"Filin, when you come back, maybe I'll become an official magician!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Rodlis hurriedly joked.

Fei Lin smiled reluctantly, slapped the magic apprentice's chest hard, and said, "The future great magician, I know~".

"Maybe I'll grow a lot when I return to the Imperial Capital, right?" Fei Lin turned and muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear him.

Filin tightened his bags and walked towards the door with a determined step.

"Lord Duke, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Roland opened the curtain with his hand, looked at Filmin with a smile, and said gently: "Get in the car, we still have a long way to go." ”

The coachman wielded his whip feebly, whipping softly on his horse's back, and within an hour their convoy was out of the walls of the Grande.

Through the narrow window, Fei Lin looked at the murky river under the drawbridge, and the strange sight in front of him finally made his heart begin to feel uneasy.

Their mission was to safely transport ordnance to the front. Perhaps it was the reason that it was full of armor and weapons, and the long convoy did not move fast.

The wheels stumbled over the uneven ground.

——

It was late at night, and the convoy stopped at a clearing next to the avenue to rest.

The Duke and Filin sat down near the avenue, with two guards taking turns keeping vigil.

Laughter faintly rang out in Film's ears, an iron pot had been placed on the fire, and the rich fish soup was steaming.

The soldiers sat around the fire drinking hot soup, and the silence of the night was broken by the sound of laughter and swearing.

Roland asked his attendant to take out some jerky and brown bread, and he walked over to Filin and sat down, breaking the long strip of bread in half, without the slightest aristocratic shelf.

He handed one of them to Filin and said kindly, "Give—it may not taste good, but it will fill your stomach at best." ”

Filin took the bread and politely said thank you. However, he looked absent-minded, looking up at the dark sky, obviously lacking any appetite.

It was a starless night, with only a crescent moon passing through the clouds.

"What's wrong with all of a sudden?" asked Roland.

"Thank you, Lord Duke......" Fei Lin reached out to take the fish soup, but did not mean to drink it, but sighed softly and gently placed it on the ground.

Seeing this, Roland felt bored, and no longer continued to ask, and the atmosphere around him became a little awkward.

The exuberant light of the fire reflected Fei Lin's delicate face, and he stared at the churning bubbles in the fish pot, and was stunned to himself.

It was only after a while that he suddenly came to his senses. Only to find that except for the soldiers who were on vigil, the rest of the people had returned to their tents to rest.

As if something was driving him, he removed his bag from his back and pulled out Assassin's Creed.

He brushed his fingers over the old cover, and by the faint light of the fire, he flipped through it.

"We hide in the darkness, but we serve the light.

We are messengers of light and shadow, mindful of the Assassins' creed. ”

Filin was looking down in deep thought, not wanting the Assassin's Creed in his hand to slip suddenly. He hurriedly picked it up and found that the words on it had been distorted!

"What's going on?!" Fei Lin felt a wave of dizziness in front of him, and it took a while for his vision to return to clarity.

He was amazed to find that the original words seemed to have been stripped away, and only now did the real handwriting appear.

"I have tried my whole life to live a wonderful life, like an ethereal carrier pigeon, but I have not been able to understand the meaning of life.

Eventually, here I discovered this strange truth.

I live to deliver a message, a message that I will never understand.

Who are we, and who are we so attached to God to share each other's stories?

- Such a dialogue through time and space?

Maybe only you can solve all the doubts in my heart.

Maybe you are the only one who can prove that all the hardships and dedication I have gone through are worth it in the end.

”

——

September 16, 773 Randolph calendar, Isle of Shadows.

Shadow Isle is sparsely populated, in the middle of the Starfall Continent and the Strait of Death.

Edward made his way through the dark forest, searching for Brandon.

There was no living breath in the forest, only thorns everywhere, and passers-by would become entangled in thick vines if they were not careful.

"Brandon, where the hell is that?!" Edward's face was pale, a little breathless.

He fled the battlefield at the cost of betrayal, but now he can't even find his shadow!

"Huh?!" Edward noticed something strange and suddenly froze in the air.

The space not far away began to fluctuate, and the next second, the black robe loomed.

"Merlin, why did you come to Shadow Isle?" Edward's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Could it be that Caesar ...... Have you already taken Blizzard?"

The magician flashed in front of him in an instant, nodding slightly in affirmation.

"What about Sloane?"

The corners of Merlin's mouth moved, and he said lightly: "It is said that at the moment when the city was broken, he left the nobles in the north and fled alone. ”

Sloane, who single-handedly established the Knights of the Wind and Snow, actually gave up resistance so quickly. This was something Edward never expected.

"What, Brandon isn't on Shadow Isle?" Merlin held out his right hand and grabbed it out of thin air, his dark green wand glowing softly.

Edward didn't speak, silently waiting for the results of the probing magic.

After a few seconds, the light faded.

"He's not on the island!" Merlin said in surprise.

"How is that possible?!" Edward was taken aback and said, "Could it be that Diana also left the Shadow Isle?!"

"So what do we do now?" Edward said in a low tone, looking down at the dark bushes.

"For some reason, the magic mark that had been made on Brandon was erased. Now we have to go our separate ways. ”

Merlin waved his wand as he spoke, the space was suddenly torn open by a dark rift, and the two figures were instantly sucked in.

"You go back to the Starfall Continent, and I'll go to the Death Strait to find him. Merlin said lukewarmly.

Edward immediately interrupted the magician, "No! the Strait of Death is a storm-stricken land. Even if your magic is as powerful as yours, it won't last long. ”

"Don't forget that I still have it. ”

The corners of Merlin's mouth raised a hint of pride, and he saw that the coat of arms on his chest flowed with golden fighting energy, and a magic book appeared in his hand - it was the embrace of the magic guide!

Edward's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "It seems that you have gained a lot from going to the north with Caesar this time." ”

"Then it's decided. Seeing that Merlin's figure was about to disappear, Edward suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party firmly.

Merlin frowned, "Edward, what are you doing?"

"I'd better go, Brandon won't want to see you......" Edward said, his expression gloomy.

"......?!" Merlin looked at the other in disbelief.

"Uh-huh......" Before he could finish speaking, Edward's figure disappeared in place.

Merlin looked up and was about to say something more, only to see that the black clothes had already stepped away.

The magician's heart shook suddenly, and for some reason a sense of foreboding swelled up.

"Brandon, you must be on the other side of the Death Strait.

It makes sense that my magic mark loses its effect.

But why did Edward ...... Did you arrange it on purpose?

”

Merlin seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

——

In the middle of the sea, the Temple of the Moon Shadow.

The milky white stone pillars support the massive top floor of the temple and blend in with the flat floor.

The stone slabs are carved with many carvings of angels and gods, and the surface overflows with psychedelic brilliance.

"Whew~ Finally found. Brandon's spear-wielding figure appeared over the temple, a white robe dancing in the wind.

I saw that his figure moved, and in an instant he was standing in front of the gate of the temple.

Brandon looked at the hidden breath and saw the scene inside the temple.

The crimson carpet stretched from the doorway to the deepest part, with a raised stone staircase at the end.

And on top of that high platform, there is a lilac stone seat.

There was no sound in the empty hall, only deathly silence.

"Impossible...... How could there be no one here?" Brandon was secretly startled, quickly thinking about the current situation.

I obviously sensed that there were extremely strong energy fluctuations here, but I didn't find any life at the moment!

Brandon took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

A milky white fighting aura began to flow from his body, and the color became thicker and thicker, until it formed a white shield that enveloped the whole person.

At this moment, everything seems to stand still. Brandon didn't move, only time passed quietly with an imperceptible breath.

“......”

"Drink!" Brandon let out a roar of rage, his eyes snapping open.

I saw that the white fighting qi like a silkworm cocoon on his body suddenly exploded, and his shirt was torn to pieces in an instant under the action of the powerful fighting qi!

Brandon's pupils have turned a golden color, and they are exuding a power like substance, and the scene in front of him at this moment is completely different from before!

What's even more unbelievable is that on his bare back, there is a pair of two-meter-long white wings!

The wings were delicate and white, without a trace of impurities. At this moment, it was like fresh snow, trembling slightly behind Brandon.

Stepping into the Sanctuary is the dream of every cultivator of magic or martial arts, but it is not the highest level that can be attained.

According to common sense, as long as a cultivator's strength reaches the ninth order, it can be regarded as officially stepping into the holy realm.

However, even if you look at the entire Star Fall Continent, there are very few powerhouses.

This not only requires the cultivator to have extremely high talents, but also needs to be constantly tempered before he can get a glimpse of the realm of the gods.

Although the Sanctuary is not the pinnacle of power, it has reached the peak of the earthly world!