Ironfast Castle of Nymph, Academy of Magic.

In the large mausoleum at the back of the Academy, a man stood looking at the sarcophagus containing the ashes of Bishop Ronis. This person is very young, good-looking, and has a beautiful face like a woman, but the eyes that look at the sarcophagus are full of cangsang and tiredness, which is the unique expression of an old man who has gone through the ups and downs of life.

"Hey, Ronis, it's me, Magnus. I didn't expect me to come to see you, and I didn't expect me to be the way I am now, did I?" the young man smiled self-deprecatingly as he reached out and rubbed his face vigorously that was not his own. "Actually, I didn't expect that I would be in the mood to have the opportunity to worship you. Unexpectedly, the reincarnation that Deken prepared for Vidnina ended up using ...... But I don't know how long this body can last......"

"You know what? Esquire is dead, at the hands of your student who has been working so hard to cultivate, and I was counting on him to help me in the Vale of Desia...... Negan was so injured that I almost killed Morriel, and I got my hands on the King's Ring, and the hilt of the Black Star, and the boy who gathered the leaves of the Sunwell and the World Tree...... Maybe it's only one step away, and what even Deken hasn't achieved can be accomplished in my hands...... But none of this makes any sense now, because there is one thing you can't think of the most, the hilt of the Black Star has finally been pulled up, in the Castle of Light, the Hall of Light. ”

"I can't think of it...... Unexpectedly... There are so many things that people can't think about in life. When we were younger, we thought the world could be held in our hands......" With a long sigh, he sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the sarcophagus and smiling bitterly. This is the peculiar look of a centenarian lying on the bed quietly waiting for death, no joy and no worries, only helplessness when he sees that his life is about to come to an end. Love and hate. Wang Baxiong's picture, ups and downs, everything is just the past in his eyes. The only effect is to chew slowly and savor the aftertaste of this life.

"For so many years, Your Majesty Deken, you, me, and the three of us have chosen different paths and diverged from each other. We all went far enough on our separate paths, but in the end. The results are the last thing we want to see, and everything we do unconsciously becomes the cause of this result...... Did it really answer Vidnian's chick's words, no matter what we did? In the end, it's just a little dust under the wheels of history...... After so many years of intrigue, there really doesn't make any sense......"

"It's actually meaningless to live...... Only a stingy woman like Widrina would be looking for something inexplicable...... How many years have I not said that to you? Thirty years or forty years......"

His voice and eyes slowly blurred together, slowly and completely immersed in the memory, and finally sat in front of the sarcophagus without saying a word. It is obviously a young body and appearance, but it looks like a stone statue that has been placed in this mausoleum for a hundred years. Old and lonely.

"Your Majesty...... Everyone is basically here, can you live? "Lancelot and Grand Priest Ryan appeared at the entrance of the mausoleum.

"I'm gone......" the Pope said softly, standing up, patting the dust off his body. "After all, as long as you live, you have something to do, even if it's just about trying to survive as much as possible. ”

Celeste had turned into a dead place, and Erathia had suddenly and inexplicably closed the teleportation magic array, and the only powerful reinforcement at this time was Ainfast. The Eastern Continent was completely unaffected by the previous battles. The strength still exists, and only the strong people here still seem to have any hope of being able to fight against the king of death, so in desperation, the Pope and Lancelot can only come here.

This is not a call for help, but a joint effort to survive in the face of a greater crisis.

Led by Archpriest Ryan, Lancelot and the Pope came to the cathedral. The people along the way only saluted Grand Priest Ryan, and the appearance of the paladin and cardinal was not familiar here, and the two of them were now dressed in ordinary and unnoticed.

From the square of the Academy of Magic, it seems that there is no difference between this place and usual, the magic apprentices and priests are still praying, attending classes, researching, and doing what should be carried out, but the swordsmen of the Holy Knights standing under martial law around the cathedral have attracted the attention of many passers-by. Quite sensitive people are whispering, and every time the cathedral martial law is accompanied by a turmoil. But they didn't care too much, after all, it seemed that every turmoil would eventually subside.

What happened at Celeste's Glorious Castle had not yet reached Ironfast, at least not to the common people. Between the Eastern and Western Continents, the fastest news channel is through the teleportation of the magic array, as long as you are willing, it is not difficult to deliberately suppress these messages.

This kind of thing is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and even if it is known, it only adds to the confusion.

"People who don't know anything are so happy...... If I could, I would like to know nothing now, and wander around like these guys, read books in the library, go to class, and have fun with cute girls in my free time...... I now realize how happy and happy such words are. At least I was happy for a second before the world was destroyed, not here like an ant on a hot pan like I am now. "Lord Porugan, the temporary leader of Ofu, stood at the table, peering through the crack in the window, and looked with envy at the ignorant people outside. "If it is possible to choose again, I am really willing not to touch that earth-shattering event that will go down in history,...... , I can't believe that I'm going to stand at a conference table one day discussing how to save this continent. ”

With a nimble jump, Lord Porugan's stake-like body jumped onto another table near the statue of God in the center, looked up at the sacred statue dozens of times taller than him, and said loudly, "Hey. God, now this continent is about to end, you know? You are worshiped here every day by so many happy idiots, can't you think about these people, show some miracle among those lustful knights, and send some savior to show us? Do you want us mortals to be so troubled here? If you know what you are still standing there for? Why don't you use our statues? ”

"Hey, you guys, why do so many people come to serve and worship such a useless god?O great messenger of God, can you give me an explanation?Why does the glorious castle that claims to be your God's holy place in the mortal world conjure up a monster that actually wants to destroy the world??" Lord Porugan turned his head and glared at the Pope and Lancelot, who had just entered, with his bull-like eyes and bared teeth.

The Pope and Lancelot did not even glance at the outspoken dwarf, and sat down without saying a word at the round table which had been provisionally placed in the hall of the church.

"I'm sorry, no matter who is in a bad mood at this time, please don't mind too much. The prime minister sighed softly and said to the Pope and Lancelot. The woman's patience and calmness were on full display at this time, and her face was relatively normal. She turned to Lord Porugan and said, "Calm down, my lord, I understand your feelings, but please also understand that it is useless to be angry at this time. You also have to know that no one in this room is going to be in a better mood than you......"

"Ah, I understand, of course I understand, but I don't have the cunning and patience of all of you here, please forgive me for my youth and impulsive......ness," Lord Porugan muttered and jumped down and sat back in his place.

In addition to Lord Porugan who represented Ofu, the Pope and Lancelot, and Prime Minister Mrak, who represented the Church, there were also the two towers of the Tower of Teeth, and the elven elder Lloyd.

The church door opened, and Head Roland walked in briskly. He sat down at the table without saying a word, his face was gloomy.

"Has Your Majesty taken care of it there?" the Prime Minister asked lightly.

Captain Roland nodded. "Yes. The Holy Knights and the Academy of Magic are already at my disposal. Although several ministers on the military side have some questions, with the joint request of the two of us, the problem should not be big. There is no need for them to know about these things, it only adds to the panic. ”

After a deep groan, the prime minister sighed lightly: "Then there is no way, only rely on us." ”

Above the round table was a huge magical map, with miniature visions of magical manifestations. This is a magical map left behind by the Ancient Elven Empire hidden in the ancient tree of war, and it is a treasure that will never be seen by humans. In the center of the map, a small black mist is slowly moving.

"To be honest, I can't believe that there is an army of the undead that we can't deal with with all the power we have here. The Lord of Grandon tucked the beard on his chin and looked at the magic map without blinking. The same is true of the Lord of the Tower of Adritlis next to him, who have not taken their eyes off this magical work of the Ancient Elves since they came here.

The two towers of the Tower of Tooth are mostly the most relaxed people in the area, and they are even a little wary of the Pope and Lancelot. If it weren't for the true fall of Celeste, the strong invitation of Captain Roland, and the strong reaction of the Whispering Forest, they would not have appeared here.