Kalisa stood dumbfounded on the porch that had become the doorway, and then violently covered her mouth with her hand—

A cloud of darkness melted in the black scorch marks in front of him, and Francis lowered his head, trotted over to his mother, threw away his sword, and fell to one knee.

"Mom, I'm back. Your magic ...... It seems to be growing again. ”

Kalisa jerked her son up and held her arms in her arms, crying bitterly. Fifteen-year-old Francis may have changed a lot during the year, but he was in the process of being a child anyway, and the Marquess of Wintington as a parent.

The Marquis of Wintington patted Francis on the shoulder, and all he muttered was "It's good to be back......

An inexplicable clicking sound sounded not far away with this scene, and the blood red instantly surged into the blood moon honor's yellow crystal eyes.

The ball of light condensed by the dark elemental exploded around Lovian, sending a huge wave of dust into the already empty gray-yellow earth around him. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails invisibly pierced his skin, and a few wisps of purple blood flowed from his palms.

Xue Mo walked slowly to Luo Wei'an's side, saw his father's appearance, and stood in shock.

Luo Wei'an concentrated all his spiritual power until now, and only then did he suppress the sudden outpouring of hatred that he thought he had adapted.

The extremely high temperature of the flames was invisible, twisting into a strange circle of flowing air around Lovian, his body became blurred in this circle of flames, and at the moment when the Marquise of Carissa hugged his son, an inexplicable extreme sorrow accompanied by the release of long-dormant hatred suddenly swallowed all of Lovian.

"Ah!!h

A loud roar erupted. He immediately let out all his resentment and old anger with this roar. But such thoughts can only comfort oneself, because after waking up from this world. Before he truly ended, hatred had become one with his soul. Can't be abandoned.

His father, mother, and his favorite sister Damien, refracted the moment of release of Francis's relationship with his parents, and once again burned their figures on his retina from five hundred years ago.

A huge wave of sound unleashed all of his dark energy, and the tumbling black clouds rushed into the sky, then were dispersed by the massive sound waves. The sky above him took on a complete black circle.

The air and dark red vision cleared again, and Lovian slowly stood up, looking at the snow foam beside him who was blocking his sound waves with a magic circle, the terrified Francis family behind him, and the knight of the Silver Mistletoe Sword who was protecting them. Everyone looked at him.

"Francis. Can I take a few of your knights with me, and if I move the Wintington family out, I'll have to get their property back?...... Well, not so many, twenty people are enough - Xuemo, you don't want to go, if you are interested, you can carve the circle below you. With that, Lovien jumped onto his horse, always with his back to the direction of the Wintington family's ancestral home.

(300 years of the Swan Emperor's calendar, Edelstein without black wings)

At this time, the Les Bains Mine was not part of the Black Wings, which had not yet appeared, it was a small mine with only two shafts, and its main role was to supply coal to the dwarven craftsmen working under the Cogwheel City.

The Lébin mine is not a magnificent mountain. The black fertile soil covers the unremarkable hill, the light green shrubs cover the slightly flat foothills, and the lush green dotted on top of the black fills the world with a thriving life.

It's a time of autumn and winter, and the cold wind runs down a narrow corridor between the valleys. The shrill sound of the wind was drawn among the layers of shrubs between the mountains.

There was little vegetation in the shadows left by the mountains, and the bare black soil mixed with sharp angular stones sprinkled disorderly on the massive boulders, and the wind that swept through the valley swept away large layers of soil with a howling sound. Once again, the scattered debris was brought to this space that had been barren by the wind.

The clouds of chaos and transformation spread out at Orka's feet, her hands clutching the stone wall beside her. Staring blankly at the world beneath the seemingly soft sea of clouds.

Alone.

The once sleek and sharp black and silver officer uniforms have become worn out with the passage of time, and the hard-brimmed hat inlaid with the Winged Demon Clan's emblem has lost its soul to the Legion Commander in the fierce wind blowing day and night. Chapped hands clutching the broken cane. Except for a few strands of mercury hair blown up by the wind, she was like an old wax figure that had never had a life, gradually eroded in the eternal wind, and finally melted into this vast sea of clouds.

There is only a sea of clouds in his eyes, only the eternal sharp sound of the wind in his ears, and the words that come suddenly are like a fleeting candle in the extreme darkness.

"Hello!-"

The echo reverberated between the two valleys, and Orka might have jumped to his feet mechanically, pulled out his cane, tore apart the Terrans who had lost his qiē, and then sat back on the cliff mechanically, waiting for the end of eternity.

She lifted her staff, but only this time did she realize that the golden and red staff had shattered, leaving only half of it in her hands.

Orka stood up, the wind blowing her tattered officer uniform without hesitation, and the once tense and cold Winged Demon Supreme had an ethereal indifference that was diametrically opposed to her temperament.

In the center of her dark purple eyes was a Terran, who did not look older than her old self, dressed in a very ill-fitting mountaineer's tight-fitting suit, and wrapped in a white coat much larger than him on the outside. After a few seconds, the young Terran struggled to raise his head, a human boy with clear eyebrows, his flaxen-colored hair more messy with the wind, but the sparkle in his eyes was much brighter than her purple eyes.

"Who are you?" Orka vividly remembers as the sixth sentence she had spoken in five hundred years.

The young Terran boy was stunned, and Orka remembered that she was in the Demon language.

"My name is Gremel Clayderman," the boy said with difficulty in the unfamiliar Daedric language against the wind.

A familiar demon language. For the first time in five hundred years, Orka's backwater-like heart rippled.

With a flash of blue-purple light, Orka appeared less than ten centimeters away from the young man named Gremmel.

"Why do you speak our language?"

The five crystal nuclei have fallen silent during the five hundred years of the Fall. At this moment, Orka is just a winged demon girl with little power, but the power of being the highest person in the demon clan still puts great pressure on Grimel. He couldn't even retreat. Just fell to the ground all at once.

Five dark pupils swirled slowly, and Gremel knew that if he mispronounced a word, he would understand why the elders had reminded him never to come to this place.

"I, I...... I taught myself......" Grimmel sat on the ground and stepped back in a panic, "The elders say that there is a demon here who has been sitting here for hundreds of years, killing every challenger who crosses this valley-"

"Challenger, who are they going to challenge?" Orka asked mechanically.

“...... Oh, oh - of course, the ...... of Mount Lebains."

"Poor humans. I thought I had conquered a mountain by reaching the top......" Orka turned, his joints that hadn't moved for a long time seemed to creak, "Strange human, you can go back alive." ”

But Orka felt that the human behind him did not flee the valley with the joy of being reborn, but struggled to his feet.

"What more do you want, isn't life a precious gift?"

"No......" Grimmel seemed to have made up his mind, and he continued in the demon language, "I ...... I want to ask you to get out of here - I want to be able to unite your forces!"

"Haha-" Orka sneered and turned around. A dodge, the sharp section of the broken cane pressed against Grimel's neck, the cold touch and even colder purple pupils brought an overwhelming fear of death, in extreme fear. Grimmel even began to think sluggishly.

"Come up with your reasons. ”

"I can make - let your twin buddies...... Come back!"

The sharp section slammed into a stream of blood from Grimel's neck, but it was still a little distance from his artery.

Under Gremmel's horrified gaze. Rolling gray patterns gradually appeared on her eyebrows and cheeks, and suddenly became dazzling and hideous from a pure and delicate face. Grimmel had completely forgotten the pain in his neck. At this moment, in his mind, there was only one legend left about the cruelty of the demon race.

"How do you know this. Sue sù Orca. ”

"The history of the Winged Demon Clan has not been erased by humans, your story ...... It's not that no one knows......" Gremel forced himself to calm down, though fear still brought him close to madness.

Orka lowered her head slightly, gently biting her very pale lip, and slowly lowered her cane. "What about your reasoning?"

Grimmel staggered back half a step, and a few words that made him proud for the rest of his life suddenly appeared in his mind out of thin air.

"Magic and martial arts, those are the forces of nature, and the power of nature was given to us by the Creator, so our power cannot exceed the limits of nature, so we cannot go against the destiny of heaven, we cannot escape from fate, but—"

Under Orka's blank gaze, Grimmel suddenly burst into a burst of confidence that surprised her.

"Science!!Science comes from the power of our wisdom, and this power belongs only to us! We can rely on the power of science to surpass the gods who limit our destiny and make the impossible possible!"

"Rebellion against the Mandate of Heaven, isn't it?......"

"Yes!"

"Brother......" Orka's voice was so soft that no one could hear it, she subconsciously looked at the dignity ring on her finger, there was still a looming point of light, that was the only motivation for her to persist in living, but she no longer had the power to change the world.

Science...... This word is still a little unfamiliar to Orka, in the past memory, no matter which intelligent race, they are all striving for perfection in magical martial arts from the life force, and most of these sciences that rely on pure external forces are despised by orthodoxy, and Orka, who is affected by this, naturally has preconceived notions.

But now, in the gray time when the power of the individual has been completely extinguished, there is a passionate call for science. It seems to be a driftwood from the continent in the torrent of endless fate. In the flash of the lighthouse of the strange continent that led her, she seemed to vaguely see the shadow that was exactly the same as herself.

Continue to wait meaninglessly. Or get out and wait to try to work hard. For the first time in five hundred years, Orka put such a choice in front of him. And she was surprised to find that it was not difficult for her to make a judgment on what she thought was a difficult choice.

"Can Orka trust you?"

Grimmel smiled in surprise and delight.

;(301 year of the Swan Emperor's calendar, Edelstein without black wings)

Orka wore a loose-fitting dust-proof overalls, but the soot still stained her delicate little face. Grimmel erased the soot from the display of the strange device in her hand several times, and the complex circle of numbers on it made Orka a little dizzy, but now, without understanding Grimmel's explanation, she could only choose to trust this Terran boy who had a fanatical vision of science.

In the dim light of the tunnel, Grimmel held a red marker. Marking back and forth on a piece of black paper, and pointing with a probe in the abandoned mine. Orka looked at the plain paper marked with red markings in confusion, completely unaware of the characteristics of the magic array.

A few hours passed, and Grimmel suddenly exclaimed, and with the phosphor in his hand, he drew a large cross symbol on an inconspicuous wall. Startled, Orka jumped over with two shovels in tow.

"What's wrong?"

Grimel patted his chest and returned the soot-stained Dignity Ring to Orka, "Based on the spatial coordinate system I made from the horizontal plane, plus fourteen circular plane functions. I can assure you, Orka, that we start from here and dig down thirty-five degrees. You'll be able to find your twin brother!"

Orka stared at the marked wall and grasped a shovel, "How deep?"

Grimmel's faith immediately wilted. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to figure out what to say so he wouldn't hurt her. "Probably, one hundred and fifty meters......"

"Is that it?"

“...... Well. It's illegal for us to get in here - forget it, I'll go out and ask for help!"

"Will the orphanage lend you money?"

“......”

"Even fifteen hundred meters is limited, isn't it?" Orka said lightly, raising the shovel in his hand and slashing at the hard ore. A cluster of sparks flickered, several hard stones fell, and a wisp of unnoticeable gray-red blood dripped from Orka's finger. But Orka didn't realize it, and mechanically continued to raise the shovel, and along that angle, in waiting for eternal determination, burst out a second cluster of sparks.

Three hours later.

Grimmel was disarmed, shoveling the last pile of rubble into another abandoned section of the mine, but the hard granite kept Orka's progress less than half a metre long. The shattered coal slag became their main cleanup, and if the crushed cinders were allowed to fall, they would be buried in less than half an hour.

"Miss Orka!-" Grimmel struggled to his feet, "you should rest, if you continue like this, you will be hurt!"

"I'm a demon. Orka just replied, mechanically using his shovel to continue to tap the stubborn rock, and the only advantage that Orka, who had completely lost his former strength, was to find the weak point from the rock and make himself as efficient as possible. But under such heavy work, Orka, who was frozen in her underage body, still couldn't bear it, and the only thing that allowed her to continue to support her was the longing for her brother that had never faded.

"Stop!" Grimmel staggered over and grabbed her shovel. To Grimel's horror, Orka had almost no strength, but was still able to knock down the rock. However, after losing the force point at which her balance could be supported, Orka collapsed like a machine without electricity, and Grimmel held up Orka, who was in a coma, feeling her thin and thin body in shock.

Orka stayed here, talking only a few words to Grimmel every day, except for eating the food Grimmel had brought, and occasionally recalling his strength during his rest. The other eighteen hours were spent repeating the excavation process on a mechanical flat floor, and the remaining six hours were taken over by Grimmel. Hour after hour passed, and the rock layer peeled away centimeter by centimeter.

Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one hours later.

Grimmel and Orka stood hunched over seventy meters into the mine, a few hand-cranked electric lamps illuminating the cramped and oppressive space.

Orka held the shovel again.

"Let's pause. "Grimmel's short, thin body has also grown much stronger during this time, at least in terms of pure strength, he is not much worse than Orka, who has already recovered his first crystal nucleus.

"Don't you ask how long it will be?" said Grimmel with a wry smile as he looked at Orka, who had begun to sit down and cultivate his strength again.

Orka didn't open his eyes, "That would just distract Orka." ”

"Okay...... Dig for so long and we'll be there. ”

"Oh. ”

Grimmel grabbed a lump of coal with the texture of an ancient plant, and said a little nonchalantly: "I can't imagine it...... You, the Legion Commander, ...... Hello young. ”

"It's not a good thing to be young forever. Orka replied without a tone.

Gremel nodded, "I'm going to get older and older, and I'll die one day." You're different. ”

Orka did not answer.

"I don't want to be able to be with you in this way. Gremmel's voice grew quieter.

Orka still didn't answer, his calloused hands clenching his knees silently.

"I ...... I'm - I'm a demon, a winged demon......"

"'The Winged Demon Twins, fate depends on each other, life and death are inseparable', right......" Grimmel said in the already proficient Demon language, sighing.

"Grimel—" Orka opened his eyes slightly, and a hint of purple appeared in the small yellow space.

Grimmel suddenly reached out and placed it on Orka's cold hand, which was clutching his clothes. (To be continued......)