"What a nuisance, them. ”

Lovian lay on the hard bed, holding out his hand to the overhead lamp, the dignity ring on his middle finger shimmering a brilliant purple glow in the white magical light.

"I'm in trouble too!" he smiled self-deprecatingly, moving his fingers, and the face of the ring in the artificial light suddenly shimmered a deep blue luster in the refraction, "If you were here, you wouldn't have let me call the blood totem at that time, would you?—but who knows, if you were still my former lieutenant, you wouldn't have stopped me, now, alas...... It's already a boat, there's no way-"

"Daddy?"

Luo Wei'an had already felt Xue Mo standing outside his door in the mental tentacles of wandering around, in fact, for this little demon girl who was a little willful but still knew how to deceive him and Masterma with good manners, he had always had a real determination that even he didn't know if he was the right father.

"The door is unlocked, come in. ”

Xue Mo naturally didn't push open the door because of this sentence, her question just now was completely because she had pushed open the door and heard Luo Wei'an talking to herself.

"You're not cultivating, aren't you?" Xue Mo sat beside Luo Wei'an, blocking his eyes, "Dad......, what did you do that night? Blood resonance?"

Lovian didn't take her hand off his eyes either, and he actually couldn't find a suitable way to refuse her for this daughter who was going to follow him and Ian to the South for a "tour" anyway.

"What is Ian doing?"

"Hmm, Sister Ai'an, of course she's practicing, or she's messing with her weird axe. ”

Lovian raised a hand. Draw a stroke in the void above them, and the tiny crystals of the demon's blood are left in the air. The pattern of the red moon ring was formed that was exactly the same as the principle of the blood moon totem that appeared over Lovian that day.

Xue Mo cautiously reached over her hand and gently passed through the Blood Moon Totem, which didn't look like a material being. A strange tremor sensation spread from her fingertips to her entire body.

"Really," Xue Mo blinked and brushed the totem the size of a palm until she finally broke it up completely, "Dad hasn't said what to do, Sister Ai'an is also curious!"

"It's a nuisance. Luo Wei'an removed the fingers that Xuemo was covering his eyes, "Go back and talk to your mother about it, now you don't have to worry about it." Remember what you promised to come with me? If you don't obey, I won't take you to Sky City in the future!"

Xue Mo looked at Luo Wei'an, who had a straight face, and immediately became flustered. Jumping back half a step, he quickly nodded and said, "I know, I know, I won't ask in the future...... But you must promise to take me to the city in the sky, and besides, Daddy, after you have met your old friend, you will take me for a walk around the north before going home!"

Luo Weian sat up and held his chin, "When did you dare to talk to me about the conditions? Go back to sleep!"

Looking at the snow foam that slipped out, Lovian let out a sigh and lay back on the bed.

"It's really an evil sect, I should be the only supreme bloodline in the world, right? Why can't she feel suppressed? Her blood is the blood of ordinary demons - this is not scientific!"

Come to think of it. Lovian recalls the physical examination he performed on Xuemo when he was using the Dual-Bloodline Healing Technique to shape the talents of his students. It's true that she is an authentic Blood Moon Clan, but the bones behind her do not conform to the structure of the Demon Clan's wings, or even the slender and tight bone arrangement. It's more like the physical characteristics of the elves.

She was...... She was a demon girl sent by Harlem, one of the leaders of the Cross Brigade, and was she really just an ordinary demon girl as Haring said? Since he met Harlem at the Cross Brigade stronghold in Kotsol, he had never met this mysterious elven hermit and Legoro of the same identity. In several subsequent clashes with the Crusader Brigades. She and Legolo, who could be used as a powerful combat support, never appeared.

Every time a brigade commander appears with the headquarters of the Cross Brigade, there are always a fixed number of brigade commanders. Does this mean that the Crusader Brigade was not under the full control of the Lordship as he had imagined, and judging from the fact that Lilin could have betrayed Halmaniya on that occasion. It is quite possible that some of the brigade commanders in the Crusader Brigade did not obey the orders of the General Seat at all.

Although since his time, the Crusader Brigade has existed. But that's all he knew so far. Even the knowledge of the Crusader Brigade in the new era is far beyond the understanding of the Crusader Brigade during the Patriotic War.

What if they were using it as a tool of oversight or threat? It was not impossible, no one could have judged the actions of the Cross Brigade with precision. But if this is really the case, there is nothing Luo Wei can do, Xue Mo and their relationship has been fully established, if one day they really use any means to threaten Xue Mo to force him to do something, then he and even the entire Black Wing related to it will fall into a very dangerous passivity.

But whether it is the examination of physical or mental space, she is still like every child of this age, natural and straightforward, without the slightest stain of being stained by the darkness of this world.

"Impulse is the devil's ......" Lovian pulled the sheet over and muttered, Ai'an in the other room next door had already fallen asleep, and Xue Mo was in a trance reading a thick fairy tale book in his hand, and he was still thinking about how to arrange the largest remnant of the demon race in the south - Orka's mouth about the upcoming complete purge of the Earth Temple and the Grivar Empire did not say that it did not include the 200,000 men, women, and children.

"Orka......" he sighed, pulling out a folded piece of cardboard-like from under his pillow, and when it unfolded, a thin layer of tiny three-dimensional circle modules floated on the paper. Judging from the five dim dots of light in the upper right corner, there is no signal at all.

Well, the signal. It's a new term that refers to the intensity of the magical fluctuations that propagate through the air captured by the three-dimensional circle. There is no signal. It means that there are no elemental fluctuations around that are enough to have a remote conversation, and of course, it is impossible to wirelessly and directly have a real-time conversation with another such simple communication circle in the distance.

"Xiaoxue is really amazing. Lovian closed the paper. He pulled out another piece of stationery from the other side.

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Ai An had never been here, and even in her unforgotten memories of the past, she still didn't have much memory of the South Central Mountains. At best, he only knew that the Sixth Legion Commander Ban Leon, who was born in the human race, came from a lost kingdom behind this vast snow-capped mountain.

The thousands of meters high snow-capped mountains blocked Ai'an's view, which was completely different from the Heavenly Wolf Mountain Range. There it is the wildness of nature that is revealed, and here it is the majesty of silence that suppresses the life of a qiē trying to overturn it.

With difficulty, Ai Nian took his gaze away from the pale color of the mountains and landed on the demon father and daughter standing at the front. Maha sat on the blade of the axe with his arms in his arms and began to beat his master again.

"Huh, the master won't take a fancy to this supervillain, will he......? Your taste is really special—ah!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ian pulled Maha out of the shattered stone and placed it beside him as he was. Dressed in a rich white leopard skin cloak and a sable shawl. Coupled with a top-level battle axe with a machine spirit, Ai'an, who was standing at the foot of the snowy mountain at this moment, really had a bit of the arrogant appearance of the god of war in Luo Wei'an's memory - as long as the silly naïve aura on her face was replaced, it would be perfect.

In comparison, Lovian and Semirea, who stood at the front and wore identical black winter suits, looked more like the two servants of the White Wolf King.

"You two take this. Lovian turned and pulled out two letters from inside his clothes, "One goes directly to Evan, and the other is covered with Francis's offset stamp, with this side of the Black Wings will not suspect you." I may not be able to come back in a few days, but not more than a week. If it's a week—impossible, I'll be back to South Black Wings in a week. If the Temple of the Earth moves towards Grivar during this time, according to the letter I wrote. They're going to do something. If they ask you to do something, listen to them if it is reasonable, but remember that they are not qualified to command you. Lovian said one last glance at Ion.

Ian nodded very seriously. The hand holding Xue Mo opened a barrier of fighting energy, blocking the increasingly violent wind and snow.

"Then I'll go first, nothing dangerous. Come back soon. Lovian waved at the two men and spread his wings. In the white and gray sky, it penetrated into the layers of the Central and South Mountains.

"Let's go. ”

A few days ago, Swift Xiaqi's extremely arrogant visit had clearly left a psychological shadow of shame on these guards, although it had been heard that this famous genius melee mage seemed to have an enviable relationship with their leader, Mr. Evan. But these things do not help to relieve the resentment in their hearts.

Ai'an, who was standing in the snow, was the complete opposite of the enthusiastic Xia Qi, and it seemed that standing in front of each guard was a statue of ice, and there was not much heat that belonged to a human being. Although the left hand that had been pulling her without holding the axe was a completely harmless little girl, the battle axe, which was half a square meter in size, still exuded a rather formidable aura.

"Hey, drop your arms!"

Ai Blinked, took off the hood of his cloak, and tossed Maha at his feet.

The guards obviously didn't expect that she had actually thrown away her weapon, and that the visitor was actually a woman. The familiar fire ignited their self-esteem at once, and after a few random "take it!" was indiscriminately shouted, and the colorful fighting spirit that exploded a large snowflake had already arrived.

"Eh, eh, you say that you have no martial virtues!" Ai An shouted in the snowflakes, and as soon as he grabbed his hand in the air, the snowflakes immediately retracted and solidified into sharp ice edges in the absolute ice attribute fighting qi, and possessed terrifying strength in the low temperature. Without the spawning of the fighting spirit, Ai'an's continuous clicks broke the dynamic balance of the fighting spirit in the air. The impact of the fighting qi that had lost its support scattered in all directions, splashing more snowflake fragments.

"Ahem!--Sister Ai'an!-"

"Oh, little Nizi can't stand it, right...... Well, master, where have you gone? Is the little girl in your hands?"

"It's a big deal!---Mr. Lovean's daughter, Ion, must not make a mistake!--hey!-" Ion threw away the coldness in her hand. Grabbing Maha lying in a snowdrift, the huge axe blade drew a beautiful arc around her. While dispersing the snowflakes that obscured the sight of the surrounding area, he swept the oncoming guards to the ground.

Who would have thought that such a natural girl would choose such a fierce martial arts style?

"Stop, stop, don't fight. Ian and Xiaoxue are here to deliver something!" "Ian wiped the snow off Xuemo's face, revealing her unhappy expression, and quickly shook the letter that Lovian had given him with Francis offset printing.

The dizzy guards looked at Ai and Xuemo, who were not at all hostile, and finally put down their weapons. The captain of the guard walked up to the two men and looked at the offset print carefully.

"My lord is on top—this is Lord Orca's seal!—oh? No, is it Mr. Francis's? Ah, the rumors are true, Mr. Francis has become the chief of the Black Wings!"

Xue Mo stared back and forth at the captain of the guard who was trying to find the flaw in the forgery from the seal, and Ai Yan stammered, "-That." Can we go in? We can't just stand outside all the time, can we?...... It's so cold, not only do you not declare your name before the duel, but you also come to fight me together, what a barbaric battle mode...... Hey, are you listening to me?—"

Twenty minutes later, in the upscale private room of the Black Wings Cafeteria, Evan sat opposite Ian and Xuemo in his pajamas with an ice towel on his forehead.

The first hangover left him with such a severe headache that Evan often wondered with horror whether such annoying pain would stay with him for the rest of his life. In such a bad mood, he didn't have much thought to decorate his appearance, so he appeared in front of them with such a picture of swollen eyes and a decadent aura all over his body.

"This. So young. Taking advantage of Evan's free time to change towels, Ian whispered to Xuemo's ear.

"Xue Mo still likes things like puppeteers. Xue Mo glanced at Ian, and continued to sit in the chair in the standard sitting position of the elves, occasionally snickering at the helpless glances of the servants not far away at their masters.

"Francis, Francis......" Evan unfolded the letter with one hand and held his forehead with the other. "Miller, what do you think?"

Ai An and Xue Mo were both startled, and from the invisible air behind Evan suddenly emerged a boy who was not much more than Xue Mo beating. But the vertical golden pupils and a pair of blue and gold horns emerging from the forehead proved that this was not a human being.

"Evan said Francis said of the contract dragon?"

"How so?"

"Ouch, he's in human form. Don't you see it, Sister Ian?"

Miller glanced at Evan speechlessly and said, "Black Wing." It's better to have a co-owner. Mr. Francis, as one of our only remaining cadres, is at least much richer than you, the master, though he lacks qualifications. And judging from the letter, the North Black Wings are unified and unprecedented...... We'd better learn from someone. ”

"Hane Selinka. Evan replied to Millet in Elven language, turning to the two who were staring blankly at Evan, "Actually, there is nothing important, but here I still want to ask the two young ladies a little thing - for example, what Francis's teacher Mr. Lovian said about what is about to happen to Grev, and ask us to use our own power to save the demons, do you turn a blind eye to Grevard's human citizens?"

Xuemo pulled her face and stared at Evan and said, "Read the letter." ”

Evan was stunned and glanced down a few times, "Oh oh oh, that's what I mean, I hope to take this opportunity to expand the scale of the Black Wings...... I'm sorry, I've had a terrible headache these days - by the way, I'd like to know how to leave the South Central Mountains and join the Black Wings of the North as soon as possible, and try to break the blockade of the Frontier Guards of the Holy Land around the Minar Forest...... Why is that?"

"Read the letter. ”

"Uh......" Evan blushed and lowered his head to look at it a few more times, "Ahh

"Daddy won't show me. Xue Mo pouted and said, "I just watched the trajectory of my father's pen in the air when I was writing in the crack of the door, isn't this trajectory a mirror image of the text? ”

Evan, Millet, and Aian all looked at Snow Foam with a blank stare.

"Huh, you're so weird, can't you?"

When Xuemo turned her head, her eyes were completely opposite to those of Evan who had been reading the letter with his head down, and through those dark blue eyes, a strange light was reflected in the depths of Xuemo's mental space. In an instant, a pale golden mist surged into her spiritual sea, causing her consciousness to drift for a moment.

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Late at night.

Evan sat alone on his bed, figuring in his hands the offset print of Francis that he had taken from the letter.

Although he chose Francis as his competitive goal at the beginning, the fact still tells him that Francis has always gone further than him. This may not be because of the ability of the two people, but because of the different histories of the two people in the past. The difference in history has brought about two people with completely different destinies, maybe their direction is parallel to the tangent somewhere, but in the future, their direction will still be different.

What is their goal? This should be no different from Francis, after Grimmel's betrayal of the Black Wings, their current goal is to restore the Black Wings to their former glory and strength. Francis's actions undoubtedly proved that he was a good chief, and at that juncture, he resolutely chose to use his immature shoulders to bear the cost of tens of thousands of lives and the crystallization of Black Wings technology, he must not be the Evan Pam of the past, but what is the ultimate goal of a stronger self with new experience? Now that he already has such strength, what awaits him in the future will never be a Francis who will always stand above him, but a new height in a different direction after the parallel line of the tangent of fate.

"It takes war to change!" he sighed, canceled his boring thoughts, and prepared for bed.

"Is war a sufficient condition for change?"

The ethereal sound suddenly pierced the wall and his eardrums, directly reverberating in his spiritual sea.

Evan had already raised the dragon wing staff in his hand before he panicked for a moment, and every active magic element in this space obeyed his call, and a brilliant colored light lit up at the head of the staff.

Then his heart sank.

The contract that resonated directly with his soul could not transmit the fluctuations of his mind to Millet in the other room, and the message calling for the guards could not penetrate the walls of his bedroom.

The soul contract was invalidated, a situation he had never encountered. And the blocking of the soul contract has already shown that the strength of the comer is far beyond his understanding.

"Excuse me, is it Miss Semirea?"

The voice is a little more unreal and unreal, but the essence of the voice is still the crisp timbre of the snow foam seen during the day.

How could it be? A few drops of cold sweat dripped down her sideburns, and the small and delicate demon girl she had seen during the day didn't have the slightest power fluctuation at all! Could it be that her strength was the legendary fifth-level?! Maybe the power of touching the law could ignore the keen perception released by the resonance of his soul with Mi Le.

The wall of the bedroom in front of him melted strangely - it was a real melt, the interaction force of each elemental particle with the surrounding particles failed, and the wall that had lost its force field slid loosely under the force of gravity. Semiria's tiny body fluttered through the hollow where the wall elemental had slipped and stood in front of Evan's bed. (To be continued......)