The black philosophy of the god of Wieser Li Laifu has already been slightly understood, this kind of righteous and awe-inspiring 'I am right, my existence is the truth' type hegemony has been used by Li Laifu with a smile on others at a certain time, at that time he was surrounded by the mysterious old butler Troy, and the short and gloomy old viscount Goulet, but now these people are gone, the brilliance of the knight family is dim, the golden double sword coat of arms has lost its former glory, and it is natural that someone needs to pay the price for the arrogance of the past.

A small white dot slowly fell, and the distant darkness became palpable.

The saint's pair of divine angel wings seemed to have really withered, a few lonely white feathers fluttering in the bloody breeze, and distant gazes were blazing, mysterious, and whispering with deep smiles, the wicked and the exiles, or other forces hiding in the chaotic city to get a piece of the pie, were quietly waiting for the moment when the silence would be ended, and some of them had even hid in the dark ghost place of the chaotic capital for decades, and they were crying and anxious every moment looking forward to the end of their miserable lives。

Like an inconspicuous speck of dust, the god of Wisar slowly fell from the sky, his dark eyes staring straight ahead, and then raising his non-existent head.

A dark and deep ancient castle stands in the dark night, the Gothic architecture is vividly displayed, the black spikes that reveal the smell of evil blood are so eye-catching, the eight ancient pillars carved with many unknown demons and wizards stand in a ring, and countless white souls are wailing, crying enough to defile the holy coat of arms blessed by the Pope of Light, as if just standing here, you have already seen the fangs of hell when the gates of hell opened.

"The god of Wissar, there is only one life, this is what you told me. ”

This is the first time that Li Laifu has seen the holy place of the chaotic capital up close, although he still looks up, he has lost his original longing and awe.

Because of this sinful and ugly ghost place, he lost a girl with pupils of the same color, and all the exaggerated or childish promises and smiles came to an abrupt end with the disappearance of the girl, although Li Laifu has always had an inexplicable affirmation in his heart, but it is still difficult to let go of this abrupt humiliation.

Jean didn't die, she had no reason to die.

However, she also had no reason to come back.

Li Laifu's helpless sigh was very faint at the foot of the black castle, and an ancient chant sounded, and the god of Wisar revealed his remaining head, and a light completely different from the light of magic mysteries bloomed on the sinful land of the chaotic capital, and the nine magic patterns of the Vesar civilization era were like fluttering butterflies, swirling around this white head, and suddenly the majestic and elegant divine aura was mixed with this outsider.

The golden soul fire in the eye socket means 'king' and even the most glorious 'emperor' in the strict hierarchy of undead creatures, and although most of the clergy prefer to refer to this group of dark and stupid but powerful creatures that make them fearful of more dark and negative words such as 'the evil of the bones' or 'the soulless stalker in the ruins', it still does not change that this flame represents the pride of the strong.

"Human beings only have one life, God is different, I have been brilliant in Wiesar, and I want to try to be lonely here. ”

The voice of the god of Wisal had a playful smile, Li Laifu was stunned, and he suddenly felt an uneasy mood spreading after gaining some control of his body.

"White head, the power of the rules of the Age of Light is as strong as that terrible birdman can't resist, let alone a skeleton that has lost its glory days, arrogance will only harm you. ”

"Ignorant and self-proclaimed intelligent human beings, you still need to grow. ”

The head of the god of Wisal pretended to be compassionate, and when he looked up to the sky and sighed, he did not give Li Laifu any chance to escape, and the nine magic patterns bloomed with an incomparably dazzling ancient light, regaining control of the child's body.

Under the night, Li Laifu's dark eyes are even deeper, in addition to the indifference and confidence that he should have when he was young, he even faintly revealed a strange look that does not belong to the indescribable, if Li Laifu was more human at the previous moment, then at this moment, the breath of this child around his body is like a supreme god.

"I'm not going to go back to that time that was about to fall, he told me that the years are the most comfortable refuge, and that I need to wait until someone who is good enough to restore Wissar to his glory. ”

Li Laifu muttered, there was a golden flame burning in his dark eyes, he was not Li Laifu, but the fallen god who had crossed the long river of time!

Slightly fiery eyes looked up at the dark castle in front of him, as if he thought of something very interesting, and the corners of Li Laifu's mouth outlined a perfect arc.

Wissar's sacrificial war song resounded in the chaotic capital, and the land of sin and blood emerged as a great magical phantom emerged under the magnificent chanting of the poems.

The ruins of the billet wall, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and there are sacrificial pillars lit one by one on the Gobi, which is actually the projection of the altar of the gods of Vissar.

"Whoever sees me will be wise, and the mystical ocean will ripple like old wrinkles.

Whoever insults me will die, and will struggle and wail in the long river of years, like an elegy to hell.

Whoever believes in me will have eternal life, and history will not leave a trace, but you cannot go back, and it is difficult to move forward.

Whoever forsakes me will meet with calamity, and the world will kiss me with pain, and I will repay it with a lament. ”

The distant chant spanned thousands of years and came to this sinful land wrapped in blood and smiles, a pillar of light rose to the sky, and nine magic patterns as dazzling as stars flowed, they took everyone's attention, and the chaos of the chaotic capital began at this moment, and it was no longer just a competition of interests between human beings.

The old scolding came from the depths of the black castle, no longer a murmur, this time it seemed as if there was really an ancient mage roaring because of anger, the vicissitudes of intonation with a strange rhythm, like the rapid singing of magic spells, one after another mysteries contained unwilling syllables to spit out, so that the chaotic capital fell into a stalemate of panic.

The Black Castle was silent at times, irritable at other times, and the arrival of the half-dry bone staff signaled the beginning of negotiations between the Dark Lords, but with the intervention of the god of Vesar and the ancient-stirring stick, the negotiations must have broken with anger.

A dark light shone and rushed into the vast sky, and the half-dried bone staff also rushed out of the dark castle of death with this dark light, and in the distance, the older generation of exiles shouted, and an old mage who had lost his right eye showed surprise on the folded skin, and trembled and stretched out his left hand, pointing at the half-dry bone magic scepter that seemed to have escaped, with a shocked expression.

The half-cut staff of dry bones seemed to have expended a lot of mana in the battle with the Sage Osiris, and at this moment, the body of the staff twisted like dead wood was covered with cracks, as if it could become the next powerhouse to wither in the chaotic city at any time.

The god of Wissal was thoughtful, but still did not stop the provocative act of under-beating, and the sacrificial war song of the era of Wissal civilization sounded again, and the tune full of black philosophy fell into the black castle like raindrops.

Finally, in addition to the carrion corpse that could rival the sage who suppressed the strength, a second humanoid creature appeared in the black castle!

A rickety figure slowly stood up from the top of the bloody and sinful spikes, and the night gave him the capital to hide his appearance, only the magic scepter in his hand, which was much more slender than his own body, revealed his mage status.

The god of Weisar smiled, and Li Laifu also smiled, and the inky pupils revealed a strong battle intent, which was a desire for a challenge.

Two dark and deep rays of light burst out, and the magic light that bloomed was extremely dazzling, and those who lurked in the corner subconsciously closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, the chaotic capital had fallen silent.

The rickety but palpitating figure of the mage disappeared, and Li Laifu's figure, which was so small that it was hidden by the light of darkness, disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

Some of the exiles looked at each other, their faces full of ignorance and depression.

The divine flame unleashed by the angels still burned in the remote corners of the black earth, and the crackling and cracking were intertwined with the trembling wails and cries, like a song of tune before an epic drama.

In every distant ancient land of the Eternal Continent, there are beings who are extremely wise and ignorant that have been awakened, perhaps because the glow of the Divine Flame reflects their glorious years, or because the song of the Vissar sacrifice has caused boredom among some aesthetically tired people, but in any case, some dusty past events are unrepentant.

In the Eternal Continent, the age of peace is passing with the ancient chanting, and the war years of crime and punishment, flowers and blood, glory and glory are about to begin.

By the way, this year is the year 517 of the eternal calendar.

(Weekend freshman registration, there may be some things, Xiaoyang wants to take a day off, I hope the brothers approve it!!)