As the Blood Moon Legion was wiped out in the Minar Forest, Legion Commander Lovien von Bradimiun sat on the cold stone chair of the large conference room, listening to the cold voice of Akayl Zuneka with a serpent-like smile.

“...... Where, wherever, I am but the eyes of the blinded Goddess, and you, the wise and noble Captain of the Lovian, are the heroes of the Exiled Goddess!"

Although Luo Weian did not like this inexperienced military commander who betrayed the lord for glory, and could even be said to be disgusted and sneered, as a nominal comrade-in-arms, he could only reply with a smile: "Your Excellency the Commander of the Akayl Legion is serious, those who work hard will always burst out with a power that does not belong to them - it is not you and me who will eventually exile the goddess, but the great man-"

Orka said she didn't like the two of you bragging to each other. Let's talk about the Legion. Orka's face was a little pale, and the gray air flowing under his skin was a little sluggish.

There were even fewer Legion Commanders attending this regular meeting, except for Lovian, only the Captain of the Seventh Army, Akayl, the Commander of the Lionheart of the Sixth Army, Ben Leon, and the Captain of the First Army, Orka.

Lovian knew that any other Legion Commander besides him and Siu would turn her face when she mentioned it. He could only ask cautiously, "Orka, after you fought with the Elven King Mercedes, do you know anything about the leader of the Human Resistance who we know the least?"

Sure enough, the air around Orka immediately became sticky, and she had a delicate little face. The fingernails of both fingers were cut directly into the ironwood tabletop that was as solid as steel. Leon, with a straight face, and Akayl, who was smiling, moved back at the same time.

"Orca said Mercedes was a pretty little madman. Orka's voice was still crisp and guttural, "She has the blessing of the Elves. This allows her to recover from any injuries in an instant. Although her attack speed is fast, her attack power is pitifully weak. Orka easily broke her defenses and poked more than a dozen holes in her, the blood of the elves is really delicious! If it weren't for the blessing of the elves, Orka would have invited you to eat the barbecue of elven meat!"

Although Orka's overall strength is not as good as Siu, and even some distance from Lovian and Akayl, his explosive power is strong in an instant. Even above the Demon Emperor Siwu. Even such explosive power can't completely hurt the Elf King, which can only show that Mercedes is another difficult opponent.

"Orka wants to ask, His Excellency Commander Akayl has been missing for so long recently. What are you up to?" After a moment of silent thought, it was Orka who spoke first.

Akayl sat next to Leon, holding a staff nearly two meters long and about his height. The staff exudes an ominous aura. The Gathering Crystal perched on top of the staff is a crystal-carved cobra with teeth and claws. It's exactly the same as his weird, mysterious and ruthless temperament. A serpentine pattern slowly squirmed in the center of his eyebrows, and he felt a feeling of nausea after looking at it for a long time.

"The master has made a new decision, in order to psychologically deal a blow to the rabble, the master has taken control of those who are ignorant of the time knights, and let them completely destroy a man-made in the Minar Forest-"

The monstrous darkness stained the conference room on Orka's side into a dark hellish scene. Lovian was in the center of this darkness, and the deep and emotionless voice came from the deepest depths of hell like the low chime of the evening bell.

The unchanging smile on Orca's face vanished, and she looked at Lovien in a little surprise, and then at Leon and Akayl, who seemed to know nothing. Orca said. She felt horrible......" she muttered to herself.

"Why didn't I know about this order?" the foreboding that Lowe had hidden in his peace of mind began to become clear. What he feared most was that the Dark Mage would personally participate in the infighting among the Legion Commanders.

He knew what could only be done to solve the imbalance of the Dark Legion, but he didn't believe that the Dark Mage would dare to do it—and he didn't dare to think about it......

Akayl also looked a little panicked, and the staff in his hand slammed, and a transparent barrier blocked the Blood Moon Clan's supreme's overwhelming coercion like a mountain and the terrifying aura like the Nine Demons.

"Your Excellency Commander Lovian, please control yourself. This order was passed directly to me, and I had just recovered from a battle with the goddess, and for a while I was unaware of the situation. Akayl replied as calmly as he could, and no one could discern any of his inner thoughts in his dark red eyes.

"As the Legion Commander, I have the right to know any order for the movement of the Legion - Lord Akayl, is there any additional hint in the order?"

The snake's pupils on the staff of Akayl flashed, and the protective magic suddenly dissipated. "No additional hints, Lord Lovian. The master's order was to completely destroy all life and man-made structures in the area. In order to carry out this order thoroughly, the master even personally ......"

Lovian slowly stood up from his seat, his five-meter wingspan slowly spreading out - in the tradition of the Blood Moon, this is a sign of battle and hostility! The obsidian ground beneath his feet crumbled, and the door to the conference room, locked by the dark forces, collapsed before he could reach it. The bright purple spirit shield on Luo Wei'an's left arm became brighter and brighter, but strangely did not illuminate any space, but desperately absorbed the little light in the conference room, and complete darkness was falling.

"Your Excellency Commander Lovian, please exercise your self-control!" Akayl's voice sounded again, "Your move, but do you want to rebel!"

Lovian didn't answer, his blood-red eyes glancing back indifferently, and the rest of Akayle's words were choked back. He walked out of the collapsed door and out of the Temple of Time.

The Dark Mage was involved in the battle of the Legionnaire, and his worst fears finally happened. He could already have a premonition of what was happening. He subconsciously stroked the pendant on his chest, where was a picture of his mother and sister Damian, who sacrificed a qiē to protect him. His feet. A bottomless well exuded a deep aura, gradually blurring the smiles of Mom and Damian.

"Mom, Damien...... Hope it's okay......" The batwings fluttered. Lovien vanished into the dark edge of the sky in an instant.

Mastma fell on the way to Kasha, and she saw her regimental commander, her only relative, on their way to a path of no return. She raised her sword in despair, trying to get Lovien to notice her, but the blood-colored meteor flickered away without a moment's pause. Mastma fell to her knees, after losing her family to Infried and Avellier. For the first time, she cried bitterly.

Falling from a height of several hundred meters, his wings were suddenly broken due to the heavy blow. But as soon as he felt it, he couldn't feel it anymore.

The heavily armored soldiers had retreated. The traces of the chains are gone, leaving behind a scorched earth of vultures. In the air, the souls of 600,000 of the dead silently guarded the Legion Commander who still followed their faith. There was silence in the air.

Lovian's eyes flashed red, and he couldn't see anything.

He walked in a pool of blood. Every step you take. Purple blood from his clan soaked his ankles. He couldn't see, his eyes were blood-red from grief, but his remarkable spiritual cultivation made him feel his surroundings more clearly—countless dead, 600,000 children of the Blood Moon Clan, who followed him—the most powerful Blood Moon Supreme in history—down the icefields of Edelstan's wind-howling winds, to the rich land that had haunted them for thousands of years, and just as their dreams were about to come true, they were ended by betrayal.

He brought them to the land of plenty. But they can only bring their demon crystal nuclei back to their hometown and bring them to their grief-stricken relatives. They are all excellent children of the demon race with more than two crystal nuclei. They swear to follow themselves to the death, but they can only give them such an answer!

Luo Wei'an's eyes were bleeding, and he let out a scream that could pierce the heavens and the earth, until a few wisps of purple blood burst out of his throat, and the five crystal nuclei representing the highest cultivation of the Blood Moon Clan were extinguished after shining, and Luo Wei'an, whose vocal cords were shattered, stopped.

The Doomsday Scepter in his hand was twisted by himself, and the essence shield on his left arm appeared several cracks. He staggered forward on the blood-soaked ground. He fell again and again, rose numbly again and again, and purple blood stained his noble and elegant gown. How he hoped that he could exchange his own death for the lives of these 600,000 brothers! But the dead will not come back, and the dissipated lives will be injected into reincarnation, and they can only wait for the distant second beginning.

The abominable clarity of the psychic found his mother and sister. Lovian fell to his knees, his purple nails scratching at his handsome face, dripping with blood. He couldn't make a sound, couldn't see a qiē, couldn't hear a qiē, his eardrums were shattered by his desperate roar, but his mental power still embedded this terrible scene in his mind.

The flame has been extinguished.

The mother still has her arms open, still trying to protect her daughter. Several rough steel spears pierced through the body of the human who had given him life, and the blood had run out, and the coagulated red blood had drawn a hideous mark on the ground. She was still standing, her eyes closed, in front of her daughter. The spear pinned her to the wall, and until the last moment, she was still as kind and quiet as she had remembered, just as her mother's gentle smile still hung on her lips when she was next to her father.

A sad smile, as if she was still waiting for the feeling of her son, the strongest of the demons, knocked down the intruders lightly and brought them back to their hometown, which was harsh but familiar and kind......

Lovian struggled on the ground, his mouth closed, but could only utter the hoarseest few syllables. He couldn't hear the long chirp of the night owl in the night, but he really felt it. Damien was pressed against the fireplace behind him, and his beautiful features were still holding on to his powerful brother for the last moment of fear, but he still held on to his powerful brother for the last time-

Wait...... Waiting--no-coming back......

Damian's delicate wings were torn apart, as if the human beasts couldn't bear to assault a girl with alien blood. The smell of blood, the pungent smell of the remnants, saturated in Lovian's perception, and then abruptly vanished. He couldn't feel the smell of qiē, and the burning spiritual power made him see his sister who was guarding a qiē lying in a pool of blood, her eyes looking up in despair, waiting for the protection of her brother's wide bat wings—the beautiful citrine eyes of the girl who had been violated to death were starlessly open, and it was the most cruel torture to him, the commander of the Third Army, and the Demon Blood Moon Venerable—the family was waiting for him. While they were bleeding under the enemy's butcher's knife, they were discussing the movement of troops with Akayl and his henchman Leon in the lavishly decorated conference room in Kasha!

Black Mage...... The peerless powerhouse he trusts, the one he allegiates allegiance. At this moment, betrayed him, with the blood of 600,000 people, with the despair and helplessness of his mother and sister, with the eyes of the last waiting.

Hatred turned into an extremely cold fluid, which poured into his veins, into his heart. Flowing through the five crystal nuclei that represented his greatest strength.

Pure dark flames ignited, faintly, turning the bodies of mom and sister into pure nothingness. Turning their last existence of the world into the purest darkness, the most silent night.

The flames disappear. took away his last memories of his beloved family. When the qiē is over, the one qiē he will do is also the one that will turn his last qiē in the world into ashes. In this case, what is the point of grief? Since the black mage has betrayed him, let his betrayal end this qiē. He knew that even his power was strong. But it is impossible to be a match for the Dark Mage. Let your life fall at the most glorious moment......

The only feeling is the coldness of the chains.

Lovian smiled wryly and slowly got up, hatred running through his veins instead of his blood. His laughter grew louder and louder, not sound, but crazy mental fluctuations.

"Hahaha......" The night turned into absolute darkness, and the wings summoned a huge dark power without hesitation. The Dark Elemental destroyed the surrounding tents. Destroyed the corpses of the Battlefield Clansmen and destroyed the Minar Forest behind them.

Lovien swept into the sky like an arrow. The bloody hair flew wildly in the wind, and the blind blood-colored eyes were brighter and more dazzling than the starry moon in the sky for a while. Lovien von Bradymuen overlooked a world melted into death by darkness and uttered the strongest cry of our time, like the last cry of the Holy Emperor Arya, in despair when she was cornered.

"-Hahaha!...... Dark Mage, you wait!-"

The beasts of the mountains and forests for hundreds of miles let out a dying roar, bleeding from the seven orifices, and died violently on the ground. They can't withstand such intense mental fluctuations.

This is a barracks reinforced with spatial magic, and any light and shadow magic and spirit detection will be perceived by every mage in it as soon as it touches this invisible barrier.

A spiritual tsunami slammed in, and the slender barrier resounded before it broke. The greatest spiritual mage of the Terrans, Fred Mordis, stared at the Temple of Time in amazement, and even forgot to stabilize his spatial barrier, until the noble dragon behind him who had transformed into a human form reminded him with the cold gaze of his golden eyes.

The staff was raised, but it could no longer stop the collapse of the spatial barrier, and the spiritual fluctuations like huge waves rushed towards him, and a brilliant symbol flashed out of thin air on Fried's slender red robe, and in contrast to the golden flash on the forehead of the dragon ring Avelier, who appeared in human form behind him.

The spiritual enchantment was reshaped, but it could only hide the comrades behind him as much as possible.

In a white bearskin tent full of primitive ferocity, the silver-haired girl who was contemplating on the throne suddenly screamed and covered her head in pain. With the flickering starlight, the magician, who was shrouded in white and gold robes, raised his left hand high, and a ball of light suddenly flashed blindly, crushing the spiritual fluctuations used around him.

"Sister-"

"I'm fine. Aian stood up with his tomahawk and said to Luminos.

A card fell silently on the yellow leaves, and the phantom shrouded in a fog gently picked up his card, and on the back was a couple embracing.

The aqua blue gaze pierced through the constraints of space, and he saw the demon.

The hatred began to resonate, and the phantom gently soothed his feelings, swiped it on the card, and opened it again, and the back became a blank space.

"Don't miss the opportunity, contact Mercedes, we rushed to the Temple of Time overnight. Fried said briefly, and his voice came directly to the ears of other people who were called "heroes."

Outside the hundred-meter-high main entrance of the Temple of Time, the slender Mastella was unusually neat, with purple soft armor shining brightly, and her ear-length purple hair even wore a delicate hairpin. She stood in front of the door with a smile, her tall figure in the standard military uniform was as beautiful as a dream in the sunset, not only the heroic spirit of the blood moon soldiers, but also the softness and freshness of the blood moon women.

Magnus, the commander of the Fourth Army, did not have his usual smile at the moment, and his calm expression revealed a sadness that transcended time and space under the dim sunset.

"Mastma—"

He didn't say anything in the end.

"I don't have the honor of being the last soldier of the Blood Moon Clan to die in battle. Mastma smiled, "It's time for you to go, you'll bring back the power of that new world." ”

Magnus couldn't answer, so she could only stand up and give her one last military salute.

Immediately, the Supreme of the Night Dead Clan shook his wings, and hundreds of thousands of Night Dead warriors hidden in the Kasha Mountains rose into the sky, as if an incomparably huge black flag was fluttering in the wind.

"See you in the next life!"

Mastma said very softly, "See you in the next life." The night army that watched Magnus last looked at the human army that was surrounding Edelstein in the distance, and then, with a cold wave of his hand, the black torrent turned sharply towards the world that did not know if there was a loop. She straightened her spotless uniform and quietly awaited the arrival of her regimental commander. (To be continued......)