nukis, the masterpiece of human smelting that pierced the hearts of countless dragons in front of the "Commandments of Moses", in the mirror, this gun is inserted in the bones of a sage, and the identity is unknown. ”

"Are the war maid's boobs big?"

"It's huge. ”

"Then forget about this meaningless mirror image. I'm not interested in the gun of St. Nurkis or something, it's too inconsistent with the identity of a lady of celebrity. ”

"Carrying a Thor's hammer about your height is suitable?"

"Not compliant?!"

"Well, that's a good fit. ”

"You're a liar. ”

"I'm sincere. ”

"It sounds like you're still reluctant to dig a hammer for me. ”

"This young lady, don't forget that the more than twenty copper plates you bought for the shovel were still in my pocket!"

"Don't talk about that, Augustine, you are a rich man now, and you have to show the heart of a rich man. Or if you look at how you ended a wonderful trip in two years, only two years, I thought it would take you at least ten years. Oh, I see, it's because of her. You are so generous, for her sake, you don't even want to bring the heart of the Nibelon with you this sacrifice, but you remember even a few copper plates so clearly to me!"

"It's twenty-four copper plates. ”

"I bite you?"

"Then I'm sure I'll kick you. ”

"Then take me with you when you go to County Juan. ”

"Okay, provided you pay me back the copper plate. ”

After a fight, Augustine returned to his study, and after haggling, Butler Lori haggled down the twenty-four copper plates, and happily returned to the honey bed, ready to go with the miser to the Night's Watch headquarters. It's a sad thing to accidentally see the last page of the next volume of "Flowers and Blood", but Augustine is back, and the little queen is in a good mood. Augustine painted the image of the red dragon in his study, wanting to show it to Ulise, who had the most mixed knowledge, to see if there were any valuable clues. Magicians are born copyists, compared to those brilliant genius painters in the history of painting, sketching skills are not inferior, the difference is only imagination, but there is no shortage of great painters among magicians, there is a family rich in strange magicians, there is a generation of magicians who can make countless ladies and ladies willingly strip naked and be depicted, it is said that this magician who is so withdrawn that he refuses to enter the Mayan temple, his paintings can delay the passage of youth, Augustine is of course skeptical of this legend, but does not deny that the reason why magic can be so powerful that it rises to the height of equality with theology above philosophy, is this labyrinth with almost no exit, contains immeasurable treasures, when the magic writing movement in the struggle with the dragon for dominance, the creation of the most primitive magic four palaces, at the end of the brilliant masterpiece of the collection of masterpieces still in the most calm tone to tell future generations: This is the end of the book, but the beginning of your path. Augustine had just not drawn the last dark eyeball of the red dragon, he stopped the crow pen in his hand, which was most suitable for detailed painting, and Ulise slowly walked into the study, looking at the long-lost chessboard opponent, half-squinting, did not take the initiative to speak, but Augustine took the lead in handing out the half-finished drawing, and asked, "Help me see this dragon." ”

Ulise took the papyrus, thought for a moment, and said hoarsely: " You drew one less eye, the eye originally belonged to a certain saint-European god, meaning darkness, the dragon was originally a servant of Mount Olympia, the most direct enemy of the saint-European god war maidens, most of the surviving dragons did not get what they deserved, but this saint-Jung Finnish red dragon is an exception, it got its own spoils, but at the same time it was framed by the cunning Olympian gods, from the lord of the sky to the guardian of the dark city, if the nine-headed dog of hell El Beiga is the gatekeeper of Hades, Jung Finland is the dungeon, in our plane where the gods have fallen or left, it and the other six gatekeepers are one of the few powerful beings who can really get in touch。 Augustine, you're talking to the Red Dragon on this long journey?"

Augustine did not answer the question, took back the drawings, and said, "I'm glad I didn't hear too much of you from Elizabeth's mouth." ”

The one-eyed sturdy man smiled frankly, "If you come back later, I can't guarantee it." ”

Augustine thought about it, and simply sent the drawings directly to the deputy commander.

Was it a meeting in a peaceful atmosphere?

Ulise walked out of the study with the image of the red dragon, looked down at his trembling hands, and sighed: "Sad, the game is out of balance so quickly? The days ahead will not be easy, the opponent is already a perfect combination of a young version of the old man and the divine spear. ”

After laughing at himself, the one-eyed dragon smiled, "Turing, if you visit Shinege now, can you still leave?" He now has an abyssal aura that can make people feel desperate, mixed with too much irritability and chaos, and he can suppress it, if it were me, he would have wanted to destroy this world a long time ago." ”

The man who liked to grow red roses walked on the way to the Garden of Eden and continued to say to himself: "The vitality of obsidian flowers is really not ordinary. What a growing monarch, I can't help but praise you, Augustine. ”

On the same day, a horse-drawn carriage with a gold balance badge drove out of Black Swan Lake and headed for the provincial border of Juan County.

Behind him was a group of undead knights shrouded in wide black robes.

The Order of the Newborn, for the first time, officially declared war on the three major institutions of the Congregation of the Sacraments.