[4 years ago]

【West of the Blue Empire: Fog Hidden Green Island】

The fog hides the green island in the daylight, and the fog has completely dissipated. However, the silence left behind by death still oppresses heavily on this once fairyland-like archipelago.

The light shone naked and burst vertically on the lawn, and the steaming heat everywhere gave this winter day a faint summer heat. The steaming of the lake fills the island with an unpleasantly hot and humid atmosphere.

The scarred cracks in the soil on the lawn are a testament to the swords that once happened here.

And now, the archipelago after the empty building has become a thing. The absolute dead silence that makes people go crazy hangs over the lake. The occasional shrill birdsong from the depths of the distant archipelago was tinged with horror and desolation, as if a dagger piercing the brocade was tearing through the transparent air, and the terrifying silence was all the more striking against the sound.

The shattered corpse of Silver Dust was still left unattended by the lake, and the area of the lake that was red with his blood had been diluted at this moment, and the lake water had regained its rippling blue water.

One or two flies buzzed around his corpse. Some ants climbed onto the blood-stained faces of the silver dust.

In the empty world, a slight sound of footsteps sounded, and there was a faint echo in the absolute silence.

A pair of boots woven from delicate leather inlaid with platinum trim were now walking towards the cold corpse of silver dust step by step. Behind the footsteps, a long, heavy cloak swept across the lawn.

The bright sun shone on the face of the visitor, a handsome and deep face, with a faint layer of cyan hawthorn on the delicate chin. Amber eyes, shrouded in golden feather-like thick eyelashes, looked quietly at the broken silver dust lying on the ground at the moment. The boundless green branches and leaves, as if reluctant to let him be exposed to the sun, cast a soft and warm light on his tall and slender body, and the mottled tree image was a gentle embrace, looking around him. He was dressed in a silver-white robe, adorned with a myriad of delicate and expensive platinum trims. The wind lifted his cloak like a slow-moving cloud, radiating a dizzying sheen.

He raised his hand, his slender and white fingers moved, and Yinchen's body was instantly wrapped in a layer of clear ice, he raised his head and looked around at the dead green island around him at the moment, the clear sunlight caressed his handsome and noble face.

He crouched down, stretched out his hand, and swam around the corpse of Silver Dust, his eyes closed, as if sensing something.

"It's been so long since you've been dead, and your soul is still so intact, before you die, your emotions must have fluctuated very violently...... "The more peaceful the person is when he dies, the faster the soul will dissipate, and before he dies with great unwillingness, hatred, and reluctance...... The emotion will continue to linger in the same place, "But I don't need your soul to be so complete......"

Ice Emperor Ios, the most noble and supreme emperor in the royal family of this country, disappeared into the vast green end with the corpse of silver dust.

[4 years ago]

【Western Aslan Empire, Abyss Corridor, North Forest】

Loud, dull roars continued to come from afar, never stopping, and, as time passed, the roars grew faster and more intense—forgiveness was awakening at an ever-increasing rate.

Qila frowned, looking at the huge lotus flower in the distance that seemed to be a hill towering into the sky, and the look in her pupils was as lonely and desperate as the night. In this state, it won't be long before forgiveness is fully awakened. The golden soul mist within a radius of several kilometers was continuously consumed, and a steady stream of them were absorbed into the body of forgiveness, and this overlord at the peak of the food chain that had been sleeping for a long time was rapidly moving towards the brink of complete awakening.

And behind the forgiveness, Chira couldn't feel any fluctuations in Gilgamesh's soul power. His soul power was blocked by the forgiveness that was rolling like an ocean of soul power in front of him at this moment, and he couldn't sense it at all. Qi La raised her head, and in the vast sky, a red bloody tongue flicked past from time to time, like red lightning splitting heavy clouds.

There was a clear and violent tremor in the earth.

Elena and Ferrer behind them, still leaning on the remnants of the stump, they gasped in a low voice, the scars on their bodies recovered very slowly, because the golden soul mist around them that could be absorbed was extremely thin, and Elena and Ferrer's faces were still as weak as white paper, and they had not yet recovered their normal combat ability.

Chira's worries are not only about Yelena and Ferrer, who have lost their combat power, but also because of the thinning of the golden soul mist around him, which means that his combat power cannot last, and when the soul power currently stored in his body is exhausted, he will also lose the ability to fight at the same time.

Two gusts of wind broke through the air, and the black robe was hunting, and he turned around, and in the surging violent air, two black ghostly figures were already standing silently and lightly in the vast snow.

Treya and Nether looked at Zira, their faces smiling rather than smiling, as if mocking, as if disdainful, and at the same time with some false sympathy and pity.

Under Treya's flying robes, the snow-white thighs and the white snow around her looked very much in harmony, and the cold wind blew some blush on her white skin, making her look even more seductive. Her full and bright lips opened and closed gently at the moment, and she leaned lightly against the tall and sturdy Netherworld in an ambiguous posture, the Netherworld's robes were blown open by the wind, and her naked and full chest was now exuding endless heat, flashing in the snow with a wheat-colored lustful light.

Chira couldn't help but look back at the weak Yelena and Ferrer, and then at the Netherworld and Treya, who looked like two unsheathed black swords in front of them, and were silent and did not speak.

As for the strength of these two monsters, as early as a few years ago, when the two of them were children, Qila was already very clear. The huge blades like insect limbs that kept piercing out of Treya's body, and the psychedelic pleasure on Nether's face as if they came from hell, had always been a heavy nightmare in Chira's heart.

"He hasn't come back yet, has he?" said Treya, smiling at Silla.

"Not yet. Chira was expressionless and replied indifferently.

Although neither of them made it clear, they knew in each other's hearts that the only "he" they talked about and cared about at the moment was only one person, and that was Gilgamesh.

"I've never heard of anyone coming back alive from Freedom's hands, it's a monster who doesn't know if it's lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years......" Nether couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "Do you have any misunderstanding of Freedom's strength, or are you expecting Gilgamesh's strength a little too much?"

"It's because I know their strength very well that I think the final result is worth looking forward to. Treya smiled and raised her slender fingers to cover her bright lips, "Still, from what I feel, Syruel may have to wait in vain." ”

Zira didn't answer, his gaze twitching slightly.

"Are all the three apostles dead?"

"Two died, the Galanz who used the dark state, in the end, still didn't recover, and became gluttonous, I don't know where to go at this time, maybe there will be another high-level soul beast in the abyss corridor, hahaha...... It's a pity that such a handsome young man has become a brute like this...... Alas......" Therea shook her head, her expression looking a little heartbroken.

"Where's the silver dust?" asked Kira.

"You know, the dead silver dust is not in my hands, I am only in charge of the living ones. Therea said coldly, "Wasn't that how it was planned, you forgot?"

"He didn't forget, but I think he might be a little confused. Nether looked at Kira, "When people are confused, they tend to do stupid things. ”

Qila pursed his lips and did not speak, he tried his best to control himself, and soon, his face returned to its original indifference, like a condensed lake, without ripples, without any mood swings.

He turned away, no longer looking at Treya and the Nether. He stared silently at the distant horizon that was gradually being eaten away, as if waiting for a final judgment.

Therea once again had a look of pleasure on her face, she had already reaped the pleasure of the forbearance on her face when she and the Nether pulled her down from the pinnacle of glory of the once-royal lord. And today, many years later, seeing Qi La who suppressed her emotions again, she still feels extraordinarily enjoyable.

She raised her moving eyes and said faintly, "So, if he suddenly changes his mind and insists on being stupid, then the two of us will be so busy?"

"There's nothing to worry about, the order of the Silver Priest is very clear, anyone who does not cooperate with this operation can be hunted directly on the charge of treason at any time, and there is no need to ask for instructions in advance. Netherworld answered coldly, the corners of his mouth still smiling, "My title is called the Killing King, isn't this what I'm best at?"

With her back to the two of them, she looked at the end of the world in silence, as if she had not heard their conversation at all.

The light changes its angle over time, and the surrounding snow reflects a bright light that flickers in intensity and intensity.

Several princes waited quietly in the snow, the surrounding golden soul mist was almost consumed, and it would take some time for the golden soul mist in the distance to spread and spread here, so the awakening speed of forgiveness began to slow down, but it could still be clearly felt that it was approaching the edge of full awakening little by little.

Nether and Treya stopped talking, standing in the snow like two dark ghosts. They, like Zira, stared in the direction of forgiveness in the distance.

The light began to dim, dusk took a deeper chill, and the sky was once again covered with goose feather snow. Snowflakes diffused with a blurry halo fell densely from the sky, and several princes' bodies and hair were covered with a white layer. But no one cared, they all stood still and silent in the snow, waiting for the same answer.

They are waiting, is it Gilgamesh, or is it freedom?

Of between, only one can make it over alive.

And finally, they waited for the answers they wanted.

On the empty snow, his noble smile still hung gracefully on his lips, but a wisp of blood on his lips that had not yet dried set off his weak countenance. His face was a little pale, and he exhaled a large cloud of white air with a low gasp, but his expression was still noble and calm, and his golden hair fluttered in the wind, like a flag woven of yellow silk.

He raised his chin lightly at Chira and whispered a low smile, "I'm back." ”

Ura's gaze tightened firmly.

Gilgamesh's left hand was now clutching a severed arm, and the bowl-sized wound on his right shoulder that had been cut off to the shoulder was now gushing viscous blood, and his rich robe was stained with mottled blood. His figure swayed slightly, a little unsteady.

"Luckily, I'm still alive. There was obvious tiredness in his smile, "And besides, I picked up my hand back." ”

With that, he took the severed arm back to the broken position of his shoulder, and then gently closed his eyes, his whole body slightly radiating a faint golden light. The bones and flesh at the breach began to heal slowly but continuously, and the newly grown bone and blood reconnected the severed arm back to his body.

Kira walked over, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and pure golden soul power flowed into Gilgamesh's body.

"What are you doing?" In the distance, Treya suddenly shouted at Kira with a smile, her eyes full of complicated looks, her voice sounding very charming, but like a thin, sharp knife, stabbing diagonally into the bone, "Are you sure you want to do this?" (To be continued.) )