On the vast snowfield, blood flowed little by little along the white ice and snow, as if it was about to soak the whole world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A bloodthirsty smile hung on the corner of the young man's mouth, and a cotton wool cloak was also stained red with blood.

On the surrounding snow, there were several figures lying horizontally. These figures were all lying in pools of blood, and as the blood seeped into the ice and snow little by little, revealing their true faces.

I saw black-robed people lying there with hideous faces, and finally turned into cold corpses.

Alfonso looked at the corpse at his feet, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

These iconic black robes, as well as the extremely dark magic, needless to say, can guess the identities of these people.

"Temple of Souls ......"

Alfonso looked up at the whiteness of the blue sky in the distance, and a cruel smile welled up on his lips. Behind him, large scarlet blood-colored hands floated in the air, and some white bones had already been born in them. It's a little more realistic than before.

Soon, Alfonso took another step, one step at a time, towards the depths of the snowfield.

In the dim palace, there seemed to be several figures standing there. However, in the few rays of light, it is not very real.

At this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded, and the hoarse voice made people tremble:

"Soul envoy, the actions on both sides have failed. ”

When these words fell, there was a long silence in the palace, and no one spoke.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and said:

"I'll just say it, it's impossible to deal with those two people with these manpower, and I don't know what you think, big brother. ”

Two voices rang out:

"Fourth, don't talk. In the 'Dragon Cave' before, you beat others and destroyed even your body, how hard did it take us to help you condense a body that suits you, and now you are embarrassed to blame the boss?"

"But let's be honest, boss, that kid with strange attributes aside, just that white-haired young sword master, even we are no opponents, how can you let a waste who has just taken the magic pill to deal with him? ”

In the deepest darkness, the man who had not spoken until now finally spoke:

"The young sword master of that day was the 'White Light Sword Saint' who single-handedly ended the war between Macedonia and Montgolia. Now he doesn't know why he lurks in the Royal Higher School of Magic in Virgina, the capital of Macedonia. According to reliable information, he will not use the power of the Sword Saint there, so I asked people to find a puppet that can confuse the mind with the Collapse Elixir to see if they can cause some trouble to the 'White Light Sword Master'. Even if it is to force out his true strength, it will be impossible for him to stay in Virgina. After all, if he stays in Virgina all the time, we can't make a casual move. As for the other person, those who were sent out were just to find out where he was, and who knew that he had discovered it, and there was no way to do it. ”

There was silence in the palace again, apparently everyone digesting the information they had just received.

"How have you handled what the master has asked us to do?"

The figure known as "The Boss" spoke again.

"We have been selectively and quietly contacted by the upper echelons of the various empires, and the selected ones are those with radical ideas, and some have agreed to our request and chosen to help us. ”

In the darkness, there were bursts of cold laughter:

"Well done, third man! The continent is too calm now, and the undercurrents surging under the calm surface have been running silently for many years, and it's time to make the world a little more chaotic. ”

There was an occasional glimmer of light in the palace, and four figures could be seen in the shadows.

All four of them wore wide black cloaks, and their faces could not be seen clearly. The slender figure exuded a gloomy aura, and the four of them stood motionless, as if they were performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.

Virgina, the Flamel family mansion.

Alva looked at the closed door of the meditation room in front of him, a little worried about his daughter in it.

It didn't take long for Nicole to lock herself up in a secret room after returning from that tryout. With Nicole's talent, if you want to cultivate seriously, you will definitely be able to make a difference.

At first, Alva still had some joy in his heart. The daughter who doesn't like to cultivate finally realizes the importance of strength. But as time passed, Alva began to worry more and more about her daughter. Now, every minute and every second, as long as Nicole is still in the meditation room, his heart hangs in the air, and there is no sense of stability.

"Captain!"

At this time, a call came from behind him.

Alva pulled his thoughts away from his thoughts and turned around, only to find that standing behind him was none other than the mage of the Royal Demon Order, who was also his own soldier.

"How's it going?"

Alva said in a deep voice.

The soldiers of the Demon Dao Regiment in front of him said word by word:

"Chief, according to our investigation, the academy student named Zimmerman must have taken a very rare potion that day. This potion is capable of giving people a large amount of dead energy for a short period of time, and with this dead energy, they can have great power. But the side effect is that the dead will eat away at the user's brain, causing them to lose their minds. ”

Faintly, Alva sensed something wrong.

This potion gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had heard of the existence of such a potion.

"What's the name of this medicine?"

The soldier replied solemnly:

"Collapse Elixir!"

Memories of the past flooded back to his mind in an instant, and the slaughter of the past was like a sea of blood, spreading little by little, drowning Alva in it.

"Collapse Elixir ......"

What a familiar name, how many of their compatriots were slaughtered by those evil enemies in those days by virtue of this potion, and how many innocent people did they kill in order to refine this potion?

"They're back......"

Alva said silently, and he walked out of the castle step by step, looking at the clouds in the sky, and fell into a long silence.

The silence of this continent is about to be broken again, and I am afraid that the days of peace will not be long.

Alva turned his head and looked at the castle that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Flamel family, thinking about his own family in the castle, and he unconsciously clenched his fists.

The soldiers beside him looked equally serious.

The soldier also knows that the story behind this "Collapse Elixir" represents a name and a force.

"Temple of Souls, they're back......"

Alva whispered.

Suddenly, in this summer season, a messy wind hung inexplicably, blowing the mage robes of the two.