[4 years ago]

【West Aslan Empire, Abyss Corridor, North Forest】

Gilgamesh emerged from the air, and the pawn had already taken him from a distance directly over the vast mountain-like forgiveness to a place closer to the edge of the North Forest, or more precisely, closer to the pinnacle of the Yas Blue Soul Beast, which had no obvious intention of joining the battle at the moment, Freedom.

Gilgamesh turned his head and saw a transparent ripple in the air, and the black robe of Gilgamesh conjured out of the air. He was silent and did not speak, and walked straight to the mountain wall next to him, he stretched out his hand, and a brand new ice crystal lotus flower quietly bloomed there.

Chira raised her hand and gently pressed her ribs. He waited for Gilgamesh to envelop them in a transparent crystal ball.

However, Gilgamesh just looked at him, smiling faintly, without any movement.

Zila looked at Gilgamesh silently, waiting, and finally, the light in his eyes went out, like a lamp being extinguished by rain, and his eyes turned slightly red.

"If you feel anything is wrong, don't be impulsive, this piece will take you back. Zila looked up at Gilgames, waited for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to speak. A very simple sentence, but to him, it seemed as painful as cutting off one of his own arms.

Gilgamesh's face softened, and he whispered, "Don't worry about me, you can go back quickly." They need you, freedom is very sensitive to changes in soul power, and it is not a happy thing for the two of us to appear at the same time. After speaking, he paused, and his tone changed slightly, "You're here, I'm more dangerous, aren't I?"

Zira looked at Gilgamesh, didn't say anything, reached out to touch the crystal ice lotus, he choked slightly, and left the last sentence: "You take care." ”

Gilgamesh watched as Chira's figure disappeared again, then turned and slowly walked towards the canyon in front of him.

His smile was still as warm as the rainbow glow of a spring day, and his steps were slow and composed, feeling like a leisurely walk in his own garden, but in fact, with each step of the way, Gilgamesh was precisely and subtly adjusting his body posture, and at the same time, he was carefully mobilizing his soul power little by little with an imperceptible magnitude.

After taking a dozen steps, he caught the looming soul power coming from ahead in the air.

It was a free soul power from a semi-sleeping state, and it was obviously a deliberately hidden soul power, and the intensity was extremely small, as if someone was breathing weakly in the dim forest thousands of kilometers away—except for Treya, ordinary princes couldn't perceive it at all. However, Gilgamesh smiled, frowned, and smiled a little wryly, as if to say to himself: "This is a bit of a problem." ”

Because, the few strands of soul power that he had just captured floating in the air were as faint as spider silk and difficult to find, and their purity completely exceeded his expectations, just like the purest liquid golden thread, transmitted from far and near in the air at an absolutely uniform speed. This kind of control of soul power is a bit like ......

"It's kind of like me......" Gilgamesh chuckled, "It's hard to imagine what it would be like if you were fully awake......"

One of Gilgamesh's feet suddenly stopped in the air, his feet dangling in the air, and he didn't step on them for a long time.

At this moment, in the soil under his feet, small bunches of crystal ice flowers gently bloomed like broken buds, and one after another small ice flowers opened slowly and lightly, condensing a silver-white shining thin line in front of him.

He understood that it was a silent warning from freedom.

"Death to those who cross the line. ”

Gilgamesh retracted his dangling feet and stood still and did not move on.

He stopped behind the ice line, raised his head, and looked ahead.

The place where I am at this moment is the narrowest part of the valley, and if you continue to go forward, you will enter the mouth of the pot, and it will become wider and wider as if you were going deep into the belly of the valley. The vision suddenly opens up in front of you, and on the endless snowfield, countless towering trees towered into the sky, as if the stout spruce, red pine, and cold pine that have survived for hundreds or thousands of years...... Coniferous trees unique to the far north have sprung up from the ground. Thick clouds of snow were piled up on the staggered canopy branches, like a soft white quilt in mid-air. There was a heavy silence in the air, with the occasional sporadic snowflakes falling from the cracks in the canopy with a halo of light, and fluttering slowly like feathers between the trees.

Gilgamesh smiled, bent down slightly, and looked up into the depths of the forest, the smile on his lips like a thin ice that would melt in an instant. His pupils tightened, and the golden carvings on his body appeared, and then they flashed again, lit up like gentle fireflies and quickly extinguished.

A wisp of soul power, which was equally weak and indiscernible, spread out from his body, spreading like ripples towards the depths of the forest at a uniform speed. This is also a stream of pure soul power like liquid gold, from another peak of the soul art world in this country.

Gilgamesh knew in his heart that as two opposing forces of almost the same level, the slightest carelessness would trigger a catastrophe with incalculable consequences. He stood quietly in place, neither humble nor arrogant, he maintained a polite posture, while the domineering spirit of the king on his body still enveloped him like a halo.

The soul power he exuded was a response to his freedom, or rather, a proof of strength. In a polite but at the same time fearless, he made his intentions clear to Freedom - "I am not here to declare war, but I am not afraid, and you can judge whether to fight me or not according to my soul power." ”

Time passed in such an almost frozen confrontation, and Gilgamesh seemed to stand still in time except for the occasional wind blowing his golden hair.

"Hum—"

"Hum—"

Finally.

Softly, slowly, there were a few faint string sounds like butterflies flapping their wings in the air.

Gilgamesh lifted his lowered eyes, his golden eyelashes shimmering in the light with a feather-like softness, and his smile was gentle and noble.

He looked at the number one soul beast in the history of Aslan, Freedom, who was slowly walking towards him in front of him.

It stopped on the trunk of a huge red pine tree that fell horizontally a few meters away from itself, and a few rays of light fell vertically from the sky, casting a few wandering spots of light on its small body, and its whole body was snow-white like silver filament, lined with the white snow around it, and it looked so pure that there was no trace of impurities.

A small and gentle cat was lying on its thick brown trunk at the moment, looking gently at Gilgamesh with its tame and well-behaved ice-blue eyes.

It looked at the man in front of it silently for a moment, then stood up, stretched, and walked slowly towards Gilgamesh with extremely light steps, its pupils so clear that it seemed to be carved from the most beautiful sapphire in the world. Its face is exactly like that of a cat, but for some reason, it looks a bit like a deer and a little like a dragon...... It had been looking at Gilgamesh steadily, its eyes wet, its big ice-blue eyes looking tame and sweet, like a mischievous pet walking coquettishly towards its master.

However, Gilgamesh knew that as it approached itself step by step, it had been repeatedly measuring and evaluating its soul power, but because their soul power was like a bottomless ocean, it kept getting closer, but it still did not measure the accurate upper limit, so it continued to approach without any action. As long as there is a brief moment, a moment of lightning and fire, if Freedom can be sure that Gilgamesh's soul power is lower than his own, he believes that Freedom will definitely launch an instantaneous and deadly attack, and the damage of the explosion in an instant is definitely enough to harvest his life in a second.

Gilgamesh was still smiling, looking down at Liberty as he approached his feet.

When it rested at Gilgamesh's feet, the air of heaven and earth seemed to freeze. They seemed gentle and quiet to each other, but beneath the surface of calm were terrifying waves. Any slight change at this moment could lead to an explosion of soul power that shattered the sky and the earth.

Finally, after facing each other for almost a minute, Liberty gently squinted his eyes, lifted its cute little furry face, tilted its head and rubbed Gilgamesh's feet, and continued to walk forward.

Gilgamesh breathed a sigh of relief, and he found that his forehead was covered with a fine bead of sweat.

He smiled with relief, a solemn stiff smile on his face, and only now did he really stretch out like spring petals. He turned his head and prepared to walk back to the canyon. Now that Freedom has chosen not to go to war, he just needs to concentrate on forgiveness.

When Gilgamesh turned around, his smile froze at the corners of his mouth like ice. His face looked as if it had been cut by the cold winter wind, and it took on a cold, dead gray.

Freedom, who was not far from him in front of him, had unconsciously stood next to the ice carved lotus flower of the returning chess piece. It turned to look at Gilgamesh, its large, ice-blue eyes all shimmering golden. A golden light flashed quickly in its pupils, and the next moment, on the ground of the canyon behind it, a wall of ice several meters thick exploded from the ground like a small mountain, instantly towering into the clouds, completely sealing the entrance of the entire canyon - and at the same time, completely isolating the fragile chess piece on the other side of the ice wall.

Freedom turned its head, its eyes were still well-behaved and docile, it opened its mouth, and gently "meowed" as if it were coquettish, and several golden rays of light in the air flashed so fast that they were almost invisible.

Gilgamesh's body was tossed high by an unspeakable force, and he fell heavily into the depths of the forest.

A few strands of hot blood were sprinkled in the sky, splashing on the thick snow with a "squeak" sound, and shocking scarlet ice flowers bloomed everywhere.

Liberty licked his paws and walked lightly towards Gilgamesh. (To be continued.) )