The light of the dark light took shape in the dark smoke at a rapid pace, and although it was erratic, the facial features were gradually discerning. The elongated eyes are slightly closed to the ears, and a pair of horns on the head are curved and spiraled to the sides of the head. The hair fell down against his cheeks, and the ends of the hair, the netherworld's light flickered unsteadily.

Under the neck of the skull, the upright collarbone, the plump twin peaks, the slender waist, and the slender limbs were formed in turn. The pair of eyes opened slightly, and the netherworld fire burned in the dark and empty eye sockets.

The shattered iron armor on the ground began to burn, but the flames shone with a blue-purple glow. They were reduced to ashes, floating into the air, and began to reassemble around the body. It seemed that countless sharp horns and scales were connected, tightly wrapping the near-perfect human body.

"It's ...... What?" Claude narrowed his eyes, the shape of the body resembling that of Saqqara, but clearly more delicate.

She ...... From the Netherlands, the evil that lurks in the deepest depths of the Northlands. Evelyn looked disgusted, holding the starlight sword in both hands and standing upright in front of her, and there was no room for slackening in her words, "Strong enemy." I could feel the aura of death emanating from her, far more ferocious than before. I'll hold her back, you guys go!"

"But the waypoint has been destroyed by Saqqara...... Where are we going?" asked Lucian.

"No, I'm not leaving. Lucian, you and Sivir get away!" Claude looked at Lucian with a serious expression, his fists clenched, and he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Now is not the time to argue about this, there should be a few more waypoints in the Northlands. The Ice Blue of the Temple of Glory is desperately searching for our location, and if I can hold on long enough, you will have a chance to return to Queen City. Once there, it's safe for now!!" Evelyn didn't look back, her long hair fluttering in the strong wind. She already knew in her mind that she was not strong enough to defeat the sudden enemy in front of her, and even if she delayed time, she was not sure how far she could go.

"No, every time I make this decision, the result is always bad news, I don't want to lose anyone, especially you!

Claude also followed Evelyn forward, and Sivir shook his head helplessly, repeating "Crazy, crazy!"

"Let's go! You won't listen to me? She's not something we can deal with! I don't know how much time I'll be able to buy, but there's hope! I can die like this, but you can't! Sivir, Lucian, take him away!" Evelyn growled, her left arm reaching out to stop Claude, and even pushing him behind her again and again.

"Evelyn!" Claude called the name stubbornly, struggling to tug at her arm.

Sivir sighed, his eyes closed and opened, and then stepped forward to pull Claude and said, "Listen to her!"

Lucian had no idea, and mechanically stepped forward to grab Claude with Sivir, and the two dragged the stubborn boy back slowly.

"Evelyn!

Claude's legs struggled on the ground, kicking the snowflakes constantly. As his fingertips finally left Evelyn's arm, the red-haired elf couldn't help but look back slightly. There was a slight smile in her eyes, but there was a clear sense of goodbye.

The black shards finally converged on the body, clinging to the netherworld's light and enveloping the already filthy form. The slender eyes opened slightly, and her mouth was about to open, and a white mist like a long-accumulated dust was blown up by the wind, spit out of her mouth, rose and fell. An ancient, pale female voice finally sounded.

"With the body of death, purify the soul of defilement...... My name...... Black...... Pull ......"

"Della?!"

Evelyn was still shocked, and on the ground around her, countless black stone tablets broke through the ground, directly blocking the retreat of Xavier and the others. The stele continued to grow until it burst into the sky and stretched outward.

"What?!"

Evelyn was amazed at the incomparably strong strength of her opponent, who had just gathered to be able to build so many behemoths out of thin air. These huge stone monuments stretch endlessly from east to west, and in the blink of an eye, they are no longer visible.

"It's ...... Black Walls?"

Evelyn's voice trembled a little, she had seen in the books of the Star Elves about the Black City Wall, which was a fortress established by the Legion of Della in the Second Age, blocking the north and south of the Eastern Continent, and legend has it that even the dragon knights could not pass through directly.

"Are you...... Della?" Evelyn asked, plucking up her courage and facing the thing.

"Della" did not answer, she walked straight to the female elf who was questioning with ethereal steps.

"Are you Della?" Evelyn was terrified by her opponent's silence, and her hands couldn't help but grasp the hilt of her sword, and even retreated slightly in fear.

"Della" remained silent, and when she was within arm's length of Evelyn, the latter swung her sword almost with all her might. However, the blade slashed through Della's body like air, and Evelyn staggered forward uncontrollably due to inertia. The scaly arm lifted quickly, and in the next second, the hand was tightly clasped around Evelyn's throat.

"Ahem!"

Evelyn struggled, only the hand was burning and frozen, and the female elf's whole body was spasmed like an electric shock, and the hand holding the sword finally lost its strength and spread out weakly.

"Elven ...... Not...... Corrupted by blood magic...... There is also the blessing of the ancient elves......" The face was clearly smiling, and he looked directly at the "prey" in his hand, "Although it is not the best choice, but ...... I can make do with it as a container for my soul. ”

"Evelyn!" Claude shouted.

Sivir and Lucian hurriedly covered his mouth, close to the black wall. The two men were clearly trembling with fear. It's just spirits, spirits that have just come together. Evelyn had no combat power in front of her, and she was already a winner with just one blow, let alone these three people?

Evelyn even rolled her eyes due to suffocation, and her face was extremely ugly because of the lack of oxygen. She pounded softly with the hand that was holding her throat, but to no avail. Della had read everything out of her body, and as the light in her eye sockets shone again, Evelyn finally lost consciousness, her hands hanging at her sides, her legs limp limp.

Della let go of her hand, and the unconscious body fell to her knees.

"This is just the beginning...... "Della stretched out her arms to face south, and with her muffled voice, black clouds converged in the sky above her, stretching into the endless, completely obscuring the sunlight, and the clouds even shone with a dark purple light. "The Primordial Realm will eventually return, and I am the eternal and immortal being......!"

"Della, is this really the legendary god of the world?" Lucian's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Della, the name that no one wants to mention, the being who once made the world tremble, is now standing there literally, acting recklessly. Although it is only a spirit, the real feeling that makes all life wither, the aura of death spreading, is real and palpable.

"Della, you really won't die easily!"

An ethereal voice rang out, and Della suspended the ritual that had taken over Evelyn's body. No one can read what kind of expression she looks at this time, expectation, or murderous spirit.

"I'm still on this continent, you can't do whatever you want!"

The voice became clearer and clearer, like a dense cloud scattered by a spring thunderbolt. The gentle light shone through the cracks in the dark clouds to the ground, and Claude recognized the voice, a kind voice that he could never forget if he heard it once.

"It's Queen Maridia!" Claude looked excited, looking forward to the light mage appearing in the light.

Sivir and Lucian also hurriedly stood up, and there was nothing more gratifying at this moment than the arrival of the magician who carried the power of the Holy Light.

The white-clothed female elf walked barefoot out of the holy light, her face expressionless, holding a magic staff, and the golden bracelet on her wrist shone with the purest glimmer of light in the Eastern Continent.

"You are just alone, the Spark of Darkness is alone!I swear in the name of the goddess Jana that no matter how many times, no matter how much time, your soul will be banished and sealed again and again!"

Della growled and glared at Maritia, an enemy who had crossed the ages and would die unto death.

"Hmm...... Maritia!You...... I'm going to destroy you! I'm going to destroy you!"

Boom!

The tip of the staff in Maritia's hand shone brightly, shining like the sun, shining straight at Della. The body trembled in the light and began to ethereal again, and the black armor of fish scales began to burn rapidly until it was reduced to ashes.

"In the name of the goddess Jana, I repair the broken seal once more!Your evil has been ended, your demonic heart has been shattered!You cannot find your remnant, you must never try to touch the light of the Eastern Continent!" The light from Marithea's body became more and more dazzling, and she could only see a vague figure in the light.

The sound of thunderous explosions continued to come from within Dela's black armor, and all of them were accompanied by the cracking of the black armor from the inside out. Cracks began to appear in the black walls, and they continued to expand and spread until they spread all over the walls.

"I curse you, curse Queen's City, curse Cana!" Della struggled, writhing strangely, her voice hoarse, and the light of the underworld dimmed.

"I will banish you once again with the power of the Spirit of Light!Buried deep in the extremely cold underground!The Primordial Realm, where no demons will be tolerated!" Maritia held her staff in both hands, leaning forward to point at the withered skeleton that had been wrapped in raging flames.

Boom!

With another loud bang, the remaining armor on Della's spirit exploded completely, and the spirit was unobscured by the light created by Maritia, and it withered at a rapid rate, its arms flexing and stretching weakly again and again. She soon stopped resisting, and the weird smile on her face was faintly recognizable!

"Primordial Boundary...... I created the world!I will come back!The darkness returns, the primordial realm comes!Wait, Maridia, tremble, you can't destroy me with your power, tremble, five, ten, even if it's a hundred years, I'll be back!Until I return, it's the day when Cana is completely destroyed!Hahahahaha......"

The horrible laughter came to an abrupt end with a final loud bang, and the drum spirit vanished through the air. The dark clouds finally cleared, and the sky above the northern land was clear, and the blue sky for a long time was slightly floating like a feather. The black walls finally crumbled with the disappearance of Della, crumbling like a mountain of rocks.

Maritia looked in the direction of the far north and was silent. At that moment, the wails of the dragon knights of the Second Age, the horns of the brave warriors saying goodbye, and the scenes of the warriors' blood flowing back and forth in my mind. The brutality of the divine war is unforgettable, and the scene of the evil pact using the remains of the deceased is vivid.

It was not an easy thing to talk about, and Claude and the others were by Maritia's side, looking at her, thanking her, and praying to her for blessings for the deceased.

"I will bless them, their sacrifice will not be in vain, and they deserve the glory they deserve, whether their lives continue or not. Maritia said calmly, tears glistening in her eyes.

Claude hugged Evelyn tightly, the black handprint on her neck clearly visible. Maritia stared at the siblings, her hand reaching out, and a glimmer of light came out of her palm, drifting gently towards the unconscious red-haired elf.

This is the unique ability of the White Mage, healing. The black handprint faded into disappearance surrounded by these points of light. Evelyn snapped open her eyes after a shudder, gasping for air. She also hugged the red-haired boy next to her, and she was safe in a desperate situation, and it was always difficult for the parties to be calm.

She ...... Will he really come back?" Sivir looked at the smiling Maritia beside him, and there was still a worry on his face that could not be eliminated.

Maritia nodded, and at some point, a few wrinkles were added to the ageless face. It's shallow, but it's there.

Perhaps even Maritia herself could not explain the power of time, which casts dust over everything. And Della's evil lies precisely in the fact that she takes her life and desires for her own use, violating the law that should not be changed.

"I can't get rid of Dela's presence. Decades later, my curse had no effect on her. Until then...... Della will be resurrected again. Maritia said. She put away her staff and made eye contact with Sivir beside her, "We all need to be ready. ”

"O'Gree...... and Lonai...... They ......" Sivir thought of his comrades who had died in battle, and he stopped talking. She avoided Maritia's gaze, something like that was hard to talk about.

Maritia shook her head slightly, her right hand brushing over the two already cold bodies, two pieces of gauze tattooed with the Queen's City logo covering them. Maritia's voice was serene, "I'm sorry, my child. Dark magic is extremely evil, and under the constraints of the soul contract, I can only do to save their bodies from being defiled. But I'm sure you've seen it, and they're the best warriors. The courage to defy death will always be remembered. ”

"So...... When I met Della again...... You're going to lose a lot of people, right?" Lucian asked in a low voice, his head down.

Seeing that the child beside her seemed to be unable to let go, Maritia crouched down and put her hands on Lucian's shoulders, her bright eyes shining with tenderness.

"Kids, we're going to lose a lot of people. That's why we need to glorify the temple and need successors. Because the heirs exist to protect the people and homes we hold dear, am I right?"

"Protection...... But I ...... I can only watch them fall, corrupted by evil, but there is nothing I can do......" Lucian's voice choked, tears even spilling out of his eyes and running down his cheeks.

You'll find out. Maritia stroked Lucian's head lovingly, and she stood up and drew the shape of a door. Patterns crawled all over the door frame against the warm white glow, "Now, let's take them home first......