Evan slowly lowered his staff, the active elements around him having lost contact with him under the unknown influence. At this moment, Evan can't exert half of his strength at all, because that kind of absolute control of the elements has penetrated every corner of himself. He was convinced that if Semirea in front of him wanted to, he would be like a wall that slipped like a pile of loose sand and became a powder of the elements.

At this time, Semireia's whole body was shrouded in a foggy goose-yellow light, like the color of the oil lamp used in a fairy tale to illuminate her worn tarot cards for the witch who divined her fate. Her eyes were unnaturally large, and those that were supposed to be citrine revealed a goose yellow that was too dull to illuminate any of the surrounding corners. The pupil in the center of her iris was also weakly dilated, not focused on any point, more like shock or the godless pupils of the dead.

The goose-yellow illusory ribbon roamed and rolled around her green body, adding a bit of weird charm. A red hair also turned a heavy orange in the goose-yellow light, reminding Evan of the zodiacal light that loomed in the polar night.

"Excuse me, is it Miss Semiria?" said Evan cautiously again to the girl who might have been "Semiria", his wide, blank eyes that sent hairs down his spine, and the lack of room to retreat gave him a little more courage.

"I'm not anyone. She said, her voice as illusory and blurry as a yellow light that could not illuminate the surroundings, "I am a lens that projects the colors of history into the present world." As you can see, this house has been forgotten by time. And what you see and feel. In the real Osilia, there is no zài...... Space. Time, life. Anything that is detached from any one of them loses its meaning. And you, now forgotten by time, ......"

Forgotten by time...... Could it be that the time that this bedroom is experiencing now seems to the outside world to be moment zero?! Now he is trapped in an instantaneous eternity, so he can't mobilize any of the elements around him, because everything has been frozen except his consciousness.

"Control the time...... The power of the throne—you, what do you want to sue me?"

"Your identity, Evan Pam. Semiria's flat features looked at a point in the distance. "Your identity, your mission, your destiny." The seeds of fate have sprouted, and I stand on the first cotyledons, watching the direction of your torrent of fate. ”

Evan's other distractions had been cleared by the extremely ethereal voice, and now he was only feeling the fluttering words with his only understanding.

Semirea lowered her head, and those godless eyes instantly forced Evan to meet his gaze. Just as his fear could not be suppressed, those eyes instantly turned into a mist that enveloped his entire spiritual sea.

Amid the color of the old parchment, Evan stared at the visitor in front of him in amazement.

It was a tall, lanky man. The facial features are handsome and simple, with the vicissitudes of those who see through time. Evan knew that his dark blue eyes and short light brown hair were no different from his own, but this middle-aged man who looked exactly like him gave him a completely different and terrible feeling.

He instantly believed that the man in the somewhat shabby red robe decorated with the dragon seal was real. And his own existence suddenly became a puzzle.

"Hello, my heir. ”

His voice is undoubtedly his own voice twenty years later.

Evan was dumbfounded.

"Don't be surprised. The first time I met my senior, I reacted much more violently than you. ”

The red-robed man gently brushed the worn but spotless mage robe. There was a sadness in the gaze that looked at himself and Evan.

"I'm Fred Modist, and I'm standing in the place where history will be decided. The Dark Mage's Ashram. I have seen from fate that this fight will be the most glorious and the last battle of my life. Therefore, in the name of Lenna, the Lord of Time, I would like to convey my responsibility and mission to you in this last moment, with the power of time. ”

These terms are history, and Evan stares blankly at the man named "the greatest magician in the history of Osiria," as he struggles to understand what he is saying.

"You...... Are you real? Are you -- are you just a video, or some kind of fake projection in my head?"

Fried smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "No, Evan. Where we are, the past and the future overlap. I'm in a conversation with the future. ”

A conversation through time...... What an unbelievable thing!, but at the moment, Evan could not have the slightest thought of doubt.

"Evan, look. Fried smiled, stretched out his arms, and under Evan Muran's gaze, a series of figures slowly appeared behind Fried. They are either mages in robes, bishops in holy robes, warriors with greatswords, or even field doctors in white coats...... Not just men, but also women. The only thing they had in common was that they had a peaceful, fierce, angry, or compassionate expression, and they all had the same faces as Fried and Evan.

"This ...... It's ——"

"Cassius – the Atonementer. ”

"On my way to find God, I met a comatose traveler. Take care of him, bathe and wipe his body until his eyes are clear and his limbs are full of vitality again.

"He said, 'I'm hungry, you give me food.'" I am thirsty, you give me water. I'm tired, and you give me a place to rest. But I don't thank you, because you have been greatly appreciated. ’

Then he folded his wings and stepped on the stairs of the Lord's glory. I fell on my prostrate face and sang praises to the glory and greatness of the Lord. I looked up at the sky, and I saw not the face of the Lord. He was prostrate with me, and I recognized the Lord's face and asked what else was worthy of Him kneeling with me. He replied, 'Be equal to you.' ’。 ”

- Song of the Wayfarer, Verse 177

What color is history, Evan Pam never thinks about such a question.

If the question of zài had been necessary, he might have thought of the bronze color of the history books or the grayish-yellow color of the parchment. Either way. All in bright primary colors, mixed with more or less gray. It was all the helpless remnants of the ancient scrolls of civilization that had been burned out by the wars of the past.

"History is the conjecture of seventy percent ruin and thirty percent of successors. Fried smiled, his robe fluttering. Behind him, countless projections of the same face as him gradually disappeared, "and the most authentic history is stored in two places." One is the memory of the person concerned, and the other is the corner of mythology. Thousands of years have passed, and the witnesses of history have long returned to a piece of loess, but the words of mythology can still peek into the details of history under the ever-bright light of the temple. ”

Evan held his staff weakly in the illusion, and the great hero in front of him, who had long been rendered tragic and tragic by historical stories, appeared in front of him in the form of a video store. In addition to the realism that can make him doubt his own existence, there are also indescribable vicissitudes and distant distances brought about by a sense of history.

"Cassius ......"

"You know the name, kid. ”

Although Evan was not a fanatical believer, his education from an early age still gave him the same belief and worship of gods as thousands of other children.

"Lilith, the abandoned daughter of life, was imprisoned in the body of the elf after disobeying the rules of the Lord of Life. She atoned for her sins to the Lord of life, but was brutally abused and humiliated by humans, and finally prayed and was crucified in the foothills of Victoria. Seven days of storms tormented Lilith's body, finally taking her life. Cassius, a human warrior, wields a Longcinus spear. Pierced her ribs. Her blood dripped into Cassius' cloudy eyes, restoring his sight.

"Seven days of storms were followed by seven days of sunshine, and on the seventh night, Lilith's prayers touched her mother. Our Lord awakened her life. Lilith follows the true meaning of life and faith, wandering through the portal of life and death in Osiria, along with Adam. Pray for one qiē life for eternity. ”

Evan recalled his memories and said to Fried in front of him.

"You're right. Child. This is only the first layer of reality, and I'm going to sue you. It's the second reality. He will make you miserable, he will make you miserable, but he will also give you hope.

"Mankind is the most rapidly developing race of all the intelligent species in Osiria, although the life is the shortest, the weakest body, but the wisdom and creative power of human beings are far beyond the reach of other races. The entire development process of Osilian civilization was actually led by human beings. Without the scientific and technological achievements of mankind, other races would not have been able to develop so quickly.

"It comes at a cost. The price of our unprecedented creative power is a short lifespan, a weak body, and years of war...... Birth, old age, sickness, and death, we are the most cruel race imprisoned and tortured by it, because the first human ancestor is sinful, Lilith disobeyed the command of the Lord of Life, and united with Lucifer, the god of the Lord of the earth, to make it fall, and finally gave birth to the ancestor of mankind. This is the first original sin of mankind, and we as human beings as a whole are constantly suffering the punishment of this sin.

And the second original sin is the felony of torturing and humiliating the mother of mankind, Lilith. ”

Evan's Tower of Faith gradually crumbles in Fried's calm and indisputable tone, and humans are descendants of Lilith and the Seraphic Angel Lucifer...... Humanity has humiliated its own mother...... Why isn't there a single mention of this in the Book of Saints?

"What's going on—how is it!!" Evan sat down on the ground in extreme fear, "I don't know if you're true or not, but you must be crazy......"

"The world is much crazier than you think, and this is the truth that lurks in the Sacred Book and the Dead Sea Papers, and it is the secret of the inheritors of Cassius for generations. I don't expect you to accept this today, but I hope that you will be able to remember it when you are forced to be swayed by fate in the future, so that you can find hope in your suffering. ”

Fried said, the monotonous yellow rippled around him, and a man in an ancient samurai robe stood behind him with a rusty spear. The thick beard was heavy, but those impossibly bright blue eyes undoubtedly belonged to Fried in front of him.

As Cassius's image faded, Evan touched his face in a panic, as if he feared that the overly bright blue light would be able to radiate from his eyes.

"Because of Lilith's blood, our eyes can see the future. But this is also our greatest sorrow, because we even see the future. It is also impossible to change them. But why are we called the Atonementers? It is because we bear the second original sin for humanity. Three hundred and sixty-four generations of atonementers before you, with their sad but hopeful lives. Again and again, it washes away the defiled soul of mankind. And you, who are fortunate enough to be the last atoning person of mankind, will see the hope of the ages we seek in the final outcome that we hope to wear. Do you understand that?"

"Understood?" said Evan sat blankly on the ground.

"Yes, kid. Fried gently explained, "To understand a qiē, to understand the fate you will face in the future, your responsibilities and sacrifices." It's all that you need time to understand. You have to take up the great responsibility of atoning for the second original sin for us humanity, and to pass on the spirit and faith of Cassius from my hands. Have eyes that see through time. ”

"I don't understand. Evan sat down on the ground and slowly stood up, his fists clenched slowly, staring at Fried's blue eyes that were enough to suffocate his wisdom, "I don't understand!!Why do you want me to suffer as a 'redeemer'? Just because I look like you? What does the original sin of mankind have to do with me, isn't it all the sins committed by humans in that era? A little demon came here and said these strange things?! I'll let them go tomorrow!!Get out of my black wings for me!! I really admire myself, I have the leisure to listen to what kind of history you are talking about here, I am simply really looking for guilt! I went back to sleep. I'll just think you're a dream!"

With that, Evan jumped up angrily and lunged behind him. But the ground beneath his feet and the space around him were still so illusory, and no matter how hard he tried, his position didn't move in the slightest.

"Let me out. His voice had a habitual commanding tone. "I don't care about you, whether you're real or fake, I just know I'm Evan Pam. It's not your turn to stick your foot sideways. ”

Fried smiled slightly, and took a step forward and pressed Evan on the shoulder. Evan shook his shoulder and swung Fried away. But even so, Fried did not have any emotional fluctuations, and still looked at Evan with this sad and sad gaze.

"I'm not here. I gave you my inheritance, but long before that, your fate as an inheritor was determined. I'm just telling you the truth, so that in the future when you face the harsh reality, you won't collapse. For if you abandon your responsibility as an atonement and throw away your life in a humble way, then the second original sin will be returned to humanity.

"Do you know that a race cannot bear the original sin of two lives, but if this is the case, the punishment of guilt will completely destroy the race by the hand of fate. ”

He can't use half of his strength in this space, otherwise he will summon his strongest magical storm to tear Fried behind him to shreds - people in history, let me die in a coffin!

"Human beings ruined miè?It's this kind of bloody plot that comes out of the next three indiscriminate movies and dramas, don't give me this set to scare me!" Evan's hands were bruised, and he clenched the staff that could not be used in this space, and a trace of coolness burst out from his clenched teeth, "Let me out! Don't come and order me!!"

"You certainly don't have to trust me now, because no inheritor can trust the voice of their predecessors in the first place. However, your fate may be different from ours, and there are 'seeds of fate' that can intervene in the future, and if you really fail, history will put two ruinous endings in front of you. One, of course, the dark mage whom I have tried my best to seal, the fourth transcendent power that has severed light and darkness from the Lord of the Earth. Second, it is the demon father of mankind, the Seraphic Angel Lucifer - the demon Satan, who avenges his partner Lilith. ”

"What are you talking about, I don't know—I just understand that if you don't let me out—"

"What can you do? Can your power really break through the confines of time?"

Fried's voice continued calmly, and Evan hissed, rolled and jumped, and the metal staff slammed into Fried's head. But when the line was about to touch, a watery ripple suddenly burst out between the two, and the wall of water, which was initially flexible and then strong, bounced all its strength back to Evan. Evan let out a cry of pain and snapped his wrist. But the intense pain didn't make Evan succumb, and he lunged forward, but the wall of water was once again within striking distance of success, and the strong force of the shock sent Evan flying upside down and slamming the ground that had suddenly become extremely hard.

He clutched his broken wrist and struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his face.

"Eventually, you'll understand. Fried said, walking up to him and holding out his long, lanky arms. The wall of water reappeared between the two of them, but as Evan watched in shock, Fried's fingertips gradually pierced through the wall of laws, which symbolized the inability to interfere with each other at different points in time, and took Evan's arm that was firmly on the ground, pulling him to his feet.

Evan's rage and fear vanished in an instant, and he couldn't understand why his state of mind had suddenly changed so much.

"I'm running out of time, and there's nothing I can do for the future. The day of my Atonement has come to an end, and the history after that will be recorded by you. You will use your own experience to understand why I persuaded Afriel to pour out all his power and wreak havoc on the demons at that time, even though the revenge of the demons brought the dragons to near extinction. Understand why I chose to die in that battle and desperately sent the rest of my companions to sleep, so that they could be revived in this world five hundred years later. Your time is destined to be a magnificent time, and you will witness the return of the gods, and witness how the Seraph, known as the Shining Morning Star, wrestles with his inner demon - witness the story of the demon hunter. ”

Evan was still standing in front of Fried, but at this moment, Fried no longer seemed to be as tall as he was when they first met, looking down at him like he did. The two looked at each other on an equal footing, and the smiling great hero of the Terran stretched out his finger, once again penetrating the confinement of the law of time, and tapped it lightly on his forehead.

A qiē collapse –

"Ahh

Evan woke up instantly.

The pocket watch next to the bed told him that it was three o'clock in the morning. And he clearly remembered that it was also three o'clock in the morning when the demon girl named Semireya, who had come to visit yesterday morning, mysteriously appeared in his room.

The staff adorned with dragon wings rested smoothly at the head of his bed, without a trace of passivity. There was not a single scar on his wrist or cheek, and it seemed that he had not even grabbed his staff to defend himself—a single piece of evidence suggested that it was just a very vivid dream.

But what kind of dream could be so real that he doubted the real reality? He gasped, dressed in his pajamas, his sideburns dripping with cold sweat, and slowly grabbed the staff at hand. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't wake up his contract partner, and under his feet, the thrust of the wind elemental made him gain a far faster acceleration than ordinary people. He shook the door open with one hand and rushed out.

The guards of the night watch saw the commander rushing out of his bedroom with a frenzied momentum, and no one came to ask or stop him. He walked straight through the empty and silent apartment and rushed into the high-end guest house for foreign guests.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door to Xuemo and Ai'an's bedroom, and none of the guards dared to stop him, only straightened up and saluted Evan.

Ai An made a "big" shape on the big bed, and dragged the cup to the ground without sleeping, holding his pillow tightly in his arms. Xuemo slept beside her, and because there was no quilt to keep her warm, she hugged Ian's waist tightly in her sleep to keep warm. In short, there is nothing to comment on the sleeping position of the two people, but the grooves can be seen everywhere.

Ai An snored quietly, and she didn't wake up when she heard the movement, but just turned over and suppressed the snow foam. Xue Mo snorted, struggled out from under Ian's arm, moved her little head and continued to fall asleep. (To be continued......)