In that battle, countless powerhouses fell, and even the three so-called immortal dark gods were all wiped out and returned to the Temple of Heaven, which greatly damaged the vitality of the entire organization of Seven Nights.

The other organizations were not much better, the Cardinal Order of the Supreme God Cult that had mastered the powerful attack divine art was also close to total annihilation, and the Holy Maiden Yuphe, the current leader of the Light Holy Codex, was seriously injured and retired, and almost never appeared on a formal occasion since.

Not a single veteran of the "Shadow of the Sage" organization of the Wizards Guild was buried there, and the entire organization was almost renewed by a generation.

Many members of the Seven Wings were swallowed by another dimension and never returned, and in the end, only three of them escaped in their entirety.

The Dragon Emperor, the modern successor of the Dragon Emperor's Sword of Destruction, was killed in battle, the leader of the Druid Order, the Grand Druid Sky Eagle, was killed in battle, and the leader of the Mercenary Guild, the Sea Blue Sword Saint, was killed in battle......

Too much blood, too many bones, this war, which ordinary people are almost completely unaware of, has actually really affected the pattern of the whole world. In the more than a decade since, organizations have struggled to recover and nurture the next generation.

Cavendish the Sage of Water, Nobel the King of Destruction, and Lavoisier the Flame Master, it was only after that that these seeds that were protected at that time received the full support of various organizations and the royal family, and became a new generation of Rank 8 powerhouses.

Why did they become famous earlier, and even directly those strong men of these people's masters disappeared, because they had died in that place of lamentation and disappeared into history.

There were no flowers and no solemn funerals, and the war that took place there involved so many things that everything was buried in history and became a taboo that no one would touch.

And in the selection of those who participated in the battle, the two who had special magic skills and became indispensable were the youngest and most talented among them.

The two are from the same place and are the core of the Supreme God Cult warband.

Yufie, who is in charge of the Holy Book of Light, is considered to be one of the most outstanding holders of the Holy Book of Light in history, and some people even believe that she is the only one who has the complete Holy Book of Light, and can even do things like launching séances independently, and is known as the Son of Angels.

The other is even better than Yufie, he is the most talented cardinal in the history of the Supreme God, he has restored dozens of ancient divine arts that have long been extinct at a young age, he is considered to be the one who is blessed by the souls of all the saints, the core of the core of the Cardinal Conference, and is considered the definitive candidate for the next pope.

However, because they can use special magic that even the Pope can't use, the two who represent the future hope of the church have to step on the battlefield where even a ninth-level powerhouse can't guarantee a full escape, facing the awakened "one".

No one can imagine what a terrifying battlefield it was, and perhaps the scale of it could not be compared to the war of the dead three hundred years ago. However, in that land of lamentation, half of the core combat forces of the various organizations that had only been revived after three hundred years of the War of the Dead were completely killed in just a few days, and relying on this half of the sacrifice, the remaining combat forces successfully found the final enemy and fought a very tragic decisive battle.

In that final battle in which even the ninth-level had several people participating in the battle, it was not those immortal Dark Protoss who finally played the decisive blow, not the Dragon Sword Emperor who inherited the Dragon Emperor's Sword of Destruction and advanced at the final moment, not the hermit from the Seven Wings, but the Cardinal Order and the Hermit Order from the Supreme God Cult.

In the end, on the side that had gathered almost all the high-level combat forces on the mainland and overseas, only a few or a dozen people could get out of that place of lamentation, and the rest of the soldiers were all buried in that place, and even the bones could not be recovered.

At that time, Mia and Misa, who were the most prominent sisters of the witch clan and could unite to cast some kind of forbidden spell, also participated in that battle, and fought until the end, seeing the true face of "that".

Everyone was wrong, completely wrong, "that" didn't come from the power of the Necromantic Monarch three hundred years ago, and it didn't even have anything to do with necromancy. The prototype of the undead catastrophe that appeared before was just a disguise, a disguise that deceived everyone.

In the end, it is "that" that will come to this life.

It was actually impossible for them to live, even the Dragon Sword Emperor who used the forbidden technique to forcibly increase his strength and rushed to the ninth level did not escape the fate of final death, how could the two sisters survive.

At the end, they saw the familiar face smiling at them, and the glow of the starry sky.

It was their lovers—no, it should be the last smile of the unrequited love, the smile that guarded them both.

Before that, no one could have imagined that the decisive battle would be so tragic, and that so many people would fall without even leaving their last words.

I regret that if I had known, Meiya would have given up those unnecessary self-esteem, treated him less harshly, and would not have laughed at his always dull expression at the end, and always had an ambiguous attitude towards love. Her heart, from beginning to end, didn't really say it once, and she really regretted it.

Regretting that if she knew that it was her last chance, Meisa wanted to confess to that person and tell him that she had always liked him.

I like his kindness, I like the way he looks when he reads, and I like his attitude that he never cares about any racial differences, whether it is a witch or a saint, he can get along well. In his eyes, there is no discrimination and disdain for witches and the dark race that others can't see at all.

It was not a disguised politeness, but a genuine gentleness. It is precisely because the witch clan has suffered too many injuries in love, so they are more eager for such people to be by their side.

It's just that they can no longer hold his hand and look at his expression that is a little confused, but will not refuse. Surround him and ask him about the knowledge of ancient magic that even witches have lost.

They who survived that battle lost something more important than life, the smile that once saved their hearts. It was once the most important thing in their world, a treasure that they thought they could have together.

The man left them like that, never to return. Only the last white-clad figure and soft smile remained.

I thought that I would never be able to see that unforgettable figure again.

I thought that I would never have a chance to hold his hand again.

Until now, they saw the figure of the young man dressed in white again. In him, they saw the man's shadow together.

The white clothes, the smile, why is it so familiar, so sad, people can't help but want to close their eyes and let the tears flow gently.

(To be continued)