Will he watch Viryl continue to hurt himself in that monotonous and completely unfree "life" to hurt her?

The pain of disobeying orders had distorted Veryl's expression slightly, and Zino knew the contradiction he felt when he disobeyed an absolute order of his own will. Veryl unconnected from him, slowly picked up the deformed scythe from his side, and slowly raised her hand to open the infinite energy trigger on her chest.

Then she lifted her silver scythe high as if she were lifting a thousand weights.

When-

The tip of the scythe had already curled up and struck Zino's shoulder, leaving only a shallow white mark on the dark blue surface of the armor.

Zino raised his hand to remove the scythe and reached out to grasp Veryl's hand that would no longer have warmth.

"Your orders have been carried out, and even if you go back now, Professor Grimel will not embarrass you. After all—Veryl, listen to me. ”

Veryl looked up expressionlessly.

"I'll pick you up. ”

Veryl remained expressionless, only a clear liquid had accumulated under the thin layer of eye armor.

Then the warm water flowed down the gap in the armor and over her smooth and cold face, and on the smooth transparent metal surface, it instantly hung down on the tip of her pointed chin, and then gathered into a round transparent droplet, and finally fell helplessly.

Metallic fingers couldn't wipe away her tears, and Zino's hand finally let go.

Then he pulled to his feet, blue-white energy fluctuations tumbling behind him, and he turned on the trigger and flew towards the location of the Cross City at a speed that was running away. Verriel didn't follow.

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Whoa!――

In the midst of a gloomy underground city. A piece of space shattered suddenly, accompanied by a commotion that resounded throughout the city. The three pairs of golden wings staggered to the broken stone brick floor with her master. Indigo torches burned all around, and heterochromatic light was reflected on the surface of the crimson-clad angel's body with alternating light and dark elements. It highlights her weird and mysterious temperament even more.

The stone gray fist slammed into the floor tiles under him, and with a strong tremor, the ground collapsed, but if anyone around witnessed this qiē with their own eyes, they would be shocked to find that there was not a single stone brick that had been shattered on this collapsed earth.

The souls huddled in the corner let out low screams and squeezed even tighter.

This is the underground capital of Aswan, the former capital of the Dominion of Ariant, which has been dubbed the "jewel of the underground" because of the rare mineral deposits and the large number of ornamental jewels excavated over the past few thousand years.

Five hundred years ago. Sheila Oressa, a necromancer born here, slaughtered a line of necromancers in one day, bloodied the royal family, and then used the souls of all the inhabitants of Aswan with the souls of all the inhabitants of Aswan that had been prepared for many years, and dedicated them to the dark magicians.

As a reward, she received her eternal youth and beauty as she wished. Aswan vanished overnight, and the bodies of all its inhabitants became pawns to be sacrificed on the battlefield, and the remaining souls hid in the bound city of Aswan, trapped forever in this dead city where the wails of the wraith.

Sheila held a brand-new dark gold staff and walked briskly from the end of the street. Feel the chaotic aura of the scarlet angel. She frowned and said:

"The return of the Demon Emperor has already shocked the organization. And you, who took over the responsibility of one qiē at the beginning, must have prepared your speech in the meeting, Sanza?"

The scarlet angel is dressed in red. Standing proudly in front of Sheila.

"You're all ready to explain to me why the Demon Emperor didn't die five hundred years ago, and why he was sealed by Lilith, right?"

"You!-" Sheila's face turned cold. The long staff in his hand touched the ground, and the void necromantic element had been purified a few meters away from the scarlet-clothed angel.

"You'd better think about how to repay me first—"

"What did you say?"

"Oh. Sheila, you've got crow's feet. ”

The scarlet-clad angel's fluttering words provoked a great reaction from Sheila. Almost instantly, she threw away the staff in her hand, took a small mirror from her pocket, and looked at it carefully and touched the corner of her eye. It took a few seconds for Sheila's expression to change from panic to annoyance.

"Sanzai, you don't come to me!"

The scarlet-clothed angel snorted coldly, raised his hand and pulled out the Heavenly Burial Flower behind him, and the sharp blade of the sword pointed at the ground in front of her.

"If I hadn't gone to great lengths to extract a piece of the Source of Life from my seal on the Lord of Life and give it to you, I'm afraid you would have been just an old woman dying now, wouldn't you?

Sheila's face became a little more gloomy, and after a while, her lips were blue and trembling slightly, she exhaled hard, and asked jerkily:

"What do you want?"

"Say a few words for me at the council. Seeing Sheila's reaction, the scarlet angel nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to withdraw the Heavenly Burial Flower, and turned around to cut the space, "What do you want me to do?"

"Get out of here!!"

"Yo yo!" the scarlet angel sighed helplessly, "We are partners, don't make a conflict?"

As soon as her words fell, a star-blue light poured out from the void space beside the spatial passage. This light is neither a fluctuation of an element, nor is it a characteristic of the origin of life. In the midst of the starlight flowing, the surrounding space was faintly visible flickering with tiny fragments, and the surface of each fragment reflected the miniature scene of this space a few seconds ago.

The elements of time converge to form a simple hourglass image around the crimson angel. The old man's voice sounded from it:

"Lilith would personally seal the Demon Emperor with her life, which was indeed unexpected. Relying on one, I am afraid that there will be no second place in the world, and the combined power of the Winged Demon Twins is no longer something we can easily contend with. ”

"Let's get to the point. ”

"Now that the Demon Emperor has returned, Orka will definitely not care about that sealing stone. This is an opportunity not to be missed. ”

"Hmph. You said Orka wouldn't care about the Seal Stone, so do you think Siu cares?" Sheila sneered at the hourglass. "Why don't you grab the Earth Temple's Seal Stone?"

"Because the Earth Temple gave the Sealing Stone to the Holy Land. ”

Both were shocked.

"What did you say?"

The voice of the second seat said leisurely: "Isn't what I said clear enough? It seems that after the previous Pope was accidentally killed by Leon, the direction of the Earth Temple has completely changed." Leon's move was a bad move. The new principal seemed to understand something. I'm going to give up my independence for five hundred years and go back to something like the Temple of Time before. ”

Sheila and the scarlet angel were silent for a long time, and finally the scarlet angel stroked the hilt of the sword and said:

"Can our current power destroy the Earth Temple?"

As soon as the scarlet-clothed angel's words fell, Sheila retorted coldly: "Impossible, even if you pour out the demons under your hands, you can't destroy the Earth Temple." A behemoth with tens of thousands of years of heritage is not as simple as having a fifth-level powerhouse. Moreover, they have a tendency to unite with the Holy Land, and continue like this. It's not that simple. ”

"But...... We had enough time to wait. Erza continued, "I'm afraid Orka and the Demon Emperor won't hand over the sealing stone, but if it's just two demons, even if it's a good strength, I'm afraid there is also a chance to relax mentally." ”

No one refuted this mention of the second seat, and a few seconds later, looking at the hourglass that was about to dissipate, the scarlet-clothed angel suddenly spoke:

"How's the seal going?"

"The six are there every day, and there is no problem. But. The heart of the six seats is not so easy to see...... Just like you, my dear—"

"Shut up, don't call me by name. The scarlet angel said angrily.

"My dear Jafayette. "The hourglass of the second seat gradually faded. "Are you a human, or a demon, or rather. You are the most variable and incomprehensible of us...... Hehe......"

The blade of the Heavenly Burial Flower fell, completely splitting the hourglass that had gradually decomposed into nothingness.

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Orka waved thin scissors in his hand. Snapped off Suppi's hair and carefully tucked it away in the locket at hand. A few minutes later. She gently brushed the last strands of hair from her twin partner's shoulders, dropped the scissors, and put her arms around Swu's neck behind her back.

"It's the same as before, Swu. ”

Siu looked at the pure portrait of himself and Orka in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of Dimi's new home.

"Still sad?"

The crystal white fingers gently wiped the corners of Orka's eyes, shedding another tear for her. Orka nodded.

"I'm sorry, Siu can't be sad with Orka......"

Orka pressed to Swu's face and whispered in his ear, "Don't do that, Swu. Nothing happened, nothing passed. What five hundred years, Orka doesn't know! It's the same as before, except that we have moved our family to Edelstein! Nothing has happened, we haven't been separated for a day, not a minute!"

"Really...... Oh, yes. Siu closed his eyes, turned his face sideways, and kissed Orka's icy cheek, "But still...... I'm sorry, Orka. ”

Orka's eyes were open, feeling the warmth of the five hundred years she had been waiting for.

"But my brother only needs to remember one thing, and there are some things, Orca is alive, and he can only endure it once. ”

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Goodbye, Old World. I threw away the last vestiges of my past. Singing the last song to the past, from now on, I only choose my own life.

"When he stepped on the snow and endured the wind, his soul was broken in a foreign land. Now the old saying has become a prophecy, so I heard the sound of Li under the moon. "The festival of the Demon Blood Moon Descendant, because it has been a demon royal family for a long time and has considerable appeal and appeal, the Blood Moon Festival has gradually become a grand traditional festival of the Demon Clan, and it can even be comparable to the New Year's celebration.

However, in the past, New Year's celebrations were always accompanied by joyful labels, and the Blood Moon Festival was colored with sadness because it was the day of the frontline war announcements. At the end of the day, festivals of any race are actually symbols of celebration, and the Blood Moon Festival is no exception, but the heavy history of the past has made it heavy.

Such heaviness also means a tragic past and a grudge of hatred. Although the abandonment of these now, 500 years later, may be a forgetfulness of history, it is a positive loyalty to the future. Lovian, who is currently the main unifier of the Osirian demon forces. He was very intentional about removing the grief from the day of the Blood Moon Festival.

Too much suffering is indeed redundant for a people who have suffered so much. Nor should the pervasive pain of history be exacerbated by the pink moon in the sky because of the shadow of the earth. Picking up the historical relics of the past, the real festival should look like this.

The northern black wings on the banks of the Minar Forest, in the west, about one-fifth of the total area were allocated to the demons. A large part of the rest belongs to the territory of the wolf clan. The demons, who have gradually assimilated into the modernization of the Black Wings, are not averse to these, and compared to the changes in traditional lifestyles, the improvement of the quality of life is the main point of their choice.

The sun floated a goose-yellow line on the western horizon, and the moon, which was already visible in the corner of the sky, also appeared a pink color at the right time. Perhaps because of the difference in mentality, this year's Blood Moon Festival was much more lovely than the moon in the sky during last year's festival when Lovian was alone, and he was no longer worried about the cruel color.

The grand festival was full of ancient traditions, so he was relieved to find out that there was no spontaneous organization of people to put oil paint on his face. On top of that, street corners and laneways are filled with colorful candles of different shapes that have been prepared for months, and everyone moves their tables out of the house before dark. Spend the night in a circle with the sweets you have prepared at home, and these traditions have not been lost. Not only was the huge temporary city formed by the hundreds of thousands of people of the Demon Race decorating with lights as they wished, but even the Black Winged Human Residents around them were also very enthusiastic about it, so much so that those residents who lived close to the Demon City City lit candles at the door.

Lovian crossed her waist as she looked at her little house littered with candles by Snow Foam and Dingkan, and sighed without pointing out the way she had gone too far.

Matching his identity, the main people living in this residential area are the high-level blood moon of the demon clan and the houses where many Mang clan managers live. Compared to the Mang, who like to be lively and carnival, the blood moon is a very quiet and elegant race. After all, they take the water element as their first attribute, and most of their personalities are also as elegant and quiet as water.

However, watching Xue Mo and Ding Kan jump down from the second floor, they panted out of breath and moved out of a row of ovens. He sternly doubted that the Blood Moon Clan's quiet character traits had been inherited from this mysterious child.

"Wait, wait, wait—"

Xue Mo impatiently lit the charcoal fire and threw the sliced meat on the grill made of holly.

"Huh?"

"Don't you burn all the meat like that?" said Lovian raised his hand to extinguish most of the flames, "Slight fire - you can only grill it with a slight fire, and you don't eat too much." Most of the things you make with your three-legged cat kung fu can eat bad stomachs. ”

Xuemo stuck out her tongue at him, and then shook the spice jar in her hand at him like a show.

"Put it on, Lowe. Xiaoxue-"

Mastema came out of the house in high spirits and threw him a red whirring mass. Canvas clothes are a little rough to the touch. But it didn't feel uncomfortable to wear, and because of the bitter cold of Edelstein in the past. Canvas is a very practical clothing material, resistant to cold and wind. Therefore, the canvas clothes produced by the demons by hand or from the workshop are very popular, at least in the Black Wings, which has aroused a lot of enthusiasm for buying and has gained the clothing industry.

Lovian held the traditional outfit in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"You can't be the color of the rose petals, do you?

"What Francis has replaced with the greening of the city, it doesn't cost much. ”

"This taste...... It's better to be lighter. ”

"Why are there so many faults, dress me!" Mastma scolded, shaking her wings and landing next to Lovian and Snowfoam, the wind blowing from her wings raising a large handful of sparks that almost burned her eyebrows.

Lovian looked at the other Bloodmoon fellows who were walking peacefully through the streets, and still felt that Mastema, who had come directly from that era, was more traditional. The padded sleeves due to the cold climate, and the shoulders, elbows, wings, waist, knees, and ankles worn in order to be ready for battle have now become decorative cuffs - in short, this "flag suit" is the most reflective of the temperament of a blood moon.

"It's a holiday, you'll remember to put it on later!" said Lovian in a warning tone, but she didn't care at all when she figured out Lovian's character. But Ding Kan looked curious.

Sitting by the oven and staring at the snow foam to make some trouble, Lovian asked Dingkan, "...... over there?" Aren't there any traditional festivals?"

Wears gold-rimmed eyes. Dressed in a tight white-collared shirt, Ding Kan could hardly see any of the characteristics of the dwarves such as honesty, simplicity, ability, and hard work, but looked like a human who sat in an office for a long time and did not see the sun and had a slightly pale face (except for the small features).

Let's be honest. Because he used to be an accountant and so on, Ding Kan's calculation skills and accounting professional level are quite good. Although the dwarven people's financial work customs were very different from those here, he quickly mastered them with a little study. With the help of him and the previous financial team of Black Wings, the current financial situation of the demon clan is finally not out of control.

Because he was often pulled away by Xuemo because he simply wanted to play, Luo Wei'an went from knocking and beating at the beginning to turning a blind eye now.

"What do we have?" said Dinkan nonchalantly, "Tens of thousands of years ago, when the dwarves were one of the five intelligent races of Osiria, there might have been something. But now, look at what has become of it? You can only depend on other races to survive. Even the mining skills that he is best at are gradually being replaced by human and mechanized mining systems. Now we only have to do the work of the dry body. Engaging in mental activity like mine may be the best way out for future dwarves......"

Tens of thousands of years ago, when Osiria was still in its early agricultural years, the dwarves with strong physiques and natural sensitivity to mountains and rocks were able to occupy a place in Osiria. Vast dwarven kingdoms nestled in the mountains spread across northern Osiria. And with the advancement of time, the humans, elves, demons and other races that began to industrialize and popularize magic gradually surpassed the dwarves. The dwarves tried to wage war to regain the eroded territory, but due to the technological disparity, the dwarven population was still greatly reduced, and the territory retreated to the mineral-barren south.

Dragons, humans, demons, and elves have become the four most intelligent races recognized by Osilia in the past 10,000 years. In addition, there are still many intelligent races that are not inferior to any of the four races. However, due to the slow reproduction or the obsession of tradition, they eventually had to rely on these powerful four tribes to survive. As for modern times, the strength of the dragons' individual strength has been slowly surpassed by human magic technology, coupled with their rejection of human technology and their traditional character and the almost annihilation of the angry demons during the Guardian War. The once powerful dragons have also withdrawn from the position of the great clan. And the demons who also suffered heavy losses gradually disappeared in Osiria. So far, the main promoters of the Osilian civilization are only two tribes: the human race and the elves.

I'm afraid that an intelligent race like the dwarves will be as little known as the Haflin in the depths of Minar, right?

"It feels like you don't care at all!" Xue Mo gave him a blank look. A little dissatisfied with his attitude.

"For that's what it is, Mistress Semirea. He spoke it fluently now. "Dwarves have no concept of family in the first place, and are a race that is at peace with what happens. Because this is how we can survive most efficiently. Now don't I have a place where I can live in peace? Accepting your traditions is a matter of course, and I should be grateful for what I have to complain about!"

Xue Mo frowned and looked at the traditional flag clothes that her father had stuffed, also lowered her head and sniffed the smell, and then stuffed it to Ding Kan.

"You put it on! It's an order, slave!"

The flag clothes are indeed not divided into men and women, and Xue Mo and Ding Kan's figures are very similar, and Ding Kan will not at least not fit out of place when he wears them - but seeing Xue Mo chasing Ding Kan all the way and planning to forcibly put the flag coat on him, Luo Weian finally gave up the idea of putting a flag coat on either of the two.

It was a little darker, and the stars were clear from the blue sky. A pale pink moon hung in the dark blue dome, and when Lovien looked at them, he felt a slight tingling in his mood, although his mood was very different from that of a year ago.

The continuous light of the colored candles also brings up the hustle and bustle of the night. In the ordinary city streets composed of small houses of low squares, the simple private land that is not even a city is danced in an atmosphere of joy that he has never seen before.

Lovian lifted a meat skewer and bit it under Xuemo's distressed gaze.

"Why is it sweet? Do you still put sugar in your barbecue?!"

"It's a matter of taste, elves like sweet things...... Xiaoxue, who grew up there, ahhhh That's how Mistress Semirea is......"

Enduring the strange taste of not only sweetness, but also sourness and bitterness, Luo Weian suppressed the strange sensation in his throat and swallowed the kebab that was charred on the outside and raw on the inside. Standing up, he looked to the side, and then graciously invited them to their vegetable salad with Mastema.

The man who came to talk was a man with a blood moon who lived across the street from their house, and his meticulously groomed blue hair proved that he was a model of a clerical man. Faced with the invitation of the demon clan to almost the first family, his expression was also a little professionally restrained.

"It's a pleasure...... Your Highness. ”

"Uh...... There is no need to call me Your Highness-"-" - when the time comes, there is nothing to say. Mastma nudged Lovian, then looked at the middle-aged man, "You should have guessed what happened to that special feeling a few days ago, right?"

"Oh?" the civilian officer subconsciously straightened his back, "The current Demon Emperor has made a comeback?"

Lovian smiled and pushed the glass bowl of vegetable salad forward.

"And the demons, who is the highest object of allegiance? This must be needless to say, unite and support me, I do not oppose or support it. In short, I have to save some face for His Majesty. ”

The middle-aged civilian officer frowned, pinched the fork in his hand and tapped the rim gently.

"Your Highness, according to historical records, the Demon Emperor who has come back this time is Cangyin Majesty, right? However, he is the Demon Emperor who was born from the Winged Demon, and the Winged Demon Clan has become extinct. Even if he remains on the throne, I am afraid that there will not be many people who support him. He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to face such a situation. ”

"Well said. So, I peeked at the leopard in this tube, and I can see it. If the Demon Emperor returns, who do you choose to be loyal to?"

Astma lowered her head slightly as she looked at the side of Lovean's face, consciously or unconsciously.

Heart-wrenching words.

But to the surprise of both Lovian and Mastma, the middle-aged officer's answer was crisp.

"For now, I am loyal to you, because your contribution to the demon race is obvious to all of us. Even if the Demon Emperor Seal is not in your hands, then before the contribution made by Cangyin Majesty Xià exceeds that of you, you are the only king in our hearts. Don't worry about that. ”

Lovian's eyes were like torches, and he clapped his hands at him. (To be continued......)