The old mage died like this, ...... uneventful. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info only the fine sand still floating in the air allows everyone who survived in the last days to remember this venerable old man. Here, dying in battle is always the final destination of a living being. Death is always an everyday topic. As Proteus told his children, "We are afraid of death, but we will not stop there." ”

Zhang Zhou, who was originally standing next to the old mage, had a complicated expression. An old man who is both friend and foe is gone...... , a great man who really had a clear hope ...... gone. Fate will always move his steps when it is irresistible. When I look back, I realize that all this has long been wrong.

However, the old man who had left alone still had many things left behind to shelter or guide the disciple he had always cared about the most.

For example, it is pain, for example, it is confused, for example, it is the reason to go on and the decision and courage to face it.

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The black horn hidden in the center of the staff by the old mage resembles a strangely shaped vaccine. When it was inserted into the boy's chest, it looked very ordinary, and it suddenly turned into a pool of dark liquid, burrowing smoothly into the body of the purple-eyed Kerr. In the blink of an eye, it brought unpredictable changes to the newborn teenager.

On the opposite side, a white crow suddenly spread its wings on the neck of the black-eyed Kerr, and gave another unsuspecting young man a strange broken dream .............

As if for a long day, in Kerr and his choice suddenly sang the hymn of "blasphemy". This is the reason why all living beings hate the god of the night. It is life as if the meteor crossed the sky, and the most brilliant thing about life is not himself, but the brilliant tail flame behind him.

The purple karmic fire flickered and flickered, as if to rely on the prayers chanted by the Kers to praise the great being. That's not the same as ability...... Fragments of memory that have been born with Kel since he was born. The twinkling-eyed boy remembered an academic term in the mage world that could well express this phenomenon. Grave remembers that once upon a time, the old mage called it the inheritance of the bloodline.

In the midst of the two singing prayers. From this moment on,...... The ruthless side is the real ruthlessness. Putting an end to the interference of the world and the chaos of the environment, this is the look that a truly ruthless person should have. There is no maturity or immaturity, no so-called concern and fetters, no emotional influence and indulgence, and there is no even need for a reason to live. Because there is no reason to die either. ...... To become stronger, and only to become stronger, is the nature of all things.

"That's the mother's choice. In the hymn, the two suddenly said in unison at the same time.

A person finds himself in memory.

A person is sublimated in his choice.

However, that person ...... , A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of both ....... -- Mother, whose gift is this? Why is it all around them, or everything about him...... It's as if it's planned, and it's upsetting.

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The people who climbed on the temple's massive pillars used sturdy stone sticks to lift a nondescript brick from the temple's ceiling, as they had come. Behind the hollow, a black and colorful world is revealed as if the outside world wants to suppress it. The halo of various colors echoes the black heaven and earth, and when viewed from the ground, it looks like a strange oil painting paved with dark tones as the background, full of imaginative possibilities.

Under the thick clouds, this sunless world is not as dark as scholars of all races imagined.

Unlike the dark sky, the spirits that hovered the earth became the new source of light and the pillar of the cold during the dark years.

They are distinct from the chaos in the clouds, but they are interdependent. Darkness and light coexist with each other in a strange way.

The collapse of the barometric circulation system created a howling wind that whipped and whined on the near-withered earth. They will blow everything high and throw the trash that has been accidentally swept up into the sky in the center of the eye of the storm. The aimless wind is mixed not only with matter, but also with the smell of chaos. They blew some of the demons that originally belonged to the earth into the sky, pulling the chaos in the clouds back towards the earth through the eye of the wind. The demons go back and forth in such an environment, forming a fragile cycle.

The mutation and disorder of the demon spirit and the fragmentation of the soul make reality begin to be affected by reality, and even change. Just like the principle of the ghost realm, the whole world is stuck between reality and spirit. In this way, the war of "disorder" is carried out in such a harsh environment. And those hateful, pathetic initiators are still doing their own thing, unleashing this great flesh mill.

Some fine sand from the weathered earth rose to Rolls's deep face. In the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, this iron-like man deservedly became the leader of everyone.

The old mage died because of his negligence,...... Who cares about him! Now, whoever has the highest voice is the boss. In the eyes of everyone, he has changed from being straightforward to Rouse, who has endured for many years and turned over in one fell swoop, but what he thinks in his heart is not so complicated.

The host said. It's time to catch the last train. The big man thought for a moment without squinting. It's like hugging his old master.,Horizontally hugging the little master who is now sleeping.。 The first one took a step and rushed into the vast dark world outside. Behind Rouse, a group of people followed him closely, towards the chaotic world and towards the path of their destiny.

Under the dark night sky, even from a distance of thousands of miles, a huge fireball was still majestic and magnificent, suddenly rising from the distant canyon. It appears to be hundreds of meters in diameter, with a devastating aura, and falls in the form of a parabola towards an unknown target. That was in the direction of St. Peter's steppe, and now it should be a scorched earth. Because, when the first huge fireball lit up the entire night sky. The uncountable "Fire Sun" followed closely behind, smashing down fiercely. They poured down and even pulled out afterimages in the eyes of people in the distance, like a huge curtain of fire mocking this fragile life.

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Dozens of minutes later, the dust settled. If it weren't for the smoke and dust rising from afar, people who were shocked by this power beyond the rules would have thought they were hallucinating. Judging by the results of the battle thousands of miles away - an entire canyon was bulldozed by the explosion of the dwarven fortress. Even human beings who are not on the battlefield can clearly feel the moaning of the earth under their feet.

This...... It's war, the real war without a trace of mercy. A war without a chance to escape, a war without forgiveness and mercy. Humanity without the protection of the city encounters such an adversary...... There is only an ending that turns to ashes. Therefore the flesh and blood have no choice but to flee. Fleeing to a place where there is no war is the only way to get rid of the clouds above you.

But where is there no war here? Therefore, cowardly people can only go on and on until the end of the world.

―――――― people will always take a seemingly ridiculous hope as their own lifeline. No, naïve. It's because there's only this straw left. The hope of persecution is always like a match burning on fire. It seems dazzling, but it often only burns for a moment. Only those clear souls can withstand the thousands of tests in the world and still maintain the yearning in their hearts.