【West of the Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, White Hell】

The cave suddenly enlarged in front of him, facing a huge space, Silver Dust waved his hands, and the heart shield shot quickly forward, his pupils tightened, and the light of the heart guard instantly surged out, illuminating the entire dark cave, under the silver-white light, Silver Dust saw that in the middle of the empty cave, a familiar figure with both arms nailed to the stone pillar suddenly appeared in sight. The man had his head down, his face unclear, as if he had fallen into an eternal slumber, however, it didn't take him to see his eyebrows, and Silver Dust knew that he was Gilgamesh, whom he had been looking for for four whole years. His lower body was entangled in countless white grass silks, as if a cocoon wrapped in spider silk, and his upper body was covered with wisps of grass silk, each of which pierced his body with sharp roots, sucking his blood, so that the originally white dead grass on his lower body looked blood-red...... Silver Dust's tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and he was about to let out a cry in his throat when suddenly, a heart-pounding pain came from his ankle. He fell heavily from the stone wall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the entire cave resounded with dense screams, like the screams of thousands of insects being burned by the fire at the same time, and all he could see was the grass silk dancing like white ghosts dancing wildly, and the silver dust fell to the ground, and countless white earthworm-like monsters on the ground wrapped around him, countless cold and sharp spikes pierced into his *, and then multiplied wildly.

However, Silver Dust's expression did not look pained in the slightest, his gaze showed a kind of eternal firmness like a star, he knew that the soul power in his body was being devoured frantically, however, he still relied on the strength of the human*, step by step towards the direction of Gilgamesh. The white threads of grass tore at him harder, blocking his progress, and even each grass screamed hysterically as if it had come to life, and they instantly became thicker, sharper, more powerful...... It's all about stopping Silver Dust from getting close to Gilgamesh.

Every time he took a step forward, Yinchen's body was torn out of the sharp pain of the heart, his right hand tightly held the golden ball, countless white grass silks tried to drill into his right hand, he always held it firmly, without the slightest release, those grass silks like saws, frantically tearing and gnawing his clenched fist, the back of Yinchen's hand had already become a blur of flesh and blood, after a while, his right hand was only Sen Ran's white bones, but his fist was still clenched tightly, he clearly knew that the soul power in his body had completely disappeared, and he could no longer use the immobilizing bone spur to leave here！

His vision began to blur, and the pain in his body had become irrelevant. He didn't know that at this moment, his legs, abdomen, and waist were already blurred with flesh and blood, and they were eaten away by white grass silk, and deep bones were everywhere. His blood was gurgling out of his body, soaked in a large patch of withered grass, and looked like a brilliant red lotus flower blooming in the snow. His chest cavity had gradually been occupied by those sharp roots, and he could not breathe, as if his whole person was being pulled by an eerie ghost, and he fell towards the dark hell, and the heart shield above his head did not know when it had fallen, leaving only a faint light, illuminating the vague outline of Gilgamesh, who was almost close in front of him.

Silver Dust stretched out his hand and stretched out towards Gilgamesh inch by inch, he knew that as long as this [Golden Fountain] was buried in Gilgamesh's body, then, the golden soul mist surging out of it would definitely be able to wake him up, and with Gilgamesh's superb soul technique, even if there was only a little bit of golden soul mist, he could exert an earth-shattering effect. Silverdust's outstretched arm trembled, but it was still inches away from Gilgamesh's body, his vision blurred, his breathing gradually stopped, and various pale ghosts of his near-death began to appear in his mind.

Suddenly, he screamed on the ground on his right foot and turned out a few wrist-thick grass threads that looked like swift white vipers, wrapped around his right foot fiercely, and pulled him backwards, Silver Dust looked at Gilgamesh in front of him, his lowered face showed a sleeping appearance, looking so noble, so beautiful, like those legendary sleeping gods, without mortal love, hatred, hatred, and eternal tranquility. A burst of irresistible sadness suddenly surged in Yinchen's chest, and he couldn't help but cry at this moment, but because his chest could no longer rise and fall, he couldn't make too much noise, and his hot tears flowed on his bloody face one by one, and his whimpering sounded low and vague, like the wailing of some kind of small animal before it died: "Let me save you...... Let me save you...... Wake up, look at me! I found you......" His tears mixed with his blood, burning his eyes, he seemed to change back to his young self, he completely forgot that he was already a noble prince, for so many years, he has always regarded himself in his heart as a little apostle, he only remembers Gilgamesh in front of him, the eternal king in his heart.

Silver Dust turned his head and looked at the white grass vines that were frantically gnawing at his right foot, he gritted his teeth, and twisted his right leg with the last of his strength, "click" There was a sound of bone breaking, and he broke his right leg that was already flesh and blood from his knees, and as soon as the white grass vines were loosened, Silver Dust took advantage of his last sober will and physical strength to stretch out his right hand that was only left with white bones towards Gilgamesh's body.

In the next moment, Yinchen's eyes turned black and he lost all consciousness. In the last perception of his life, there was a shrill wind whistling all around, as if thousands of soft blades were spinning and cutting, and there were countless screams of monsters in the wind, like the gates of hell were opened, and countless undead surged out, devouring the entire heaven and earth. He felt like he had finally become one of the thousands of ghosts screaming from the undead, and he had fallen heavily into the gates of eternal hell.

【Western Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, Outside the White Hell Gate】

Kirin held the hand of the broken blade horizontally, and suddenly hung down weakly.

He let out a short, inexplicable whisper in his throat, and then his eyes looked straight ahead, looking through Zira into an endless and distant darkness, as if his soul had suddenly been stolen.

"It looks like we're almost ready to go back to Grant. Qira looked at Kirin in front of him, and he suddenly understood what had happened. The smile on the corner of his mouth became more pronounced, as if he had just finished a delicate feast.

Kirin came back to his senses from the endless daze, he turned his gaze and looked at Kira fixedly, he didn't know how to describe his feelings, he just felt that suddenly, the strange feeling coming from the knight's seal, it felt like ......

"I feel ......" Qi Ling's eyes instantly welled up with tears, his voice choked up all of a sudden, and it seemed that a large amount of blood instantly surged from the bottom of his eye sockets, dyeing his eyes red in an instant, "...... I feel that the silver dust is not ...... Dead ......"

Kira smiled and looked at Kirin in silence, as if it were a silent affirmation, and as if she was enjoying the fall of the most magnificent spectacle in the world.

"I feel...... It's like he's suddenly disappeared and gone to a far away place, and I can't feel him anymore......" Kirin looked at Kira, his young and handsome face suddenly swelled with sadness, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked like an abandoned animal, with a dazed panic. He turned around in a trance and walked towards the gates of the White Hell, not noticing that his tears were rolling out of his eyes.

He began to stumble and run, a mournful cry in his throat.

"Just let him in?" Ma Ye looked at Qi Ling's distant back, gently raised one side of his eyebrows, and turned his head to ask Qi La.

"Of course not. Hira's lips rose slightly, and he gracefully raised his hand hidden in his robe, his fingers darling through the air.

Buzz –

Buzz Buzz –

One by one, translucent golden walls of light like pieces of glass appeared in front of Qi Ling layer by layer, the walls of light were thin and sharp, like hot honey mixed with water, exuding sweet temptation in the darkness.

Layers of walls of light blocked Qi Ling's path.

However, all that remained in Kirai's mind was the sharp perception that seemed to be like a file, the huge sense of loss that seemed to have lost its support grabbed his heart like a nightmare, and all he had left was the thought of rushing towards the white hell machine.

Didn't want to lose him.

Trying to find him.

You are unique in this world. As my Lingxi, you are my concern.

Qi Ling pierced through the pale golden wall of light layer by layer, and with each layer he passed, his movements became slower.

Layer by layer, layer by layer.

Time is like a golden fallen leaf, one by one, on his body, silently accumulating a sighing grave.

Kira looked at Kirin running in the darkness as if in slow motion, tears rolling down his eyes and pulling into a narrow diamond glow in the air. The shining silver hair on his head was like a flying flag, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in amber, and thousands of shimmering strands of silver-white luster floated in the darkness as if they had no weight, flashing with dazzling light.

- Silver Dust, when will I be as powerful as you?

- When you become a prince.

- Will I have silver hair too?

- I guess so. Do you like it?

- I like it. I've always thought it was good-looking. When will I become a king?

- When I die, you can become a king.

【West of the Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, White Hell】

The light is gone.

The sound was gone.

The pain is gone.

The last thing that came to Silver Dust's mind was Gilgamesh's eternally noble and beautiful face. His sleeping demeanor, his quiet figure, became an eternal silhouette in the pupils that the silver dust gradually enlarged and finally froze—until the end, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't open them to see himself who had been saying goodbye for so many years.

"Are you awake? ”

In the dark, someone is talking to themselves. This was the last voice that appeared in Silver Dust's mind. Very familiar sound.

Lord, is that you? Are you awake?

Are you talking to me?

- Even if you can't save him, it's better to be imprisoned forever with him, or die together.

At that time, Yinchen, on the high cliff, facing the wind, smiled with tears in his eyes, and said this to the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring. His beautiful eyes, slightly curved, revealed a kind of childlike purity.

At that time, the expression on his face was not despair, not grief, not anger, not resentment.

It's a sad anticipation.

- What about Qi Zero?

Silver Dust's crooked eyes gradually softened in Lianquan's questioning, and his pupils trembled a little.

At that time, no one could read the expression on his face.

That expression, forever lost in the long river of time, is like a scroll of letters filled with long-lost ancient words, no one can read or know it anymore. (To be continued.) )