There was a sentence that his mother wanted to say about Norman, but now he would hear it when he opened his mouth, so he could only hold it back, and then continue to grit his teeth and endure the painful torture.

His spirit was greatly oppressed by an inexplicable force, his feet were burned by the flames as if they were already flowing oil, and in addition to this, he had to try to concentrate on seeing Isabella when his body and mind were under great light, collecting data on her, listening to Lancelot's words, and then guiding Isabella to move around with him......

Norman felt like he was going crazy, and this time it was much more painful than when he was a kid and was harassed by those barrages of barrage day and night.

And Isabella, who was standing in front of Norman, was silent.

Although she is not Norman, she doesn't know how much pain he has, but she can understand a thing or two from Norman's expression. Especially when she stood so close, she felt it more deeply than everyone else: not only could she see Norman's twisted and painful expression, but she could also hear Norman's clenched teeth and the grinding of his teeth, and the sound of Norman's heavy bellows-like breathing was heard in her ears clearly.

Norman's face was already red, his forehead was bruised, his eyes were wide open, and there were clear bloodshot in his eyeballs, all of which made Isabella clearly feel how painful the man in front of her was, but he just didn't stop.

Although his movements were slower than at first, he still moved step by step, using his hands hard and carefully guiding her to move with him.

This shook Isabella's heart greatly, she had never seen such a person in her short life up to this point.

But that's not the end of the story, as Norman continues to move, his body changes.

The first to notice this change was Isabella, who was standing across from Norman, and she was the first to notice that Norman's face was slightly different.

At first, she thought it was her own delusion, but as Norman moved step by step, she realized that it wasn't.

Norman's face is really changing.

Little by little, he matured, and it seemed like with every step he took, he grew up a little bit.

At the same time, outside the aetheric labyrinth

"The movement is getting louder and louder......"

Stanley closed his eyes and said slowly.

The whole process does not end after the mage casts the spell, most of the spells will still have a mental connection with the caster after they are cast, which is the key to the mage can control spells such as the Ice Dagger to fly out accurately to kill the enemy.

And now, Stanley senses that the aetheric labyrinth is trembling, but the spatial lock is not moving.

The mysterious man in the envoys was indeed cracking the labyrinth of the ether, with a spell that was not part of a space spell.

Stanley pondered for a while, racking his brains and couldn't figure out what way to break the Aether Labyrinth without using space spells, so he finally had to give up, opened his eyes, looked in the direction where the envoys disappeared, and said to the two people beside him: "That person is cracking the Aether Labyrinth, and I can sense that the Labyrinth is unstable." ”

The brown-haired young man was a top general, but he was only a third-rate black-robed mage in terms of spells, he didn't understand what Stanley meant, and the other five-short figure was a pure knight, he didn't know anything about magic, and it was impossible to understand Stanley's words.

Eventually, it was the brown-haired young man who asked, "Then can they crack this spell?"

He doesn't care about the process, he just wants to know the result.

Stanley shook his head, "I don't know, the only thing I know is that if this continues to shake like this, the aether labyrinth will likely fall apart." ”

The brown-haired young man breathed for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly turned his head to look in the direction where the envoys had disappeared.

The lazy expression that had always existed on his face was gone, and the confident expression of everything under control gradually faded, his face was solemn, his eyes were thoughtful, and he began to think about the next countermeasures.

After a while, the brown-haired youth pointed to the place where the envoys had disappeared and asked, "If this spell is broken, will they come out of there?"

Stanley only shook his head.

"No one has ever been able to leave the Aether Labyrinth with spells that have nothing to do with spatial teleportation, so I don't know where they'll emerge from if they do come out. ”

The brown-haired youth was silent.

......

"You're getting old......"

Isabella looked at Norman for a long time, and finally said this tremblingly.

Now Norman looks like he is already forty or fifty years old.

Norman had so many things to pay attention to and endure that he didn't even notice what Isabella was saying in front of him, and it was only after Isabella said it again that he finally heard it.

Because there are no mirrors, Norman can't see what he looks like now, and he can only judge by looking at his hands.

Indeed, his hand was wrong.

His hands were like all eighteen-year-olds, his skin was smooth and elastic, and his hair was vigorous and vigorous, but now the skin on his hands was obviously withered and dull, and the hair on his hands was soft and even a little yellow.

Norman's heart tightened.

Under these circumstances, if he becomes an old man of seventy or eighty years old, then what is the point of getting out alive? In that case, even if he goes out, he will die of old age in less than a few days!

Lancelot also noticed the change in Norman, and said excitedly: "Your rapid aging shows that time and space have become more and more closely combined here, that is to say, our direction is not wrong, we are getting closer and closer to the key node of this time and space! Hold on, Norman! Work harder, and you will be able to get out in no time! At that time, the huge change in space will turn back time, and all your current abnormalities will be restored!"

Turning back in time?

Norman never imagined anything like this to happen.

But since Lancelot said it, he can only believe it, and besides, is there a way out for him now?

Reality didn't give Norman much time either, and the boundless pressure of his mind and the constant burning pain in his feet made Norman's mind quickly return to the aetheric labyrinth.

Keep going!

Norman's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth in support and continued on Lancelot's instructions.

And the others had seen the anomalies in Norman.

They watched Norman grow from a stocky young man, to a mature man, then to an uncle, and finally to a wrinkled old man with gray hair.

But he didn't stop, he still persisted.

For them, Norman was not only burned by the flames, but now he has dedicated his youth and his life.

It was a shocking experience to witness a man's rapid transformation from an eighteen-year-old man to a gray-haired old man, and to see firsthand how Norman burned his own life and illuminated their path.

This scene hit everyone's soul, and the women in the array couldn't help but shed silent tears, and more people looked more solemn.

Someone wanted to kneel down as a way to show his heartfelt reverence and gratitude for the leader, but Dominic's knights interspersed with the array played a role and stopped them.

"We have to follow in his footsteps and leave, and don't let his sacrifice go to waste, which is the best gratitude to him. ”

The knight said with tears in his eyes......

There is no scheming, no mutual complaining, no fear, no greed, and everyone's hearts are purified and cleansed at this moment. Regardless of whether these people were knights, mages, nobles, or commoners before, now they all have only one identity.

The glorious follower of this great light.