A few yawning syllables sounded, and another girl said lazily in the lingua franca, "The teachings of the Earth Holy Sect can be said to be correct in any way. They have their way of understanding, so they are caught in the struggle for power and survival. We share their belief in the Lord of the Earth, but the problem we face now is just survival. Different beliefs may clash, but since we all believe in the same god, we don't have to fall into a life-and-death situation because of different understandings. Although our ultimate goal is to regain the glory of the Earth Saint Cult in the past, it seems that it will be difficult to avoid conflict in the process of achieving such a goal, and this may be the only sorrow we are facing at the moment!"

“...... Well, thank you for your answer, maybe it will give me some inspiration in the future!"

Then he heard footsteps leaving the room, and then silence fell back again.

"It's time for you to go back, teacher. He recognized it as Francis's voice, but from the moment he regained his consciousness with this intense life magic, he found that his consciousness had been confined to his mind, and his five senses were not missing, but he had lost control of his body.

"Are Dominita and Julian back?"

"Oh...... They should have returned, and they have to help their mother take care of their father, who has just returned. Actually, it's quite comforting. ”

"If they don't come back, teach them a lesson when they come back. ”

“...... Yes, Teacher. ”

"You go back first. Lowe should be waking up soon, I have something important. Mastma said in a calm tone.

Lovian was even convinced that it was a mantra, because at the moment when the meaning of the sentence had just been understood by him. The consciousness that had been imprisoned in his mind broke through the body's blockade of himself, penetrating every corner of his body in an instant, and at the same time rejuvenating the dark essence that had been silent around him for an unknown amount of time. A faint wisp of dark element began to vibrate with his heartbeat and steady breathing.

Lovian opened his eyes, and he saw the room represented by the ceiling with a heavy crimson atmosphere. He found that his state was not as bad as he had a hunch, perhaps because of the powerful life magic he had just cast on him, the body shattered by the soul had begun to heal, and the scars that had not spared every corner of his body had begun to heal gradually. Maybe now you can only see the pale red traces of the Dao.

Moving his eyes, he saw the dignity ring beside his hospital bed, which was out of step with the world wherever it appeared.

The pure purple diamonds reflected the blurry halo of the snow-blue light outside, and the edges of the toss seemed to flow with countless tiny magical symbols. It seems to be the tiniest capillary of the same body. And the blood flowing in the veins is perfectly integrated with the ring that reflects a dark silver light at the poles of the ring face. The mysterious purple and elegant silver linger in this mustard seed domain, and from a distance, there is only endless mystery and indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"You're awake. Mastma said calmly.

Luo Wei'an suddenly forgot about the negative impact that his body had brought him. Every cell around him breathed was suffocated by temperatures that were even colder than absolute zero. He had never heard Muffy use such a monotonous tone. In the iron-blooded career of fighting Osiria five hundred years ago, although her tone was cold, there was also a strong heat supported by revenge was sealed in that cold, cold and not desperate.

And now she seems to be a shell that has lost the support of her soul, only in the power brought to her by her survival instinct allows her to consciously prove her voice.

He struggled to look up, and saw Mastma's back packing something from his backpack.

"I'm afraid you're not used to eating here, so I've made some for you. Be careful, your current digestion may not be fully restored. ”

From start to finish. It's all Mastma's stiff back. It was as if it was just habit barely supporting her posture, just habit. What she left behind in the past is now only a separate memory. It's like a reminiscence of the night before's dream.

Lovian trembled uncontrollably, as if something had been forcibly ripped out of his soul.

He was convinced that he would not, and would not be able to re-experience that day without light, that time when he was mad in blood and fire.

At that time, his own strength gave him the courage to take revenge, to make a choice before he was crushed by grief, and now that his power was gone, there was no goal in the world to arouse his hatred - and grief left only one cause.

This reason is turned away from him.

"Now that you're awake, it won't be too much of a problem. I'll come to see you tomorrow morning and get a good night's rest this evening. I'm afraid that your dark spirit has been affected by the soul death, but it will definitely not be dropped. ”

After saying that, the blue-purple back walked towards the door.

He could only watch himself walk towards the irreversible abyss again, the dignity ring on his side reflecting his pale face, and a heartfelt disgust seeped from it.

"I'm sorry!!-"

He pleaded.

He forgot that he had a piece of dignity in his vein, and he wouldn't let him use such a tone—but it was all that saved his and Maffei's lives, and that line was the door in front of Mastema.

“...... I understand, I know what I'm doing wrong!-"

In an instant, all the stiffness shattered. The part of the Legion's Commander, which had never weakened Mastma's body that supported her faith, crumbled in an instant.

She lost the last of her strength and leaned against the doorframe, sliding slowly down.

Lovian remained motionless, his consciousness seemingly imprisoned in his mind again as he pleaded, and his vision still projected the scene undistorted like his retina, so vivid that it tingled him.

- Sustaining her belief that it belongs to the future Legion Commander. The future part of Lovian, in this second, broke through the hard seed pod, and the power of the decay allowed her to stop the fall before the collapse line.

"You...... Where are you doing something wrong. Legion Commander—"

"I shouldn't have left you!!—I didn't do my duty!!—" Lovion shouted as hard as he could, "I—I'm not worthy to be your commander!!—I'm ......"

"I thought you could understand me! It seems that what the Terrans have said, the people who know you most well may be the most difficult to understand you, and the demons seem to be able to use it. ”

Mastma's tone was more like talking to herself, and she sat in the corner of the doorframe and muttered.

Lovian held his breath, willing to stop his heart beating even though he could make out every syllable of Mastma.

Lowe ...... Before the day of the Temple of Time, I always thought you were just a target for me. I simply hope to be a powerful demon like you, and to be able to find a reason for revenge for the disappearance of my home. But the more I get to know you. The more I find the gap between me and you. It's probably going to make me never catch up, so I thought, if you and I were alone, how perfect it would be.

"So then. I feel like you're my choice. But what exactly is this option. I don't know, I just know to pursue the dreams we share behind your back. Until that night at the Temple of Time, I was convinced that I had chosen to fall in love with you.

"That's why I'm waiting, every moment that I'm sealed in the form of a cat by Akayl, I'm holding your Dignity Ring, staring at the light point on the ring that symbolizes your life. Watch as the maple leaves turn green and turn red. Turns yellow and eventually falls. became part of the dirt...... Five hundred years is just a dream for you, but for me!!—"

Mastma's voice suddenly erupted in a furious instant, perhaps it was anger that gave her strength, and with a piercing hiss, the frost flashed a blinding blue light, and the blade was pointed directly at Lovian's cheek. The sharp snow and frost fighting aura was less than an inch away from Luo Wei'an's eyes.

He finally saw Muffy's face, her citrine eyes had turned blood-red, and the sinuous blue-purple magic patterns curled on her cheeks, and the anger of renunciation filled the crimson space, as if it was about to assimilate a qiē here into the flames of the most cold ice.

"--In the name of the Legion Commander I am still willing to call you!!--Five hundred years, five hundred springs and autumns, 200,000 sunrises and sunsets!!-200,000 days, do you know how I spent my time!--There are no more partners in the world, and even if I survive that battle, I can't escape the encirclement and suppression of the demons by the follow-up humans!! I watched the last warriors of that era die under the butcher's knives of the Terrans, and I saw the last children who still believed in your name being picked to death by bayonets! I am the same Blood Moon Clan warrior as you, but I can only watch my own clan, my friends, and the one I once chose to be torn apart between the sunrise and sunset!!――

"What if!—Lowe—if that spot of light disappeared from your ring on that day...... I'm not going to wait for you at all, I'm not going to think about any waiting, I'm not going to look forward to any spring or autumn - I won't wait for the sunrise and sunset!!, even just once!-

"Since you have chosen to give up, how can I continue to persevere. ”

The magic pattern slowly faded, and the brilliant snow and frost fighting qi gradually melted into the blade of the falling frost.

"Qiang—"

Falling Frost fell helplessly to the ground with a crunching sound.

"I'm sorry. ”

Before the life of pain and helplessness as the substrate, that touch of persistence was finally caught by him. The faint hope was not extinguished, even if the wound was once again torn open, and tears were sprinkled inside, pure and painful - but at least, there was life to enjoy the pain, and to be entitled to life.

Lovian reached out his hand, which was beginning to heal, and laboriously placed the dignity ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry. I would never choose to give up. ”

The other pair grabbed Lovian's wrist, and he turned his head to see that Damien was looking at his brother with a mischievous smile.

"Speak up, brother!"

Lovian rubbed her sister's hair and smiled as well.

Damian pouted and shook his head, then flapped his wings and disappeared backwards into thin air.

The Legion Commander struggled to move. The corners of Mastma's mouth quivered, and the chaotic light in her bloodshot eyes faded and calmed out.

"Thank you, thank you for waiting for me. So, I'll be with you for at least that long, five hundred years -- and I'll do my best. ”

Mastma flashed in front of Lovien like lightning, grabbing his head and cradling it in her chest. "You don't have to say that! Captain!—I know it all. I'm just uncomfortable--I know what you're doing with all your might won't fail-"

The power ring on the finger of the deputy commander of the Third Army touched the dignity ring of the commander of the Third Army, and there was a crisp sound.

"And, Lowe. There are two words that need not be said between family members, one is 'sorry' and the other is 'thank you'......" Mastema choked up and said, "You won't see me crying, never, I cry the most ugly ......"

Lovian didn't say anything. All he could feel was the hot liquid falling on his red hair, sliding down the ends of his cheeks and seeping into the unhealed wounds.

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The ice-blue tornado silently passed through the outer perimeter of the Minar Forest. After a slight pause, he walked away again.

Obscured by the towering giant tree, a dim band of light suddenly disappeared on some unknown line.

Outside, there is a deep and dim unpredictable forest sea, while inside is a bright and gorgeous green sea. The dark green and blue-gold are distinct, as if a perfect circle drawn by an invisible pen in the vast deep forest.

People who don't know the truth of this qiē must think. After traversing the depths, gloom, and perilous perilous outskirts of the Minar Forest. Finally came to a safe pure land.

But this is the land that is really dangerous.

Thin, slender humanoid gnomes leaped out from behind a large leaf. Their claw-like hands and even a pan flute, as well as their rudimentary "clothes" wrapped around themselves from tree bark, show that this thing called a dwarf monster is not a simple beast, but also a creature with a certain intelligence.

The rough sound rang out from the gnome monster's flute, and after the hoarse tone had come to an end, several fluffy balls rolled out of a stone platform.

The gnome monster was so excited that it jumped up and stretched out its claw-like but never weak fingers.

"Goo-go He turned and rolled towards what seemed like a clearing that was by no means safe.

The gnome followed, unaware of its danger. And then. A jade-colored rattan sparkled out of the trunk of an ordinary-looking tree with a "brush", and the snake entangled the dwarf monster and brought it into its own hollow.

The gnome's screaming came to an abrupt end.

This is the real Minar Forest, even if it is an ancient race that has lived here for thousands of years, they still need to live according to the laws of the Minar Forest, otherwise in the next second, they will become the price of Minar to defend their dignity.

The jade-colored rattan stabbed straight at the next target.

The invisible flames could only be seen indirectly through the distorted air, and the rattans that were silently incinerated in the spiritual flames, leaving not even a single piece of wreckage.

Sensing the absolute threat, the plants instinctively retreated to both sides, shaking their verdant branches and leaves slightly, as if in awe of the strong man in front of them.

It's also Minar's law. This is a world where the fittest survive and the strong survive.

Nanhart Lubistan tread the damp ground and reached the heart of the Minar Forest. Three huge thrones that seemed to connect heaven and earth stood on the peaks of three small mountains, but there was not a single dragon on them.

The dragons are the absolute powerhouses of the Minar Forest, and their strong strength makes them deservedly the masters of the Minar Forest.

But in the face of a much stronger opponent, they had to lay down their dignity.

More than a hundred dragons with huge bodies prostrate in the valley where Nanhart was located, and the extremely cold air poured out from the deepest part of the earth's leylines, turning the place into an ice-blue world. And the purer ice blue sits in another corner of the valley. Absolute coldness without temperature poured out endlessly from Nanhart's slender and tall body, causing cracks to erupt even in the magenta and inky black mountain walls on either side of him.

In front of Nanhat's vision, the throne of the dragon held up by twelve ancient trees with a lifespan of more than 10,000 years, and the crystal blue mountain wall behind the Nine Spirit Dragons and the Dark Dragons symbolized the agate dragons. To the left and right, on the top of two hills on a slightly lower ground, huge black and bright red trees lifted up the other two platforms, and the crystal luster from the two hundred-meter-high dragon thrones shone into the valley through the misty sunlight. And the two gorgeous and solemn thrones could not touch the blue-gold imperial throne they guarded. It was a true supreme aura that came from the beginning of the founding. Just as the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan has an absolute centripetal force over the Demon Clan, the throne that is not decorated with gorgeous and heavy decorations only has an endless sense of majesty and control, even if the Dragon Emperor on it no longer exists in the world. Avellier's majesty still melted into the place that belonged to the emperor, casting a cold but gentle gaze on his people.

What kind of excellent human can be the master of the Dragon Emperor sitting on the throne of the dragon?" Nanhart suddenly thought.

"I don't need to explain what I'm here for. After a moment of confusion, Nanhart sprinkled notes in an unvoiced voice that made the dragons tremble in front of him.

In the forbidden land of the dragon clan, the Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister, who was barely recovering in the Cave of Life, flapped his wings that were still painful, and the seemingly round magenta dragon body levitated and moved forward.

"Mr. Lubistan. This is my own action, and it has nothing to do with my people. ”

The ice crystals around Nanhart faded, and he lowered his head. As if flipping through a book in your hand, "From your words, you should be a good king." But those things you did a few days ago. It seems to indicate. You don't have your own dragon in mind. ”

The powerful man under the Holy Emperor said in an elegant and high-pitched voice as if talking to himself, and a chill enveloped Mister in front of him. But Mister, who knew he was invincible, did not back down.

"Rest assured, I don't care about your life. Nanhart continued casually, "As far as the friendship between humans and dragons is concerned, this is probably only what matters in your life. ”

The dragons in front of him gritted their teeth, and anyone could easily hear that this was a naked mockery of the once powerful dragons in history.

Chaga Veroni's blood-red eyes seemed to be able to turn the tiny Terran in front of him to ashes with his bright red gaze. But his sanity did not crumble. He was always telling himself how strong Nanhart, who had the ancient blood of a psychic, was. Although he and Mister are both powerhouses at the fourth-level limit. However, the strength of the fourth level is the most difficult to define, and judging the real strength and weakness purely from the mobilization force unit is undoubtedly the most narrow idea.

"Now that you've learned the lesson from Commander Brady Myune, I don't want to continue inflicting pain on your body as a sign of punishment for you, is that really pedantic," Nanhart said to himself, "and now you should be able to understand what His Highness Mister has personally experienced to tell us, and, I say, hatred must cause more trouble than it solves. ”

The nine pale golden dragon horns of the Nine Spirit Dragons shimmered with gorgeous patterns, and the light patterns on the once broken dragon horns were particularly dim. The round body of the dragon seemed to want to do something forward, but the brilliance in the magenta eyes finally dimmed.

"Well, that's what I'm going to do. ”

The invisible spiritual flames that filled the sky suddenly distorted the air, and the ice-blue Dragon Valley was suddenly psychedelic in a strange blur. No dragon knew what was going on at this moment, not even the Dark Dragon King and the Nine Spirit Dragon King, who surpassed Nanhart in terms of strength benchmarks.

The incredibly powerful spiritual power ignites the strongest spiritual flame in the surrounding elements, which is an extreme spiritual power release, and no matter how powerful the spirit is, it will decompose all the elemental arrangement information of the object, leaving only the most primitive elemental units.

Even the air was decomposed in the spiritual flames, leaving only the chaotic wind elemental.

Red, green, blue, yellow, white, and black, the irregular light cast by the six basic elements obscured the sky above the Dragon Valley and obscured the sun's gift to Minar. Nanhart quietly leapt into the sky in the chaotic elemental storm, and in an instant, the storm of spiritual flames swept into the sky with him.

Hundreds of dragon clans hurriedly opened the Dragon Domain, and when the surrounding Qiqi was clear, they were surprised to find that the Dragon Valley they were familiar with did not seem to have changed.

Only Mister looked in a daze at the direction outside the Dragon Valley, the throne of the Nine Spirit Dragons, which had been inherited for thousands of years and had belonged to countless ancestors of Mister, had now belonged to him, had disappeared above that mountain peak, revealing a dry ridge and a desolation. (To be continued......)