We have said before that there are no exactly the same leaves in this world, and there are no exactly the same mages. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info wants to embark on a path of continuous progress, and every truly outstanding mage will choose a proposition that is unique to him when he embarks on this path, and that has always accompanied him.

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"Mentor...... Kerr smiled.

"What's the matter?"

"You're so lucky. ”

"Thank you. ”

“......”

This is the first time Kerr wants to curse.

...... A big ghost is not scary, but what is scary is that it will always be this dark and desperate world.

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An endless ocean of blue, with a blue halo. It was like the top of the vast sky, suddenly hanging upside down above everyone's head. Everyone had adapted to the dark vision, and at this moment, every corner was filled with incredible light.

It was as if the world had suddenly changed its original appearance, subversively changing, as if the founding goddess had led the beings seeking fire in the darkness to this sea-blue paradise. Layers of water curtains of the Scatterer's brilliance seemed to appear out of thin air all around, and thus surrounded the ignorant crowd.

But there will be no rushing tsunamis in heaven, nor will there be howling winds.

In this hidden underground temple, countless droplets of water broke away from the gravitational pull of the earth and gathered together from the shattered crystals, subverting all perceptions of physics in a way that did not seem to be normal, and gradually enveloped all those who awakened it.

The upside-down ocean, the real ocean...... , the azure waters, the salty sea breeze, and even the surging of seemingly turbulent tides.

However, Kerr solemnly raised his head and looked at the dreamlike scene hanging above. Even if all this is realistic, but when all the scenes are scaled down by tens or hundreds of times. No matter who you are, there will be a hint of hesitation,...... Or funny.

Everything in front of me is like a dynamic blue oil painting,...... The tide that seems to be more than a few tens of meters high, the storm roaring in the sky, and the turbulent ups and downs on the sea surface are not as good as the splash of a naughty boy jumping into the stream in the eyes of everyone. Even though everything was only a few meters away from them, the people in this realm felt that they were looking down on the sky over the distant sea, everything that had happened in the past.

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In the interior of the original temple, a few real droplets of water suddenly fell uncontrollably and slowly fell on the shocked faces of the old mage and the old men.

Kerr on the side looked at these "strong men" who had gone through countless ups and downs with some complexity.

From the hearts of these old people, who were even forced by their teachers to sign conditional contracts, Kerr felt for the first time in the depths of their souls the shock and pain that they had never felt before.

The waves above the people seemed to be a little more manic, and after a few washes by the waves, they finally blew away a lighthouse that seemed to have been standing on the coastline for a long time, only to the isolated island below...... Leaving behind a trail of ruins. It was vague as if only a lonely stone monument remained, still holding on there.

"The End of the World...... "An old man with an incredulous face, trembling with his fingers that were so old that only skin and bones remained, pointed directly at the water curtain world that suddenly appeared above his head. (End of the World...... , the seaside of Elpis, is one of the most stormy seas in the world. ）

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It's a real world, and no amount of inconceivable can change the theorem that a half world is formed.

-- When the faith is strong enough, when the spirit is single enough, in the eyes of those spirit creatures...... The material world is the projection of the spirit. This is the ghost realm, this is a ghost, and hundreds of people mourn the immortality of their dead homeland. The behemoth belief was miraculously fused together under the tide of the demon spirit, and became the most basic module needed for the formation of a ghost. And when there are crystals overflowing with energy around it, fill it with color. And so the ghost was formed.

The so-called ghost is a single individual and a group, and their unreasonable existence is the most profound embodiment of the turning point of fate in the deepest memory of living beings. Some ghosts are humanoid, some are objects, and some may even be a small grain of sand at their feet. But at the end of the day, it was a message that was crucial to it. And this ocean that crosses time and space must be the last picture of people leaving their hometown thirty years ago. And here with the soul of another human being, it merges together to form the Sto.

Spirits are powerful, but they are fragile, and those who face them only need to find the knot that keeps these lonely souls still haunting reality to rethrow this wonderful natural phenomenon into the embrace of heaven and earth.

However, this only refers to the pre-Dark Calendar years.

As for the after...... ，

The images above everyone's heads began to become chaotic and blurry as time passed, and the blue sea gradually became dark and dull as the ubiquitous chaotic spirits in the air infected. A newly awakened obsession has not yet conveyed the last belief it wants to express, and it is torn apart by this cruel world.

Chaos - the most terrible plague for spirit creatures, a ghost has been assimilated into a roaring and illogical concept by the world. What he has is no longer obsession, but the epitome of the despair of hundreds of billions of dead beings in this world.

The sea-blue world is like a water tank around the painter, polluted by a myriad of complex pigments, so that in the end, only pure black remains.

Now, there's no trick to it, just kill it.

The blazing purple flame jumped and flickered in the young man's left eye, and under the black eyes, there was kindness, and another kind of sadness.

"Come on...... Come... Let me kill you with my own hands!" the boy holding the two scythes tightly looked at the noisy ghost above him with some sorrow. Two pairs of pitch-black horns grew from the top of Kerr's head and gradually extended and intertwined, like a mournful elegy, playing a parting song for this desperate and dark world.

The ocean hanging above everyone's heads turned into a black cage in the blink of an eye, and suddenly pressed down on the creatures beneath them, bringing with them a burst of dying wails.

Suddenly, an aqua blue world suddenly bloomed in the middle of this world, blocking the ghost's progress. Exactly the same small island, small lighthouse, rushing ocean. It's like a reappearance of the ghost realm just now, a perfectly copied mold.

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But this is not a parody.

It's a choice, a choice chosen by Kelle for its past. This is the proposition that will accompany the teenager all his life, - choice.

This is a mixture of Kerr's remorse for the past, and the crystallization of confusion is Kerr's repentance for the past. And now, it will also become its own driving force.

...... Compulsively make a "choice" for others or for oneself, at a turning point in the fate of one's life, or for one's most memorable moment. And at the same time, this change is projected into reality. And the strength of this change...... It depends on the caster's strength and the caster's obsession with the transformation.

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Choose one of the three propositions, the choice of the past.