The muscles on Evan's cheek twitched a few times, and in a flash he reached to the side where Snow Foam was, reaching out and poking her face.

A premonition of extreme danger drenched Evan like a basin of cold water, and the surrounding elements suddenly became active, and the rapid teleportation allowed him to avoid this catastrophe for the time being.

Maha lying under the bed was grabbed by Ai An at some point, and with a movement of his wrist, he made a powerful axe, which directly pierced the floor where Evan was just now, revealing a large hole that went straight to the first and second floors.

The small ornaments and furniture around her were scattered everywhere with this deafening blow, and Evan turned pale with fright, when did she start to accumulate strength?!

"How...... What's the matter?......" Ai An opened his eyes in a daze, not noticing for a moment why he had made such instinctive protective measures. She reached out and rubbed her beautiful big eyes, and the snow foam next to her also came out of her arm, and she looked very cute with a pink star nightcap.

"Eh, sister, what are you doing here?"

Ai An finally saw Evan, who was standing in the doorway in his pajamas, in the light outside the door.

"Oh my God. Ai Min covered her mouth.

"Who...... My sister is sleeping!"

"Hooligans, a!!——a

The flying snowflakes instantly stained everything around her with a layer of white frost, and the sharp ice flakes frantically condensed on Maha's axe blade, and then she was lifted high in Ai'an's rage, and she in her pajamas moved forward a meter under a huge force. With all his might, he slashed the Maha in his hand at the top of Evan's head, who was stunned with fright.

The power of the god of war is as powerful as the momentum, only personal experience can tell a thing or two. At the moment when the vindictive stance unfolded. The entire bedroom was already in pieces, and the partition wall of the living room next to it had been shattered into a pile of hoarfrost-covered bricks. The incandescent light of ice pierced no one's eyes. Evan could only subconsciously fully burst out of all of his active magic elements, opening a small but hard shield above his head. The guards, who had just figured out what had happened, rushed in and tried to use their weapons against Ayan's great axe.

"Ah——h

The spears in the hands of the guards who tried to block Ian's weapons undoubtedly shattered, and they themselves spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Evan was crushed to his knees by the force, and his knees crushed the floor beneath his feet, causing cobweb-like cracks in the load-bearing reinforced concrete slabs.

However, the result of his desperate efforts was that he was not evenly divided into two frozen slices.

Ann swung the axe in shame and threw away the Maha and simply grabbed the collar of his nightgown and leaned over and asked aloud, "What did you —— tell you what you had always done!" she scratched her face in horror. "Or are you already—ah!——h

"Sister, I'm cold!" In the frost-covered and ruined bedroom, Xuemo's hair was stained with sawdust and ice, and he grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself tightly in it, and complained loudly to Ai'an, "What can he do as a child!"

Ai Ann ignored this, went back and hugged Xue Mo, then looked directly at her face and said:

"Xiaoxue Xiaoxue, my face ...... Is there any, is there a kiss mark or something?"

"No, I don't. Xue Mo said with a wink.

"Ahh It's great that you didn't have it - the buttons weren't unbuttoned, and so were yours...... This big pervert - you want to do it even as a child!!—— !——" Ian yelled at Evan on his knees, his expression like he was about to cry.

"Sister Ian. At his age, Evan doesn't have much power. Xue Mo wrapped herself in the quilt and hummed a song to Ian's side and said, "You better ask him why he came to us." ”

"I don't need to ask!" said Ayan, pointing at him with a shudder.

Evan wanted to cry and half-knelt in front of the two girls, one big and one small. There is no parry at all. Miller also followed a large wave of guards to the bedroom door, watching his master's decadent appearance. He cautiously touched his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem!" Evan convinces himself to be brave, and he looks up. "I'm so sorry, I'm too impatient, I should have been at dawn-"

"Ahh

"You two......" Maha sighed helplessly as he sat on the blade of his axe, and he had no intention of convincing, and he didn't want to do that when he saw Evan like this.

"I want to know!" Evan flicked the ash off his body and stood up with his teeth gritted, Ai Yan hugged Xuemo and shrank back, "Miss Semiria, have you left this bedroom tonight?"

Xuemo shook her head, and Ai looked at Evan nervously.

"Didn't you have any strange dreams?"

Xue Mo poked a finger at herself and looked up at her lips, and after a while she said, "I dreamed that I was eating cake...... It's the kind of cake with a chocolate filling and lots of strawberries on top......"

Evan let out a long sigh and cupped his forehead, then turned his head and shook his head at Millet, who was about to ask him what had happened.

"Hey, you're leaving!" Ai An's eyes glared at him, "You're a crime!!"

"You don't have to pay for the room...... That's good enough......" Evan said dejectedly.

"There must be a lot of displeasure in my dreams, that is, when I eat cake, there is always a pair of eyes staring at me...... That's right!!"

Xuemo suddenly screamed and stopped Evan. The demon girl jumped free of Ian's arm and looked up into Evan's eyes.

"It's the same as your eyes, blue and blue. It's pretty to say, but all the time staring at me, Semirea still feels a little scary. ”

Evan was hit head-on by the blow, and he saw a pair of bright blue dots of light in his citrine eyes that were looking at his snow foam with innocent eyes.

He knew his eyes were blue, but they could never be so bright.

Half-open mouth. He can only make a meaningless "Kerakala" sound. Immediately, he went crazy and stormed the torn bathroom. Grabbed a broken mirror and wiped the dust from it.

That's himself. It was himself with a few freckles in his eyebrows, but the eyes that were as bright as blue diamonds were no longer the gray-blue and vibrant eyes in his memory.

He had only one thought in his mind now, and that was to use the sharp mirror fragments in his hand to gouge out these eyes that were not his own, in that case, what he had just experienced was a real dream.

"Host—— stop!——"

Between the soul contracts, the agate dragon Miller, who could slightly feel the mutual affection, suddenly let out a wild scream, and the wings behind him appeared behind him, and the slasher snatched the fragment from Evan's hand.

"The host ?......"

Evan collapsed into Millet's arms. From then on, Evan never dared to look anyone in the eye, let alone appear in any room with a mirror, and even had a paranoid fear of objects with polished surfaces. This fear until he was forced to accept his fate.

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In the abyss of the forest to the east, above the ocean of the dead realm that submerged in the Dead Sea Papers, the lifeless shell of Fred Modist, who had been nailed to Lilith's cross, suddenly trembled slightly.

Under the lowered head, the closed eyes seemed to open and close slightly, oozing a little bloody tears glowing with blue light. The splatters of blood disappeared into the eternal air of the Dead Sea. At the same time, the body that had endured the torture of original sin for five hundred years silently ignited a golden flame. The sparks swirled around his naked, emaciated body, with tearful emotion and joy, and finally turned into a blazing flame of life. Blooming towards the withered yellow sky, it is like igniting a holly that symbolizes absolute life in the realm of death.

A smile appeared at the shell of Fried's last vestiges of the world, and then with the sparkling fire of life. Returned to the eternal warm and calm embrace of the World Tree.

In the days when Evan was bedridden after a huge mental blow, South Black Wing was run by Miller. Having worked beside Evan for a long time, he was very familiar with Black Wings. Personnel adjustments. Arrange the relocation of garrisons and livelihood facilities...... Millet is not flawless, though. But there's also the reassurance of being organized.

Millet readily accepted the request of Lovian and Francis in the letter. The first is that the Black Wings really need the most precious human resources to replenish it, and if the remnants of Grivar are allowed to be swept away by the Earth Templar Knights who appeared at some point, Orka, who is hidden in the corner of the world, will appear to use the power of the Grivar Seal Stone to purify his soul and unlock the last seal of Siu. If this is the case, the shattering of this vital sealing stone is very likely to lead to the occurrence of something that the whole of Osiria does not want to see.

But if this is not the case, Orka will undoubtedly come to the human town in person, bring bloody slaughter, accumulate enough souls with his own hands, and eventually lead to the shattering of the sealing stone.

In the hint that Lovian left for Francis, he hoped that if it did happen, he might be the only one but himself who could stop her.

But he was equally worried, knowing that Orca had left an indelible mark on Francis's heart. On the spur of the moment, he might have unlocked it for Siu himself as the last pure soul, so that although there would be no killing and the shattering of the Seal Stone, it would definitely not be the outcome that Lovien wanted to see.

Even from a rational point of view, this is already the best approach. Without Francis, Evan Pam can still hold up the big picture. With the technical strength of the Black Wing, rescue as many remnants of the Grivar Empire and 200,000 demons as possible, break the blockade of the Northern Holy Land against the Northern Black Wing, establish your own sphere of influence, and take revenge with your own hands-

But then, what is the difference between it and the past self?

The reason why I am myself is that I think that no one is a purely rational machine. Civilization may not be able to move at full speed because of this, but it is also different because of this.

Silently, the 100,000 soldiers and civilians of the South Black Wings pulled up the foundation stakes, loaded the flying ships painted black, and flew silently towards the eastern border of the Grihua Empire. In just two days, their vanguard was already lurking in the north and south. At the same time, monitor the territory of the Grivar Empire, which has been in chaos, but there is still no large-scale refugee commotion under the maintenance of order by the Demon Legion. Wait for the action of the Earth Temple.

On the vast earth, Xuemo, who was wearing a cashmere pullover, folded her hands. Heartily pray to the gods that Daddy will return before chaos comes.

Such a bitter storm was beyond the scope of nature's willingness, and there was nowhere to climb the mirror-smooth rock, and every meter of movement required the use of dark energy to corrode a small hole in the smooth granite that could be borrowed.

With his wings clinging to his back, Lovian's face buried in his thick shawl paused for a moment, waiting for the wind to subside enough to blow him a few hundred meters away.

He smelled the air element and the water element. The elemental activity here was extremely strong, and he knew it when he began to climb this last mountain. It was no longer possible for him to spread his wings and the dark essence in his body as dashingly as before, and easily fly over the dozens of mountains before him. Countless tiny circles fused with granite here form a huge system of magic circles like mountains. Not only does it gather the thin active elements that blow through the valley all year round and mobilize them into violent storms, but it also means that if you release your power here, your power will be instantly injected into the circle, bringing even more violent storms.

This layer of magical enchantment alone can stop everyone in their footsteps for five hundred years.

He knew what kind of human being Ben Léon was. Although he was the lowest among the Legion Commanders, his character was as resolute and resolute as his origins. Without his hard work, as the king of the South, he would never show any respect to others. Because of this, he knew that he needed to work hard to climb the thousand-meter peak himself. to be able to reach this lost southern cold country. Of course, if his strength was on par with him, he wouldn't need to work so hard, but after all, this still belonged to the magic circle under a fifth-level powerhouse. Under his strength, everyone has to obediently go through the test of climbing the mountain in the reinforced blizzard.

For two days, Lovian hadn't even reached the summit. The wind with mental fluctuations blocked his spiritual perception. The foggy snowstorm made it even more difficult for him to see the environment above and below. He has continued to climb until now without eating or sleeping, and with his fourth-level strength, he has some signs of collapse.

In front of him was a dark stone wall. Below is a snow-capped valley with no end in sight, and above is a mountain peak buried in snowflakes. There are only these two colors left in the world. In an isolated environment, Lovian could only climb upwards with his head bored. He knew that even cranky thoughts would greatly drain his body, causing him to fall if he was just a stone's throw away from his goal.

Since we can't see the future, maybe the next step is the end. Lovian encouraged himself with such hope, and climbed to the top foot by foot.

Blizzard never stops day and night, and he can only judge the time by the strength of the sun. He promised Ai and Xuemo to return within a week, but the current situation is obviously not optimistic.

Do you really want to give up?

To be honest, he didn't know what the purpose of his trip was. He needed to know what he had chosen from Ben Léon, and he needed to understand what he was going to do in the future. However, he also knew how many demon civilians had been slaughtered by Ben Leon's own legions, and he knew that this hatred might kill him before he could regain his original strength.

It's all possible, and there's only one reason he's doing it, because he's already feeling it, and that time is coming. He needed to be prepared to see Osiria's moves through the eyes of his former comrade, his current enemy.

The right hand reached up again, and the dark essence of the fingertips shone with a hissing sound, but this time, there was no unchanging boulder.

This slight change was like a shot in the arm, and Lovian stretched his head out of his thick shawl, and in front of him was no longer a cold rock wall, but a dark inky arch.

A badge carved with a wind-eroded shapeless coat hung on it, a lion's head outlined with a few strokes.

Luo Wei exhaled with relief, and with a movement of his wings behind his back, he instantly broke through the storm barrier that was two thousand meters thick under him, and landed steadily in front of the gate of the South Snow Country.

There is no life.

The only creature here is moss creeping on the rubble, and on either side of the stone arch are two life-size stone statues. The stone carvings are extremely expressive. Meticulous -

"Not true. Lovian lightly touched the cold stone carving, "This is." Petrified humans? After so much time, even if the soul was not dead at that time. Such a long period of loneliness will also collapse. In the past five hundred years, he has not been so good......"

For two days in a row, there was a piercing sound of wind and snow in his ears, and the sudden silence made him feel that he was talking to himself so loudly. Beyond the arch, the scene in front of him made him sigh for a long time.

Gray-blue and dark green boulders have been simply carved into bricks, stacked in a rugged and bold style to form a long stretch of streets and houses. The street lamps carved out of stone still lit up in a miserable green, reflecting the streets and alleys in a vast gray color.

Lovian even felt that even one or two crows made noise on it for a while, which was more gratifying than such a silent stone city.

He cautiously sensed the qiē around him, and there were no fluctuations in magic. There are no traps here. Step by step, he walked into the royal capital made of silent boulders. The only thing that accompanied him was the sound of his own footsteps and the wind.

Every lamp was still on, whether it was a green street lamp or an oil lamp in the house, it continued to flicker in a way that was beyond his comprehension. He could know that these lights had been on for five hundred years, and that the power that could not be understood in such details was the real power.

"Time magic?" he said as he walked slowly through the middle of the street, and at no time he could see the traveler's usual expression. In the window, you can also see the people who are living their lives peacefully. Their expressions were as peaceful and calm as those of the inhabitants living elsewhere. Full of life.

It's just that their movements and demeanor have been petrified for a certain moment in the past five hundred years. The vitality has dissipated, leaving only the endless silence and dazedness.

Leaning on a map on the side of the road that had not yet been eroded by the wind, Lovian quickly found the location of the palace. He didn't immediately go in that direction. Instead, he found a small fire in the shadow of the harsh sun of the mountains, roasted the dry food he had brought, ate it, and rested on the spot for a while.

If there really is Ben Leon among the many stone statues in the palace. Then, with his strength, he has undoubtedly probed his existence. There is no point in arriving sooner or later now. He needs to get back to his best.

Ruins were piled up around the palace, and scattered sparks emitted a pungent smoke from the broken ornaments. The surrounding qiē shows a perplexing contradiction. It is clear that it is a cold building that has been silent for 500 years, why there is such a layer of new smoke. The magical elements around him flowed silently, and even the dark elements that would resonate with him were oblivious to him.

It's like he has walked into someone else's dream, and all he can do is keep thinking about himself. The palace door was closed, but it was not locked, but the heavy door still took a lot of effort to open. The smell of decay and vicissitudes rushed towards him, and everywhere there was dust half a foot thick, and on the stone candlestick, the white candles still shimmered a dim yellow light, and not a single tear fell.

It is a drab portico surrounded by court guards and maids who have been frozen in stone statues. But the actions of the people here and outside were very different when they were frozen, they seemed to see the scene before they were petrified, their faces were terrified and desperate, some of the samurai lost their spears in their hands, and their bodies had already fallen to the ground, turning into a few scattered gray stones. Some of them held tower shields and glared angrily, but his momentum did not pause for a second for the coming of his fate. The maids crowded out, their panicked expressions evident even on their gray petrified cheeks.

Their minds are painfully left with memories of when that moment came.

But where is their king. If this inexplicable catastrophe really comes, that human being will be at the center of the catastrophe.

At the end of the portico is a carved glass window, the traces of decoration obscuring the meaning of the glass itself. He couldn't see what was behind this golden and green glass window, and even his spiritual tentacles couldn't penetrate it. It was a window that separated the perception from the spirit, and under the bright and shimmering golden glow on the other side, Lovian faintly saw the aristocracy dancing in the warm light of the fireplace and chandelier. The ghost of the red and willow green, drunken and gold-addicted life hovered behind this window, evoking a faint memory of Luo Wei'an's past demon life.

Although he didn't want to appear in such a scene of enjoyment, the cold and murderous military camp was the one that resonated with his state of mind the most. But every year in the annual meeting of the demon clan, he still has to wear a cumbersome formal dress and attend the only remaining gorgeous fragment of life in this demon clan with a blank face.

As soon as his fingers touched the warm glass window, there was a sudden change. He quickly realized that this was an extremely cleverly hidden spiritual magic enchantment, and he did not hesitate to draw the Doomsday Scepter, the purple-green cold blade forward finger, and the summoning of the dark spirit condensed the surrounding dark elements around him, shrouding him in a dense black mist.

Even though he was so out of place with the outside world, no one here noticed him.

The elaborate palace tutu exudes a mournful aroma, and the dizzying smell of perfume and alcohol is everywhere. The climate of the southern cold land made the subjects here like to drink spirits, and the atmosphere was getting closer to madness under the fermentation of spirits. When the audience is lined up on the dance floor or in the guest seats, even the royal princes and nobles of the kingdom are as sharp and angular as knives and axes. Regardless of gender, old or young, their physique and appearance are all handsome and tall, far from being comparable to those in the hinterland of Osiria's Wenhua Heavenly Mansion.

This is an ancient vein hidden between the peaks and mountains of the human race in ancient times, and the excellent bloodline has never been fused by other branches. Although not as active and creative as the humans in the hinterland of Osiria, their perseverance and resilience impressed the three major fighting races of the Demon Race, which had been tormented by the cold of Edelstan for thousands of years.

But it was also this powerful human force that almost cut off the last bloodline of the demon race, making it almost erased from the history of Osiria. Lovian looked around at the bustling scene of singing and dancing that must have been created by magic in his mental space, and slowly walked through the crowd towards the tall throne in the innermost part.

The crowd of people who came and went didn't have time to squeeze into him, bringing an impeccable touch of authenticity. But he tried to observe the expressions of the people he touched carefully, and from their eyes, Lovian's existence was an illusory illusion to them. The glass is knocked down, and the aroma of wine is permeated. He stared at his palms that were wet with spirits, the coolness of the alcohol was still very real, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the creator of this spiritual magic's advanced knowledge of the spiritual space. (To be continued......)