Mu En didn't know how he got out of the Morning and Dusk Yongding Palace, and the mural that represented the real history didn't attract his attention anymore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't know how to return to the Black and White Academy, and in his hazy memory, only the city of Yuankai illuminated by the fluorescent tree fruit seemed more misty and beautiful.

Lang's exhortation, Frando's inquiry, the sweetness of the sea breeze in the black and white school, the heat of the night, the noisy and glorious avenue, and the sparkling river of flowing gold could not change his consciousness.

He shook like a ghost, his spirit out of his body and drifted away from the place he didn't know, leaving only his body to wander instinctively in the world, until Aya woke him up with the most affectionate kiss.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had returned to the Liujin River again, No. 48.

Aya watched Mu En finally come to his senses, then took his big hand, put it on his slightly bulging abdomen and rubbed it gently, and said, "Do you feel it? This is our child, his heart is pulsating, and his little body is really growing up little by little."

Muen, no matter what difficulties you encounter outside, for the sake of the children, for me, everything will pass. ”

Mu En lowered her head, looking at Aya whose hair was slightly scattered, and her expression was indescribably nervous and mixed with some fear, her heart suddenly frightened, and her state really frightened her.

He stretched out his arms, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "It's me who is not good, I made you worried, it's okay, it's okay, the main impact is a little big, and I haven't come back to my senses."

Alright, let's eat!"

With Aya's wisdom, she didn't ask much, but Mu En cheered up, had dinner with Aya, and washed up, and when she fell asleep, he sat up from the bed again, put on a pajamas, and sat in the study, falling into deep thought.

At this time, the moonlight is thick, the red moon hangs in the sky like a millstone, the crimson light seems to be able to bring a trace of scorching, and the stars are dotted around, twinkling and flashing, densely forming a bright galaxy.

According to this world, the stars in the sky are the projections of the gods who hold up the throne and open up the kingdom of God in the heavenly realm, so the stronger the gods, the stronger the light of the stars, Mu En does not know if this statement is correct, but it is true that the light of the stars today is brighter than a few years ago.

Mu En was in no mood to appreciate such a beautiful view, his eyes were slightly glazed, his thoughts were flying, and he had once again recalled the conversation with His Majesty Asa, the Throne of the Eternal Ruler of Morning and Dusk.

"The world thinks that the greatness and prestige of Augustus have made the 'Golden Heart', and because there are no people outside the blood of Augustus, they can open the ancestral power of the 'Golden Heart', and over time, everyone thinks that the 'Golden Heart' belongs to Augustus alone.

Even if many of the legendary thrones and the Augustans themselves are unclear, but what about the reality?

Only I can know from the long river of history that it is the existence of the 'Golden Heart' that has achieved the greatness of Emperor Gais-Augustus, the glory and longevity of the warriors, and the prestige of Atlantis for 3,000 years. ”

"The foundation of the warrior is hard work, because whether it is skills, ancestral power, or elemental control, in fact, they were all originally developed little by little by the hard work that can help intelligent life break through the limits of the body and move beyond the essence of life.

Many people are saying this sentence, and perhaps every trainer will say it to his apprentice more than once, but a few people know that the blood group that every fighter has is actually a simulation of the 'golden heart'.

In other words, the 'golden heart' is the root and beginning of everything. ”

"My bloodline verification method uses the power of rules to trace the ancestral breath that can be contained in your bloodline.

I can feel the great existence, the majesty and strength that gave you the terrible ancestral inheritance of the 'Golden Heart', which you and I can't imagine, so your 'Golden Heart' is the purest, even if it is not much better than the original Gas the Great. ”

"However, you don't have the slightest Augustan breath in your blood, nor the breath of this world, you are indeed not the bloodline of Augustus, and even, as you yourself say, you do not belong to this plane at all. ”

"You have inherited a bloodline that is as great and ancient as Augustus, but it is not Augustus. ”

His Majesty's words were gentle and complex, and in fact, even he, despite this conjecture, had never encountered a non-Augustan bloodline who could awaken the 'Golden Heart' after this long life until now.

He now shattered not only the world's perceptions, but also the truths that his Augustan clan had long adhered to.

Mu En was shocked by the throne's words, but all this was not as big as the impact of the last sentence.

With some hesitation, and with a little uncertainty, but in the end, His Majesty Asa, the Throne of the Eternal Determination of Morning and Dusk, still said firmly: "If, what I said if, if you have really opened the same ancestral power three times as Lan Rose said, if you have really cultivated the 'Golden Heart' to the third layer.

So, you should get information about a certain race from the power of your ancestors, and I want to ask, is that?"

"What you said was ......" Mu En instinctively took over the following words, the first sentence was in Viku language, but in the latter sentence, he opened his mouth and said in some kind of inexplicable holy voice that could almost shake the soul:

"Wu!"

Time seemed to stop, space seemed to freeze, and Mu En only remembered that His Majesty the Eternal Stator of Morning and Dusk had become as depressed as he was.

Remembering this, Mu En couldn't help shaking his head, as if he wanted to expel those haunting memories and focus on the current situation in front of him.

Now that His Majesty has confirmed that he is not of Augustan descent, he now has to think about what to do next.

I have to say that in the three thousand years of the decline of the elemental tide, after the decline of the power system represented by wizards, on the continent of Atlantis, Augustus is the oldest and most glorious surname, there is no one, it is the convergence of almost all glory, it is the existence revered by all intelligent life, it is orthodoxy, it is righteousness, and it is the right direction that does not need to be said.

With the relationship between Viku and the Atlantic continent, if there is no banner of this glorious gathering, it is basically impossible to merge.

Mu En has been told by countless people that he belongs to the Augustan clan, although he is not confident in his heart, but he has not wavered, after all, this is a glorious surname through the ages!

But now it has been proved that everything is an illusion, and all preparations based on his Augustan blood have collapsed.

First of all, the throne task was naturally canceled, and His Majesty the Violent Hurricane Throne was equivalent to losing without a fight, and all the blame for this was naturally borne by him, and whether His Majesty recognized him as an apprentice or not was already two words.

Secondly, without the throne mission, the conditions that were once promised naturally do not exist, that is, His Majesty the throne will not do anything for him again, so he must find another help. But on the Viku continent, His Majesty the Throne of the Violent Hurricane, is there still a force in the entire continent that he can borrow?

There is also the follow-up development of the Glorious Legion, the financial sources, the direction of future progress, his own itinerary, the direction of cultivation, and how to explain to the teacher Koren and Uncle Nuke who helped him, etc., all of which need to be carefully considered by him.

It was only then that he realized that it seemed that he had been preparing for the task of this throne for the past few months, and the behavior of the Atlanta continent was at the core, so that he was a little overwhelmed by the sudden changes now.

The night passed in thought, and when the sky shone with a slight light, Mu En quietly returned to the bedroom, he didn't want Aya to worry, so he lay on the bed again.

At this time, it was the moment when heaven and earth alternated, and it was the darkest, but Mu En had already left the realm of relying entirely on light to see, and he could see the sleeping Aya frowning slightly, looking at her slightly bulging lower abdomen under the futon.

He suddenly smiled, and it was the same sentence: There is a child, there is her, no matter what the situation, just face it.

It was as if he had let go of a heavy burden, and he actually slept soundly.

The next day, Cologne, Nuke, Steelbeard, and even Shazo, Reddy, Brad, and the others who knew the inside story had gathered very early, and they were waiting for news from Muen, and after eating a sumptuous breakfast served by the Cookie Hut, just as Muen was about to confess to them, Frando came, and he brought the edict of the throne.

His Majesty the Throne of the Eternal Ruler of Dawn and Dusk has recognized Mu'en's status as an Augustan descendant.

Throne Mission, the return of Atlanta project has officially begun.

In just one or two days, Mu En will leave for the Atlanta continent, Grand Duke of Rose, and there will naturally be a guide for him there.

The throne ordered Mu En and tonight to go to the realm of time and space to make a final explanation.

Everyone was nervous with a little excitement, this seemed to be the beginning of the path of glory, including Aya put down the burden in his heart, and when Xia Zuo, Brad, and Asso looked at Mu En, they couldn't help but stand up straight, their faces were full of red light, and there was countless respect in their eyes when they looked at Mu En.

In this life, being able to follow an Augustan descendant and raise that glorious banner again is enough for them to have no regrets in this life.

Only Mu En's eyes were glaring, as if he had seen a ghost.

There was only one thought in his head: This is really a divine turn!

The city of Yuankai, the palace of eternal ding in the morning and dusk, in the studio.

His Majesty Asa, the Eternal Morning and Dusk, held his paintbrush in the air, and he couldn't fall for a long time, and his mind was full of the word that Mu En had vibrated in an inexplicable language—Wu! He hoped to leave that image on the canvas by the power of his throne, but his hands and feet were so heavy that he couldn't fall.

After a long time, he suddenly dropped his paintbrush and smiled.

"I didn't seem to have made it clear to him yesterday, and I don't know if this kid will be scared to death. ”

Although he thought so, he was not embarrassed at all, but gloated with schadenfreude on his face. But as he looked at the canvas again, the smile on his face suddenly faded again.