Skirting the pond, Solam took Sovereign in his arms and walked along the stone-paved path to the hut. In the distance behind him, on a tree branch, the giant eagle was tending its feathers with its short hooked beak, seemingly uninterested in what was happening in front of him.

Sovereign didn't speak, just stared at the wooden house that was getting closer and closer. He remembered the same scene a few months ago, when he was still completing his trial of order in the Forest of Songs, when his father and Uncle Sirian were still standing beside him, and when Beorn was still pounding his shoulders hard and letting out a deafening laugh......

But from then on, it seemed that everything had changed, all the people he cherished were slowly gone, all the warm pictures were all falling apart, leaving only a blurred back in the depths of memory, and every time I thought about it, it would hurt to tear the soul apart.

Sovilan's body trembled slightly, and in his eyes overflowing with tears, the wooden door with the swirling pendant was pushed open, and in the slightly dim wooden room, a bookshelf full of books and displays stood quietly in the corner, everything seemed to have not changed, except for himself.

Sollam was placed on a chair next to the wooden table, and then Sollam bowed to the darkness opposite, gently closed the wooden door, and withdrew. The bright sunlight shone through the window, casting a few golden spots of light on the tabletop, and a thin figure slowly leaned out in the darkness at the other end of the wooden table. In the same position, again, the eyes of the two men met each other.

"We meet again, Your Highness......" The old voice sounded, unhurried, and seemed to be no surprise at today's reunion.

Sovereign closed his eyes and took a deep breath, restraining his emotions. "You, what the hell ...... Who is it?......" His voice grew even hoarse, barely squeezing out staccato syllables, "on me, hair ...... Everything that happens. You've long been ...... I already knew, right?!" When the blue eyes opened again, there was a raging rage of rage.

The old woman wrapped in the cloak nodded, strands of gray hair hanging from the darkness under the hood. Slightly swaying as she moved. "Yes, I do know that I have my own way of peeping into the direction of fate......," she said, "as for who I am." I am a servant of the God of Chaos, a prophet of the Lord God preaching in the mortal world......"

"Hahaha...... Sovereign laughed wildly, as if he had heard the most ironic thing, his laughter was like the screech of metal against glass, and his limbs were paralyzed in his seat, only his body shook wildly, "Shut up...... It's the Lord God again, and it's the ...... Those Lord Gods who are on high...... Hahaha...... You, you all know it...... I know it all! But I just stood up and watched...... Let it be, let the most tragic things happen to ...... Ahem......" Sawylan coughed violently. The throat destroyed by the poison stabbed, "Happened to those Lord Gods...... Dedicate to all the devout believers!Lord God, hahaha...... They are not worthy of God!"

The Prophet on the other side looked silently at the almost insane Sovilan. "The Lord God has given strength to the pious...... But piety can never guide good and evil deeds. A believer who whips his back every day and repents of his sins, but who kills innocent civilians with the power of blessing, just because the other party is a group of filthy 'blasphemers' in his eyes, he is evil, right? But can you say that his faith is not religious?" the old voice asked rhetorically, "Remember, it is the motive that guides the action. Instead of the Lord God overhead...... I have seen the wiles of angels, and I have seen the righteousness of demons, but they are the most fanatical believers......"

"But what about Uncle Cyrian?...... and my father, and Aunt Eudora. Beorn, Mirza...... Even the guards who died in the Oak Palace...... "Soveland's tears flowed as if the embankment had burst," "why?!Why he, they all died?...... They are all ...... They're all good people......"

"Yes, good man...... said the old voice chuckling, "but is it enough to be a good man?" What do you think killed them? is it fate, or is it the disregard of the Lord God?" said the Prophet, "and the sword hangs there, either by your uncle or by someone else. The problem is simply that when you set foot on this battlefield, you should be prepared to die...... Being a good person? That's not a condition to live......"

The Prophet spoke, pausing and staring at Saouviran. "As for you, if it weren't for the power of the Chaos Lord, if it weren't for me sending Soram into the Forest of Songs, I'm afraid you would have died at the hands of that assassin!" how could you have come here alive?" the old woman said, glancing at Soveland, "Well, it looks a little miserable......

Sovereign sneered. "Could it be...... Do I want to say thank you again?......"

"Forget it, I didn't ask you to come here to thank you. The old voice said, quickly changing the subject, "Remember that question, I want to know your answer......

Sovereign was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "You once asked me, everyone on the battlefield of ** must pay their due price, what is the price I am willing to pay?

"That's right. ”

Sovereign suddenly twisted his arms and slammed them on the table, his body leaning forward, the fury of revenge almost burning through his chest, he just wanted those betrayed figures to get the punishment they deserved, and the souls that had lost their dues to get the justice they deserved. "Everything!" he hissed.

The old woman in the cloak smiled, and though she didn't make a sound, Sovereign could feel the pleasure wrapped in the darkness. "Everything, well, everything......" the old voice said, and from under the cloak came a wizened, skinny palm that was only covered in skin, "I like the answer...... "I like the answer," and clicked on Soveland's wrist.

Before Solweran could react, a cold, piercing breath invaded his body, quickly rising along the veins in his arm, and rushing towards his chest. With his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, Essoran felt his body temperature getting lower and lower, and even had the illusion that his blood was slowly clotting.

At the same time, the emblem of order that had once flown into his chest unexpectedly came out of his body, entangled by countless fine gray silk threads, getting darker and darker, as if covered with a layer of ashes. Finally, when the entire golden emblem was completely dull and swirled into a grayish-white vortex. It was only then that Sovereign suddenly realized what he was about to lose.

The gray vortex pulled out a trail like a mist and re-entered Essaoweran's chest, the stinging pain that caused him to have a splitting headache. Use all your strength. Sovereign leaned back sharply, and there was a thud as he was able to speak! "You! What ......the hell did you do to me?"

Only half of the words were stuck in Soveland's throat, and the gaze that had been fixed on the old woman turned from anger to shock, and even some disbelief and panic. Slowly fell on himself. He looked at his feet on the floor, his body standing up, and the seat behind him that he had knocked down, and he was stunned for a moment. "Me, my wounds...... Healed?!" he clutched his throat as he clutched his throat, realizing that even his throat, which had been destroyed by the poison, was no longer low and hoarse.

Clenching his fists hard, he felt the strength surging wildly in the muscles that had recovered as before, leaving only two shallow white marks on his wrist that had been picked off tendons. "Is this the cure for me?......" Solweran muttered as he looked at his hands that were repeatedly open and clenched. "Divine power from the Most High Heaven...... Solam really didn't lie to me......"

"Soram really didn't lie to you," a cold voice floated out of the darkness under the hood, "but who said we came from the Most High Heaven?"

The other party's words made a trace of astonishment flash across Sovilan's face. "Isn't it the Supreme Heaven? Could it be that the prophet of the Chaos Sect who lives in seclusion in the forbidden land of the elves represents the Burning Hell?" he said, "The Wood Elves who believe in the gods of nature should not go crazy to this point. ”

The other laughed, leaned back, and re-hid himself in the darkness beyond the light. "How is it possible for mortal beings to see through the power of the gods?" she said, "what if we represent the burning hell?!" The whole cabin trembled and creaked overwhelmingly, and a pair of eyes so red that they drowned out from the darkness, and Sovereign felt that he saw the purest evil!

"You said you would give it all!" the old voice turned into a roar in the air. It wasn't a human voice, "To regain your grip on your weapons, to take revenge on those who betrayed!" with your soul, make a deal with me! Mortals, it's too late to turn back, but you'll be paralyzed in a wheelchair again forever!"

The strength of a knife cut through Soveran's skin, his face flushed with all the blood, and the question he had once assumed was laid out as reality, and there was no room for him to retreat. A silent silence weighed down on the small wooden house, and Soveland's brow furrowed and soothed, and at last he raised his head and gave his answer.

"Take your divine power back......" his voice was not tired, but rather calm, "If I had to make a deal with the demon to get back on my feet, I'd rather be a waster." With that, he picked up his chair again and sat back down gently. For a moment, I got back on my feet in the desperate situation of my life, and that was enough...... He said to himself.

"It's your choice?"

"Yes," he replied, "if I had no faith in justice, I would have nothing......

After a brief silence, the voice returned to its old state, and all the strong wind disappeared in an instant, and even the red eyes slowly died out in the darkness. "Okay...... Young man, you passed. ”

"Pass?" Sovereign asked, stunned for a moment.

"Yes, passed...... Whether I like it or not, my Lord God is on the side of the Most High Heaven, which is called 'righteousness'...... Chaos is not chaos, chaos is just one side of the coin, and the other side is order......" The old man's voice was mixed with a little contempt, "As for this test, I can't find a guy who will sell his soul at will, as a preacher for the god of chaos......"

"God of Chaos Preacher, what the hell do you want me to do?" Sovereign asked, "and the gray vortex that just flew into my chest, what is it?"

"That's the power of chaos, the blessed power of the Lord God of Chaos, whether you can master this power or not depends on yourself. The answer was very simple, "What do you want you to do?" To paraphrase a guy who always likes to hide behind the scenes, if you can't find the way, please be patient, and the road will find you! What you have to do will come to your ......"

Sovereign was stunned, the last time he heard this was at Mott's, but before he could ask his question, a dark green ball of light flew out of his forehead. It was a "gift" to someone from the mouth of the Lord of Nothingness. "Could it be for this Chaos Prophet?" thought to himself.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the dark green ball of light, the old woman wrapped in the cloak also seemed to be taken aback. But soon, she reached out and took it into her palm. It was only then that Sovereign saw what the ball of light was. It turned out to be a square gem that constantly glowed with a soft green glow. However, it was somewhat surprising that in the center of the inside of the gem, there was a slowly rotating point of deep purple light.

"This is ?......," the old woman whispered as she gazed at the point of light, and then her body shook suddenly, and she slammed the gem directly into her hand, and by the time she opened her palm again, the gem was gone.

Silence reappeared in the cabin, but this time it was the owner who fell silent. For the dark green ball of light, Sovelan didn't care about it. As the Lord of Nothingness said, the postman has no right to know the contents of the package. On the other hand, there's no reason for the postman to worry about the consignee, does he?

After a long time, the old woman in the cloak sighed softly, as if she had made an extremely difficult decision. Her palm swiped over the empty tabletop, and a long, narrow fragment with a dark golden sheen appeared silently.

Looking at the familiar glow, Soveland's pupils shrank suddenly. "This, this is the Destiny Shard!" he exclaimed, looking up at the Chaos Prophet on the other side, "How could it be in your hands! Right?!"

The old woman nodded. "Yes, I took it, for this is not a relic that mortals can grasp......" her voice grew distant, "and this Destiny Shard. It's also about your next task......"

"My mission?" Sovereign asked, looking at the Destiny Shard, "Didn't you say let me wait, and things would come to me on their own?"

The Chaos Prophet looked up at Soveland. "That's right, isn't that what you're looking for?" Sovereign smiled bitterly and didn't speak, he knew it would never be that simple. "Finding the other two slivers is your mission. The Prophet said.

Soviran's brow twitched. This request was not surprising. Because from the first time he saw this "Heavenly Destiny Shard", he knew that this holy relic should not be a complete body in the strict sense, and he didn't know why, and he didn't know who broke it into its current state.

"Are there two more, right? and what else? are there any other clues?" asked Soveland.

The Prophet shook his head. "Yes, there are two more pieces, but even I don't know where they are scattered...... But if you see it, you'll recognize it at a glance. The old woman paused, as if the sudden appearance of the green gem and the task of the Destiny Fragment had exhausted her, and she had completely lost the mood for conversation. "If there are no other problems, just leave the price to pay and go......"

"The price?" Sovereign's heart was shocked, accompanied by a soft sound of metal breaking, and before he could reach out and press his neckline, a bright silver band of light grabbed into the palm of the Chaos Prophet's suddenly raised hand. "Give it back to me, it's a relic left to me by my father!" he angrily tried to rush forward and snatch the necklace back, but his body was frozen in place by a mysterious force, and he couldn't take a step forward.

The old woman gazed at the pendant hanging from the palm of her hand, an oak insignia carved into a disc. "There's a letter in there, isn't it? a letter from your father...... It's your most important thing......" Her voice was slow, "leave it here, and when the dust settles, when you fulfill your duties as a 'preacher', I will give it back to you myself......" She said and met Soveran's red eyes with the darkness under her hood, "Remember, everything has a price, and this is the price you have to pay......"

After the Chaos Prophet finished speaking, the power that imprisoned Sovereign was suddenly lifted. Faced with a huge disparity in strength, Essaouiran found that he had to accept the current result, whether he wanted it or not. Staring at the thin figure, Sovereign said word by word, "I'll definitely get it back!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to that day as soon as possible, my Highness ......," the Chaos Prophet replied.

Sovereign took a deep look at the necklace and turned to grasp the doorknob. "Last question, why me?" he didn't look back, "What if I die for your 'mission'?"

"Why you, because I don't have a better choice......" Ruru's real gaze shot out of the darkness in the corner, and the other man's voice was still very old, but with a slight banter, "Don't take yourself too seriously, young man...... If you die, believe me, you're not the first and won't be the last......"

The wooden door opened, and then quickly closed, and the only thing left in the wooden house, which had fallen back to silence, was the old woman wrapped in a cloak. She casually placed the necklace on the bookshelf next to it, alongside the other displays. The dark green gem reappeared in her hand, fainting with a dreamy glow.

"Can't even you sit still?...... "the Lord of the Void, Berich, and the only dragon, Voltava......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for the monthly pass to Zhixu Ji Shou Jing Du (I only saw it today...... ), compass bye.