But...... There were five of them! Five adult male Terrans, who did not know the depths, would have lost their lives there - even like the poor people in the sack -

My life not only belongs to me, but also my mother and sister at home who need to be taken care of, if you do this, are you worthy of your family?

"You are the future emperor of the demon race! Father kept repeating this phrase to him from the beginning when he was just sensible.

Luo Wei'an, who is still an ignorant teenager, doesn't know what the so-called "Demon Emperor" means, and he hasn't met the uncle of the Demon Emperor a few times. But every time my father said this sentence, the resoluteness and even paranoia in his tone had already invisibly affected him. The father is the original hero of every son, and of course Lovian is no exception, the image of his father in his heart is the mountains that will be conquered in the distance, and his own will is just a small mound in front of him.

The two Terrans threw the black sack into the tent, and the children's mouths inside had been gagged, but the cries of pain still pierced through the wind and cut directly into Lovian's internal organs.

So he took off his thick coat, and his wings instantly became cold in the wind. The steel sword that his father left him was slightly longer and had a short hilt that could only be held with one hand, making it a weapon that a warrior who took the dexterous route was good at. And Luo Wei'an has half Terran blood, and the human body is lighter and faster than the Demon Race, so Luo Wei'an's previous starting martial arts are quite suitable for one-handed swords.

The light of the essence shield on his left arm flickered, and he was no longer able to adjust his breathing and heartbeat. I couldn't even understand my state of mind at that time. Lovian held the blade of his sword in one hand and squeezed out the crack in the stone. Slowly walked towards the tent with five Terrans.

The wind and snow were shaking, and the dark essence surrounded him to form a thin barrier. Behind him are endless dark mountains. I can't see the lights of my hometown in half of the winter. In the distance in front of him, you can vaguely smell the smell of flowers and plants in the warm valley, and in the distance is the unfathomable dark abyss, which is the gloomy black brick of the Demon Barrier set up by the human race.

Staggering there, Lovien gasping for breath and his heart beating wildly as if it were about to explode. He had not touched death before, but he had never walked towards it himself, perceiving the texture and color of death with his own hands. The young yellow crystal eyes had already soaked into a few bloodshots, and against the wind and snow, he swayed like a weakened patient.

"Huh?" came the sound of the Terran's rough breathing. Four Terrans were unwound sacks in their tents, and one of them was holding a ball of cotton cloth in his hand, intending to pour the pungent anesthetic into it.

“...... You...... Please ......"

It was the first time he had used their language on a human, and Lovian had never felt the language of this race so dry, and what was even more unbelievable to him at this moment was that he would use honorifics on them?!

"Aha, what are you looking at? It seems that you still have a lot of ideas! Sure enough, a demon is coming, and it's still a child......

"Yes, if you were an adult, wouldn't you be killed without saying a word?"

Lovian's heart pounded. The breathing could not keep up with the rate of the heartbeat, the blood in the blood vessels, and the dark essence in the meridians were all rolling rapidly in a disorderly manner, and so on. Are you still conscious?

――How can I, who will kill all the human race in the future, be intimidated by humans!!——

Perhaps in the darkness of the night, the Terrans didn't see the blade of the sword trembling in his hand from the rapid flow of blood and muscle spasms, but one of them still raised the heavy steel crossbow for hunting. Dark arrows pointed to his head, and a human held up a cotton cloth that exuded anesthetic. Under the cover of the companion with the steel crossbow, he walked towards him with considerable ease.

The cold wings behind him suddenly became as hot as fire, and Luo Wei'an's consciousness was cut off in this action for a moment. He watched as he rushed out. The dark essence roared out of his body, the strong shear force caused his muscles and skeletal joints to let out a cry of pain, the essence shield of his left arm lifted upwards - he couldn't see the human eye, he wouldn't see the change in his gaze, the cold and hard crossbow machine was pushed away by the harder essence shield, and the one-handed sword in his right hand stabbed almost uncontrollably at the most precise point, piercing the gap in his thick leather coat, piercing the neck of the Terran, and then spun in a circle under the drive of the flame-scorched wings behind his back-

"Ahh!!h

He roared like a beast, oblivious to the soaring heads behind him and the dark red blood of the humans splattered half a meter above him. The headless body slowly fell to its knees and then fell forever, and the male Terran holding the anesthetic cotton cloth was stunned for a moment, not at all judging what he was seeing. In his eyes, it suddenly darkened, and when the light was sufficient again, all that was left was the corpse of his companion who had lost his head in front of him.

"How?"

"Ahh!!h

"Brother!!-"

-- Why didn't I feel shocked at all, why did I seem to have the courage to know the answer, and why did I have the strength to do this?

Adrenaline-saturated, he didn't feel a stronger shock, and he wasn't surprised at all that the person was his own sister, as if his appearance, his waiting in the crack of the stone were all for this, to prepare for the opportunity to rescue his sister.

"Demy!—"

"Die!!"

The Terran roared in a brutal Terran voice, and the huge machete rolled diagonally past his side with a white fighting spirit. If you hit yourself, it must be the fact that your chest is cut in two. But as an elder brother, he can't let his sister see such a bloody picture.

Damien was dressed in tattered robes, huddled in a sack, his small cheeks were already a little frostbitten, his dark red hair was scattered, and his citrine eyes were full of fear, but most of them had been dispersed by the presence of his brother. There was a light of hope and trust.

"Brother......

"Don't look!" he roared hoarsely, and the sudden burst of spirit rattan from under the snow wrapped around the ankle of the Terran with the machete. Drag him to the ground at once. The out-of-control fighting spirit could only be released into the indifferent sky, in the midst of a momentary fighter. Lovian had already swept over his chest, and the thin sword in his right hand had directly slashed at his throat and carotid artery.

The beating of his heart finally caught up with his body, and the dark essence that roared in his meridians was no longer as depressed and painful as before. The body has entered a strange state, and the vision in front of it seems to have turned into an inverted color, and the darker the place, the brighter it becomes.

Heaven and earth turned upside down, and he endured the pain that seemed to be about to burst out of his veins, and he let out a silent wail when he looked up to the sky.

"Ahh

The tip of the steel sword in his right hand collapsed, and the dark essence that flowed around his body was no longer a faint dark essence, but a bright yellow dark elemental surge.

As a young man, he didn't understand what it was. That was also his dark spirit, except that the spin of their foundation, the dark elemental particles, had been reversed.

What appeared in his right hand was a long dark blue energy blade, he lost his conscious self-consciousness and subconsciously raised his hand, and then slashed down at a speed that he once dared not imagine, the human race was directly cut in half, and the blood and viscous body fluids were already burned and solidified when they were cut, and then he continued to pounce forward, and drew a simple red cross in the air-

......

"Brother—"

When he opened his heavy eyelids, he saw Damien's little face. Round. There were a few freckles under her left eye, a little pale from the cold, but accentuated the flush of her cheeks.

"Dai... Demy. Lovian supported his tired body and slowly sat up with the help of his sister. Almost a minute later. Only then did he realize that he was in the little tent of the Terran, which was much warmer than outside because of the warm lantern.

"Damian!" Lovien almost hurriedly turned and grabbed his sister, who was wrapped in the leather robes that the humans had changed to keep warm. "It's okay, are you hurt, the Terrans didn't do anything to you-"

"Brother!!"

Damien threw himself into Lovian's arms. He was clasped around his back, as if he was about to disappear from the air in front of him if he let go of his hand.

"Brother......" she sobbed desperately. The small body trembled incessantly in Luo Wei'an's arms, and Luo Wei's mind was already filled with all kinds of strong memories, and he couldn't even think.

"I knew you were going to come to my rescue...... Damian wasn't scared at all—"

"Fool - it's time to go home, it's late Mom will be in a hurry - how can you get caught!"

"Brother--didn't my brother also come here to dig herbs? Brother can't hide it from me, so I came here to find you......"

He knew that the most important thing he should do was to scold his sister with his head and face, but at the moment he couldn't open his mouth anyway. He looked down over Damien's shoulder, why hadn't he released the broken sword in his right hand?

The tightening of the muscles of his fingers prevented him from dropping the sword in his hand, and he let go of Damien and carefully broke his fingers with his left hand.

"Demy, how's it going out there......"

The chaotic memories in his mind gradually subsided, and he gradually realized what he had done. Shocked, he was shocked to find that this was his first time - killing someone.

"I ...... I'll kill them, won't I, Demy?"

Damian looked at his brother with big beautiful eyes, and said word by word: "Brother, they are beasts, but they just happen to look like people. There's nothing wrong with killing them!"

Luo Weian nodded in a trance, "Didn't you look outside?"

"Listening to my brother, I didn't look out. ”

"Don't go out. ”

Lovian slowly pulled open a corner of the tent and slipped out.

Even though he was in the cold air, the pungent smell of blood still made him dizzy. There were corpse pieces scattered on the ground, and it was impossible to determine how many people had belonged to this scattered pile of flesh. He sleepwalked slowly forward half a step forward and touched something on his ankle. He looked down and saw an incomplete head, with dull eyes beneath half-open eyelids. The blood had long since dried up, and his lips trembled, and he wanted to let out a terrifying scream, but he was stuck in his throat and couldn't shout.

-- There is no light, it is dim. inanimate -

--Just waving the sword in his hand.,So lightly killed the Terrans who once thought they were powerful.〜

-- What is so powerful about it? It is the desire to kill. Or is it the sharp sword in his hand and his own dark spirit?-

A red and white vision, infinite sharp reverberations wandered around the land. He couldn't blink, he could only turn his head blankly, looking around at the scene he had created, his own killing sacrifice.

The grip of the one-handed sword was still in his heart, but the fingers of his right hand could not grasp the sword anyway. Killed sapient beings like him, even of half the same race as them.

--To protect Damian--

Any excuse is enough, this is the only reason, and it will be in the future.

Falling to his knees in the snow, he clutched his head. Looking at the white and red world where blood melted a snowfield. Then he picked up a handful of dark red snow and wiped it his face.

The cold touch made him slightly sober, his own hand was the hand holding such a terrible murder weapon - his dark essence was a martial art that could easily deprive him of many lives.

Are protection and killing inseparable sides of a card?

"Damian!"

His sister's voice came from the light of the horse lantern in the tent, and he gasped as if he had been saved, and then coughed violently in the cold wind.

"Brother, are you alright—"

"Don't come out!!" Lovian roared, causing the shadow cast on the tent to tremble.

Then he turned and rushed into the tent. He covered Damien's eyes, then flapped his cold wings and left the snowfield with his sister in his arms like an arrow.

The sword his father had left for him was left behind, and it was the sacrifice of his first killing ceremony. He knew that in the future, and even in his own life, it would be difficult to pick up a slender one-handed sword, which was the price he would pay for taking the lives of others lightly in the future. in their own future. Only fanatical protectiveness and hatred of the Terrans may be able to blind his sanity. He grabbed his sword again, turning the dark elemental into a blazing snow-white. Perpetuate the never-ending killing sacrifice with your own life.

-- Hatred, still like this.

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Brother, I've seen it all, and if you're afraid of killing, I'll take your place. I'll kill all those humanoid beasts for my brother one by one.

Because I will protect you as you protect me.

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"It's all ...... It's over. ”

Lovian raised his arm slightly, his fingers scribbling Damien's name in mid-air.

"Am I, who fought for you, running away now?"

"Even if it's an escape, as long as you have a goal, you're moving forward. Mastma reached out and clasped his fingers in the air, "Is the direction you fled from the demons of the past?"

"Perhaps...... Right. Looking at the fingers of the two people, Luo Weian gently pressed it into her hair, "Thank you." ”

Mastma's cheeks flushed, and she moved lightly in his wings, "This is the responsibility of being a subordinate. Just remember to pay me a salary. ”

"Salary?"

"I want your whole life. Mastma turned her head, stared into his eyes, and said, word for word, "This is my reward." ”

Lovian smiled, said nothing, got up from the bed and put on his clothes.

"Today is the official opening of the Coalition General Assembly, and everyone is here to attend. Hurry up. ”

The spatial structure of the Holy Land consists of a mother space and many parallel subspaces, and the well-known appearance of the Holy Land is naturally the floating island that appears in the mother space. However, the offices of the main office personnel of the central government of the Holy Land, including Shinas, are all in separate subspaces, in an orderly manner.

The daily task of the mother space is actually to provide sightseeing spots for tourists from the mainland, hold large-scale welcome ceremonies, large-scale daily training tasks of the knights, and so on. In short, the utilization rate and efficiency of the holy land are quite high.

In addition to the large Osirian organizations such as the Blue Moon Society, the Dragon Clan, the Flying Flower Courtyard, and the Cross Brigade, representatives of the major provinces of Osiria, representatives of the aristocratic class, and even those small intelligent races with sparse populations such as Hafulin were also represented.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the huge open-air white marble venue with ancient shapes was full of people, and the organization of the second alliance meeting was more neat and orderly due to the experience of the first one. The seats allocated by the representatives of all parties are quite generous, and there is no overcrowding as last year.

And with the lessons learned from Sheila's farce at the venue last year, the security measures for the Continental Congress this time can be described as tight. It's not just that the space is completely locked down when the last delegates enter the venue. The Holy Emperor Knights were almost all dispatched around the venue, and from a distance, the number of knights in brilliant armor accounted for one-fifth of the total number.

The center of the venue. It is a wide woodland surrounded by greenery. The tall grandstand buildings on both sides of the venue are where you will be seated. The flag is fluttering, with green as the background color, and the golden cherry blossom petals are embroidered with the golden cherry blossom elf family, representing the elves, wood spirits, fairies, and demon spirits. Mercedes, the Golden Cherry Blossom Elf King, sat on the main seat in a crisp black suit, and beside her was the Elven Elder Philius, dressed in a perfectly fitting white suit with a smile on his face. Standing beside them was Helina, a member of the royal family and a Victorian Permanent Councillor, dressed in traditional elven robes adorned with intricate crystals and gold carvings. On his back he carried an unpretentious dark green longbow, with a stern and cautious expression.

As the oldest unofficial armed organization on the mainland, the head of the Cross Brigade, Gigmont, wears a black robe and a black veil covering his face. Sitting beside her was Haring, the leader of the Crusader Brigade whose position had so far been unknown, and another hermitage Legora stood with a bow.

Blue is the base color, and a simple sign of the last quarter moon is drawn in the center in the white of the moon. In the middle of the crescent moon is an abstract gray wing symbol. As a new generation organization of post-Black Wings recognized by the Imperial Government, the Blue Moon Society inherited the strength and technical prowess of the Black Wings of the past, so it was able to sit next to the main seat. Flannay Wingington, CEO of the Blue Moon Society, sat on the main seat, the General Counselor of the Blue Moon Society. The godfather of the Blue Moon Society, sitting side by side with Brady Muune and Wintington, the leaders of the Osirian Demon Clan, was dark and relaxed.

Red is the base color. In the center is a pair of short knives with a fluttering expression, and the night owl is marked by the flag of the Flying Flower Temple. Xue Ji, the head of the Flying Flower Temple, was dressed in a white mink robe, and sat on the main seat with dignity. Behind her. It is the second lady of the Flying Flower Courtyard who is sharp and holds the handle of the knife, and Xue Qingji. Hongya and other dignitaries of the Flying Flower Courtyard also stood behind Xue Ji, with a respectful face.

Rectangular flags. The area is cleverly divided into blue, black, and red at a polyline angle, and the delicate dragon emblem is embroidered with the flag of the dragon kingdom. The Dark Dragon King Chaga Veroni and the Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister sat side by side in front of them, their faces gloomy, and several dragon guards surrounded behind them, releasing a chilling momentum.

At the easternmost end of the huge venue, on the jade-colored platform, five gold, black, red, green, and blue flags hunted, guarding the most noble and dignified flag.

With the white and gold as the base, there are countless feathers faintly reflected in the white and gold light, and the center of the banner is a six-pointed star with gold, black, red, green, blue and yellow as the endpoints, and the golden cross shield dotted with feathers sets off the holy emperor's vein.

In the midst of the tall and solemn but not luxurious white stone throne, Shinas came and sat on it, with impeccable grace and temperament. Around her, five knight captains stood at her side, and the team of Holy Land civilians, represented by Nanhart, sat behind Shinas, dressed in uniform blue-gold traditional robes.

Under the gentle gaze of the Lord of the Holy Land, the entire venue where the flags were flying gradually became quiet. After a few moments, Shinas was the first to rise, and out of respect for the Lord of Osiria, thousands of people in the audience stood up and saluted. Shinas then made a light gesture to Southhart, and in the sound of the blue spiritual fire amplified, the cold voice of Southhart Lubistan spread throughout the audience, and in an instant it seemed that the temperature around him had dropped by a few degrees.

"Please stand and play the anthem of the Empire of Osiria. ”

Majestic orchestral music burst out from around the venue, startling a crowd of birds. The grand military music that poured in from all directions and ended with the courtyard, regardless of the melody or the momentum played for it from the sky, was already able to make almost all of the Osilian civilization groups present deeply intimidated by the orthodox royal family that had been inherited from the Holy Land for thousands of years. The roar that is enough to blow away the clouds in the sky shows the ruthlessness of history, the tragedy of war, the beauty of peace and the nobility of art. In just two minutes, the national anthem music seemed to extend to the vast universe with the thoughts of everyone present, overlooking the vast river of destiny in an instant.

Although it is already a well-known repertoire, when it is expressed in such a magnificent voice, it still erupts like a landslide and tsunami.

As the final chapter, led by the sound of a bright horn, comes to a close. People finally broke free from the shock a little. Lovian was no exception, but he was awake earlier. But. Even before the Imperial anthem had yet to fall, he had already seen the elements of discord in the seats.

Including him and Francis, Chaga Veroni and Mercedes and others. They all looked at the center of the field with surprised expressions on their faces. In front of the Holy Emperor's banner surrounded by the five-colored knight flag in the east, there was already a figure at some point.

"Phantom!"

Luo Weian couldn't help but exclaim, the luxurious clothes, the unique beak-like hat that covered his face, the blue feathers rising into the sky on the edge of the hat, and the erratic aura like light and shadow, all proved that the person who was looking down at Shinas dozens of meters away was the Terran hero from the era of the Patriotic War five hundred years ago, the nameless phantom lord.

Shinas raised his hand to stop the Rank Captain who was trying to stand in her way, and waited for the anthem to end.

"You may be seated. Nanhart's gaze remained the same. Raise your voice to the participants.

Finally, the thousands of delegates present noticed the mysterious person under the Holy Emperor's Throne, and some of the people who had participated in the first alliance meeting immediately recognized that this was the person who appeared at the venue last time to deter Sheila, and immediately let out a burst of exclamations, and the scene was slightly chaotic because of this change.

"Everyone, be silent!"

Nanhart spoke again, and the order of the venue fell silent again in the cold spiritual wide-angle impact.

Shinas stepped down from his throne and walked briskly towards the Phantom with the corner of his skirt in hand.

"My beautiful and noble majesty—"

The phantom looked up to the sky and shouted. The unbridled sound surprised everyone. And Luo Weian, who was focusing all his attention on the phantom, suddenly found that at the moment when he exhaled, his breath was disordered, and he seemed to be injured.

in his concept and understanding. The Phantom is the best example of self-preservation. The reason why he was willing to participate in the battle with the black mage was all because of the hatred of his lover, the former emperor Arya, and all the things about the situation on the mainland and the beings in the world were just passing by him.

And even that war. The Phantom was not seriously injured. What kind of thought is it now, or what danger he can't avoid. To be able to get him injured?

"Senior, please speak. Shinas folded his hands in front of him, bowing slightly towards the phantom in front of him.

No matter where his thoughts came from. After all, the Phantom is also one of the heroes who brought Osiria five hundred years of recuperation, and it is justified to be a holy emperor.

"I have good news," Phantom slowly lowered his head, "and bad news. My Majesty, which one would you like to hear?"

Shinas's gentle expression slowly retracted, and she bowed again with a solemn expression.

"This gift is for the wounds of the seniors. Shinas whispered, "I'd like to hear the bad news first." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Phantom replied.

Then, he raised his right hand high, ordinary people in the distance may not be able to see such details clearly, but through the spiritual tentacles and not weak spiritual power, Luo Weian clearly saw that under the raised white gloves, the back of the phantom's hand had been scratched by something, and the bright red blood could not stop slowly flowing down, staining his right arm red.

The red scar on the back of the hand is so striking against the white background. Luo Wei'an understood that this was not the damage caused by any fifth-level powerhouse he knew, on the back of his hand, there was a scarlet spider blood mark.

It was what appeared to be a living, crooked red spider clinging to the back of the apparition's hand, injecting toxins that would turn his body tissues into juice and then squeeze his flesh and soul.

With a flick of his hand, the poisonous blood spilled on the grass, instantly turning those innocent lives into black, charred branches.

Shinas stared at him steadily, not stopping the Phantom from relaying the news to everyone present.

"Your Majesty, the bad news is that we still have a year left with the seal stone protection at its most perfect. Of course, if the Seal Stone is broken, then the seal will be broken at that moment. ”

He paused for a moment and continued.

"The good news is that if we can protect the Seal Stone properly, then that time will come in a year's time, and none of us will have to worry about this unknown time. We are fortunate to have another year to prepare. (To be continued......)