However, thinking that the Cross Brigade had existed six thousand years ago, how could such a large organization have survived for so long without the permission of those in power?

Harlem was still dressed in the same black clothes and black scarf as he had when they first met, with only long blue-blond hair and low-hanging dark purple eyes. Legoro still wears a simple hunting outfit, with a longbow on his back and a blindfold that blocks his vision.

"You've been waiting for a long time, so please take a break. When the morning comes, His Majesty will personally meet you. Harlem gave a gentle human salute to the crowd, then turned and gestured to them in invitation.

The vast garden seemed to have no life except for the crowd and the birds that walked through the forest. Standing here, the edge of the sacred place suspended in the air was obscured by the treetops of the foxtail pine, and the eye level of the horizon could not be seen, as if they were still on the vast plain.

Yiqiē was so silent that there was not even a single guard in the armor of the Royal Knights along the way, nor did he see the magnificent palace at the end of the sight, as if two elves full of natural breath were leading them to the depths of the dark forest. Following the silent Harlem Legoro, several of his attendants even had their hands on the hilt of their swords. Lovian's spiritual perception radiated as far as he could, but there was still nothing suspicious about it other than the woodland with no end in sight.

The monotonous sound of birdsong made Francis finally unable to resist asking before asking. Harlem suddenly flashed and stood beside everyone, and stretched out his hand in front of him to wipe it-

Suspicion turned to amazement. After the white light of the spatial magic flickered, a small but extremely delicate temple appeared on the other side of the spatial gate in front of everyone's eyes.

Platinum gold frame. The colored windows with agate brushing, the blue-gold bricks and tiles reveal the exotic scenery at the same time, but also immerse people in the beauty and illusory glitz. In the haze, the space that contrasts with the surrounding natural landscape does not seem to have been created by man, but by the creator himself.

This is very different from the holy place that Lovian saw for the first time, it has been like this from the beginning, as if this space-

"Excuse me!" Lowe moved with peace of mind, leading to the other Harlins, "Lord Haring. The Holy Land of Light, is it not to use the folding of several layers of space to expand the area of the Holy City?"

Even though her cheeks could not be seen, those bright purple eyes revealed a meaningful smile.

"As a man who once set foot on this land as an invader, don't you dare to believe your own conjectures?"

Luo Wei'an was dumbfounded, he really forgot that he had personally led his old troops to attack the Holy Land, and desperately rescued Siu and Orka in the chaotic battle.

The battle also wiped out most of the Dark Legion's strength, and the tide of the First Patriotic War was reversed. Thinking of this, Luo Wei felt mixed feelings in his heart, looking at the glorious and magnificent holy land that was not contaminated with the smoke and dust of war at all. He didn't know whether he should feel sad when he was nostalgic for the past, or he sighed at the demon civilization that was no longer glorious at this moment? Six thousand years ago, after the only emperor of the continent, the Heavenly Burial Flower Emperor, fell into the chaotic space, an unprecedented war for the hegemony of the continent began, and the war that claimed to have alarmed the gods finally ended in a complete defeat of the Dark Extreme camp led by the Demon Emperor. And as a punishment for the devastation of the living beings, the entire demon clan was imprisoned on the snow of the Edelstan Plateau, and atone for the senseless victory and defeat of the war for generations.

Legendary. There is also a Dark Holy City that belongs to the Demon Emperor, but it has long since disappeared with the fall of the Demon Emperor in that war. From then on, I can only imagine the glory that once belonged to the demon clan from the sigh between the lines.

Francis led his men into the spatial gate first, and the two Blood Moon clansmen behind Lovian looked at Lovian's back and stepped in silently. And it wasn't until there was no one else until there was no one else at the end that he looked at the silhouettes of the silent Harlem and Legoro and walked through the door of space.

"Sure enough. ”

As he had guessed, the door to space sent him into a different dimension from Francis.

By the time his feet touched the ground, Lovian found himself in a large hall. The main hall is lavishly decorated with amber-encrusted wall tiles and crystal chandeliers cast in gold. The floor is made of top-quality Lien velvet carpet, which is as soft and comfortable as stepping on the clouds.

But other than that, the hall was empty, there was no stage, tables and chairs, and on one side of the view, there was only a brand new black piano.

"Is it a bureau?" his fingers lightly touched the air around him, the intensity of the spatial fluctuations was not strong, it seemed to be just a temporary space, with his current strength, it was not difficult to shatter this space, but this was probably not the intention of the person who set the game, let alone his own style.

This time, Shinas wanted to know what was in his heart?

The light treble turns to a gentle heaviness, and this series of notes seems to be just a simple audition. But when the last note faded, a change occurred.

"Boom!!-"

The wind blew away the sacred sky outside the crystal window, and the dark tornado shattered the opulence and opulence of the place almost instantly. The howling storm tore apart the beauty around Yiqiē, and Lovian stared in horror, and although the wind howled, not a single wind or debris fell on the spotless keys and collar.

Looking up to the sky, he saw a round of red sun that seemed to be crying blood in the darkness, and against the background of the red sun, a petite figure with a golden blue coil stood in the red sun, and it seemed that it was not her who was fluttering, but the surrounding crumbling space.

Her blonde hair was still stained with blood and was still hanging like a mirror, her calm and peaceful aqua blue eyes were staring ahead, and beside her delicate little hand, who seemed to never have a chance to fight, was a flying red lotus of seven golden and blue intersects, and endless and illusory red flames swirled around her, firmly gluing the world that seemed to be about to collapse to herself.

Deep aqua blue eyes. Blonde hair as pure as a child of light, a face that only the Creator can choose...... Lowe was relieved of the huge earthquake. He even forgot where he was and what he was supposed to do.

Across from the little girl. It was a teenager of his age. Silver hair like silk, skin like snow, the same delicate countenance and deep purple eyes that only the Creator can choose. The traditional cloud clothes intertwined with gray and silver, the gorgeous silver hair that floats like a cloak behind him, and the gray silver wings that are only a few meters behind but seem to be projected in countless spaces.

"Arya and ...... Swu ......" Lovian muttered to himself, this was obviously a memory, a memory of the battle of the Royals engraved in the Holy Land-

His fingers moved for some reason, but what made him feel extremely disagreeable was the tune that he couldn't help but fall. But it is so slow and light, full of praise for the beauty of nature and life. And the tunes of the old battlefields scattered everywhere and suppressed the howling winds set off the war that lost countless lives and destroyed thousands of families!

The grief was so great that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blinding white keys in front of him were blurred. As long as he activated the familiar dark essence in his body, he would be able to break free from this memory space, but it was precisely because his memory was missing and resonated with this place, and because he had also burst out here in such a tragic battlefield that was also obliterating his life—he didn't do that.

The soothing tune continues, while the battle in the sky is brewing a concerto of red and black. "Ding Ding Dong Dong-"

A few clear and pleasant strings appeared in the unheard directions in the distance. The heavy curve that made him uncontrollably turn relaxed.

Since the beginning, the notes under his fingers have burst out in a completely different environment from the surrounding dream space, and what should have been a passionate and tragic war song has somehow traveled at such a light and slow pace. The sky was crimson and gloomy, as if reaching out could touch the hot tears of heaven. Each tearing crash of gray and red corresponds to the climax of a little piece of delightful light music.

The so-called contrast is nothing more than that.

This battle decided the fate of each of their generations. At this moment, the ruthlessness of history is presented to them. In any case, what has become an established history can no longer be changed. No matter how much the heart longs for another world line that is different from fate to bend, history still scratches the eyes of those who watch with a dry and sharp straight line.

Light music. In the frenzied battlefield, the two suddenly became harmonious when the contradiction reached the extreme. It is not the principle that the extremes of things must be opposed, but when the battle is fierce to the extreme, the changes in people's hearts are insignificant, and the so-called results of the battle are meaningless in the hearts of the warring parties, and all they pray for at this moment is the word "end". Faith, perseverance, glory, destiny...... The one who once made himself burst out of infinite combat power on the battlefield now only hopes to go elsewhere with a gentle and sad low curve.

But the melody suddenly took a turn for the worse when Lovian was a little clearer—

-- On the other hand, the battle in the air is coming to an end.

He saw a lot of qiē that he hadn't experienced back then, and found answers to many detailed questions about the past. He knew why the alliance of Orka and Siu was able to fight against Arya, who was so powerful that he once despaired, that the divine beast that had been inherited for thousands of years and accepted the fate of the Lord of the Earth was imprisoned behind the wings of the Winged Demon Twins, and the strength that fought with all his hopes and was oppressed to the limit did not matter how strong or weak it was at the beginning.

The Winged Demon Twins, who had temporarily sealed the beast and prevented him from channeling his power to Arya, didn't make it to the last point in the away game - but it wasn't necessary anymore.

The contemporary Red Lotus Falling Spear, the scarlet Hallows of the past flame red lotus pieces withered away, and Arya grabbed her chest with both hands, trying her best to suppress the chest cavity that seemed to be about to explode. The smooth blonde hair had fallen disorderly on his shoulders, red and golden blood had sprinkled on his dusty cheeks, and the gorgeous battle skirt had been torn piece by piece, and the torn edges were soaked in pale golden blood, falling down the corners of the skirt drop by drop, and a puff of pale smoke rose on the gray bricks.

The last half of the wings were cut off in the air, and the Winged Demon Twins did not support until the last moment, falling to the ground from a height of 100 meters without any buffer, and their bodies that should have been light seemed to be unusually heavy. Crashed into a huge crater in the hard ground.

- The soft, soothing notes suddenly became faster as the battle ended, and Lovian wondered if it was a knee-jerk action in his head or if someone had interfered with the dream space without permission. However, with his strength, no one should be able to do the second point without alarming him. Let his fingertips pulsate with laws of action that he cannot comprehend. He stared at his own clear reflection on the keys, and a qiē unknown to him was gradually unfolding in the perception of his mental tentacles.

The Winged Demon Twins, who could not maintain their combined state, separated in the dim gray light, and Siwu, who had endured most of the attacks, was no longer even conscious, but the cloud suits of the two demons were unusually complete, and they could hardly see a bit of tearing. Soon, however, gray-red blood seeped through the thick fabric and spread at a terrifying rate.

Siu lay on Orka's lap, his pupils dilated and he stared at the sky. Orka still had the last of her strength, and she looked at Arya who staggered to the ground with her indifferent and unwavering eyes. Reaching out and holding Swu's head in his arms.

Seven crimson lotus flowers returned to Arya's hand, hovering beside her into a slender red spear. She only changed from the confused expression in the previous battle to absolute at this moment, and she slowly walked step by step towards the Winged Demon Twins who were hugging each other with her head bowed and her eyes tightly closed, and the angle of the Red Lotus Falling Spear beside her was changing.

-- The high-pitched pitch stretches infinitely like a loud bang when the sound barrier is breached, and it seems that the highest note of the violin scrapes against the fragile eardrums in the infinite friction of the bow. There is no proper pitch, only maddening treble at the edge of the limit of the hearing range.

- Lovian suddenly felt an unusually frightened sense of what was about to happen, like the unjustified grief at the beginning. For some reason, he didn't want to continue to fill the history that had already been settled in the future, like the memories he wanted to discard in the past, but his drug-like morbid attachment made him unable to retract the spiritual tentacles that extended the past.

"Ahh ”

Distant voices reached the present world, and the illusion was thin. It seems that the slightest touch can reduce it to pieces.

Arya suddenly stopped, frowning at her beautiful eyebrows. A faint sound of shattering suddenly came from the distance behind him, and the fluctuations of the space came, and the light of the pole smiled slightly bitterly. Exhaling a breath, she felt that it was the seal that the divine beast "Yuan" had finally broken free.

Orka buried her head in Swu's silver hair and remained silent. His eyes were closed, and he still seemed to be reduced to two stone statues.

“...... How to ......"

Maybe she's catching something unusual. But in the end, the root cause was not found.

She took another half step forward.

“...... I. ”

The aqua blue eyes slowly widened, and the Red Lotus Falling Spear fell to the ground with a "clang" as if it had lost its soul. The girl lowered her head a little stiffly. I saw a string of rusty cold chains, and I didn't know when it pierced my chest.

The heart was pierced with precision, and she could feel the helplessness and pain of every time it struggled and jumped. Crystal clear pale golden beads of blood fell from the tip of the chain, and the girl smiled indescribably and cried.

Orka opened his eyes slightly, staring a little blankly at the faint chains that pierced through a black spatial rift behind Arya, and then closed his eyes again.

The girl knelt on the rough tiles and rubbed her eyes, choking silently, tears mixed in the dust and darkened her beautiful face. The divine beast that struggled out from behind it let out a desperate and angry scream, and its huge wings spread desperately, flying towards the fragile girl with all its might.

"Arya!!—"

The increasingly pale girl grasped the tip of the chain with both hands, and the darkness behind her seemed to sense something, and the stiff chain suddenly tightened, instantly dragging the light and delicate girl to the ground.

--Luo Wei'an desperately raised his hands and blocked his ears, and he didn't want to listen to the dream behind him-

"Ahh

The gold mercilessly pierced through the spatial crack, and after the tiny spatial crack, several indescribable strange noises were heard, and a large cloud of dim air gushed out of the spatial crack that had not yet fully healed, and then froze.

The chains that had pierced the girl's heart turned into particles of light and vanished, and the beast came in the howling wind and lifted Arya with its long wide wings.

In the white light, the girl's broken dress returned to its original condition, and even the piercing wound on her chest was restored, and within a few seconds, the girl regained the majesty that had once been the light of Osiria.

But the girl's life also came to an end because of the final blow. She stared blankly at the clear night sky and slowly raised her hand to grab something. The divine beast, which understood her thoughts, closed its eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and huge teardrops fell beside the girl, wetting a large area of land.

Perhaps having lost her last sense of self, Arya reached out to the sky, but only halfway through it.

The slender arm fell weakly, and the distant night sky seemed to burst into a low, continuous wail at the same time in the extreme distance. It was clearly a clear sky, but a sparse light rain fell at this moment.

Orka looked up, and the raindrops fell on the corners of her mouth, and the taste was salty.

The clamor of elegy and war rang out in the distance, and a dull roar rang out on the other side of the spatial barrier. Someone had finally come to this point, just a step away from the core of the Holy Land.

Lovian let go of his hands abruptly, and his fingers jumped again to a low, rapid sound on the keys. He knew that on the other side, he had single-handedly penetrated several layers of enemy formations of the Knights, and the person who finally arrived here was himself five hundred years ago.

He didn't know how he would evaluate himself now.

-- "Ding Ding Dong Dong"--

The rapid sound of the harp took over Lovian's tone, and the spasmodic fingers finally broke free from the restraints of their subconscious. He stayed on the piano bench, and he didn't see himself at that time in the end, and he was somewhat glad in his heart.

There was a pause in the surroundings, and then the resolution was rapidly decreasing, and only the sound of a harp not far away was still clear. But at the same time, the increasingly rapid sound also seemed to lose its owner's own control, and the surrounding landscape quickly disappeared in the gray vortex of history.

"I'm out of this dream space, ......"

He didn't know if he should be grateful to the creator of this space, and this passive acceptance of the past may not be a bad thing. Otherwise, he would never have dared to believe that he had dared to look at this part of the past with his perseverance from beginning to end.

"Smack!-"

This was the sound of the strings breaking, and Luo Weian was startled, and in the discordant sound of the broken strings, the gray fog around him fluctuated a few times in an instant, and then dispersed and became clear.

The sound stopped, and he realized that he was standing in a glade in the middle of a wood, the fresh air that made his consciousness a little clearer. Lovian twisted his stiff neck, realizing that there was no piano in front of him, and his aching limbs showed that he had been standing in this position for a long time.

"Sure enough, it's a dream space. He smiled wryly, and then was stunned when he saw the man caressing the strings.

"Is that you?"

Mercedes wears an angular black suit, long light blonde hair tied back tightly behind his head, and a pair of rimless glasses. If he was still a little familiar with her, Luo Weian probably wouldn't immediately recognize this as the current Golden Cherry Blossom Elf King. (To be continued......)