I sat up with a scream, the stinging pain of the bone crack and the weakness of the blood loss forced me to fall to the bed. I heard a frightened child's voice.

"Is it Damian?" I said hoarsely.

Damien didn't answer me, I heard only the sound of her thumping footsteps and another familiar footstep a moment later.

"Lowe ......" I forced myself to open my eyes and see the second in line of the Demon Emperor's second in line with his boring low profile in the Military Academy - oh, now that he's the first in line, maybe the Demon Emperor...... I thought negatively and hopelessly.

"You're lucky to have survived such a badly injured injury. ”

"No, I'm not lucky!" I struggled to sit up, my vision still lingering on the glare of the lightning gun, "Why did you save me! I should have died there with the Blue Lagoon family!

The broken body still summoned a strong fighting aura light, and the simple wooden furniture around it shattered one after another under the urging of the snow and frost fighting energy.

"You calm down. ”

Lowe's cold hand pressed against my forehead, and to my surprise, his hand was much softer than mine, presumably from his half-Terran blood...... The sudden coolness and the binding force of the dark essence forced my fighting energy to withdraw from my body, and my rapid heart gradually calmed down.

I endured the excruciating pain all over my body and buried my head in my knees.

"I want to be alone for a while. ”

"I disagree. Lowe said briefly, without a half-cut tone. "As one of the few remaining reserve fifth-level powerhouses of the Demon Clan, your life does not belong to you. ”

It was only then that I turned my head to look at him for the first time. He was dressed in an inky suit, with a straight back. Sit on a stool next to the bed. is not outstanding, but at the moment there is an irrefutable temperament.

Then I lowered my head again and began to cry lowly, from morning to night, until my eyes were blood-red and I could see nothing.

The next day I remembered who had saved me, but I had already thought it was him. Except for him, no one has the ability to rescue a dying girl under the attack of a fifth-level powerhouse, maybe he will be able to rescue others. But because I was a young demon with a lot of potential for development, he finally chose to save me. Such an approach is somewhat too rational and cruel. But for this future Demon Emperor, weighing the pros and cons, this is understandable.

"My father has given up the position of the Demon Emperor to the Winged Demon Supreme Siwu, and the Blood Moon Clan has been injured too much. is no longer able to bear the name of the Golden Clan. ”

Lovian stood under a large, half-charred pine tree in his yard. Just after his thirty-fifth birthday, he looked so tired and ...... Senescence. His father was seriously wounded in the battle to protect his family, and his life is still in danger. The two of them lived together, my mother and sister, plus the unimaginable loss of the Blood Moon Clan...... The pressure of fate weighed on his still immature shoulders, and he stubbornly refused to let anyone share it for him.

Mom and Damien held on to the makeshift tented door and looked at their son and brother from afar.

"My army has been disbanded and merged into the Winged Demon Clan's forces, right?" I regretted as soon as I said this, such cold words that only thought about my own future were undoubtedly stinging Lovian's wounds - and my own - why did I think that......

Lovian turned around, I didn't know if I should run away, but the gaze of Damien and my mother behind me kept me moving.

"Mostly, that's the case. Only a small part remained. Lovian didn't sigh, still in his dry tone. He turned around, "I have read the list of newly promoted officers, you are the candidate for the deputy commander of the Winged Demon, and you can report at any time." ”

This sentence seemed to be an implicit eviction order, and I suddenly felt a very cold snowflake fall in my hot heart, and I shouted loudly without thinking about it: "I refuse! I will not leave my clan, never!!"

"This is His Majesty's order, and you can't help but listen to it. Luo Weian said with a soft sigh.

"There are no absolutes!" I screamed, with the heat of hatred and the loyalty to the Blood Moon Clan that would not go away, I strode in front of Lovian, knelt down on one knee, grabbed his left hand, and said loudly: "I, Mastma Lindsay Vio Bryreette, swear allegiance to Lovien von Bradymun, in the name of my ancestors and me, heaven and earth as a mirror, ancestral spirit as a witness, swear to follow to the death, never betray!"

The demon clan's oath of allegiance, more than one qiē order, even the imperial decree can't stop it.

From that second on, I was Lovian's first lieutenant. At the same time, I swore that I would not return to the Edelstein Plateau until the destruction of the Miè Dragons, that I would not be able to face my parents and younger siblings who had been incinerated in the dragon's breath of agate, and that I was afraid that their souls would comfort me, and that familiar tone would make me rush to death.

From that second on, I followed Lovian on his knees under the Dark Mage's throne and swore allegiance, following his Hellvane blood-red to add a frosty purple splendor to the human world. Countless human towns and cities were wiped out under the red and purple storm.

On that day, the Holy Emperor of Osiria, Arya, attacked the Temple of Time, and Lovian's father, who had not healed from his wounds, was killed in the Holy Emperor's Light Creation, and he - finally- became the commander of the Dark Legion, and I became the deputy commander of the Third Army.

I stood far away in a corner of the village of Shenmu at the foot of the Kasha Mountains, and in the distance I could faintly see Lowe sitting on the throne in a gown on the high steps. I knew his expression, numb, stiff, dull - no sadness to be seen. He is such a demon clan, burying a qiē pain and responsibility in his heart, hoping to use a qiē that he can do to reduce the burden of others, and he only asks for a smile from his family when he returns home.

He is a demon who loves his family, and his family is his source of power and world.

And me?

What is left of my heart but the obsession for revenge? The fiery hatred that had been compressed and condensed had long since occupied all the space in my heart, and I felt the tranquility at the foot of the mountain, and saw Damian and his mother with tears behind me...... Do I still have feelings? Am I still entitled to have a home? If I have a home. Can I continue to hate and have the power to raise my hand to fall frost?

I had long forgotten to think about such things, and now this kind of family affection, which had become so strong in the loss, forced me to think of my past, my mother's instructions, my father's nagging, the chatter of my younger siblings...... This is even more intolerable than hatred.

I tried to rush out, but Damian grabbed me.

"Sister, are you lonely?" she looked at me with clear eyes, I knew she was a more terrifying child than her brother's talent, but Lowe never let her be exposed to a single bit of combat. He was so stubborn that he wanted to keep everyone in his family away from the war except himself.

I didn't answer, and I didn't turn around.

"If my sister is lonely, please like my brother. Her crisp voice rang out.

I didn't expect Damian to say something like that. Maybe a long time ago, in those days at the military academy, I would have dreamed like this while lying on my dorm bed - but now, when I was cold-blooded by the war, I forgot that there was still such an emotion in the world when I swore allegiance to Lovian for revenge.

"I ......" my explanation should have been just as I thought. But I can't say it. She doesn't understand war, and I don't want her to understand it.

"I'm leaving, I still have something to do for your brother. ”

"Sister Masterma, will you remember my words?" I flapped my wings and flew up the hill without looking back, and Damian shouted after me with his tiny wings.

However, this sentence still affected me. I can no longer calmly accept every order of the corps commander as I used to, and I cannot calmly think about every question. Looking at his figure in the candlelight, I found it difficult to take my eyes off.

Christian was the first to notice my anomaly. After the dragons attacked the Blood Moon Clan, she became even more reticent than I am. She would talk to me for a while after the weekly meeting, and she would often tell me that I needed a home, and that hatred was a karmic fire that would burn itself when it could not burn the enemy. And the only way to extinguish this karmic fire is to let go of hatred, and only love can let go of hatred.

I chewed on this phrase until the Dark Legion collapsed due to the mutual distrust between the Legions, until the heroes of the Terrans and Dragons attacked the Temple of Time where the Dark Mage was, until I saw my people annihilated by the Knights of Time under the control of the Dark Mage, until I saw Lovian soar into the sky and let out a desperate roar towards the world.

Until I found out, he would also show his sadness on his face, and until I found out, I would also release my feelings at the last moment.

I waited at the door of the Temple of Time, and I saw him, who had lost his home, coming up to me covered and bruised, and asking me whose allegiance I was.

It suddenly occurred to me that such a question was ridiculous, and I swore allegiance to you, and did such a question need to be answered?

I just repeated the oath I had made again, delivered the letter to the hero, and watched his staggering back disappear into the depths of the Temple of Time, where I would meet him.

I was at that moment, knowing that I was so in love with him.

Lena, the Lord of Time, who is in charge of fate, has given me five hundred years to wait for the world to come.

A lonely road, two lonely demons, this is my future fate, accompany him, and solve the trouble of the black mage by the way.

Very simple.

Now I'm just Mastma Lindsay, the first lieutenant of Lovian, and I don't have the name of the Blue Lagoon that has been reduced to nothingness.

This is my story, I have hatred and love.

The small black beads were slipped through the fingers of Carolette, the cadre in charge of air operations, with steel gloves, and seemed to be thrown casually below to the residents of Nanyang City, who were desperately crowded, trying to escape the fate of death.

The invisible barrier brought by the magic made it impossible for the crowded civilians to break out of the seemingly unobstructed space, no matter how hard they tried, and let the black beads fall into the center of the crowd.

As if they had seen something terrible, innocent civilians squeezed desperately towards the periphery, staring in horror at the unremarkable little bead. But soon, the black orb that felt the breath of life cracked silently. A wisp of pure liquid black poured out of it, gradually forming a shadow that could not be seen in three-dimensionality.

If it were Francis or the knights of the Holy Emperor Knights who had been in charge of escorting the Shadowmen, they would have exclaimed when they saw this scene.

This is the Shadowsmith. In the study of the Black Wings, they are referred to as "half-spirits", and this eerie being between life and non-life has an extreme paranoia about life force and soul power. They were created to absorb life, but also to condense the power of the soul.

There were no screams of pain, just the desperate "gurgling" sound of the throat of a dying person.

Almost instantly, the crowd disappeared without a trace. On a land of several hundred square meters, there are only half-spirits with some three-dimensional sense wandering in the space imprisoned by magic. It can be seen that the mass of the half-spirit created by the Black Wings far exceeds that of the shadow warriors researched in the Holy Land.

The dozens of magicians standing on the outermost part began to chant a spell that was not only obscure, but also terrifying. The three-dimensional sense of the half-spirit body began to lose rapidly, and wisps of pure white soul energy passed through the magic barrier and were absorbed by the silver bottles in the hands of several magicians. Other pale green life energy was absorbed by several other mages with a single scroll. The half-spirit body, which had lost its vitality and soul power, suddenly curled up again. It has returned to the original black translucent beads.

Not far from the head of Nanyang City. A weak-looking teenager glanced in that direction with a nonchalant expression.

"What do you want to die! work!" The boy just glanced at it, and a leather whip with the whistling sound of the wind whipped on the young man's bare back, and suddenly a long whip mark.

The boy didn't seem to feel the whip on his back, turned his head, and walked forward without saying a word, but his seemingly thin arms lifted a huge stone that was exaggerated compared to his size, put it on his back, and slowly walked under the battlements.

The overseer shook the whip in his hand. It was impossible for him not to see that the strength and endurance possessed by this kid far surpassed those in the prime of life who were captured to rebuild Nanyang City. In just three days, nearly one-fifth of the strong men of Nanyang City were similar here. Their corpses were centralized, and life energy was extracted and incinerated directly. The scorching smell made the overseers closest to the pile particularly hot-tempered.

"What a *** weird guy. The overseer cursed, raised his whip and slammed it on the back of another weak-looking man, who was immediately overwhelmed by the huge stone and fell to the ground, and the huge stone fell to his head, and blood flowed.

"Just drag it out, you don't have to save it. The other overseer said in an impatient tone.

The young man with the stone on his back looked back at the middle-aged man who had been sentenced to death, a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards his destination with heavy steps. No one noticed that the whip marks, which had just been red and swollen, had disappeared without a trace on his back in just a few minutes.

Francis didn't live in Nanyang City at all.

He came here of his own free will. After being separated from his teacher Lovian because of Shadowshi, he traveled nearly thousands of miles to Edelstein with Xuemo and Dingkan. Along the way, three guys of completely different races had to live a life of tightening their belts because of a lack of funds. When Francis sold all the money he had gotten from selling everything he had before, the three of them had to temporarily remove two bags of barley from a grain truck against their conscience. Coupled with pickpocketing everywhere, a man, a demon and a dwarf finally returned to Edelstein alive.

Francis, who had already submitted his resignation and been approved, did not want to get help from Black Wing, but he was the son of Edelstein's titular governor, and it was understandable to get some help from his family. But to his great surprise, the Wintington family had moved out of the old location. Upon inquiry, it was learned that almost all the families under the protection of the Edelstan rebels had been relocated to the province of Efando, south of Edelstan.

At the same time, Francis also learned the news of the Blackwings expedition, and also knew that the Blackwings had crushed all the resistance along the way in a brutal way of slaughtering the city with iron blood, and directly killed the hinterland of the Grivar Empire. Knowing that Black Wing had finally begun the expansion he had been waiting for for a long time, Francis, who was eager to make use of his abilities, planned to return to Black Wing after some struggling considerations, and this time he decided to change his name and surname, and start from the bottom of Black Wing again with a new identity, rather than relying on his talent from his parents to gain Orka's approval and become a cadre.

This time back, before his name, there will be no puppeteer title.

"We know you have your own plans, but ......," said Francis's mother, the Marquise de Carissa, with a sigh to her only son, "the world has changed, and you must pay attention to your own safety if you continue to practice!"

"Yes, you will inherit the position of Marquis in a year, and I still want to retire!" said the Marquis of Wintington in a muffled voice.

In Edelstein, it was a tradition for the children of nobles to train outside for a year before they reached adulthood, and the content of the experience was something that their parents would not ask about, and for this reason, Carissa and the Marquis of Wintington had no idea that Francis would go to Nanyang City, which was occupied by the Black Wings, and they would not be very worried about Francis, who had disappeared for a few months.

Francis sat in a makeshift tent, surrounded by the Wintington family servants and attendants, and they all cared about the child as they watched Francis grow up, and when they heard that he was going to go to the far gate again, which he didn't know when he would be able to return, the nagging began. Usually he always finds these nagging annoying and annoying, but at this time he finds that he can't listen enough anyway.

His state of mind has matured a lot after he quit the Black Wing, and in the Black Wing, the Black Wing senior cadres who envy his talent are all trying their best to cultivate this little puppeteer Francis, always assigning the easiest tasks to him, and even when he was fifteen years old, he gave him the title of the cadre representing the Black Wing almost the highest level. This made Francis feel like the world was nothing more than a game.

And Lovian taught him a lot.

Late at night, Francis, who didn't want to be retained tomorrow morning, took advantage of everyone's sleep to pick up his simple bags and leave the warm bedding in the carriage.

"Francis!"

Francis sighed, he still hadn't escaped Xuemo's superb observation from the demons.

"Didn't you leave early?"

Snowfoam appears barefoot in her pajamas in front of Francis, and behind her is her shadow Dingkan, the super-edible dwarf who is their main burden along the way. The bright citrine eyes were full of reluctance, "That's it!"

Francis smiled wryly and stepped forward to rub her snowy purple messy hair, "I always feel like I need to do something." ”

Xue Mo puffed up her waist, took a step back and said loudly: "Then why don't you take the others with you? Are you going to a very dangerous place? It won't be to go to the Grihua Empire to get involved in the war there!"

Francis continued to smile bitterly, during this journey back, he could notice the change in Xue Mo's attitude towards him, but there was no part of his plan about Xue Mo, so he could only suppress this youthful feeling and devote himself to his long-term goals. (To be continued......)