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Not throbbing.

It's deeper than throbbing, shaking.

The whole person, the whole soul is constantly shaking.

That kind of vibration made Su Junyan extremely frightened.

Is that......

The feeling of losing something incomparably important.

Mother's death.

Teacher.

Teacher.

"Olivia......

Don't lose it again.

No.

Don't lose it again!

He looked around at the chaotic world as if he had suddenly found himself.

He's going to get out of here.

He's going to get out of here!

Stepping, running, Su Junyan stepped forward like crazy.

The surrounding scenery began to change, from chaotic nothingness to color.

The color of the snow.

White.

Snowfield.

He was back in the snow again, and he was running in the snow.

A shadow began to appear at the end of the snowfield, and it was the back of a girl.

"Olivia......" Su Junyan felt as if his throat was choked, and he couldn't even call out the name.

It's like this world, all of which are slowly erasing the traces of that girl's existence.

No.

No way.

It can't be like this.

"I don't want ......," he ran desperately towards the girl.

The north wind blew incessantly.

Snowflakes fall.

He was finally getting closer and closer to the girl.

Close enough to see her face clearly.

If you get closer, you'll be able to hug her.

Then wake up.

She's right there.

It's probably raining outside.

Lights were lit in the tent.

He hugged her and didn't say a word.

But it's already the best time in the world.

It must be so.

Su Junyan seemed to be able to feel the soft breath between the girl's breaths.

His hand was stretched out in the north wind.

It's close.

It's really close.

Touch.

Nothing.

Only the north wind howls wilderly.

He looked ahead at the empty space.

"Olivia......

Where is the door.

"Olivia. ”

Where is the door.

Where is the door.

Where is the door.

Where's the door?!

"Olivia!!!!" moment.

Quiver.

In the real world, in the tent, Su Junyan's hand was suddenly raised.

However, no one noticed this.

The dust has settled.

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The dust has settled.

Although outside the tent, the bosses of the ten-member council of the Magician Warlock Association and the Mai Bachelors have not yet decided the winner.

Even, judging from the scene, Mai Werther's side, which completely suddenly changed from extreme darkness to instantaneous pure light, has a huge advantage.

However, it is over.

From the feeling of the scorching flame breath coming from Merlin's direction, the sudden vibration.

It felt like some kind of pain.

It's over.

"It's over. Ashnayo calmly looked at Mai Witt, who had completely turned into the voice of the light.

Now the light has slowly eroded the original overwhelming darkness from the initial point.

If there are no accidents, in a few moments, it may be that the darkness of Ashnayo will only be left with the foothold of nine of their ten-member council.

Heinrich, is this what you have always said to me, my return?

Is this the last resort for you to stay in my condition?

It's amazing.

But......

What's the use?

The world has never been influenced by a few people and a few simple ideas.

In this world, there is no darkness but light.

"Werther, even so, what I said before still counts. Ashnayo's heart, hidden under darkness and robes, didn't know what he was thinking, "You must think I hate your teacher......"

"But actually, Heinrich, really a very nice guy, just...... It's a pity that he really doesn't fit into this era. ”

The last few words are some kind of instruction.

The horn of the end.

The next moment.

Blinding light.

Or, the piercing light.

It was a light that was even more dazzling and shiny than Mai Werther's, and it was impossible to look at it directly.

Carrying, a pure, only destructive energy.

It's the sound of cannons.

Main gun.

The sound of the main cannon of the magic power armament.

A strong main gun.

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After hearing the sound of cannons.

It was as if Altos had lost all his strength.

He knew he was late.

Those people came a little faster than they did.

He was familiar with the sound of the cannon, it was the roar of the main cannon of the Saint Laurent, second only to the King-level Demon Power Armed Body of the Three Stages Town.

Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

That's what the world calls them.

It was also a great contributor to the founding of Yves Saint Laurent.

Artos heard the roar of eleven stations here, and one was in Su Junyan's hands.

And the purpose of their coming here today is probably because of that lost one, Mordred.

In this world, there is never a secret that will never be revealed.

Although I don't know what's going on at all.

However, there is a secret between him and Su Junyan, which must have been leaked.

He calmed his mind for a moment, but still steered the thousand horses forward.

He still planned to give it another try.

Perhaps, there is still a chance?

Su Junyan, I'm here to save you.

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Sudden cannon fire.

Breaking the original world of black and white.

The light, which was gradually devouring the darkness, was interrupted in this more dazzling, more abrupt flash.

Although in the eyes of a madman like the Simon Nighttower, the magic power armament is nothing more than a toy.

In the world of magic power, even a body as powerful as a general can't stop Ximen Yelou's punch.

But there is a reason why human beings have researched this super magic power war tool that is enough to make up for their own shortcomings.

When eleven general-level magic power armed main guns are fired together.

Moreover, it is also the eleven oldest, and the top fifty bodies in the world of magic power armament are enough to rank together, and when they fire a salvo together.

I'm afraid that even if it is arrogant like the night tower of the West Gate, it can only retreat, right?

What's more, it's Mai Witt.

Although, behind him is the entire Mai Bachelor Regiment.

But this cannon is infinitely powerful.

Mai Witt was blasted straight out.

The light faded quickly, and was re-invaded by darkness.

The tent, which looked like a lonely boat in the sea, finally revealed its inner face.

It was dozens of Mai Bachelors who were gradually emerging from the air.

And, the most central, who was guarded by them like a king, Su Junyan.

"Kill the man and get Mordred back. The cold order echoed in the combat channel of the eleven general-level magic power forces.

The dust has settled.

It's true.

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