Countless voices overlapped, playing an organ that made his internal organs entangled and shattered. The sound of Sanskrit singing filled his mind, and countless steel needles pierced his brain.

All the aristocratic men and women quietly transformed into Joshua in the blue-black cold light with the dimming light. Hundreds of Joshua looked at Alec, who was screaming with his head in his hands, and showed a uniform grim smile.

Two thin lines of blood flowed from Alec's widening eyes, dripping onto the old velvet carpet.

The fruit of fear fell to the ground, and Alec's heart shattered in the spasms of thorns.

Alec fell to his knees, and the flames were gone. He vomited violently, spitting out only blood and squirming fragments of his heart.

A cold force field lifted the jaw of the dying Alec, and in the vision blurred by the blood, Alec looked back at Joshua in the eternal black gown and looked down at him with a smile, and Violet stood on the other side, but his expression was not as indifferent as ever, but a sinful satisfaction.

But none of this qiē is the center of the picture, in the center of his field of vision, a petite girl is suspended in mid-air. The tight black and silver officer's uniform wrapped around her small body, the slightly large officer's hat was worn in a pair of braids that hung down like mercury, and five pupils swirled in her purple eyes, and her extremely delicate features revealed a gaze that did not have any emotion for life. She's not even a cat that plays with mice, because in her eyes there is no difference between life and non-life.

"Orka is really very satisfied with your performance...... "The owner of the Black Wings, the Primordial Wing Demon Supreme. Orka Ivey Cybanes, the former commander of the First Legion of the Dark Legion, smiled lightly and looked at the still wriggling fragment of his heart with some interest.

Verine and Joshua hurriedly lowered their heads slightly as Orka's gaze flickered.

"Your Highness. All are executing according to the plan. ”

Orka smiled softly, her voice as pure as a silver bell in spring. "Don't call Orka His Highness, the Winged Demon Clan is extinct, and you say this will make Orka sad. ”

“...... Be. ”

There was a sudden clicking sound in Alec's throat, and the demons looked down at the human race who had been strangled alive by fear.

“...... Verin ...... Joshua - You...... Orka-" Alec's pupils were already dilating, and he said with the last bit of his life force, "you guys...... Traitor, she- how could she be...... Death—"

Orka looked at Alec, who was dying, lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Well, this qiē is just an illusion of light and shadow. Don't worry, your mercenary group will be waiting for you in that world, what can't you let go? By the way, by the way, I will lend you to tell your peers, Orka is in the flying ship every time, so they will always lose!"

Alec didn't hear Orka's last words, his blood-dripping eyes wide, still on his knees, the heart fragments in the pool of blood had stopped wriggling.

Orca laughed softly. The rain curtain outside the window covered the layers of blood red, and the rain and blood mixed together, forming a small red lake full of artistic colors. The flying ship slowly carried the last living and dead passengers, and flew south. The blood red fades gradually. Then, a new sun lit up in the Lébans, and in an instant the rain clouds swept away the sky. The brilliance of the blood moon was suddenly obscured by the light of the explosion, and the loud noise erased the wailing of a wronged soul. The strong light and high temperature melted the black L'Bains Mountains, turning the mark of a qiē black wing left here into crystal clear black glass.

Lonely flickering in the empty cabin is a magic lantern with the lowest energy consumption. The slightly whitish light exuded a lonely cold air, and a layer of pale white frost hung on the porthole.

The red-haired demon boy sat in a row of dusty wooden chairs in the far corner, reading with a thick book in his hand by the only light source above. After a long time, in the dim light, the minute hand of the wall clock not far away had wrapped around a complete circle, and the page in the young man's hand still did not turn a page.

Gradually, the distant sky burst into a bright color, and through the hoarfrost-covered windows, the sun filtered to only a cold light gradually reflected on Lovian, and his reflection was faintly visible on the yellowed pages.

"I miss you. Lovian whispered, the scene of Francis meeting his parents in his mind was like a soldering iron, etching a scar that would not fade over time. He had no choice but to escape, to make the scorching pain last less long. This is not a hatred from the past, but just a painful cast—another unfolding of the soul, completely burning the remaining forces belonging to the Sea Dragon Mercenary Regiment with the flames of pain, feeling the warmth of déjà vu in the temperature of the embers.

"It's tiring......" he muttered, his white-gloved hands caressing the rough spine, "what should I do......

"Why doesn't my brother rest?"

"Because you can't stop. "One thing after another, I tried my best again and again, only to find that I didn't care about the result, only to make myself believe that I was still working towards that goal...... The target of hatred - "

"Do you live for revenge?

“...... Perhaps, right......" Lovian closed his eyes and closed the book, a dull thud that shook the tiny cabin. Demian's figure faded behind him, and he didn't dare look into his sister's eyes, he was afraid that he would see in those eyes that were once full of life that gave him a reason to crush his hatred.

The morning has arrived, and early risers have poured into this cabin, waiting for the time to arrive at their destination. The staggering of cutlery and the sound of happy chatter mingled in the space, and Lovian felt that the corner he was in had been separated from the world, and that what he saw around him was nothing more than an illusion in a mirror.

He had never felt that the world was so false - wasn't there enough reason for him to survive the Black Mage's hands, to live unharmed until five hundred years from now, to know that the Black Mage was about to awaken in this era. His hatred will come to fruition in 500 years...... It seems that all of them are too coincidental, and his fate seems to have been manipulated by some force beyond his comprehension.

- He may have died in the battle against the Black Mage. Even when the Dark Mage raided the Blood Moon Legion, he and his comrades were already buried in the land where they had fought bloodily. One qiē has long since ended. Now I am just a lonely wandering spirit, haunted by my own obsession in a land shrouded in darkness, with endless fantasies that I am still alive and struggling in a world that does not exist five hundred years later......

This obsession is my own hatred.

Let go of your obsession, and you will be gone. Lovian wanted to verify this, but he couldn't let go of his hatred. If so, it doesn't matter whether you're a geist or not. All of life is about revenge, which is the ultimate goal. Revenge is over, obsession drifts away, whether you are still alive or not, you are faced with the dissipation of satisfaction. The only difference is the world's memory of itself.

He drove back to Dongdu Linhai from the province of Dos by himself, and then changed his flight route back to Nuvi Province. He broke away from Snow Foam and Dominita, and he wanted to let himself downplay the pain in his loneliness and see where he was headed.

A whistle finally let Lovien know that the world wasn't completely separated from him, amidst the cacophony of many elven travelers cheering as they were returning home. He walked out of the flying ship with the flow of people. The elegant and beautiful Dongdu Port appeared in front of his eyes again, and at this moment, the Dongdu Port could not see the slightest appearance that had experienced a short war, and every elf and human here had a happy expression, and expressed sincere praise for the civilization that Osiria had given them.

He holds the ticket for the next flying boat. Waiting under the statue of Hector, the Elven King of the Eastern Harbor. In the flowing crowd, he seemed a little abrupt as he stood still. There were still four hours to go before he left the ship, and all he could think of was waiting here peacefully to spend this time.

The crowd is like a river of colours. Lovian stood on one shore, staring blankly at the other. Suddenly. A figure standing there abruptly as he did caught his eye, and the shock gradually spread. Gradually, he took possession of his spirit.

"Maffei ......"

He struggled his way through the crowd, and when he finally stood on the opposite side, he watched in disbelief as Mastma's citrine gaze fell from the white veil onto his face, and then lowered in a low voice.

She reached out and grabbed the hem of Lovian's trench coat, her wings stretched, as if trying to get closer to him, but stopped hesitantly.

The wounds caused by the soul revolt had not yet healed, and dozens of unhealed wounds were scabbed with blood, and Masterma lowered his head in pain. He couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her shivering and slight sobs.

A few reddish tears shattered at their feet, and this time he didn't hesitate, stretching out his arms and embracing the girl into his arms. The blue wings converged, enveloping them in a complex blue-red halo. Time stood still, fate no longer flowed, and in an instant, two fallen leaves in the long river of time fell onto the reef in the water, and there was a momentary pause.

After the wars of 500 years ago, the undercurrent of prosperity 500 years later, countless injuries, trusts, separations and even doubts, I finally found that it was still each other who accompanied me through my destiny.

He had never felt the world so real. Although he has experienced countless upheaval and displacement, walked countless ancient roads sprinkled with blood and tears, and experienced too many experiences that are unbelievable to him, a blue figure beside him who is always ignored by himself silently confirms that this qiē really happened.

The blue-purple hair with a refreshing smell and the hairy ears sweeping across his neck gave him an incredible sense of authenticity. Stubbornly keeping her back straight, she fell in the crook of his arm, this was really her, her former lieutenant, the one who swore allegiance to his own kind, too-

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me see you cry?" said Lovian very softly.

"Why do you do this again, Lowe!"

"I'm so homesick. Lovian said in her ear with his eyes closed.

Below is the vast sea, and the lights of the city are faintly visible in the deep night on both sides of the west and east. The waves of the sea level are not visible from the height here, only the water below you seems to be a silky satin, embroidering the starry sky and the blue moon of the dome in its entirety. Edelstein's gloomy and dim rain clouds. The clear and dreamy sky here, the world of such great contrasts, should have brought a more difficult sense of emptiness to the confused Blood Moon Venerable. But at this moment, the world seemed to have an incomparably bright lens installed in his field of vision. Make the world accessible to him.

"Damian...... She really appeared......" Lovian let the sea breeze blow across her cheeks, "Does she still exist in this world?"

Mastma looked into the distance side by side with him, silently holding his hand, "As long as there are people in the world who remember her, she will never disappear." Although the deceased will not be able to stay with us for long, they will always lend a helping hand when they need help. ”

Luo Wei'an lowered his head slightly, looking at the blue moon reflected in the sea, "You are much more poetic than before. ”

"Five hundred years can change a lot—Lowe, I'll tell you again. In the future, except in special circumstances, don't use Soul Death if I don't allow it. If you destroy yourself like this again, it may be difficult for you to go up to level 5 in the future. With a slight effort, Mastma's sharp fingertips stabbed into Lovian's palm.

"Ordering me again?" Lovian said with a smile, turning his head to look at Mastma's familiar face, "Are you going to have long hair?"

Mastma grabbed his hair, when he was the deputy commander of the legion, it was impossible for him to have long hair that violated the rules, but as the commander of the legion, Lovian could not be restricted. This makes her feel a little unbalanced when she thinks about it now.

So she reached out and patted the back of Lovean's head, "You're allowed to keep your hair?" - by the way, what are you going to do when you get home?"

"One step at a time. Lovian sighed, "...... Are you going home?"

Mastma did not answer. Spread your wings and wrap them together, "Don't make you so pathetic. At least you're not homeless - I want you to know one thing, you think your motivation for life is revenge. So what do you think is what motivates me to live?"

"You?" said Lovian, his first reaction was to answer with hatred. But aside from the destruction of the Blood Moon Clan, Mastma's hatred for the Dark Mage may not be as strong as her own. It really made her decide to give up her identity. The only reason for the determination not to return to the Edelstein Plateau is to destroy the Blue Lagoon family of Miè Fried and Avellier. And these two humans and dragons, who are now called "heroes", have dissipated into the past history, and they can no longer leave any changes in this world except for the memory of future generations.

"It can't be me, will it? I'm stressed out that way. Lovian believed the answer, but he believed that he could not find even some obvious reason, for such a reason pervaded every corner of their shared past, scattered and jumble, but everywhere.

Mastema smiled and nodded, but leaned lightly on Lovian's shoulder. Born in the military, she doesn't need the close support of other girls, and perhaps knowing and understanding is the most secure comfort for her.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you'll do something stupid. After a long pause, Mastma replied, "Just like last year's festival day, if I'm not there, who knows what will happen to you." Besides, I can feel in my ring that you're going crazy. Don't do such dangerous things in the future, remember me. ”

And you...... Lowe pondered this sentence carefully, whether this could replace the powerful but painful impetus that hatred brought to himself? The road to revenge in the future may be long, and in this journey with no destination in sight, must there be no end in sight?

Thinking about it, Lowe stretched out his arm and embraced Mastma as she stared at her in shock for a moment. A force that was much heavier and lighter than hatred, but still as tenacious as hatred, crept into the core of his already numb soul. Overlapping and separating from the images of those family and friends in the past, a vague signpost was finally erected on the confused road of the future.

Luo Wei'an saw with his eyes that at the end of the deserted deck in the middle of the night, his mother led Damien and looked at the two demons embracing each other with a smile. The enduring mother's love still penetrates the barrier of time, watching every footprint left by her child in the new era, crying because of his pain, and rejoicing because he has found a starting point for reliance and happiness.

This is already the most gentle and firm blessing and entrustment, Lowe turned his head and looked at her with a somewhat surprised and joyful expression.

"Maffei. I-"

"No!" Muffy blinked, holding out a finger to Lowe's lips. "I won't listen until the last day, and if I only have a chance once in my life, I must choose a good time to be able to say it!"

"You're thinking wrong. Lowe said with a deliberately formal expression, "What I want to say is, in the future, don't be separated so much, I'm happy to be with you." ”

Ma Fei turned her face away, and hid the blush on her face by the moonlight, "What's the difference between what you say and what I think!"

"Maffei. ”

"What are you doing?" said Mastmar, still holding her head.

"Good night. ”

Mastma turned her head in surprise, but Lovian didn't give him time to reply, and ran her right hand through the ends of her blue hair. He looked down and kissed her on the lips.

The body of the former deputy commander of the Third Army stiffened for a moment, and then the wings behind his back tightened a little, and his hands grasped the hem of Lowe's clothes.

The warm and full dark night is coming to an end, and Victoria Island has appeared in their northeast direction. The scent of the Minar forest in the distance seems to have appeared in the light sea breeze, and the river that flows into the sea brings with it a trail of azure water, like a sparkle of crystal blue on a deep blue satin.

Standing at the stern of the boat, stretching out his hand to feel the wonderful touch of the common clouds and mist, the wetness of the mist is still full of the tacit understanding of the two demons. The past and the present draw a solid boundary marker in today, and the past may be dark. But there is already a bright future for the future.

Looking side by side at the departing sea, imagining that the past experience truly became a memory. The separation between the past and the present is only a faint pain in memory, and hatred still guides the way, but it no longer blurs his gaze.

Gaze cohesion. In the faint mist, the Nuowei Provincial Airport Pier could already faintly feel the elemental fluctuations from the Magic Tower. In the fluctuation of the active elements of this machine, Lovian felt a hint of discord.

"Water Elemental ?......"

"Forrest Gump used the power of chaos to give birth to the creation of the ocean that day. Mastma easily folded her arms behind her back. "The Bruce family is going to be completely finished. Don't worry about my safety in the future, let you be positive in the morning. ”

Lovian stroked the dignity ring on his index finger. Turning around and picking up their suitcase, "As long as you're not so impulsive anymore, that's fine." I'd like to tell you a piece of news right now. You first need to reassure me that you're not impulsive. ”

Mastma stood next to Lovian, tightened his heels, and gave a neat military salute, "Understood." ”

"Dragonmaster Fried, he has a successor who will inherit his will. ”

Lovian carefully felt Mastma's movements, and he felt a little relieved that she didn't seem to be out of control, other than that she had been thinking for a little longer.

Luo Weian was puzzled for a while, turned around and asked, "Didn't you lose control because of that Bruce family's dragon master?"

"I shouldn't be like you, at least falling into a hatred and not being able to extricate myself," Mastma smiled lightly, "but it's good to vent once in a while, after all—what do you mean by 'heirs'?"

In the distance, the guiding fog lights led the flying ship through the morning fog, and several Terran cleaners on the landing platform were hurriedly cleaning up the garbage that might affect the landing. The peaceful and relaxing scene reminded him of the battle that had just passed, and the sudden turn of the year made him deeply impressed by the drama of the world.

He smiled and pointed to the passengers who were beginning to pour out of the cabin to prepare to leave the ship, and Mastema wrapped up his white trench coat tightly and walked over to Lovien and grabbed his arm. Lovian smiled helplessly at her, and Mastma finally returned to the time when he had lived at Edelstein Military Academy, and added a lot of elements to his life.

"The Onyx Dragons and the last Dragon, he became a contractual partner of a little guy named Evan but joined the Black Wings - Mercedes said, because I almost clashed with Mercedes because she hated Orca quite much. ”

"Then it's really troublesome for you to maintain the cooperative relationship with the elves. Mastma said and put on a silk scarf, "Hmm...... It's better to keep a low profile in your identity. The Elven royal family all had similar perceptions, but it was really - it wasn't Fried's reincarnation anyway, and I didn't care what new dragon god it was. ”

"Don't be so absolute, maybe Fried's rebellious human race can really do that. Luo Weian shook his head, among the heroes of the human race, although he hated Fried the most, he also admitted that he was definitely an amazing human, and the magical breakthroughs he made in his short life greatly affected the current magic world, and some of his discoveries and theories could even be comparable to the budding three-dimensional magic circle system established by Xue Mo.

"Aren't you pushing me to regain my hatred?" Mastma glanced at him through the veil, "Forget it, it's too tiring to hate again, and I have no reason to hate. Anyway, that kid named Evan is still Orka's subordinate, and I don't hate him too much for that alone. ”

Hatred is too tiring...... Lovian chewed on these words, perhaps because of the difference in gender, hatred was a vital pressure for him, and for Mastema, it was much more meaningful to be able to rely on him than to do everything in his power for hatred.

Lovian and Mastema squeezed out of the flying boat and onto a smooth platform. Although there were almost no bumps in the ride, they still felt a sense of ease and steadiness when they finally stepped onto the stable ground.

"Orca...... She's going to make it, and I can feel it, and the signal from the ring is getting clearer. As he spiraled down the escalator down the magic tower, he leaned over to Mastermar's ear and said.

Mastma's eyes widened, then he lowered his head: "That...... What about the Black Wings after that?" (To be continued......)