"It's a human tradition, and I have to go alone to conform to it. Francis knew how obsessed Xuemo, who had been raised by the elves, was devoted to keeping her traditions, "I'll be back to you in a year!

"I think cereal porridge is good...... "Ding Kan behind Xuemo muttered, and she immediately glared at her "slave" fiercely.

"Then it's decided, a year!" Xue Mo stretched out her hand, "Pull the hook!"

Francis had to smile wryly and cooperate with Xuemo's movements.

"That'...... I'm leaving?" When Francis saw Xue Mo make way for herself, she suddenly felt her eyes sour.

Xuemo suddenly jumped and hugged Francis, and whispered in his ear: "Don't think I can't guess what you're going to do, Teacher Harlem told me that if you like someone, you have to give him freedom." Although I don't understand, Mr. Haring's words are all right - you must come back safely, for a year, and say yes. ”

Francis felt that his face was about to burn, he couldn't take a step, and his mind went blank.

Immediately, Ding Kan also came over and hugged his waist fiercely, almost not breaking his bones, the pain made him wake up from the blank state, "Okay, okay...... Thank you. ”

"Brother, I'm optimistic about you!" said Dinkan in a hearty manner (Francis: "Be quiet!"), "You're going to be like the boss!"

“...... Well, thanks...... You take care too. ”

Seven days later, Francis crossed the Burial Mountains, using an imperfect tracking technique. With the ruins and broken walls along the way as the road signs, we rushed to Nanyang City. When he arrived at his destination, it was just in time for the end of the Nanyang City War. The buildings in Nanyang City have almost completely burned down by the Black Wings, who are grabbing strong men everywhere to fill the labor gap. Originally, Black Wing would have thrown it directly to the Shadow Warrior when he saw such a young boy, but Francis used his dark spirit to prove that he was fully capable of such heavy work.

Along the way to the tempering of the dark essence, although Francis still maintains the second-level intermediate level, his ability to control the dark essence is different. The healing power of the dark essence has been fully exerted in the coolies of these days. In general, although he was treated inhumanely, Francis did not resent this qiē. At least he's done it from the very beginning.

"Loka, how do you have so many bones in your body, so much strength in your thin arms and legs...... Say. You don't know how to do martial arts or anything?" said Francis, piling the stones behind him on a broken foundation, gasping for breath as a strong man next to him who was also a coolie.

"How could it be. Francis said expressionlessly, "Isn't there a test when you choose people? ”

"And what's the matter with you?"

"Accept your fate. Francis turned his head to the next boulder after putting the stone down, "They are like we're tired to death." Hope will drive you crazy. You'd better resign yourself to fate. ”

There was a thump of footsteps. Then out of the back of a charred house came a swearing overseer.

"Accept your fate! Accept your fate!" he said and waved the whip in his hand.

Francis frowned, looked around, and raised his hand to see a sharp dark aura. The dark spirit pierced his heart with precision, twisting slightly, stripping him of his life.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood all over the ground, and suddenly screamed hysterically.

Taking advantage of the sound to get out of the way, Francis walked over and slapped him unconscious.

The dark spirit resurfaced. Wrapped up the overseer's body. Black flames flashed, and the Overseer was reduced to a small pile of black ash in a moment. Scattered among the ashes that could be seen everywhere in the burned Nanyang City.

He went to pinch the strong coolie and woke him up.

"That's resignation. I believe in my own life. Francis said coldly.

"Beautiful. It was a somewhat tired female voice, and Francis frowned, ignoring the strong man whose face was already panicked, and grabbed him by the neck and walked to the side.

"Brother Francis, long time no see. When you see your sister, why don't you just leave without saying hello?" In the shadow of the corner, a blonde woman with a charming appearance walked out, and that self-pitying gesture made Francis feel a little sick to her stomach.

"No comment. Francis glanced at Radiant, Secretary General of the Black Wings.

"My lord knows you've been here for a while, and she wants to see you. Radian said in a soft voice, a hand on Francis's shoulder.

Francis froze, and the delicate figure that had been thinking about it all night and night came to mind.

There is a strange darkness in the bright yellow corridor because of the oppressive atmosphere, and although the air in front of you is transparent, a mist appears between your line of sight and the target in front of you, and you can't tell where it is, but it really appears at the limit of what you can discern, and for a long time, it is a headache and dizziness.

This is the interference of a powerful force field on the human sensory system, and in the center of the Black Wings in Nanyang, such a power field is everywhere. And the core of this qiē power field is the legion commander who is hidden in the deepest shadows.

Francis tried to shake Radiant off quickly, but the voluptuous Secretary General was like a dim shadow behind him, and no matter how hard he tried, Radian's sticky and greasy voice always lingered in his ears. All he could do now was think about nothing, staring down at his worn-out cloth boots.

After turning a corridor, the uncomfortable force field finally faded away, and what made him feel even more relaxed was that Le Dian behind him stopped talking about him from the left and right.

Tagos and Ibeh stood in front of the small hallway, Eleonor still hidden under her heavy robes, leaning against a pillar behind her.

"It's not been a long time since we parted, but I still feel like I'm in a different world......," Ibech smiled meaningfully as he saw Francis walking in. Tagaus's burly body tightened his officer uniform. He looked at Francis faintly, his face expressionless.

Francis nodded, but didn't say anything.

"The changes that have happened to you. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for me Black Wings is not something we decide. ”

Francis looked at Ereonor, who was unchanged, in surprise, "Erey, you talk like this, it's very heavy. ”

Hereonor stretched out a pale finger and shook it gently, "Judge that." Who else but you and the Lord?" she said meaningfully, tapping lightly to the door. The closed stone door slid open with a creak.

"Please come in. Radiant said softly behind Francis.

A heavier depression came over his face, making it difficult for him to take a step. He was slightly surprised that it was not the Legion's lounge he had imagined, but another long hallway. In this depressing corridor. Translucent masonry in indigo became the material that made up the walls and ceilings. On the smooth walls, strange metal instruments can be seen everywhere, accompanied by the cacophony of work, and a disgusting smell permeates the small space. On the dark black floor tiles, the vibration energy and soul power mixed with many abnormal energies flowed irregularly, not only in the senses that a space here was offensive, but also made people feel disgusted by such a space from the deepest part of the soul.

It's an abandoned land of dirty energy.

Although the various instruments embedded in the walls are purifying the environment at full speed that has been tainted by xenomorph energy. However, it is clear that the increasing amount of anomalous energy here is beyond the scope of what the purification device can handle. In a few moments, the overly dense xenomorph energy will cause a terrifying qualitative change in the environment here—Francis thought with a frown. The dark spirit formed a circulation around him, secretly resisting the filthy flow of energy.

"Oh, it's Mr. Francis, come in, it's not cleaned yet. ”

This is an old man's voice, and just by listening to the voice, you can tell that the owner of this voice is a round old man, and it is the kind that looks very kind.

Sure enough, a secret door suddenly slipped open on the indigo wall, and a chubby old man wearing a very loose white coat looked a little clumsy and squeezed out, holding a strangely shaped instrument in his hand, and dirty energy immediately poured into it. It didn't take long for Francis to feel that the air around her was much cleaner.

"Hello, Professor Gremmel. ”

"That's so kind...... It's too polite...... "The chief scientist of the Black Wings waved his round head repeatedly, and his small eyes were blocked by the thick lenses of his glasses, and he couldn't see what kind of light was shining in his eyes, "-Miss Orka wants to see you, I can't let you be late, can I?"

Francis could only smile wryly, smiled apologetically at Grimmel, and headed straight for the deepest part of the hallway. This veteran scientist, who has made great technical contributions to the Black Wings, has been soaking himself in the real yàn room for many years, doing all kinds of real yàn that other people find outrageous. Every cadre of the Black Wings, including Tagors, felt deep admiration and ...... for what Grimel had done Unwell.

From Francis's point of view, he still had no idea when the mysterious Grimmel appeared in the Black Wings, and he seemed to have appeared at Orca's side at the very beginning, far more senior than any other cadre. Not only that, but he was sometimes able to sense a bottomless mystery from Grimmel, which made him invisibly keep a respectful attitude towards the elder of the Black Wings.

Who knows if the eyes behind his reading glasses will reflect what he really thinks......

As he passed through the secret door at Grimmel's side, two other figures emerged from behind Grimmel. Although he was still young, Francis was much more mature than the two children, who didn't look much younger than him. The kid standing behind Gremmel, dressed in a black winged mage robe and holding a strange staff decorated with a pair of black wings, stood very quietly beside Gremmel, looking a little slender against the black background. The little guy standing behind him, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, was much stronger, sticking his head out and looking around curiously at the strange surroundings. What puzzled Francis the most was a pale golden rune on his forehead and a pair of small ...... with blue-blonde hair sticking out Horn?

Francis set his gaze on the little kid behind the young mage. There was a strange feeling that fluctuated. Sensing his gaze, the younger child raised his head and met Francis' gaze without fear. Francis was taken aback. Because in those inky blue eyes, he saw a narrow pupil.

Not human?!

The young mage silently moved in front of the unknown creature in human form, one side of his body shielding Francis's increasingly condensed gaze. From under his slender bangs, a pair of dark green eyes were firmly fixed on Francis, and the slightly narrowed eyes and tightly pursed corners of his mouth unabashedly showed hostility.

Francis was amused by this inexplicable provocation, and he smiled disdainfully and turned to walk deeper into the hallway.

"The hosts. Don't do this!" Miller hurriedly grabbed Evan's arm with force, and at the same time, a dark force pressed Evan's surging magic back into his mental space, "That's the rule here. Let's go!"

Evan snorted fiercely and shook off Millet's hand, "We can't survive if we're not tough, that's our principle." You know what?"

"Master—"

The closed door at the end of the hallway opened when Francis touched the doorknob.

He stiffened in. And then it was frozen there.

This was not the first time he had walked into the adult's room, but it was the first time he had truly felt that the supreme leader of the Black Wings was not a cold and hard working machine, but also a real person with seven emotions and six desires.

The room is bright, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side are not luxurious but very clean, and the warmth of the yellow of the setting sun shines through. He stepped on a thick cashmere carpet under his feet, and used a clumsy weaver to bring out the cold and fresh style of the snowfield. There are no cramped furniture in this room, just the most ordinary chairs and an old but clean sofa. He noticed that in almost every corner of the room, there were stuffed bunny dolls—clean, warm, and with a little bit of childlike innocence. That's Orca's style.

The Supreme Leader of the Black Wings, the former First Legion Commander of the Dark Legion. The Supreme of the Winged Demon Clan, standing under the bright yellow of the setting sun at this moment, gently pulled up a strand of long hair that hung down like mercury. The twilight sun gilded her black officer's uniform with gold, and her body was still straight, as if no matter the next moment of each moment, this petite body would burst out with thunderous power.

Francis watched as Orka pulled up her long silver hair and put on her officer's hat, which she never took off. Then, at the moment when Orka turned around, he waved his right hand back and raised the hem of his long robe, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency, Francis reports!"

He felt a thin shadow cast above him, and he held his breath.

"Good work, get up and sit down. ”

Francis stood up, still not daring to look directly at Orka, and sat back in the hardwood chair behind him with his head bowed, sitting in an extremely standard position.

"Is it because you feel guilty for what you have done in the past few decades, or are you simply afraid to look directly into Orka's eyes?" Orka's light voice was a little tired and hoarse at this time.

Francis raised his head, and then felt the air in his lungs suddenly be emptied, and the terrifying pressure of the air suddenly made all his blood rush into his brain, and he was dizzy.

On Orka's once delicate and beautiful cheeks, dozens of slender but extremely deep brown scars are densely intertwined, like a fine porcelain vase covered with fine cracks. Perhaps, at a certain angle, this did not affect the delicate appearance of the Lord of the Black Wings, but it left this once perfection with an inscribed soul and irreversible damage, making her forever far from perfection in that extremely short, a fraction of a distance.

"Legionnaire!-"

Orka sat calmly on the sofa in front of him, her hands clasped together with hundreds of fine scars, and her eyes were full of gentleness and warmth in her youth.

"It's just some after-effects," Orka shook her head slightly, her mercury-like braids gently shaking behind her, "and Orka got angry at a very nasty opponent. ”

Francis's hands clenched, avoiding Orka's gaze.

"As an enemy of Orca, and alive until now, you are far from the person you can handle now. ”

"The subordinates understand. ”

"You know, now you're no longer Orka's subordinate? Orka's voice was still hoarse, and there was not a hint of emotion in it.

Francis's eyes widened and he looked up in disbelief.

"Here in Orca, Francis won't achieve much. What Francis needs is a wider space, and Orca really can't bury you!" Orca smiled lightly, her scarred cheeks couldn't hide Orka's beautiful nature at this time, "Orka wants to know, your teacher, are you okay?"

Francis was dazed for a moment, then said tentatively, "My teacher Lovian?"

Orka suddenly lowered her head and exhaled slowly.

"It's really good, it's one thing to guess that he's alive, it's another thing to hear about him......" Orka sighed lightly, "It's been a long time since I've heard this name, even Orka, it's been a long time since I've said this name......"

"Teacher, he ...... Actually, adults...... I-" Francis didn't know how he could explain that he had separated from Lovian, and it was not known if he had escaped from the Shadowmen, but he clearly judged that Lovien and Orka had known each other before, and that Lovien was important to Orca.

"The teacher was hunted down by the shadow priests of the Holy Land, and now I- I don't know what happened to the teacher. After a moment's hesitation, Francis finally said.

Orca didn't look as surprised as Francis had imagined, she just smiled and shook her head, gently holding out a scarred hand with a quaint purple ring on her left index finger.

"Your teacher also has such a ring on his hand, right?"

Francis nodded.

"If the Legion Commander is killed, all the other Legion Commanders will know from this Dignity Ring. Orka explained, "There are still many living Captains of the Dark Legion...... What a hassle......"

Francis didn't know why Orca was saying this to him, he could only listen with his head down.

"Holy Land...... Except for Shinas, nothing else is a nuisance. Orka looked up and said, "But now, it's not that time. Do you know, now, the Holy Land has been in chaos, and the person who claims to be from the Holy Dragon Family has openly rebelled against the Holy Land and joined the camp of the Earth Holy Sect. Lowe ...... He also needs to change back to his old self. ”

After saying a few words, Orka flicked his finger and made Francis look up. (To be continued......)