"I see, then let's look forward to the moment when the immortal bird Phinecols awakens. "Once he knew the principle of action of the immortal bird Phinicos, many dark gods and the three ancient god-level demons from the demon world also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, even if they have the trump card of the ancient god-level demon, they are not willing to provoke the legendary fantasy divine bird like the immortal bird Phinicos.

Although Becias also turned around in his head to try the delusion of the immortal bird Finnicos, it was obviously just a delusion. The immortal Phoenixos was as old as the Demon Realm, and even Becias didn't think that he could take down such a mythical creature with his current temporary body.

As for Berdiella, she will not hesitate to rush up and eat, and then it is estimated that she will be blown up by the immortal bird Phinicos.

So, the dark gods began to wait, waiting for the arrival of the real ** of this festival.

In the same way, the witches of the Seven Nights and Chriss, waiting for the moment when the all-pervasive vitality in the air will give birth to the true form of the immortal bird.

............ On the large stage specially helped by the goblin clan, the ancient festival specially held by the Southern Church has entered the ** stage.

A total of 100 strong tribal warriors wore various feather head rings and performed a majestic and powerful war dance on the stage.

Goats, bow sheep, wild boars, red pigs, bison, and warriors from the Red Bull tribe are painted with a variety of oil paints to show the strength of their tribes on a huge stage.

This seemingly chaotic dance itself contains a kind of beauty of power, which makes the audience involuntarily fall into a frenzy.

"Come on, come on, goats, you're the best!"

"Warriors of the wild boars, didn't you eat enough last night!

"Red Bull Power!

For these ordinary tribal people, this noisy and joyful atmosphere is the greatest significance of the festival itself. Festivals are held on peaceful days to thank the earth and the gods for giving people harvest and food, and during war years, festivals are held to bless the warriors who go out to defeat the enemy and protect their homes.

After the warriors from all tribes leave the field, the real finale begins. This is not a performance that can be seen at ordinary festivals, but a sacrificial dance that can only be seen at such a special festival.

The gods and witches from the Southern Church stepped on the stage of fairy production with graceful steps, led by a pair of twin shrine maidens, dressed in red and white shrine maiden costumes in the order of their respective rankings.

This time, not only the people of the southern tribes, but also many other spectators who had come from afar were also boiling, and even the goblins expressed rare kindness.

The gods and witches are the messengers of the gods who support the lifeblood of the entire southern land, and they have more power than the chiefs and elders of the various tribes, and they are the veritable uncrowned kings of the southern land.

They themselves are the best people of the tribe, and they are the pride of the tribe who have inherited all kinds of ancient bloodlines. The backbone of the entire Southern Church is built on these gods and witches.

The prestige of the supreme god of the Southern Church in this land is far greater than that of the Pope of the Supreme God Cult. Of all the branch churches of the Most High God Church, the Southern Church is also the largest and most powerful.

The "Twins of Destiny", who founded the Southern Church, are names of the same meaning as gods in this ancient land.

The people of the southern land believe in and respect the gods and witches, while the people of other regions are curious and look forward to the appearance of the mysterious gods and witches.

The elves are friendly to the witches, the few close allies of the elves among humans, and the origins of their friendship can be traced all the way back to the ancient times when the Southern Church was first founded.

Briditt, who participated in such a festival for the first time, seemed quite nervous, but it was the big sisters in front of her who quietly pulled her to keep her from falling behind.

The twins, who were at the center of the festival, smiled and looked at each other, and then began to sing the old ballad.

The ballad is in a fairly old language, and almost no one in the audience can understand what is being sung, but that doesn't stop them from enjoying the old, soulful sound.

The sound is like a spring breeze blowing in the desert, the dry earth is brought to life by this song, the soul wandering on the battlefield is purified by this song, and the disoriented soul is comforted by this song.

This is an ancient song that has been passed down from generation to generation among gods and witches. Even though the lyrics of this song have been passed down over time, this beautiful melody has been passed down from generation to generation, echoing in the ancient festivals of the southern land again and again.

The goblins obviously knew the song, and when they heard it, the beautiful goblins who loved art couldn't help but hum along with it. It makes this ancient melody seem more light and moving.

The only surprise was Ulysses, because he actually understood the song.

"Every day the sun rises from the ground, and even if you are surrounded by a relentless darkness, I will crush it for you with my mutilated body. ”

"Every night will come, even if I am troubled by the impermanence of today, I still believe that the world will not change, only myself. Existence is our strongest weapon. ”

"Because of the long road ahead, we make an eternal vow together and embark on a journey to fight against fate in infinite reincarnation. ”

"As long as the burning in my chest remains, I will be transformed into an unquenchable flame, and even if the world keeps changing, you will be my only one. ”

"Crossing all obstacles, crossing the distance of time and space, at the end of a long journey, please let us reunite with you. ”

"The sun and the moon and the stars will never be separated. ”

A feeling that he had forgotten something slowly floated in his heart, and Ulysses gasped for breath, almost unable to control the emotions that overflowed his heart.

It's like I've forgotten something very important, but I can't recall it.

The old song echoed, and in this age no one could understand it except for the equally ancient elves who could understand it.

This longing transcends the limits of time and has reverberated across the southern land for thousands of years. Like the whispers of sympathy for the world, and like the lingering sorrow, the past, present, and future will continue to echo in this ancient southern land.

In the midst of this soulful melody, the witches began to wave their hands, like birds with wings spread, and flew gently on the stage.

The light footsteps, as if responding to the ancient gods, do not need any instructions, and each god and witch will automatically reach their own place.

With soft waists and slender bodies, they now look full of divine aura, and in front of the gods, all the gods and witches have entered a state of some kind of trance, and naturally dance a beautiful sacrificial dance with the ancient melody.

The law of gravity has been completely ignored in the face of the power of the gods, and now all the gods and witches can exert their strength beyond the ordinary.

This is the privilege that the witches are given, just like the high-ranking priests can use joint spellcasting to cast powerful magic at higher levels. Under the leadership of the presiding twin shrine maidens, even the youngest Bridit gains the power to soar into the sky.

As they danced, a soft silhouette in the sky was slowly emerging, but no one could see it, except for the strongest in the world.

"Those kids did a great job. In the deepest part of the Kamime Shrine, Fei'er opened her eyes, beside her was a huge and ancient magic array, the lines of the magic array had completely merged with the earth, if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even be able to find that there was a magic array here.

The preparations, the settings have been completed, and the next things don't need her to interfere anymore, just wait for that moment to come, and everything will go naturally.

After arranging her long hair, putting on a white magic ring, and wearing a special golden-red witch costume that can only be worn during this festival, Fei'er walked out of the secret place where many secrets were hidden, walked through the ancient temple, and then stepped directly on her own stage.

There was no need to hide it anymore, it was the path she had chosen for herself, the path she had voluntarily taken. Maybe in the past, she thought about choosing another path, but now she no longer resists this path.

Now, she can truly understand why the generations of Phil have never resented the immortal bird Phinicos who took her life.

Because, they are Phil, the destined inheritors of the immortal bird Phinicols, the sons of the gods chosen by the immortal Finnicos in this southern land. Without the immortal Finnicos, they would never have been born in the first place.

Without the immortal Phinicos, there would be no Phil. It's not that Phil was chosen by the immortal Finnicos, but that Phil was the carrier of the existence of the immortal Finnicos from the beginning.

This truth is something she has only recently learned, so she understands her responsibility and mission better than anyone else.

She'll protect it, whether it's the land or the people she likes. In this little life left, she will burn with a more beautiful light than anyone else.

The phantom of the huge golden-red wings unfolded behind Phil, that was her determination, her faith.

Protecting the people you like and protecting the land where you were born is Fei'er's responsibility. Generations of Fei'er have never been afraid of death, as the best of Fei'er, how can she lag behind her predecessors.

(To be continued)