Birmingham asked silently, the blue glimmer in his hand exuded majestic power like a sign in the night sky guiding travelers, and the surging waves of qi swept in an instant, but all this seemed to Lena as if it were nothing.

The rising star of the revolutionary army had been completely absorbed in this blue shimmer, and the color like a blue fluorescence flying in the white mist became the only color in Lena's eyes.

The cold wind suddenly rolled up, and the white mist began to permeate.

Birmingham was shocked, and Lena, who was staring at the blue shimmer in front of her, finally realized that this journey spanning thousands of years was not due to an accident.

"Claire!" Birmingham asked loudly, answering him with a thicker mist, and gradually Lena in front of him was swallowed by the white mist, and gradually the palm holding the glimmer was immersed in the white mist.

"Claire!" the wind seemed to send Birmingham's voice far, far away, and the vast expanse was surrounded by the nobleman's soul's questioning.

"Gloryful one, are you satisfied, for my answer. "The fog condensed in front of him, and the man of the white mist stood in front of him.

The white fog is like a thousand years of time, and what presents Birmingham is mysterious, deep, and untouchable.

"You are?"

"The Man of the Mist, the Dark Blues, Claire. The white mist in front of him spit out his identity, without the domineering spirit of the imperial empress, nor the arrogance of the dark blue chieftain, the man in the fog in front of him introduced himself to mortals so peacefully.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"The glorious man wanted an answer, and I gave a way to find it. ”

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Birmingham's pupils narrowed slightly, and being in such a fog gave him the illusion of re-entering the ancient dragon Sphinkx, and he was afraid that when the confused white fog cleared, what he saw would no longer be the Figley Empire six thousand years ago.

"Dawn is life, dusk is death, the shackles of time can't bind the invisible fog, and the long river of history can't make the dark blue fade, this is the fate of the dark blue family, it is the gift of the goddess to the white mist, but such a gift is a secret treasure that the dark blue family never wants to open, do you know why, the glorious one?" Claire, the man in the fog, asked Birmingham, and in the face of Birmingham's question, she chose to throw out a question that Birmingham had never heard.

"No one is immune to the fact that great power comes at a great cost. ”

"You seem to have a lot of experience, glorious man. ”

"Don't forget, I'm a mortal servant and a human noble, and if you want to get delicious fruits, you must first put in labor. ”

"Is this the most precious thing that the goddess has given you humans? ”

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with our topic. Although Birmingham did not want to interrupt the Blue Empress's indulgence in the fond memories of his past, the doubts in his heart had caused the nobleman to begin to lose the aristocratic cultivation that the knight Tina had worked so hard to teach.

"Anything is always connected, just as the battle between you and me is destined to tear apart time and space, destined to return to this era of six thousand years ago, and the dark blue past is also the source of all the answers you want to know, there is no life and death, no soul, the dark blue people are like a white mist in the pan-continent, they will always exist, but when the sun shines on the earth, they disappear from everyone's field of vision, this life lasted for thousands of years, until the mortal kingdom ushered in the establishment of a Figley Empire. ”

"The Sacred Tree is declining!" Birmingham remembered the Revolutionary Army's Lena mentioning the withering of the Celestial Tree.

"The decline of the Celestial Tree was something that no race had predicted, and not even the dragon had expected that the day would be green and yellow. ”

Claire in the Mist seems to have a sentimental tone when she talks about that history, for Birmingham it may be a few strokes that only exist in textbooks, but for Claire it may be her own personal experience.

"The goddess has fallen. Birmingham was reluctant to inform his enemies of his thoughts, but the decline of the Celestial Tree was already a sign that the power of the Goddess of Creation was beginning to diminish.

"Yes, the goddess has fallen, the goddess has fallen as early as six thousand years ago, she left behind her children, left behind the world she worked so hard to weave and left completely, the fall of the goddess is undoubtedly a blow to the angels, the three angels of the past also began to fall apart from the moment the goddess fell, but the fallen goddess left her own great power, and the rules became the most powerful god that bound the world, and Gafenri also paid the price for it. “

"I think I already know what happened next. Birmingham breathed a sigh of relief, through Claire's description, that distant history began to gradually become clear, the goddess fell, the celestial tree declined, as the three angels of the three great angels Gaffinri finally waited for such a golden opportunity, an angel united a giant dragon to crash into the already fragile ancient giant tree inside, the moment the giant tree broke, the world is no longer the ancient continent recorded in history textbooks, but has become the current pan-continent, demons began to grow, the dark blue is hidden in the dark, the dragon fell into a deep sleep, and the angels have also broken the connection with the mortal world。

"That's what you want to know, satisfied, glorious man?"

"It's just a history that's happened, not something you're planning. ”

"A history that has happened is the answer to all these questions, you just want to know my motives, my purpose, but now you are doing exactly what I once wanted to do. The eyes of the Man in the Mist peeled away the body of the Birmingham alchemy doll with an unimaginable chill, looking directly at its shining soul.

"What do you mean!" The bad feeling in my heart gradually increased, and this journey from a thousand years ago seemed to be under the control of the dark blue queen.

"All misfortune comes from the impact of the dragon six thousand years ago, so just eliminate this mistake, since the goddess of fate of the dark blue cannot be changed again, then as long as the dark blue person becomes the goddess, are you right, the glorious one. ”

At that moment, the wind suddenly dissipated, and the white mist was pierced by the shining light in an instant, and the blue light flashed like stars on the land of Figuelet, and a great power washed over everything around it.

It was the power of the goddess, and the soul of Birmingham let out such a roar that the purest soul felt the most powerful power.

"This is my body, this is my light!"

Just as the voices of all things are mixed together, and like thousands of figures intertwined in one place, the flickering soul cannot look directly at the blue brilliance in front of them, and the upright body does not hurt to face the majestic power.

"Is this what you want, Claire, trying to become the goddess of six thousand years ago!" anger mingled in Birmingham's eyes, and in the face of such great power, the flickering soul became indestructible under the blessing of the seal.

"Adam the Soul Calmer, the Lord of the River has really made you a nice gift. The man in the light looked at the mortals in front of him and still had the courage to question himself, and he was sincerely disgusted with the existence of those who were called the Lord of the Long River.

"You're not a goddess!" Birmingham said without hesitation.

"Of course, I'm not a goddess, but it's just now, and it won't be long before Xiong Lan will appear, and soon after, the dragon will take off, and before long, I'll rewrite history!"

"No one can change the established things, this is the iron rule!"

"I said, I am the dark blue clan, I am the person in the fog, the history that has happened cannot be modified, that is only for mortals, but for me, the rules of time cannot restrain my steps, and the eyes of the lord of time cannot touch my figure, but just like this, it is impossible for me to return to the node where history happened, although I am not bound by time, but I can't tear time and space, I can't go back to the past, this is the shackles that the goddess gave the dark blue clan the power and also brought to them. "The figure in the blue light began to complain about the vicious gift that the Goddess of Creation had given her.

"You chose me. The hunch in my heart has become a reality, the people in the fog are not bound by time, but they have no ability to go back to the past, and they are the key to help Claire return to the past.

"Yes, the key, if you want to go back to the past, you must find such a key, a key that can open the river of time, a key that is enough to tear the shackles of time of the primeval dragon Sephinx, but only an epic can enter the long river, and only an epic can see the dragon, but the epic is too scarce, especially the moment when a mid-level warrior becomes an epic will hardly happen now, I once pinned this hope on General Yusuf and Miss Flona, but this failed, they did not become an epic, did not become a key, and you, the mortal servant of Nasr, you are gradually becoming stronger step by stepIn order not to let you die and do my best to take care of your growth, you need an opponent, I will become your opponent, you need an immortal body, I gave you a year to make you an alchemy puppet who is not afraid of death, and finally you have become an epic, in front of my eyes has become an epic, and not only in force, but also in the heart, only such a person is qualified to enter the eyes of Sephinks, to be qualified to become my key. ”

"I think I'm going to correct you something. Birmingham looked up, the immortal soul in his eyes staring directly at the powerful Deep Blue Lord in front of him.

"What?"

"I'm Richard Birmingham, not the key in your mouth. The sober statement brought a silent sigh in the light.

"A key should have the duty of a key. The utterly indifferent remarks followed by a mighty tumbling of divine might.

"The duty of mortals is not to guard the key, but to guard the world created by this goddess. "The words of the peaks, the soul that shines brightly, although people do not have flesh and blood, but the soul is still full of glorious light.

At that moment, a light and shadow that had never belonged to 6,000 years ago unfolded on the land of Figuele.