"Uh......"

Her long hair was scattered like a waterfall, and Nafi clamped her legs and hugged Ivo's broad back, her teeth clenched Ivo's shoulders, and her delicate body trembled and twitched, and after a while, her tense body softened, and she was paralyzed as mud on the bed, whining like a murmur. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ivo exhaled and withdrew from the damp heat, doting on Nafi's beautiful face, time seemed to freeze on her, giving her a more mature and feminine temperament, but it did not leave a mark on her near-perfect appearance, which would hardly age as long as the senior mage wanted to.

Nafi habitually wrapped her backhand around Ivo's waist, bowed her head to her broad chest, and said quietly, "Ivo, is there a way to break your curse?"

Ivo put his arm around Nafi's thin shoulders, rubbing his still smooth skin, shook his head, and said, "I already have a vague premonition that it is only possible to break the curse when I reach the high position." ”

Infertility, elemental disgust, and soul weakness, the three vicious curses are the fate of the mimic, and Ivo has felt the weariness and decay of his soul more and more often over the decades, and his time is running out.

Luck is also misfortune, the barriers of the Overworld have faded to a thin layer, and it will not be too long before the situation of the night of the death of the Pope and the Patriarch decades ago will return to the Overworld, and the curtain of dusk will be lifted again.

"Reaching the high ...... It's too far away. Nafei sighed softly, "You've been stuck in the Legend level for twenty years, and you still haven't found the threshold for a high position. ”

"There's always a chance. ”

"I'm afraid it's too late. Nafi said quietly.

Ivo played with Nafi's hair and asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?" ”

Nafi got up and looked down into Ivo's eyes, "I know that the path you have taken will be dead, maybe when that day comes, you, me, and the whole world will be destroyed in the catastrophe, I just want to ...... before I die Bear you a baby. ”

Ivo looked doting and reached out to caress Nafi's cheek, "What the future holds, no one knows." ”

"You're always like that, avoiding the subject. Nafi was angry.

"Death or life, after all, I have gone through this experience, God has given me a second chance, I have earned it, even if I am burdened with fate, it is my obligation, and it is the luck of my two lives to meet you. Ivo smiled faintly as he said something that Nafi didn't understand but felt distressed.

"Shut up. Nafi suddenly rolled her eyes, pushed her hands domineeringly, and pressed Ivo down on the bed, her delicate body swimming like a snake, buried in the bed.

"His-" Ivo gasped, his mind blank, where could he think of anything else.

After a long time, a soul transmission touched Ivo's nerves in his indulgence.

"Come to me in the Land of Return. ”

The voice of the saints.

Ivo immediately came back to his senses, exhaled, and said, "I'm leaving." ”

"Is it important?" asked Nafi, looking up.

"If he is looking for me, it must mean that dusk is not far away. Ivo meant that for decades he had some speculation about the identity of the saints.

"You're leaving now?"

"Well, I'm in a hurry. Ivo was helpless and tried to get up.

“...... Well, in a hurry. ”

Unexpectedly, Nafi buried herself again and sped up the frequency.

"Sizzle...... I'm not talking about this rush!"

“......”

"Slow down, hey!"

“......”

"Ugh!"

Ivo snorted and disarmed and surrendered.

Nafei rolled her eyes, the throat in the center of Xiu's neck bulged out and slid up and down, wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, and said softly, "Aren't you so tired?" ”

"I'm more tired. Ivo grinned.

"Hmph, bad thing. Nafi didn't have a good breath, so she brought Ivo's clothes, and Ivo put them on one by one, kissed Nafi's forehead, and turned to leave.

Nafi leaned against the door and watched Ivo's back in the distance, just as every wife watches her husband leave home.

......

Coming to the Ghost Sea, Ivo opened the entrance to the space with ease, the colorful barrier of the Overworld was much darker than a few decades ago, and he often traveled to the Land of Return to collect Chaos, turning the ghost sailors of the City of the Dead into Ashes, and now there are 30,000 Ash Men in the Capital of the Dead. Ivo had alarmed the gods of the Sea of Rest, the rulers of the Land of Return, but the Land of Return was so large that even Thanatos, the god of death, could not lock on to the vast realm of death at any time to catch a glimpse of the stowaway.

The number of ghost sailors in the City of the Dead has reached the upper limit of one million, and the core of the battleship has been strengthened to the top level, so that the Ash can leave the City of the Dead within ten miles of it, so that the ship will not be loaded.

Entering the Land of Return, Ivo meets the Saints.

The saint is still in the form of a glowing illusory human form, and it seems that there has been no change for decades, what kind of life can give birth to such a special soul?

Ivo already had the answer in his mind.

"Here you are, shape-shifter. ”

The saint spoke.

Ivo bowed, "What do you need to say to your face?"

The saint floated close to Ivo, his glowing eyes staring into Ivo's eyes, and sighed, "You feel it too, dusk will come unexpectedly, and it won't take more than three years...... I smell the breath of fate, the sub-space powerhouses who covet the main world are about to move, and the eyes of the gods cross the crystal walls separating the heavens from the world, waiting for the demise of the barrier, do you remember the dusk prophecy?"

Ivo nodded, and said slowly, "The seven suns will fall, the three moons will die, and those who steal the fruit will never be forgiven." The three crows of fate kick off the Fallen Age, and the Forsaken will reappear in the world. When the red and black demons turn against each other, when evil bears the name of sin, and a fire appears at the end of dusk, burning the world, the devils gaze at the ashes and ruins, and smile at each other. ”

The saint sighed, "The eternal night of the Epistle is the prelude to dusk, who is the one who steals the fruit, who are the three ravens and the Forsaken, the red and black demons, the name of evil and sin, the fire at the end, what are these?"

Now that the prophecy has been revealed, fate will be answered. ”

After so many years of preparation, Ivo no longer bothered with prophecy, he suddenly changed his words, stared firmly at the saints, and said word by word: "If even you don't know the truth of the prophecy, no one in this world knows." ”

The saint showed a complicated look of "sure enough", "You still found out." ”

Ivo said lightly, "What should I call you, the founder of the Holy See, the saint, or...... Old Gods?"

When he first saw the saint decades ago, Ivo had doubts, the saint can travel through the worlds, hide under the noses of the gods of the dead world, prevent the souls of the dead from the worlds from entering the Sea of Rest, and have not been discovered, the color of the soul is pure and brilliant that he has never seen, containing vast and boundless energy, even if the demigods killed by Ivo in the past few decades, the soul is not as good as one ten-thousandth of the saints, how strong the saints are in life, it is completely a mystery. Even the souls of the strong cannot resist the rules of the world, and will involuntarily go to the Sea of Rest, but the saints are like beings outside the world, silently observing and watching. And the saints know so many secrets that they seem to exceed a certain standard. He established the Holy See, and in some way allowed the Pope and the Patriarch to pass on the true mission from generation to generation, and developed special powers that could be used without devotion to the gods, allowing generations of Popes and Patriarchs to maintain the highest standards of the Holy See's combat power. The core material of the mimicry's transformation is the flesh and blood of the ancient gods, and the saint claims to have obtained it by accident and handed it over to the Gregan fruit, but how can such a thing as the flesh and blood of the ancient gods appear casually. And the hostility of the saints to the gods is too solid.

All these reasons add up, and even if it is unbelievable, the answer is imminent.

The saints are ancient gods buried in the dust of history! Born in the most ancient times! Lost in the blank space of 300 years!

The saint sighed more today than in the past few decades, and said slowly: "I am the last ancient god, yes, I don't know the exact direction of the prophecy, as an ancient god, I have a unique perception of the fate line of the world, and I can vaguely make a prophecy, but I can't really predict the future." ”

Ivo nodded, and that made sense, if the Old God knew exactly what would happen in the future, how could he use the words of the cloud shroud as a prophecy?

"Where have the ancient gods gone, what happened in the blank three hundred years?"

The saint shook his head, "Dusk." ”

Ivo was stunned.

"The blank three hundred years are as ...... as now," the saint emphasized word by word, "the ancient gods have set off the last twilight of life. ”

Ivo's heart trembled.

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