The air has changed!?

What's wrong? It feels like a pinprick all over my body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is...... I can feel the swirl of magic...... Alves stared at the sky, all thoughts lost.

The inky night sky is draped in red and spreads out a huge hollow, and the rules are twisted and turned.

The wind and clouds surged, following the red pillar of light that lasted for an hour, flowing slowly, drawing a line that was not inferior to the morning glow counterclockwise.

Sein's eyes lit up and he blurted out, "It's finally done!"

Alves didn't look at the red pillar of light from beginning to end, and asked uneasily, "What are you talking about?"

"The second level of the Crown Prince's Trial, do you know what it is?" Sein slowly stood up, moved his muscles, and then shouldered the big axe on his shoulder, ready to act.

"I don't know!" Alvesk suppressed the thought of saving Mochado, his right eyelid kept jumping, and his eagerness was like carbon dioxide in a Coke bottle, trying to find a breakthrough to erupt.

"The Misplaced Trial, which was originally a test of the princes' life dislocation, such a magic with a changing nature belongs to the ancient magic of the Forbidden Technique, and was sealed in the underground cavern of the Temple of the Cutting Edge. Sain's face changed.

"Misalignment...... Could it be that Caesar wants to replace the Silver King?" Alves sweated wide, and his breath was short.

"Clever little Alves, it looks like you've noticed. That's right, from now on, the ruler of Pascal's empire is the Demon King. Don't do any more useless struggles, the Imperial army has been completely wiped out. Sain patted the barrel with his hand, a little hungry.

"This is impossible! The army of the Great Empire is the most powerful force in the world, and even if you use despicable means, you will not be able to completely annihilate our Imperial army. Alves' determined eyes were full of confidence, and he talked about the heroic posture of the Imperial army.

Without much reaction, Sain took out the sackcloth bundle that hung from the iron ring around his waist and took the petrified Mochado inside.

Alves was in a hurry and wanted to rush up and swing his sword to slash Sein, but he didn't expect his body to be uncontrollable, and he fell to the ground with a snort, convulsing constantly. His handsome face was pale and weak, twisted in pain.

The thin figure in the shadows thought Sean was too inkblotted, and in a snap of his fingers cast a muscle-wasting virus magic on Alves. He spoke to Theon through his mind, and especially hated the effort to speak, and found such strenuous and boring behavior.

Sain couldn't do anything about him, he didn't bother to argue with him.

However, Alves, who noticed that he had been hit, was in aggravated pain, and his previously not very bright head suddenly remembered the princes who were still participating in the trial, and gritted his teeth to endure the torture of the virus, saying that he could not fall down by saying anything.

"Give up the struggle, I like you, and if you promise to follow me, I'll let Mondo unravel your magic. Sein walked up to the man and grabbed his ass with his hand.

"Captain Theon, why are you obsessed with taking a human as your subordinate?" said Mondo, who was dark in the shade of the trees, as sharp as an insect's chirp.

"Don't be nosy, be careful that I tear you up!" Sein stopped the man with his eyes.

Alves actually sat up strongly, and the light in the room sprinkled down like a waterfall, and the picture was extremely moving...... He lay on his side on the ground, moving his weak legs with great difficulty, grabbing the sword that had fallen to the ground, and enveloping his body with magical power.

Sain was about to stretch out his right hand to pick him up, but he pounced: "Moving a long distance......?

The easternmost part of the Ishor district, on a deserted street.

Alves tried to find someone alive in the city late at night, but he walked for a long time with his aching feet, and all he saw was nothing.

He didn't know where the people who had been attracted by the red pillar of light had gone, nor did he know what the silver king's safety was.

No, you can't go to the Peak Cutting Temple...... Caesar was there! But if he didn't go there, he couldn't be sure whether the silver king was dead or alive! The more Alves thought about it, the more troubled he became, so that he didn't see his feet and fell into the nullah.

His head hit the mossy bluestone and he fainted from exhaustion!

Time passed little by little, and the sky appeared white.

The red pillar of light disappeared at some point, as if nothing had happened, as before.

The difference is that the noisy shouting and shouting can no longer be heard in the streets and alleys at dawn, and the silent air is not alive at all. The closed door of the shop was rattled by the cold wind of the early morning, and there was no one to push it open......

The dawn of dawn breaks through the sky and shines softly and warmly on this silent thousand-year-old city.

It's a pity that the empty city of Qilvaza is a scene of empty alleys, and it is no longer as lively as it used to be, only lonely fallen leaves hovering in the wind on the stone slabs of the cold streets, lamenting the decline.

Fortunately, the other cities and towns of Pascal's empire did not have such a sad situation, and it seemed that nothing had changed, but the topics of discussion had changed.

"Well, have you heard? Emperor Caesar wants to reduce taxes and open a warehouse for us to release grain. ”

"Yes, we won't have to go hungry and freeze this winter......"

It is said that Prince Vasno made another military exploit, quelled the bandit turmoil on the northern border of Saibei, restored the stability of Saibei, and rescued many slaves who were captured by bandits to do labor...... And Queen Catherine is going to select talented and beautiful girls to marry from all over the country to marry Prince Vasno. ”

"Really, if any lucky girl can get the queen's appreciation, maybe she can fly up the branch and become a phoenix......

"Lao Wang over there, why don't you hurry up and buy your daughter a few beautiful dresses, don't lose time!"

"You think too much! The door is not right, how can a noble prince look down on the girl of our common family, you don't daydream here anymore!"

"Yes...... It's not early, I have to hurry up and get to work, and I'll have a few drinks in the evening!"

"Good!"

The surface is calm, but the inner essence has already undergone a earth-shaking dislocation, not only all the civilians within the Pascal Empire think so, but even the perception between empires and empires, empires and principalities, and principalities and grand dukes around the world has also been tampered with.

There is no trace of it. There was no sign of anything spectacular, as if history had been changed. It's not a trace, it's almost perfect.

The year-round snow of the Cutting Blade Temple gradually sublimated and swirled upwards from the moment the sunlight pierced through the night, disappearing into the invisible and untouched air. In the bleak land, a hideous and vast Gobi state is exposed.

The underground caverns had long been empty, and there was nothing but the smell of blood in the air.

The mottled cave floor, where there is still the shadow of the retro engraved magic array, the only eye-catching thing is the hollowed out deep hole in the center and at the top, and the jagged faults give people a new feeling.

People go to the hole, and no one knows what happened after the misplaced trial was activated!