The Lone Wanderer sighed, "Maybe Lilith never intended to imprison the Demon Emperor forever, what she was waiting for was just the timing of fate." We may still only dance in the palm of fate...... Pure souls must intervene with the same or similar souls, and the imbalance of power can be amplified, which can have a chain effect and completely break the soul seal. ”

The Lone Wanderer paused for a moment and explained, "Briefly, we need to find three pure souls who can break the three chains, whether strong or weak, because in the eyes of the gods, there is no essential difference between an ordinary person and a strong person with a fifth-level limit. Pure soul, is there still such purity in Osiria now?"

Orka didn't answer, just looked at Siu who was close at hand, touched the barrier in front of him one last time, and then flew towards the entrance to the sky.

This time, it was the real eyes opened.

She still stood behind the lone wanderer half-kneeling in front of Sweeney's bed, her right hand raised above his head with a faint burning sensation. The Lone Wanderer stood up, glanced at Orka, and then looked out the window.

Sweeney slowly slipped back into his bed, still sleeping peacefully.

The Winged Demon and the Psychic walked out of the room, the summer season seemed meaningless at the last feeding inn less than a hundred meters below the snow line, and the subtle cold and humid air currents that poured up the mountains from the north still seemed to be able to turn into ice crystals and give a terrifying feeling to the skin.

Beneath him, the dense fir and foxtail pines slowly shake off the dust of the old days in the breeze, and the ancient tree species still arrange their life cycles in the memory of the seasons—a life so simple that it has nothing to do with the fate of Osiria. It is the most primitive way of life provided by dozens of surrounding adventurers who think that adventurers who cross the Central and South Mountains for a living.

Even the addition of her is as natural as an ordinary grass seed falling from the ancient mountain forest.

"So fast. Is he going again? Sweeney is so young, a long trip is not suitable for him......" Orka sighed slightly.

The Lone Wanderer tightened his seal slightly. In a somewhat cold tone, he said: "Not to mention how difficult it is to find such a pure soul, even if you find the true resurrection of the Demon Emperor, then what should you do with Sweeney's soul now?

Orka shook his head slowly: "At that time, Orka will refine the body of a Blood Moon Clan and put his soul into it. The Winged Demon is extinct in biology, and Orka wants Sweeney to live in a society of his own race - even if something happens to me and Swe, Lovita will take care of Sweeney. ”

The Lone Wanderer didn't speak for a long time, and Orka just silently stared at the vast mountains below.

"Let's go to the Temple of Earth. The Lone Wanderer finally said, "There is the faith of God inherited there." Maybe we'll be able to find the answer there. ”

Orka just nodded.

"Do you want to go directly to the main site of the Earth Temple over there at Tiantai Pass?" the Lone Wanderer frowned slightly.

"Of course not. Orka replied quickly this time, "Orka and Sweeney are going to go to the Demon Reserve on Lovian's side together, if there is a real faith somewhere, it is probably there." ”

A long time had passed, so much so that there was even a little soft white on the horizon, and Orka said: "The day before yesterday, Sweeney asked Orka where his father was, and I sued him. He was in a place full of light. ”

Struggling to find a gap from the crowd enough to get him out, this effort took the petite Orka half an hour. As summer approached, most travelers from the southern part of the empire came to the north to cool off from the south, which had already entered the scorching heat, or to take advantage of the chaos of the crowds to do a little business that might be able to escape security or save taxes.

After all. Most of the people living in Osiria are still civilians who do not care much about the fate of Osiria, and their needs are only a kind of satisfaction of their own material and spiritual needs. Far from being bothered by those ethereal existences, only when the flames of war caused by the turmoil of the world ignite every house. They would pick up the heavy foundation of the family and look aimlessly in Osiria in a panic for a crevice where there was still a little peace.

And those who were once confused and running for the fate of the world will hold on to their beliefs and responsibilities in the turmoil of the troubled times. Wait for the chaos to end or for the end of oneself to come.

But Orka never thought of himself as a demon with a sense of responsibility to Osiria, and even the responsibility to the entire demon race was eliminated by the extinction of the Winged Demon Clan. From the moment she awakens, the monotonous and only goal has become the whole of her life, but this simple life criterion is precisely the history of Osiria's past and future.

The first appearance of the name "Demon Wing Reaper" was also quickly extinguished in the light of dark creation, and this name like a fleeting flash, the return of more than ten years later, will bring terror and destruction to the world.

It's just a shallow teaser.

The temperature in central Osiria had eased slightly, and Orka was able to put on an extra layer of gauze to hide his porcelain-like white pinnated skin color, which was distinctly different from that of the Terrans. But this point is not of great significance, and Sweeni's unique and delicate physical features, who are curiously studying the human culture in the crowd, have long attracted the attention of others.

"Do you want to raise a pair of hamsters? You can have a litter of hamsters in a few months when you go home...... Hmm, isn't it cute?......?

Sweeney happily poked a pet hamster sold by a stall vendor through the cage, and the little animals that were napping suddenly felt a trace of a very faint but terrifying enough aura of the high-level demons, and they screamed one after another, shrunk into the corner of the cage and trembled in panic.

"I don't know if my mother asked me to buy ......," Sweeney said, pouting, looking at Orka, who had managed to squeeze over with a scarf.

"Sweeney would love to do so?" Orka smiled.

Sweeney nodded, and the vendor sitting on the ground felt a tingling in his palms. I don't know when there were a few more small bills in my hand, although this peddler was just an ordinary person. But when he traveled to the mainland, he had also seen the terrifying or mysterious methods of the so-called strong people, so he suddenly regarded the veiled woman in front of him as an unpredictable magician.

The peddler watched in amazement as Sweeney picked up the cage and placed the hamster inside on top of his hair. The lively hamster shrank tremblingly in his bright hair, and the veiled "magician" pulled her unusually beautiful child and quickly disappeared into the crowd on the platform.

The Lone Wanderer was much more ordinary, he patted the hawker on the shoulder who was still in a daze, and said in a somewhat humorous tone: "Job, do you know that those few seconds just now may be the closest you have come to death since you were born." ”

The hawker, who was awakened, was immediately thrown into an even stronger shock, and after being startled, he watched as the strange adventurer-looking man tapped him on the shoulder. Then he slowly disappeared in front of him.

In the interior of the Empire, where intercity railways were not yet widespread, the cheapest mode of transportation was the ubiquitous public carriages. There are also some magically powered vehicles made on the same principle as the Intercity Railway, but they are an order of magnitude more expensive.

However, considering the possible external effects of the two demons on the horses that had no intelligence, the Lone Wanderer, who was the temporary financial director, gritted his teeth and delivered a stack of small bills to the driver of the magic car.

"To Minar Forest?" the driver with polarized sunglasses knocked his unlit pipe and said loudly in an awkward voice, "You're outsiders, aren't you? and you're on the border, aren't you......?" Half a year ago, since the refugees of the Black Wings had fled here, the two frontier armies of the Empire had put their reservations under martial law. No one is allowed to enter. A few days ago, a few unlucky ghosts who tried to smuggle something into it died on top of the forbidden circle - do you have relatives there?"

Through the rearview mirror, Orka nodded.

"That's not going to work...... There is a half-mile buffer zone between the outside and the inside, and you can't see what the inside looks like when you stand outside the martial law. The driver started the vehicle, after a slight fluctuation of sound and magic. The wheels kicked up a puff of dust and quickly rushed west along the laterite-faced path," ...... Unless you know anyone?"

Orka nodded again. The lone wanderer silently released a little mental fluctuation, and the driver's continued questioning was suddenly stuck in his brain. Suddenly, all of his mental energy was concentrated on driving, avoiding the possibility of Orka's gradually accumulating mental pressure leading to his physical movements.

Sweeney plays with the poor hamster in his hand. From time to time, they rubbed their furry ears against their faces, and the little hamsters with bitter faces could only curl up in the palm of their hands.

Half an hour later, a playful Sweeney was removed from the carriage by Alcara, at which point Sweeney was finally able to take his attention away from the two dying hamsters by the sight in front of him.

In the middle of summer, the farthest stretch of sight is a vast sea of blue and white forests, only the edges are still as green as they should be. The endless blue-and-white mountains are draped in ancient ice-colored trees of the same color, staring at the thousands of square kilometers of land below with a proud and calm gaze.

It is difficult for those who have not been there to appreciate the shock, the green quickly retracts in front of the field of vision and rises to the blue and white of the sky, and then seems to be connected with the sky, as if in front of you, is the end of this world.

And the one who cut off this qiē with a dry slaughter was the Third Frontier Regiment of the Osilian Empire in dark purple military uniforms in front of him.

The Third Army of the Empire, which had been guarding Tiantai Pass for many years, had honed its terrifying momentum in the bitter cold and cruelty of the Northland, and was terrifying every creature that tried to approach it. And perhaps only such a strong military history can shock the outside world and the hearts of every soldier himself, so that they can face and wait for the sharpest fangs under the command of the former Demon Wing Death that lurks in them with a calm and fearless attitude.

Intense elemental fluctuations splattered out of it irregularly, random waves created by the elemental fluctuations of an unknown number of defensive and offensive circles interfering with each other in the air. The amount of computation required to infer the original location of the circle from the waveform of the random wave was too much for their brains to bear anyway, so the Lone Wanderer and the Winged Demon Supreme who took the surname Lubistan didn't put their mental power here, and they ended up setting their sights on standing at the front. A warrior who was dressed in a suit of magic and reinforced, even stronger than steel scales.

His gaze at Orka, with his spear in his hand, overlapped for a moment, but she was not recognized by her appearance, which was already very different from before. And his meaning is more of a physical deterrent, so standing here he often becomes the object of people's attention. He doesn't even have any objection to being a member of the picture, he just needs to do his duty.

"Don't be too high-profile, Miss Orka, remember your purpose. The Lone Wanderer whispered.

Orka nodded silently, took Sweeney's hand, and then crouched down, letting the eyes of the two demons look at each other.

"Sweeney, mom needs your help, and Sweeney will definitely agree. Isn't it?"

Sweeney immediately solemnly stuffed the hamster back into his hair, and then carefully said "Good!"

Orka nodded softly, then she took off her white silk gloves and pressed a pair of white hands that looked like cold frost to Sweeney's temples.

Sweeney fell into her arms without saying a word.

At this moment, the border guard soldier who was standing aside and watching this strange scene finally felt that something was wrong, and he took heavy and vicious steps, trying to get close to these two people who spoke the demon language he did not understand.

Compared to his height and size, the Lone Wanderer was not imposing, and he calmly stood between him and Orcaswini. The aqua blue gaze stared at the eyes of the defenders without warmth.

The invisible spiritual fluctuations spread in an instant, and the mysterious spiritual magic spread outward in the form of a steady flow field in the unique simple harmonics, and the attention was immediately clicked into the spiritual fluctuations of all the people who were here. Different mental fluctuations have been controlled by the strong spiritual power of the lone wanderer, and with him as a station, dozens of simple harmonics that spread outward have become standing waves that have lost their self-consciousness in the precise scheduling.

"You'll all forget what happened before and ten minutes after that. Your spiritual seas will not fluctuate a little bit because of what is about to happen. This is the authority that comes from the psychic qualifications. The lone wanderer said silently, merging his consciousness into these dozens of standing waves. Imprinted its meaning in their subconscious without reservation.

From the outside world, only the border guard fighters, who had taken only half a step, wordlessly returned to their original positions. Not a single qiē around has changed. And the people who feel this the most are all the human races standing in a fluctuating radius of more than ten meters.

A pure fire of spirit enveloped the Lone Wanderer and Orka, who held Sweeni, and it was not simply invisible magic, for magic itself was a trace. The Lone Wanderer uses the psychic family's unique psychic power to assimilate any signal that mirrors them into their perception into a signal that they don't notice in their concept—maybe a bird or a mosquito—in short, their form of existence is completely transformed into other non-threatening signals in their minds.

The two demons and one human race walked through the gaps in the border army that was permeated with murderous aura like no one else, and as they slowly marched, they finally saw the black wings that had now settled down again.

In such a world, black and silver are still the same themes as they used to be, and at the edge of the Black Wings station, there are still thousands of magic arrays buried to defend against the invasion of the border army. Although it is said that after the disintegration of Black Wing, the armed forces of Black Wing are far less than before, but this does not mean that their material and technological level has also declined at the same time. The magic arrays with more remarkable quality and effect, as well as the many iron-colored fortifications and magic weapons that revealed the aura of iron and blood, were all facing the Imperial Legion on the other side from a distance of nearly a kilometer.

Less than 100 meters away from the martial law line, it turned so directly into the residential and living quarters of the Black Wings.

The outermost part is mainly high-yielding crops and cash crops that compress the floor area as much as possible with a three-dimensional structure, and the first problem that Black Wing, which is strictly suppressed in terms of space, has to solve is the problem of having enough to eat. If it weren't for the Black Wings mobile farm and three-dimensional planting technology, the Black Wings would have been in chaos due to the lack of food supplies.

The exterior of each residential building in the residential area looks as sturdy as in the main city, but with little research on material science, it can be seen that these are temporary residential buildings composed of simple assembly of composite panels and reinforced by deep foundation curing. Although temporary, in the absence of too harsh conditions and the elements of war attacks, the strength of each residential building can definitely exceed the building safety indicators given by the Empire.

The solitary wanderer is most struck by the smiling elderly and unemployed elderly and children between the buildings and on the edges of the movable farmland. One of the most intuitive expressions of a nation's civilization is the mental state of every citizen. Everyone who lives here has such a relaxed and cheerful expression that it is difficult to learn from a people that has just experienced betrayal and is torn apart. But this qiē is true, and it can only mean that the construction of the spiritual civilization of the Black Wings for its subjects has reached a level far beyond that of the Osilian Empire.

The Lone Wanderer had a strange feeling, as he seemed to see the future of world civilization in Osilia from the corner of this black wing.

"That's not our goal. Orka reminded softly, "Orka's black wings have a completely different ideology from the other races of Osilia, even if they have pure souls, Orka is not willing to do so." Orka, Orka owes him a lot, Orka is not a good chief. ”

The Lone Wanderer had a shocked expression, he had come to know a certain amount of affection between the Winged Demon Twins during this time, and it was a strong connection that could not be diluted by any other relationship. And for Orka's target, the resurrection of Siu, even a whole black wing is only a tool for her. He never imagined that Orka would become attached to what she thought was a tool.

But the gloom of Orka's expression silently testifies to this. With a "boom", Orka spread his wings, and the two men with pure fire suddenly took off into the air, passing over the quiet and pleasant Black Wings temporary station below them, but still full of hurry and tension. The lone wanderer saw in it the tenacity and tenacity of a new people, and also saw the flame of revenge in the faces of the young workers in the middle of the city with sad expressions.

This is not a fighting nation, this is a fighting nation.

All the while, Orka didn't look down at the Black Wings. (To be continued......)