There was absolute darkness all around.

The darkness embedded itself in his cold embrace, and he closed his eyes, and slumbered—awake—painfully asleep—dazedly awake......

Yiqiē was so confused, he curled up, his mind full of unclear pasts. The familiar red, the nagging mother's behold, the father's kind but somewhat tired back, Damien's crisp child's voice, the jingle of Mastma's saber on the ground, Fislo's stiff and resolute face, Orka's long braids, Swu's shiny black cape, Magnus's greatsword, Guvalo's vine scepter, Ben Leon's lion-headed sword, Sheila's crimson curls, Akayl's flattering laughter, the dark magician's flaming eyes......

A qiē disappeared abruptly, and a qiē calm all melted and disappeared in the purple blood light...... Mom and Damien struggle in the firelight with their last looks, Dad's afterimage of his ashes in the light of creation, Fislot is impaled by several heavily armored soldiers, Mastema falls in a pool of blood in front of Akayl, Orka is violently teleported away by Siu and disappears into the breath of the onyx dragon, Orka clutches at the broken stone wall with gray-purple blood on his hands, Magnus smashes Guvallo's last defenses, Ben Leon's heavy sword pierces Magnus's chest......

The darkness turns blood-red, and it returns to darkness again, and the cycle repeats......

Ding――

There was absolute silence, no longer perceivable in his ears - he was awakened by the slightest sound.

It's still dark, absolutely. But it's no longer as pure it once was.

His sour citrine-colored eyes opened, and in front of him was a blood-red, and he knew who he was.

He is Lovien von Braddymun. The last Supreme of the Blood Moon Clan, the Captain of the Third Army who betrayed the Dark Mage, confronts the Dark Mage's retreat against the notion of the invincible powerhouse.

Blood splattered, the Doomsday Scepter snapped in his own crazy laughter, and the essence shield turned into a bits of purple light, and his whole body was stained with blood, breaking through the Black Mage's defenses again and again. Pierced by his dark chains again and again, he rushed again and again with the scepter of Doom -

Eventually, life burst into flames. He abandoned the Doomsday Scepter and the Essence Shield, which represented the strongest essence cultivators, and finally blasted away at his former loyalists with a fist that abandoned a qiē hope and a memory of the world.

The power exploded, and he could feel his arms shattering inch by inch, his wings being torn apart under the fiery energy. The hot air flow suddenly ignited his internal organs from the inside out. He knew he had ruined Miè. disappeared, and the qiē that he left in the world will only be the memory of the enemy from now on. In the end, after the hatred boiled and exploded, he still did not destroy the enemy in front of him, but he had a clear conscience and he had done his best. He chose his right direction......

If you're dead, or are you still alive? If you're in another world. Why is there no laughter from Mom and Damian, why is there no encouragement from Dad?

So he knew that he was still alive. The self-righteous action of death was still unsuccessful. He stretched out his stiff arm and touched something in front of him—cold and hard, what seemed to be the familiar chalk.

"-Ding-"

The voice was much clearer, and he was sure that his once deaf ear was not wrong, and he stretched out his hand with all his might, and the stone face in front of him seemed to loosen slightly.

“...... It's so full of energy, and by this time tomorrow, we'll be able to meet the targets for this quarter. ”

"yes, I didn't expect this mineral deposit to be rich in so much energy......"

This is human language, but the grammar of this language is somewhat different from what I remember, it is more concise and clear, and it is less obscure than it once was.

He didn't know anything about the condition of his body, in fact, he couldn't feel any essence in his body at all. He writhed in the small space, punching hard upwards.

"What sound?" a middle-aged human voice wondered.

"There seems to be movement in this vein. Another human speculated.

Lovian tapped the top, his arm aching, but he still held on. He doesn't know what the purpose of this is, it's just the most instinctive action of life.

A human picked up a shovel and struck it on the stone wall above him. The dust fell, and Lovian covered his nose and coughed, and he suddenly found himself so thirsty that there was no saliva in his mouth.

The blinding light pierced through the darkness, and Lovian closed his eyes still in agony—he found that his eyes were no longer as luster they had been. He covered his eyes and struggled to his feet.

"This, this, this...... Is this a person?"

Another man looked at him in astonishment, and the other said thoughtfully, "Don't be too surprised, a few days ago, a group of prehistoric bats were dug up in the No. 4 mining area -- if this person is a living person, then he must be hundreds of years, or even thousands of years ago!

Lovian barely understood what he was saying, still covering his eyes with his hands, even though the mine was dimly lit. He struggled to crawl out of the mine he was in, took a deep breath of dusty air, and felt—

"Who are you, why do you have the aura of a dark mage?" he asked hoarsely, and the dignity of the Blood Moon Venerable returned to him, and he struggled to stand up straight, adjusting to the light in front of him. This is a cave with exposed crystal veins, which is supposed to be a systematically mined mining area. He looked around at his surroundings, the simple and efficient minecart, the uniform of the two humans in front of him, and the lightweight tools of the design would not be the configuration of a private mine.

The two humans stood in front, it was obvious that they didn't understand Luo Wei'an's demon language, but the invisible majesty of the Blood Moon Venerable completely suppressed the nerves of the two ordinary humans.

Luo Wei'an was slightly angry, and then he remembered that they were human, so he asked in pure human language, "Where is this, why do you have the breath of a dark mage?"

The two humans apparently didn't understand the meaning of his words, and one of them stammered after a while, "This is the Nine-Zero-Five Mine Cave of the Black Wings...... What a dark magician......"

The keen perception did not leave him with his spirit, and he felt that the two humans in front of him had almost no strength at all. Just two ordinary miners.

Beside him was a rough crystal, and he moved his stiff neck impatiently as he listened to the sound of two miners stammering. In that crystal, he saw himself as he was. He was a little surprised to find that the long blood-colored hair that had once worn his shawl was now much shorter, the obvious magic lines on his face were barely visible, and the black and white gown he had worn on his last day was all over his body, and the huge red diamond pin at the neckline still shimmered. The traces of his body being torn apart by the turbulent current still confirmed the episode of the memory - in short, he confirmed that he was still himself, and not some legendary reincarnation in another body. However, the characteristics of his own demon race have almost completely disappeared. Now I am almost a red-haired human. However, with half human blood, he is not averse to the new identity of the human race-

The two humans seemed to be talking to themselves, one about to walk out of the mine to report to the outside, when the other grabbed him. Whispered to the luxurious pin on Lovian's neckline, and pointed at the still dazzling gemstone ring on his finger. Lovian couldn't hear it, he smiled faintly, and casually threw the red diamond pin on his neckline and the few rings on his fingers that were not memorable. It's like throwing a bone to a wild dog on the side of the street.

The two humans pounced in ecstasy. He grabbed the priceless jewel he had never seen before, and the greedy light in his eyes shone brightly. Lovian snorted and said in a somewhat rusty human language, "That's enough for you to take me out—"

Before Lovian could finish speaking, behind a rock wall, a man with a thick safety helmet sprang out like a bat, throwing something in his hand. There was a muffled thud, a puff of smoke cleared, and the two humans fell straight down. Lovian smelled it. I saw the man's dexterity, the same black mage aura. His whole body immediately tensed, and he instinctively stepped back, only to find himself in astonishment that his lightning-fast body had now become extremely clumsy, and he had even tripped over a rock and fell to the ground on his back.

The man with the helmet was clearly not a miner here, his thick metal gloves glowing with magic. For the former Luo Wei'an, he didn't even need to use his hands to defeat such an opponent, and he could easily defeat him with his mind control, but for the current Luo Wei'an, who was empty in his body, he had to get nervous.

The tense nerves quickly consumed the few bodies left after a long slumber, and he found it so difficult to get up again, but the glory of the Blood Moon Venerable did not allow him to lie down in front of a human, and he struggled to get up again, and the lack of strength left made him feel the world spinning.

"You, who are you?, why do you have the breath of a dark magician......" Every word he uttered required a great deal of effort. The human approached slowly, and said clearly, "Please relax! I won't hurt you!"

Lovian leaned against the stone wall, staring fiercely at the approaching humans, but his summons did not respond with the slightest spirit. Finally, in the nervousness and weakness that followed his slumber, Lovian fell to the ground again, unconscious.

This time the slumber was much purer, without the warmth or tragic dreams that had gone back and forth in the previous slumber. In his mind, he hadn't slept so soundly for a long time. He opened his eyes and didn't know how long it had been. He saw himself lying on a crisp white sheet, the bed much softer than his own marching bed. It is a cubicle of about ten square meters, and there is a jug of water next to the bed. Feeling thirsty, he grabbed the kettle and poured it into his dry throat, and soon a large pot of water bottomed out. He licked his lips unsatisfactorily, and although he was still a little thirsty, it was no longer unbearable.

Gradually, he slowly sat up from the bed, walked to a small mirror beside the bed, and carefully examined his current appearance.

He is still Lovien von Bradimuen, his long blood-red hair has turned into a neat short hair, and the magic lines on his face that once represented the nobility of the demon race have almost completely faded, if he is not familiar with it, no one will notice the extremely faint lines on his face. The citrine eyes had lost their sharpness, perhaps because in the final duel of the Dark Mage, he had left all the sharpness of the rest of his life behind. His shabby aristocratic gown was neatly folded next to the pillow, and on top of it were his own diamond brooches and rings, none of which were missing.

He was dressed in a white cloth coat. It seems that he is more like a young human, and all traces of demons are almost obscured. But he pays attention, even if he is by human standards. I am also a little too young, not to mention less than thirty, and even the twenty years old of human beings are more mature than themselves. According to the human standards he received from his mother, Luo Weian carefully judged his age, which was about fifteen or sixteen years old for humans, and just thirty for demons.

Just as Lovian stared blankly at his appearance in the mirror, he suddenly remembered his own spirit. Although he had long expected that his spirit might retreat. But when he tried his best and found that he could only condense into an egg-sized essence "shield" in his left arm, there was still a wave of extreme loss. The power that he was once proud of is almost gone. Now my strength is probably the same as when I was thirteen or fourteen years old (thirteen or fourteen years old in the demon race). He remembered that his wings shattered under the clash of forces, but now he didn't feel the slightest sensation of his wings, and the signals that sent to his wings were like stones in the sea. There was no news. He carefully took off his shirt. He is still the toned and well-proportioned body in his memory, but he can no longer mobilize the power of one of the strongest people in the demon race. Carefully turning his back, he saw two large scars that stretched symmetrically along his spine, extending from his shoulder blades to his lower back. He spun around again, his wings had been broken, and he was really no different from a human. The wings not only serve the purpose of flying, but also help them gather the members of the dark element. He smiled wryly and touched his cheek, he counted himself as a standard lifelong disabled person.

"Mastma...... Orca. Siwu ...... What time is it......" he muttered to himself, instinctively realizing that a long time had passed. The all-pervasive killing machine of war in the air has disappeared, the war must have been over for many years, the hatred, grief, love and will in his heart have faded, he seems to be an avenger who suddenly came to an isolated island, and his former blood has faded, and he fully believes that the rest of his life will be spent in complete chaos-

The door creaked open, and Lovien was startled to the fact that it was the helmeted human who had led him out of the mine.

"Please call me Jay, we are not yet known guests. Our leaders have a lot of opinions on your side, if you will. The staff who claimed to be Jay smiled kindly and were not hostile. In fact, even with his hostility, Lovian wondered if he would get nervous.

Lovien nodded, "My name is Lovian Brady Mone. I'll go over. He paid close attention to Jay's expression, but he noticed that he did not react to the name of the Legion Commander in the slightest, and instead said, "What an ancient pronunciation, it seems that you are really not from this era." ”

With that, Jay walked out of the room with Lovian. The secret passages here go up and down like a three-dimensional labyrinth. He and Jay turned left and right, and kept climbing the ladder down the tunnel, and finally entered a hall that he must have been underground.

The hall was filled with all sorts of fixtures, many of which had rusted to death, and the air was filled with a peculiar smell of rust mixed with tea and tobacco.

In the center is a high platform with a conference table that is not very large. At the center of the conference table was a woman wearing a black blindfold, a high hat, and a black dress that resembled a military uniform. Beside her was a young girl who was not much older than the current Lovian, who relied on his contractual companion, a leopard all over black. On the other side was a middle-aged man holding a shorter staff than a standard staff, and with his sturdy size and loose short clothes, he looked more like a swordsman with a fast sword than a mage.

Jay led him to the other side of the table and sat down, leaning casually on the back of an empty chair.

"That's the man, Gigmont. Jay said lightly to the woman sitting on the throne, "Don't say that you were bored to let me do this errand. ”

Gigmont glanced at Jay, ignoring him. Turning around, Gigmont asked gently, "You must have a lot of questions about this - but let's introduce ourselves first, I'm Gigmont, the leader of the Edelstein rebels. ”

"Rebel?" Lovian was a little dazed.

"The rebel of the Black Wings. The middle-aged man sitting next to Jigmonti spoke, "Han Litai, the instructor of the rebels. The Black Wings is a covert organization that claims to resurrect dark magicians but is actually waiting for an opportunity to capture citizens and use them as horrific human experiments. I think you may be one of their real yàn bodies, so you were rescued by Jie. ”

Edelstein ...... Resurrect the Dark Mage......" Lovien muttered to himself, "The Dark Mage—is he dead?"

"The rumor is true, but the truth has been circulating outside the history books. Han Litai put on the appearance of an associate professor and said, "It is said in the history books that the five heroes destroyed the black magician, but in fact, the black magician was just sealed, and since the black magician was sealed for five hundred years—"

"Wait!" Lovian asked, startled, with some difficulty, "what did you ......just say?" Five hundred years?"

Several of the others looked surprised, and Jay snapped his fingers crisply. (To be continued......)