There was a black crowd fleeing from the streets, and a black figure stood motionless in front of the tower, which was 100 meters high, made of marble throughout, and the supporting stone pillars told the world its ancient history.

He quietly looked up at this tower, without saying a word, the people who were hurriedly sheltering from the rain flowed around, at this moment time seemed to stand still, the movements of pedestrians were frozen, the rain stopped in the air, and the world seemed so quiet.

Wow.

The next moment the rain fell again, and the noise in the streets was heard again.

The devil's ring on his middle finger glowed black, and as if sensing something, he glanced at the solemn church in the distance, and then stepped into Atta.

Stepping here, a sense of grandeur and grandeur can not help but splendid: the surrounding walls are painted with strange patterns, like a group of naked people dancing around the bonfire, and like a group of devils constantly pounce on the bonfire, which is extremely strange and gives people a strong visual impact; The stone staircase slowly spirals up the wall, and when you look up from below, you can see a bright red at the top of the tower.

He circled up the stone staircase, and after about half an hour he reached the top of the tower, and through the window he looked at the vague outline of the city below, and sighed and said, "Everything in this city, how many years have passed, it is still so dirty and ugly, it really hasn't changed at all." ”

There was no strange pattern on the wall at the top of the tower, only a frame framed with gold on the canvas, and the painting was blank, with only a very small black dot, which would not have been noticeable if you did not look closely.

On the black stone platform beneath the frame is a black sword.

Retracting his gaze, he turned to the stone platform, looked at the black long sword and asked, "After so many years, you still can't find a way to resurrect her?" ”

No one answered, except for the sound of the rain knocking on the windows, the silence was terrible, and there was a sense of oppression in the air.

"Should or shouldn't?" He said coldly.

After a while, the blade of the long sword trembled slightly, and a sword roar sounded, and then a white phantom came out of the long sword, and the phantom gradually transformed into a human form, and its appearance was exactly like his.

A sigh broke the inhibition, "Hey, why bother, Simon? ”

"Yes or no?"

The Phantom glanced at the ghost ring on Simon's middle finger and sighed again, "No, you still can't forget it after all these years - Simon, are you really so disgusted with humans?" ”

"No, you're wrong, I'm not disgusted with humans, on the contrary, I'm glad I was born to be human - but the whole world is squeezing me and restraining me, and I have to rise up and resist!"

"Indeed, it is the League of Nations that is sorry for you, but you should not ...... either"

"Shouldn't be anything, say it. ”

"Hey, you shouldn't be enchanted either, the Dark Demon Guild President. ”

"Hahaha, joke! What is Demon? What is God? Who defines? Is it up to you to define it? ”

"Simon!"

"Even if I'm going to be the enemy of the whole world, don't forget, you're also a part of my body."

Boom - a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, spreading rapidly in the heavy rain and splitting in all directions.

"Don't worry, I'm just a lonely ghost wandering the world, and there is nothing worth remembering in this world. ”

"What about Charmer?"

Simon paused, "They....... They have their own lives and should not be disturbed by me, a so-called sinner. ”

Hearing this, the phantom dived into the long sword, and a sentence floated in the air: "If she is still alive, she may not be dead."

Bang. The wind suddenly blew open the window, the fierce and biting cold wind mixed with the rain poured into the top of the tower, the words floating in the air were instantly drowned by me in the wind, his black cloak was blown by the hunting sound, he pulled the cloak blown by the wind, looking at the church that was still sacred and majestic in the wind and rain, a wisp of black gas quietly invaded the church.

"If she's alive, she's probably not. This fluttering word kept echoing in his mind, and he suddenly paused, his eyes shot two fine lights, and he murmured: "After so many years, I have searched the whole world and still have not found her soul, maybe she is really not dead." ”

"If you're really not dead, then where are you......" His deep voice, as if riding the wind and rain, sailed towards the church.