Sanctuary of the Cross.

Built underground, the City of Crosses reveals its solitary majesty towards a drab sky that does not show its golden-red glow. An ancient organization inherited from 6,000 years ago, it still shines with an indifferent gaze that lasts like a golden cherry tree.

Looking down from above, the City of Crosses in the underground space will never forget their value of existence every minute and every second, and the spirit of the Cross Brigade led by this most extreme value will reach its peak in the general seat of each generation of Cross Brigade.

The dark gold accents of the sanctuary were lit by strange points of light flowing in the air, and a young girl sat on one side of the long table in a purple shirt, and on either side of the long table was a figure shrouded in a black shirt. At the other end of the wide table, there was only a blinding human figure.

Long blue hair like an eternal iceberg, monocles that coldly release chills. It is not yet obvious in the peaceful atmosphere of the Holy Land, but once it resonates with the indifference around it, it will use the coldness inherited from the blood to dominate the space.

Nanhart Byrne Lubistein looked at the long-haired girl on the other end for a long time, but the quiet gaze was still a reflection of his cold gaze.

"Looks like I underestimated you at first, Miss Ulica. "Forgive me the presumption—Lord Gigmont, why isn't he here?"

Ulica blinked her sister's eyes, which were exactly the same as her sister's, but with a little more rounded temperament, and replied gently, "With the wisdom of Lord Lubistan, can't you think of an answer?"

Nanhart raised an eyebrow, then nodded slowly.

"It's nothing. Ulica said somewhat surprisingly to Nanhart. "My sister didn't receive the blessings of the traditional magic of protecting blessings, so. Even if the news that my sister has ascended to the current throne is said, nothing will happen. ”

Nanhart nodded. "This is really unexpected...... But then again, since the Black Wings have existed in name only, wouldn't there be no point in the rebel organization existing?"

Ulica shook her head with a smile, her small hands folded together rather old-fashioned, "Who can be sure that the Black Wings are dead in name? It will grow into a monster that surpasses even the Earth Temple, if we sit idly by. ”

"Sit idly by?" Nanhart snorted, "Don't you forget, did you really sit idly by before?" the disintegration of the Black Wings is not due to your own strength. Rather, it was because of their internal rebellion. I've found that you've been doing useless work...... Your determination in this regard is not even as good as that of Flying Flower Temple. ”

There was a little longer silence, and a few hostile glances were cast into the darkness on the other side. But Nanhart's cold gaze reflected this qiē back.

"You're not here to discuss with us the question of what matters more important to the Flying Flower Courtyard and us, is it? ”

The solemnity in Nanhart's gaze finally increased a little, "The most important bargaining chip to determine an organization's influence on Osiria is the Seal Stone. What is the threat, as long as it is said that the seal stone is destroyed and the black mage is released, no one dares to act rashly. What an effective strategic weapon this is......! I don't believe you'll be able to hold your breath when the Earth Temple is about to hold two Sealing Stones—I'm sure the recent rumors have slipped into your ears, and I can tell you with certainty that the Lord of the Earth has shown His miracles once again after ten thousand years. The cohesion of the Earth Temple may reach a terrifying height for a while, plus the hidden danger of the rear black wings, Osiria. Isn't it going to be as calm as it used to be, and you'd better think about what kind of move you want to move again. ”

"Where is Orka, the Seal Stone is in her hand for now?" Ulica did not speak. Instead, a man with a somewhat turmeric face sat on either side.

"Han Litai—"

"What about her? The Earth Temple will definitely do its best to protect her, and maybe even make her a treasure of the Temple. Nanhart glanced at Han Litai. However, according to this said, forcible seizure is also the only more realistic way out. ”

Ulica suddenly stood up from her chair, and her peaceful gaze suddenly revealed a fierce murderous aura that made Nanhart a little frightened, "So, why didn't Lord Lubistan, who inherited the blood of a psychic, not use the power of the Holy Land, but sought us to do such a dirty business?"

"We don't care about one or two sealing stones at all, we just don't want the sealing stones to fall into the hands of the Earth Temple, even if it falls into the hands of your Cross Brigade—Your Majesty arranged for me to do this, because I don't want to tarnish the reputation of the Holy Land—you definitely don't care about that, right?"

"You didn't answer my question. Ulrica squinted slightly, and the chill that exuded did not let Lubistan in the slightest.

Nanhart smiled playfully, and before he could make any movements, a layer of ice-blue frost suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, and in the blue-white mist, a little boy who was locked in an ice chain loomed.

"Demon Emperor?!"

"Not yet. Nanhart put away the spiritual flame, "When he is, it's not a matter of saying a few words." ”

"Orka really brought her twin companion back to life......"

"This time, we took the initiative a little bit, Feihuayuan and we will both do it, if you are willing to join, it will be much more sure - after the sealing stone**, it will be up to you all. ”

After that, Nanhart didn't look at the faces of the others, just stood up and turned around and left.

"Swift!" Urika snapped.

A man in black standing behind Han Litai suddenly took a step forward, and a crisp sound resounded through the hall. The sudden acceleration caused her hood to slip down, revealing a very heroic face. The short fiery red hair with the bun and the windshield between her forehead could already be deduced that she was a warrior, but the long staff of her height held in her right hand in an extremely arrogant posture gave this warrior a lot of magician temperament.

Nanhart paused, the outline around him faintly blurred by the spiritual power of the ice.

"Xia Qi. Han Litai said in a quiet voice. "This time, you're going to join us on our last mission order as Flying Flower Academy. After this mission, you will be able to return to the Flying Flower Temple. We don't owe anything to the Flying Flower Courtyard anymore, after all, we are also responsible for the destruction of those demon wings-"

The girl known as Xia Qi raised her left hand with a "snap". Han Litai's voice stopped.

"Then say," her voice was as high-pitched and sharp as her appearance, "that after this battle, my teacher and I will no longer be friends?"

“...... Perhaps, Flying Flower Temple valued you so much in the first place—"

"—a bunch of nonsense," Xia Qi said coldly with his back to Han Litai, "If they really value me, they won't use that Xia Qi Swift, who is only eight or nine years old, as a deposit in exchange for the pair of demon wings you dug up from the mountains!"

"I-"

"I'm with the Cross Brigade. Neither friend nor foe, but I still want to thank Mr. Han Litai for cultivating me in the past few years, although I hate my so-called strength at all. Don't pass!"

Immediately she walked straight to Nanhart, gave him a monotonous military salute without humility or arrogance, and then continued to walk in the straight line of the Holy Shrine of the Cross.

Nanhart didn't see the word "lie" in her eyes.

He looked at this scene that seemed to have nothing to do with him, and his teeth moved slightly, as if he was chewing on this unknown secret chess move.

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The ability to stay still in the sky so smoothly is basically something that only Level 4 strength experience can give you.

No one would have imagined that this time the Earth Temple would use all of its cutting-edge power. Nearly twenty fourth-level powerhouses formed a circle in the sky, and on the slightly lower ground, hundreds of elites of the Earth Knights were waiting for them.

In the uniform white attire, Ulysses II, dressed in red, stands out. He frowned, and stared fiercely at the corner of the sky, as if trying to see something unusual in it.

Several of his students stood smoothly in the force field constructed by several other Earth Temple fourth-level powerhouses. Kelly, who was standing at the forefront, was still calmly looking through her notes, and her eyes through the crystal lenses were obviously calmer than Ulysses II in front of her.

"You're still underestimating the mental power between the Winged Demon Twins. Teacher. Kelly closed the thick notebook and reminded again. "Besides, whether it's the Flying Flower Courtyard or the Holy Land, I wouldn't have thought that we would be the best at all. Even if we scatter our strength and concentrate on the fluctuations of events around us, we will not fall into disadvantage. Teacher, you can spread out, if anyone sees a lineup like ours, it will be against us. ”

Again Kelly was ready to respond, but this time, Ulysses, who looked a little stiff, turned his head, looked deeply at each of his students, and then glanced at the silent elite that represented the sharpest blade of the Earth Temple.

"We're not worried about their strength, but I'm not sure we'll be able to hold off the former Legion Commander without such a lineup. Osiria is about to face great change, and each and every one of you must preserve as much as possible—there is no escaping the responsibility for your future destiny. ”

As soon as Ulysses II's words fell, Kelly closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her eyes were full of determination, and then she lightly moved her field, reached out and patted Ulysses lightly on the shoulder.

In the eyes of her classmates, such an action is just the simplest action to comfort the teacher. In every movement of the senior sister, there was not a single fluctuation of power.

Ulysses II turned around, a struggling expression on his face, and he called out to each of the warriors of the Earth Temple: "Gregory, divide our warriors into eight detachments, two kilometers apart from each other in eight directions, and advance to the east at the same speed when they are done, and in any case must not let the Seal Stone fall into the Holy Land, let alone the hands of the Flying Flower Courtyard and the Cross Brigade - order!"

Standing at the other end of the Ice Paladin, the head of the Earth Knights, Gregor answered the Pope's order with his gaze, and after the divine will brought by the earthly angels that had been confirmed by the high-level of the Earth Temple came to the world, the entire Earth Temple had completely entered a state of frenzy and terror. The unprecedented cohesion has once again led the Temple of Earth to its former glory.

Kelly's tight cheeks turned pale in an instant, and her body was about to fall as soon as she went limp. One of her male classmates hurriedly held Kelly up.

"Send me back - I'm feeling bad right now...... Nonsense, not so exaggerated yet......"

The anxiety and panic among the students was drowned out by the sound of the knights marching around them as they began to move in unison. Standing in the sky, Gregory II looked at his students with some dazed and even strange eyes, and was also the reserve of the next generation of the higher echelons of the Earth Temple.

"I—I give you my time. He muttered to himself.

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The speed of the lone wanderer has reached the extreme speed of this atmosphere, and the algebraic sum of the drag brought by the wind pressure and the product of his acceleration and mass has reached zero, and no matter how much the afterburner continues, the foggy scene around him will not continue to blur.

"Crazy!!bastard!!——" he roared at the sky in front of him, and Sonic was left far behind by his form, "You don't understand, you don't understand anything!!——

Scattered piano music flashed in his ears. It was a whisper of the extreme thirst for advancement of spiritual power, and with just a small contemplation, his already incomparably powerful and full spiritual power would break through a new layer of bottleneck and open a new stage in the spiritual world.

If that happens, his spiritual power can intervene in the ubiquitous wind and water elements around him, breaking through the cold limitations that this world has brought to him.

It's just that the cost of doing so is too great – and the reason why he chose to do so is also because he is unwilling to face such a price.

Once again, strength became a sweet temptation, and once again an invitation to pain.

At the beginning of the world. Have human beings who have tasted the fruit of wisdom have the same hesitation and struggle in the face of the bright fruit that symbolizes strength and original sin?

The transparent air around them suddenly became blurred, and the shredded gray light spread over this plain land. Beneath him was a plain jungle, but at the moment it was faintly covered with a layer of gray mist.

He felt a kind of fear, feeling that those purple eyes were staring at him with a blank gaze through the gaps in the countless gray mist.

"What a bastard!—— "A huge spiritual fire roared like a mushroom cloud on the flat ground. The angry roar of the Lone Wanderer echoed through the plains. He unleashed all of his spiritual power without reservation, and the gray mist in front of him was already thick beyond what he could comprehend. As the top of the fourth level, he felt a threat of death in it—not from death in battle. Rather, it comes from a warning of fate.

The flash of ice blue condensed into a dot in Nanhart's eyes, and in an instant, a bit of pure black appeared in the center of the ice blue, as if it were another pair of eyes in the pupils.

A long whistling came from the silence, without intervals, without pause, a wild call that emanated from eternity.

The overwhelming gray rushed towards him, blowing away the long ice-colored hair that fell to the ground, and the spirit of ice suddenly unfolded at the moment when the heavy gray in front of him came. In the endless whistling sound, the band of the long blue hair broke in an instant, the single piece of golden eyes around the eyes exploded instantly, and the extremely bright spiritual light was like a silk thread drawn from the sun, in the form of teleportation-like movement, with Nanhart as the geometric center, forming the outline of a regular octahedron.

The ice lotus formed in an instant, and then spread without intervals, instantly filling the entire octahedron. In less than half a second, the fully formed blue octahedron completely replaced it — instead of obscuring Nanhart's human body.

Recreating the body with near-materialized spiritual power is a sign that the spiritual power has been fully formed. And to truly turn spiritual power into substance, that means that it has exceeded the fifth level of the general strength standard.

The spiritual octahedron faced the winged demon that had turned into black dots that pierced straight at it, and in a spasmodic cracking sound, the regular octahedron transformed into a surreal strange aggregate, and above the four prominent vertices, the splendor of ice and fire was completely sublimated in the sun-like brightness, and the four spiritual powers that were enough to burn through the space were twisted into one, and shot away in what seemed to be the accompaniment of the howling sounds of countless fierce beasts.

And the black at the other end also let out a roar that shattered the space at this moment. The earth below him opened and cracked, and the mountain peaks below Nanhat collapsed one after another in countless extreme sound waves, and the huge landslide covered the brownish-gray soil with a qiē green, and the low call of life could no longer be heard, only the strongest sound of life that was about to collide remained.

The surrounding gray was clear in an instant, and the gray that was qiē poured into this singularity that seemed to have no volume. The gray hair that exploded finally showed the three-dimensional sense it should have in the distance, and the illusion of zero dimension finally dissipated, but in the extreme acceleration, the Thousand Wings Slash, which should have spread a hundred meters, was only a few meters in front of the Winged Demon.

The core of the gray light and the core of the blue light finally collided, and in this segment that had no time significance, the first collision repelled a piece of air and the elements contained in it.

The fluctuations of the second collision washed away the clouds in the sky, and the soil layer on the ground was lightly cut off by tens of meters.

In the third wave, there was no longer a medium that carried the wave energy, so the wave energy, which accounted for most of the total energy, exchanged the wave source, and the blue-gold engulfed the gray with a blue glow of a glorious call, and the gray energy burst with inky lines in the gray also covered up a qiē gray.

“...... Sister ......"

“...... It's not my sister, Siu is my brother. ”

The blue light in front of her eyes, which was enough to burn through the lens, suddenly dissipated, replaced by a warm white light, and the wound and pain left by Qiqi a few days ago were gone—in the imperceptible gap where Lilith's barrier shattered, Siu stretched out the tentacles of her spirit, turned into a pair of small hands that were exactly like hers, and grabbed Orka.

“...... No, Orka is an older sister. ”

"Siwu...... Siu – Siu !——"

There is no pain, no joy of reunion, no sorrow and grief of being separated again. All qiē are purified, and one qiē is swept away by the ripples of the Gemini synergy.

The blue and gray light dissipates in a natural splatter in a vacuum, and then is washed away by the returning wind into a messy random image. Both Orka and Nanhart flew upside down for a hundred meters, and the space where they stood suddenly vibrated with disorderly ripples.

Under Siwu's gaze, one of Orka's injuries had been purified, and at this moment, between the wings spread behind his back and the demonic light released from his limbs and cheeks, it revealed an absolute killing intent beyond the limit of his emotions, Nanhat's spiritual cover for the people around him was finally unable to support, and the fourth-level powerhouses of the Flying Flower Courtyard and the Cross Brigade appeared in the air with some wolves, the elite forces of the Flying Flower Courtyard led by Xue Ji and Xue Qingji, the commander of the Fourth Brigade of the Cross Brigade, Savassi, and the strength of the Cross Brigade led by another brigade commander who had never met. (To be continued......)