Illusion space, spiritual sea, soul world, high-dimensional perspective...... Many forms of spatial or spiritual existence are beyond our ability to comprehend or even observe, so that even when we actually enter this world beyond what we know, we are not aware of what we are.

This space is not in Osilia, not in a dark corner, but in the crevices of countless world fragments at the creation of the world.

As the pale blue flame stood in it, it looked at the chaotic void light around it, and the indescribable sense of emptiness enveloped the same void spirit body, bringing a different kind of vicissitudes.

Standing in the embrace of the world of Osiria, but being able to see so clearly the origin of space outside the absolute world that does not belong to space, such a great grand view brings an infinite magnification of the sense of insignificance after the indescribable shock.

Pale Blue hovered silently between the cracks of the world, surrounded by fragments of the world of tiny mosquitoes, their strange colors hovering over the edge of their surreal silhouettes, sometimes breaking away from the world of Osiria that surrounded him, sometimes falling back, rolling and undulating like a tidal wave that dazzled any life.

The ice-colored spiritual flame looked at the other side of the gap in his spiritual tentacles, and in the vision of the sky, he saw another world in the distance, like a lighthouse in the space-time world.

The world, which is of the same root and origin, is cut off by the individual life that comes from the world itself. Six thousand years ago, the miracle of life created by the unprecedented Demon Emperor tore apart the two worlds with the power of one person, completely subverting the rules set by the gods at the beginning of the founding. With his long smile echoing through time, tell us—

-- Mortal powers can also kill gods.

The invisible gully between the two worlds is proof of this.

And 6,000 years later, another equally powerful being was born. In a form that their present minds cannot explain, they transcend the limits of their recognized power, and even tear apart once again the will of the gods. The Overseer who exiled Osiria leapt into the turbulent history of Osiria as an unprecedented transcendent.

His past has long since been abandoned, and even his identity is not defined by himself, whether it was the one who once prostrated at his feet or the one who rebelled, and after a lot of vicious or flattering names, he was left with the simple but endless curse and power of "Dark Mage".

Thinking back on this outside the world, Pale Blue shook a wave of mocking spiritual fluctuations. The agent of the spirit jumped forward with the waves of the world fragment, merging into a world fragment with a strange silhouette. It was clearly a huge disc-like fragment of the world, but it could not reflect the reflection of the ice-colored flames. The rainbow-colored lines that appear on it do not follow the reflection law of the curved surface, but seem to be reflected on it like a plane, as if the curved world in front of the ice color is in front of a pure plane.

In the crevices of the world that are not limited by sufficient laws, this fragment of the world is enough to collapse itself into a space with four dimensions.

Floating into the four-dimensional world, the ice color sighed again in the magic of this world.

The two-dimensional details of a qiē object in the three-dimensional world are suddenly unfolded, and every section of any three-dimensional object is infinitely peeled away, and is spread out into a three-dimensional but delicate superimposed object in one's own perception. It is impossible to hide the details of a three-dimensional world in the world, just as a two-dimensional world spread out on a paper cannot hide a single detail when viewed from a three-dimensional perspective.

The same. The point of existence of a three-dimensional body can be traversed from the fourth dimension, and in the fourth dimension, even the strongest safe in the three-dimensional world cannot block the four-dimensional perspective. Just as a closed two-dimensional ring can never be crossed by the two-dimensional body in the ring, it can be easily stepped out from a three-dimensional perspective.

The ice-colored spirit agent body stretched out a slender purifying tentacle. Looking at a stone in front of him that could not be hidden in detail. Its tentacles can easily touch any point inside the stone without fear of being obstructed.

In the nonsensical movements, there are three-dimensional and closed four-dimensional bodies suspended in the perspective that are infinitely unfolded in each section. Even a higher-dimensional body that only took on the shape of a dot floated gently towards the edge of the four-bit arc-shaped mirror-like world.

The spiritual agent raises its spiritual tentacles, twisting and flattening. In this blurry space, it gradually melts and spreads. A moment later, a huge thin four-dimensional hypercube more than ten meters high was formed in his position. The shiny reflective plane is engraved with strange ancient patterns of ice. The ancient family totem from the flood period slowly vibrated on the mirror surface, bringing some breath of life that did not belong to the origin of the world to this huge floor-to-ceiling mirror-like strange existence.

Soon, the second, third, and fourth floor-to-ceiling mirrors began to appear gradually. They are all seemingly long and thin hypercubes, and when each spiritual agent from different directions is transformed into a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a strange pattern of its own identity appears on its shiny reflection plane, some of which are ancient, or weird, and some even have a holy or evil aura.

The appearance of the floor-to-ceiling mirror gradually slowed down, and when the sixth floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared, the seventh floor-to-ceiling mirror gradually took shape in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror transformed by the ice-colored spirit agent.

There was a sigh of non-existence.

On the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the ice-colored ancient totem turned into a mirror, there is neither an ancient totem nor a mysterious pattern.

It's just a flawless floor-to-ceiling mirror. In the two mirrors parallel to each other, the infinite length of light is reflected, which seems to penetrate the depths of this four-dimensional space.

After a long time, an emotionless spiritual voice sounded, shaking the fragments of the world around them.

"Our long-cherished wish has been modified by God's intervention. The plan that has been formed must be changed to meet the sins of the world. ”

"What the two say is very true, although the return date of one is just around the corner. But we can't stick to that. The Dead Sea Papers have been changed, and the fate of the world will be changed. The seeds have been planted, and they must be stifled before they become a trend. The other floor-to-ceiling mirror said in the same low, hoarse spiritual voice.

The ice-colored patterned floor-to-ceiling mirrors of the Seven Seats observe these things that are always hiding their identities with a cold spiritual vision. A "mirror" organization that aspires to achieve a seemingly impossible illusion with its own power.

"Hmph. Sanzai's voice was younger, and the snort with some mockery seemed more alive, "Now that the Dead Sea document has been changed and the seeds of fate have been planted, it is nothing more than a waste of time to state reality, and what we need is a practical solution." It is not known whether one will return or not, and before the power of one is beyond our reach, we will make the most of the power in our hands as much as possible, and it will be more vulnerable. Seeds that have not yet taken root and germinated are strangled. ”

"Seeds?" the voices of the six seats rang out in a foggy voice, "If it is not done properly, the seed of fate will awaken the power of fate, and we will not be affected by the calamity of unreasonableness?" We should mainly seal the power of their destiny, and strip their lives as a supplement. ”

The voice of the two seats sounded faintly again: "It is true that except for one, the power of fate still belongs to the throne of God. Through his words, "the abandoned daughter of life." What is the status of Lilith, the Mother of Mankind?"

This time, all the spiritual tentacles pointed to the seven.

The patterns on the seven mirrors were as motionless as if they were inlaid on them, and after a while, the same hoarse and slow spiritual voice sounded.

"Lilith's body was sealed in the realm of life and death by Fred, the inheritor of Cassius, with the Soul Seat Sacrifice Technique. With our strength, it is difficult to break. ”

"Huh...... Since the psychic power is unattainable, we can change the subject?"

"Cowardice. The voices of the three frivolous voices sounded again without mercy. Five let out a wave of disgruntled spirits, while Three completely ignored Five's statement.

"Then please quote Takami. The ice-colored totem shook slightly at an imperceptible angle. Seven said slowly.

"Fried's Soul Seat, after all, comes at the cost of strength and soul. And the body and the preservation of the spear of Longcinus serve as the key to the door of life and death. It is not difficult to break this key, imagine that Fried is the last spiritual inheritor of the Creation Era, and the easiest way to weaken the power of his seal is to pass it on to the next spiritual inheritance. Sanza said leisurely.

"Spiritual...... Inheritance ......" the voice of the two seats sounded.

"Has he already chosen his inheritor before he died?" the four hoarse, shrill voices spread.

"The transcendent power obtained by the sacrifice of Tongguò has given him the ability to bend enough time, and through the index of the elven king, Cassius's re-inheritance is obviously just around the corner. ”

"Does the three-seat refer to the original Black Wings, Evan Pam?" asked the six-seater.

Mizaku didn't reply, as if he had heard a stupid question.

"Absolutely. "Seven Circle Fields," the prophecy of one has begun to be fulfilled, and this time the southward journey of the commander of the Third Army will lead to the direction of Evan through the guidance of two people with past experiences. The impulsiveness and impatience of the Sixth Legion Commander will bring memories of the White Wolf King's past, and will also awaken Fried's long-lost soul and summon the spiritual inheritance of Cassius. ”

As if this was a satisfying answer, the tall floor-to-ceiling mirrors remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, the deepest and oldest voice of the two sounded again.

"The legacy of Cassius is indispensable for the Holy Grail. ”

"The Holy Grail ......"

"The Holy Grail ......"

Several floor-to-ceiling mirrors repeated the name in a low voice, and the seven slowly revealed the cold reality.

"Please do not bother with this, the Holy Grail has been lost, and we only need to follow the guidance of fate and one. ”

"I hope so. The two said in a deep voice, "The transcendents of time are already trapped in front of the mirror of the gods, and the transcendents of life are insignificant compared to the 'seeds of fate'. ”

"The Demon Emperor has not returned, where did he come from the transcendent of space. Even if he is the strongest of the transcendents, is it possible to surpass the authority of the overseer of the One?" Sanza commented coldly, "Seven, you have been in charge of this matter, and you must not go on a business trip. This is not a difficult task. ”

"Seven naturally understand. Seven said coldly, the aggressiveness of three has long been dissatisfied with all the mirror seats, if it were not for the legend that he made a great contribution and was strong in the resurrection one. I'm afraid it has long been squeezed out of the "mirror" organization.

Six spoke again: "Three, the Lord of Life." How are you going?"

"It's good. The three were silent for a moment and said, "It's not difficult to seal the remnants of the gods. I just don't want the disturbance of fate to interfere with our plans...... However, it will take some time to complete. ”

"Do you have any ideas about Grantis?"

The topic was obviously a bit abrupt, and the other five all released a little doubt and strange mental fluctuations. After a long time, Rokuza then asked:

"Can the transcendents of the world of Grant be of use to me?"

"Stupid. As soon as Liuzai's words fell, the cold voices of the three rang out, "Whether it is a transcendent in other worlds or an overseer, its power can only be used in the mother world. ”

"Then don't forget that Grantis was once part of Osiria, too!" the six were visibly annoyed by the three's tone. There is also some toughness in the voice that is rare in the "mirror" organization.

"So what?" said Sanzai, unmoved, still in a cold tone, "Since Grantis is able to have his own transcendent, it has nothing to do with Osilia anymore. ”

Liuzai's tone was still tough, "What does the Fifth Legion Commander mean by going to Grantis?

The three did not reply this time.

The old voice of the second seat sounded slowly: "This matter is not the core of our dispute...... A return still needs the help of the Sealing Stone, do you have any ideas?"

This time, it was the voice of the seven again: "There are nine sealing stones in the world, and Fried sealed one at the cost of soul destruction, and we are powerless to return to the sky." However, the sealing stones have been lost due to the resurrection of the hero. The remnant of the Illuminati, Luminos, was about to break the seal, Sarbanes-Vando destroyed the Seal Stone, and the rest were controlled by the Earth Temple, the Empire, and Grivar. The temple and the empire are divided and united, and they are in unison. It is really difficult to get the sealing stone from the other hand. And Grihua has been depressed for a long time, the internal affairs are chaotic, and I will definitely not hold on to the matter of fishing in troubled waters. ”

"What the Seven Seats said is very true. The return of one and even the great plan of the world, the hard work of the seven should not be forgotten......" The deep voices of the two sounded closely. It seemed to suppress the disgruntled snort that the three were about to make, "Then the identity of the seven is the same." The four should be held accountable for this. ”

The four, which had never emitted the slightest mental fluctuation, remained silent, except for a bright red poppy petal on its surface that twisted a few angles treacherously. The other agents seemed to show some kind of awe for the taciturn four. After a long time, the second seat let out a relieved mental fluctuation.

"Then it will be as the seven and the four wish. The two said lightly, "Finally, please remember our plan, our goal, and our faith. ”

The spiritual fluctuations of the seven spiritual agents rolled out, sending out a deafening spiritual resonance in this arc-shaped four-dimensional space.

"In the name of the mirror, it reflects the true meaning of all things in heaven and earth, the cause and effect of historical reincarnation, and the ups and downs of life...... O sin who steals the forbidden fruit, your original sin is in our burden, in our redemption, in our purification...... We welcome the return of one, the integrity of Osiria, sacrifice the seat of our souls, and be reborn in the destruction of the world and the destruction of the world......

"With faith, we are willing...... Righteousness with strength.

"Amen. ”

"Amen ......"

"Amen ......"

The spirit agent emitted the last mental fluctuations, and then gradually dissipated, melting and disappearing into this chaotic four-dimensional space.

Seven saw the others dissipate, but the second and third remained. Feeling the gaze of the two high-ranking people in the "Mirror" organization, the seven mental fluctuations with some contempt also gradually disappeared into this space.

The two tall hypercubes reflect each other's electromagnetic waves from the annihilation of the World Fragments, reflecting what appears to be a snake-shaped black and blue totem on one side, and a full moon pattern as black as ink on the other.

"Gafayette," said the two in a deep voice, "what is the matter with you?"

"The inheritance of creation is not Cassius alone," said the two who were called "Gaphaye" indifferently, "I see from the eyes of the Lord of Life that the inheritor of Lucifer is about to surface at last." ”

"Lucifer ......" the two let out a hoarse voice of surprise, "Is the original sin of life...... Yes...... Since the creation of the world, the only Lucifer inheritor has been the Demon Emperor who tore apart Osilia and Grantis...... Could it be that what we are about to usher in is not the Second War of Sainthood, but the Second War of Mythology?!"

"Who can say clearly?" said the two indifferently, "I'm not sure that this is true, but since the Dead Sea Document can be modified because of the appearance of the seed of fate, then the appearance of the Lucifer Inheritor will mean something that even the Divine Throne is unwilling to predict......

Before the words fell, the three of them disappeared, and the sighs of the two still echoed in the empty and empty four-dimensional space.

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The jungle southwest of Osiria is not an ancient and spiritual coniferous forest like the Minar Forest, nor a dense and dynamic rainforest like the Eastern Forest Sea, but a woodland that is dyed red in autumn and not very tall broad-leaved trees stacked at the right density.

From here to the south, the 5,000-metre-tall central and southern mountain systems cut off the moist clouds from the eastern forest sea, and the cold fronts from the plateau mountain systems tend to descend the slope at this time, and the warm and humid air currents collide fiercely, and the torrential rain tends to hit this broad-leaved maple forest with green grass without warning during these months.

But compared to the dry and chaotic folk of Ariante to the southeast, this is undoubtedly the best entrance for countless adventurers to explore the untouched frozen snowy regions of the south. For this reason, many villages and towns gradually appeared in the maple forests to serve explorers to the south, or to official armies or expeditions.

Against the bright backdrop of blue skies and white clouds, an adventurer-like man wrapped in a brown burqa walked slowly into the nameless town. The villagers or peers who were familiar with the adventure path immediately looked at him with some surprise, because everyone understood how difficult and dangerous it was for a person to cross the Central and South Mountains alone, and how disrespectful it was to enter the dangerous and unpredictable Nanxue region without the support of his partners.

Unless he has the qualifications to walk alone, which is often the experience gained after a thousand life and death experiences, or a powerful force that can defy the mundane. Either way, he deserves the attention of any adventurer.

And his indifferent expression and cold temperament confirm this.

Dressed in a simple cloth robe, he looked around and walked towards a hotel that looked the most elaborately decorated here. Although the simple three-story building is not luxurious, it is certainly clean and elegant, and the faint smell of wood and the smell of selling wine involuntarily diverts his attention a little. (To be continued......)