Until this era, the miracles of each throne were truly and completely disappeared in history, and it was also what contemporary theologians and historians call the "age of confusion" without guidance.

“...... Lord of the earth?"

Ulysses II nodded to him a little dazedly, and then he said to Orca in a dull voice, "So, I know that Your Excellency needs a pure soul. Ask me to do something else—and I, and we ——," he choked up suddenly, his arms trembling violently, and he clamped himself tightly, "—I!!I'm myself!!!I can't do it—— and you can, you don't have to care about it...... I do not ask you to do anything at all, but I hope that you will continue to act according to your wishes, and then the most precious treasure of the Earth Temple, the soul of the Most Willed, who can bring us back to life even when faith breaks, will take what you want. ”

"You forgot to mention one thing, the Seal Stone will belong to the Earth Temple after this. The cold chill in Orca faded slightly.

Ulysses II nodded again, "So...... Please, stop causing unnecessary killings...... Although, I'm not qualified to say that. ”

This time, Orka replied quickly, and her words shocked him even more.

"You're qualified. For the one who commanded you to do this is the one who created zào our Lord. You might think that Orka, or the entire demons, would be blasphemous to say such a thing. However, Orka is here, on behalf of the demons, to tell you that the demons believe in the Dead Sea Instrument or the Holy Record...... What we believe in and devout is not the God who looks upon us from high above with untouchable eyes. Rather, it is engraved between the words, so that our victory can be determined. Our courage is united, our faith is united by the spirit of loyalty, faith and wishes. The true God is not in heaven. And in the hearts of each of our demons. At all times, we can hold hands with Him, look at each other equally and peacefully, and feel their love for us and the piety we reciprocate.

"Because of this, five hundred years ago, you had a high-sounding reason to exterminate the demons, and ruthlessly tortured each demon as a sinful infidel. God has given you the power to kill, and He has given us the power to resist. With 20 million demons against 2 billion Terrans, we still won. That's what we're proving. And now, even if the demons in the world have been wiped out, even if there is only one demon in Orka, Orka will still do what she wants to do. Your bondage, because of God on high, and His vain will. And the god of Orka has always been in her heart. ”

Ulysses II was still staring blankly at her.

Orka took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and turned away.

And comprehensively analyze your price code and conditions. Orka grants you this request. But Orka wondered if such an earth temple still had such a pure soul...... What Orka will see is that even if the soul of the Sincere in your hands is not so pure, the Seal Stone will remain in the palm of her hand with a guarantee. ”

Orka gently stroked Sweeney, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms under the influence of her spirit. The Lone Wanderer looked at them with complicated eyes, while Ulysses II sighed heavily, silently.

She accelerated to the southeast again. Ulysses II slowly disappeared into the night with his heavy body in tow, and this time the Lone Wanderer did not follow anyone.

The village in ruins still shimmers with the red glow of struggling souls.

Grivar – if it could still be called an "empire". Since the day of the Black Wings' invasion, it has been in deep trouble. And the current situation. It faintly hints at the long-overdue complete collapse that is really coming.

The loss of more than half of the land in the north completely collapsed the economy of the Grivar Empire, and the resulting loss of population caused the prestige of the Greva Empire's government to plummet. Many of the descendants of their ancestors who had chosen to live freely in the past and broke away from the rule of the Osilian Empire began to seriously consider whether or not to become a citizen of the Osilian Empire. This is despite the fact that a draconian edict has been issued prohibiting this from happening. But in the face of the current situation, whether it is sparse or blocked, it has long been useless.

The only territory that can be said to be stable now is the southernmost territory that has not yet suffered many blows from the Black Wings. For generations, it has been inhabited by a demon legion tasked with defending Grivar from the uncivilized Southern Snow Regions' various alien beasts and monsters. And now, it is this legion that is not known to the Lords of the Grivar Empire, Sovion, who is guarding the Summer Palace, which is a temporary imperial palace.

The sleepless nights became more and more irritating in the shadow of the tall snow-capped mountains in central and southern China and the sonorous sound of the battle armor of the silent demon march. Sovien, the seventh-generation lord of the Grivar Empire, who looked mediocre and took off his imperial robe, clung to the railing in front of him.

No one knew what he was thinking, in fact, he had now lost the idea of what he was thinking.

It is a sure thing that the empire will die in its own generation, unless he still has the leisure and elegance to put those young children on the throne and then let the historian make a note in the history of the death of the country that can still be passed down in later generations: "In the middle of the Swan Emperor Calendar 411, Grihua died at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and the later lord Griva VIII was captured ......."

There may be some minor changes, but the year probably won't change. The Osirian Empire had never recognized the existence of the Grevar Empire, they were just outliers who survived in the gap between the Earth Temple and the Empire—and even in the end, even their own calendars were mercilessly incorporated into the continental Gregorian calendar.

"It's ironic that the Empire of the Candle Candle has not been breached by soldiers - they don't bother to use it...... Fundamentals – just waiting for us to fend for ourselves. Sovien said this for the first time.

General Shillong asked to see him. A herald behind him shouted hurriedly.

With a nod of his back, Sovien agreed to the current request of the commander of the Southern Snow Garrison Corps, whom he had never seen before when the Empire could barely become an Empire.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded like stepping on Soveon's heart - of course, the Southern Demon Clan for generations was a piece of heart for Soveon. Since the founding of the country 500 years ago, because of the prevailing atmosphere in the mainland. As a matter of course, after not forgetting to give a little charity to the demons, they sent the remnants of about 200,000 demons to places where avalanches, earthquakes, strong winds and many other natural disasters may occur at any time, not counting the invasion of barbaric civilizations living in the barbarian southern snow region and the dangerous place where alien beasts and monsters frequently appear - the foot of the Central South Mountain Range.

For this reason. The 200,000 demons were very safely confined in a harsh environment. In the short 500-year history of the Grivar Empire, the demons seemed to have evaporated. Never showing up in any superficial meetings and meetings, if it weren't for the fact that the emperor had to be clear about the strategic layout of the empire, the name of any demon commander stationed in the Southern Snow Region would probably be the first to be forgotten.

And suddenly, in the midst of these days, seeing those silent and terrible black formations, Thorvien felt with horror that it would not take any time for the anger contained in the five hundred years of grudges stored in them to consume Grivar. In the explosive flames, Thorvien's slender feather would only quickly carbonize and disappear, and not even a single spark would splash out.

It's really desperate. Thinking about this, Sovien was much more relieved.

So he showed a little bit of the majesty of an emperor and turned to General Shillong, who was two heads taller than him.

"Your Majesty is fine. His voice was like a tin drum rumbling.

Thick limbs, brown hair curled against his hard skin, and the rough outline of his cheeks depicted an extremely cold and hard expression.

Suo Weien knew a little about the inside story of the Demon Clan, this was a Demon General from the Mang Clan, and the real leader of the black Demon Army Formation behind him would only come from the more noble Blood Moon Clan. Shillong was just a medium for the real planner to speak.

Sovien nodded briefly: "I understand what you mean, but you also know that if the country wants to survive, it must need your strength - this does not refer entirely to military power. I need your complement in every way. ”

"We're doing our best, Your Majesty. As Sovien thought, except for the movement of his mouth, Shillong seemed to be a stone statue at this moment.

"And what do you want to say?"

"We've found that trying our best is no longer going to help. Our granaries are empty. If this continues, people will starve to death in winter, Your Majesty. ”

Thorween was no longer angry. He turned away and sighed—

"Resisting the Will...... Resist the will, resist the will...... It's over. ”

There was a muffled thumping sound. It was the sound of a body crashing against the ground of an ancient tree. Thorween was slightly surprised. Could it be that this is also what the real minds of the demons are telling me? At this moment, which move does it mean?

"West—" He was going to say something slightly encouraging. But when he turned around, he saw that the direction of the demon warrior kneeling was not towards him, nor the demon station over there, but an inexplicable sky.

The surprise and appalling at the unknown made him look the same way he had been when he had run out of water, but he saw nothing in the deep night sky.

"You're ?!——"

This was obviously not something that had been entered in advance, and the stone statue whose name was Shillong said nothing.

But Soveen guessed the answer in his feverish but suppressed eyes. It was a real high-level demon, a demon powerhouse who really had absolute suppression of ordinary demons like the Mang clan in terms of bloodline and strength.

"Hiss-hiss-" The sound of ionizing air sounded in my ears, and the gray marks seemed to be engraved directly on the endless sky. At first, the gray lines seem to be just the outlines of some postmodern art paintings with unknown meanings. But a moment later, when the delicate lines of the transition had dissipated, a rush of evil rushed towards Sovien with a crushing momentum.

A pair of huge and simple winged demon wings, symbolizing the demon totem of the majesty of the previous demon emperor.

"What you see is nothing but an illusion...... Now I command you in my blood to take to heart what you have seen—for this is the projection of what you will see in the future. ”

The hoarse demon language spilled this difficult message to the land under Zhongnan Mountain, and the black-armored demon warriors who were surrounding the palace still quietly retreated.

"Escort !—— protect !——Your Majesty" An angry roar sounded from the deep palace, and in an instant. The royal guards in gold armor poured in from all directions. Because of the influence of the demon language just now, they saw Shillong, who was also a demon. Without hesitation, they drew their swords and raised their spears.

Shillong remained in his original position, and in an instant, the influx of guards drowned Thorvine in layers of golden armor. Just as the cold tip of the spear pierced Shillong's body with a piercing fighting spirit. The seemingly huge and clumsy body bounced up like an arrow, and without a weapon, he directly raised his fists, and made a terrifying leap in the air, and his dark brown hands wrapped in a fighting spirit grasped a pair of spears pointed at him, and with a violent flick, the royal guard holding the spear was thrown away as if he had no weight.

Shilong's face with two guns in his hands was still as cold as before, and with him as the axis, a strong purple and rigid earth fighting qi surged out, and a strong impact suddenly erupted. With a loud roar, the fragile Terran guards around them were instantly swept away.

Under the Winged Demon Totem in the sky, the Terran commanders who shouted military orders to the demon army that occupied the vast majority of the numerical superiority around them did not receive the slightest reaction, and the demons who had once bowed their heads were now like demons at this moment, staring directly at the Demon Emperor Wings in the sky and staring coldly and proudly at the Demon Emperor below.

The follow-up magic blows followed, and the magician standing in the distance swept up strong elemental fluctuations, and the fire element, which had the most direct attack power, instantly dyed Shillong's surroundings red. And against this red background, among the group of guards who were blown away by Xilong's fighting spirit, there were still two guards in ordinary golden armor standing with swords.

Shillong immediately recognized this as a master of the royal guard. They are all powerful martial artists who have reached the middle and high levels of the fourth level. And Shillong was just a quasi-powerhouse who had just broken through the fourth-level threshold, and in the face of such a powerful suppression, not counting the continuous magic attacks around him, he was already in a dead state at this moment.

If there is no Winged Demon Totem in the sky. He may really fall into despair, but at this moment, behind him is the Demon Blade that has finally found the co-owner and has been lost for five hundred years, and in the sky is the totem that symbolizes the emperor who once stood alone in the world-

"Cast Me —— Glory"

He clenched the heavy gun in his hand. A blazing fighting aura barrier temporarily blocked the magic suppression that had obscured his vision, but his voice. But in the full stimulation of the life potential, the whole battlefield was shaken.

A round of Blood Moon Totems with a diameter of more than ten meters rose silently from the military formation behind them, which was the Blood Moon Clan who had endured the severe pain of bloodline glory and persevered until now. Tens of thousands of Mangs are summoned by the Blood Moon Totem. The dark golden Mang totem rose in mid-air, and immediately converged and condensed into a huge Mang clan emblem seal of nearly 100 meters, and in the guidance of the blood moon clan's dazzling red moon, it splattered with a powerful force that made all the human races feel unbelievable.

"War Spirit—"

"—Burning !——"

In the chorus of thousands of demons, a hoarse female voice pierced through a low qiē hush, with a vague and brilliant gray light, suddenly penetrating the lead-gray clouds of the night.

Although the Empire of Griva is no different from its demise, the five hundred years of heritage still bring a strong man of patriotism to this deformed but complete country.

Six fourth-level magicians rose into the air, and the intense magical light suddenly illuminated the dark land as bright as day. The intense annihilation light that blended to white tore through the darkness of the sky, but did not engulf the proud silver ash.

In the flickering dense magic light cluster, the silver-gray trajectory vividly penetrated the magic light cluster that was a hundred meters straight. The six fourth-level protector mages were shocked to see that the enemy, which was so dense that it did not require magic effects with the penetrating power of the Winged Demon Clan, made a terrifying right-angle turn in mid-air after penetrating, and suddenly rushed towards the nearest fourth-level mage.

Distance - The distance of the mage determines success or failure——

He saw Orka, who had been blackened by the burning of magic, raise a long knife made of gray feathers and stab him in the chest.

Nothing could stop the Winged Demon's sprint, even if the three fourth-level martial artists behind her gave up Shillong who was close at hand and returned to her at full speed, it didn't hinder her from the slightest buffer.

The condensed magical fluid was still flowing through her spiritual sea by inertia, and his whole body had been completely shattered by Orka's tremendous kinetic energy. It immediately turned into ashes in a cluster of incandescent magical light half a meter above it.

It was so fast that no other mage even noticed what was happening. They still maintained the magical light in their hands, and at this moment, they instantly became the driving force behind the imbalance.

The incandescent light suddenly spread, quickly dissolving into a variety of disgusting, sweet colors that melted into the sky. The remaining five fourth-level mages finally noticed something was wrong at the last moment, and tried their best to turn their energy cast towards the sky. Otherwise, in such a powerful elemental release, the palace below it should have turned into a giant pit.

Shilon looked blankly at Orka, who had already surpassed his comprehension, and the gray shadow quickly passed through the other three who were chasing after her, but always a fraction of a second away from her, and countless delicate magic attacks and impenetrable sword path fighting qi simply could not continue to leave a trace on her charred gray short clothes. (To be continued......)