The silence and withering of the black castle for thousands of years was ended by a mad nobleman, and the moment the ancient creature stepped out of the black mist, all the forces hiding in the darkness held their breath, and the chaotic capital that showed its sharp fangs in the dark night would be a holy place that could not be desecrated.

In the far corner, the black fog is difficult to reach, and the light is also dim and weak, a magic pattern stands in the void, flickering, the mysterious magic light is slowly gathering the darkness around it, and the thing wrapped in this darkness is not the coming bright beauty, a ** body and the initiator of all the chaos, just like a baby in the swaddling baby staring at the ink pupils, curiously looking at everything in the world.

Li Laifu stared at the top of the sky in a daze, his pitch-black pupils bloomed with two completely different extreme colors, one pupil reflected a brilliant white light, which was extremely sacred, it was the brilliant light from the Sage Osiris, and the other pupil was darker than before, with a trace of dead silence in the depth, like a dead soul.

The carrion corpse that came out of the chaotic city actually fought with the Sage Osiris, and the black mist was monstrous, and the fighting spirit was rampant.

In other words, his plan succeeded.

The black death fighting aura is like a life-seeking scythe held in the hand of the god of death, quietly reaping the magnificent power of light, as a sage who has spanned the long river of time, in this case, he did not show the slightest crushing posture of devastation, but staggered to dodge in the black fog, as if these filthy breaths were full of fear of rejection.

"Is this your strategy, god of Wissar, to save your humble life by arguing with the mighty men of this era, and the imprint of the gods will be dimmed by your cowardice!"

Osiris's roar also seemed so divine and majestic, the angel's wings bloomed with divine brilliant light, and the twisted dagger was put away by him in this stalemate battle, maybe a little unbelievable, but the Sage knew very well in his heart that he felt the forbidden killing thing of the Church of Light', 'Twisted Light', and seemed to have an innate disgust when facing this carrion.

This grotesque style of disgust is similar to the rejection of a noble man with a habit of cleanliness when faced with the poor, in addition to disdain and anger, there is even a faint fear of wanting to escape.

Once again, a blazing flame smashed into the head of the rotting corpse, and the Sage Osiris suddenly regretted coming to this strange era, you know, the power of rules restricts everything in him, even if he gets the strength of the peak, but here, he still can't indifferently wield the power he should have.

Sure enough, the mysterious ancient carrion directly swallowed the burning Holy Flame into his stomach, and the flame of light, which symbolized sanctions, was as delicious to him as a dessert after a nobleman's dinner.

There was a hint of madness on the Sage's majesty with a hint of youthful frivolity, and he wanted to break through the power of the rules of this era, which in the epic records was an inadmissible move, and it was likely to attract the true ominous to descend.

The madman was frightened, and he was begging for forgiveness from the ghost. ”

The god of Wisar whispered to himself, and Li Laifu's ink-colored pupils revealed a sudden realization.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the black castle that was still dark and deep beneath his feet, and a ridiculous idea came to him, but unfortunately, the deep tone of the god of Vesar sounded before he could speak, and tried to shatter his thoughts.

"Human, don't hope for the impossible, I can sense some clues, there seems to be a few foul breaths in that strange castle, very strong, at least not weaker than that dead corpse. ”

"But I still want to try, the god of Wissar, the benefit is always proportional to the effort, isn't it?"

Li Laifu said with a smile, now he has long forgotten about death.

The golden flames in the eyes of the god of Vesar were spreading, after all, it was a god, even if there was only one head left, it still carried a little inexplicable sacredness.

His silent breaths were like the rise of an era for Li Laifu, and the firm answer after that meant the end of the era, of course, a wry smile appeared on Li Laifu's face.

"I refuse. ”

The child stared at the black castle at his feet, and the unwilling bitterness rushed to his head, he was not the troubadour he used to be, and now, whether it was Li Laifu from the land of China, or Emery, the last seed of hope of the Max family, there was great potential, the perception of the five systems of magic, the ability to enter the sea of wisdom and ignorance recklessly, as well as the ancient magic books, all the backgrounds and signs, indicating that this child is likely to have his own glorious moment in a certain era.

Gradually, Li Laifu's dark eyes became a little deep, calm as a sea of waves, and it was not until this second at this moment that the child walked out of the chatter and noise, and walked towards the wise silence he once had.

"Black Castle, one day I will come back, death or destruction. ”

The whisper was inaudible, for all the forces had been drawn to the pinnacle battle between light and darkness, an oath of dust, simply unable to make any ripples in the deep sea

"How many big people have been stained with the blood of this sinful land to make the angels who come to sanction seem so cautious. ”

At the top of the Colosseum, the Duke of El reflected the hideous appearance of Osiris in his slightly lost eyes, his fat hands grasped the cross coat of arms, and began to pray silently, the obscure chanting spread throughout Mostima, the thorns pierced his precious skin, and the shocking drops of blood dripped down the cross to the ground, but he seemed to be unaware, and his still pious face was shrouded in holy light and black fog, and there was a calm wind before the crucifixion of the God of Light.

As a high priest, although he is still in the high position of the Duke of Tustin Kingdom, he still can't change the idea of the supremacy of light that has been carried out in his mind for many years, and he can't accept that angels, a race of gods who only show their majesty in mythology, have encountered a bitter battle in the land of sin.

"The City of Chaos has been involved in three Holy Wars of Light, and unfortunately, this is a cursed land that even the cardinals of the Vatican Church dare not set foot in lightly. ”

The beauty in the flames is like a rose in the thorn bush, and the stinger is hidden in the show, and Sabel is undoubtedly such a tormenting forbidden flower.

"As a clergyman, I certainly know about these painful black histories. ”

Duke El slowly opened his eyes, his small and shrewd eyes revealed the unique cunning of merchants, he gently threw out an eternal gold coin, ** female angel pattern churned in the air with three-dimensional beauty, he looked at the somewhat embarrassed young angel through the huge painted oil painting window, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Turning around, El's very strong body suddenly seemed to emerge with a knightly strong momentum, he looked down at the lich who was pulling his head and the soul fire had dimmed, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Ugly and weak undead creatures, you should really throw you all into the wilderness and abyss to worship the ancient gods, Sabel, as a member of the 'ascetic', I hope you don't have to let me say more." ”

"The light is with Archpriest El. ”

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the Colosseum of Mostima, the cold blue-haired woman disappeared in the darkness, and Sabel, who was surrounded by flames, nodded with a smile, and after a classic compliment, the flames that enveloped her suddenly turned into a big red hand, and the gray-robed lich who had lost her mind and a lot of soul power gradually disappeared.

Duke El slowly walked to the table decorated with ancient Hebrew inscriptions, and took a glass of crystal clear rum, the fragrance of which permeated the tip of his nose, and he raised his goblet to the sky where light and shadow were arguing, and his small eyes seemed to see an illusory scene.

"I am El, the priest of Elder Cathedral, a nobleman from the kingdom of Tustin, and perhaps in the distant future, my name will be sung in the bards, the source of countless legendary titles, because I destroyed one of the darkest and most sinful capitals on the Eternal Continent. ”

Far away in the chaotic capital is the small town of Kabul, where two different extremes, peace and sin, become close companions, which is still similar to the black joke of ancient Hebrew.

Unfortunately, the silence and peace of Kabul in the distance seemed to have lost the peace of the past, and the glorious holy knights of the brigade were coming on horseback, the dust was rising wantonly, the civilians who heard the wind were all afraid, and the banner of Kabul was falling in the wind, you know, the neighing of the horses and the cry of the knights full of faith had not shown their grandeur here for many years.

War horses, as well as knights' spirits, and the unpredictable ** of mankind, have all begun to appear in the place where light and darkness are intertwined, and they have not continued to be silent, and there is a long sigh of old nobility from the commanding heights of the chaotic capital, and in the long sigh, there are countless exiles praying for the arrival of darkness.

The battle above the sky was coming to an end, and the sage Osiris, who had almost destroyed the civilization of Vesar, could not bear the humiliation of being defeated by the darkness again and again, accompanied by a very incongruous spitting like a shrew, this young man who could not be stopped by years inspired the true power of light, and the brilliant light of the peak shone on the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, the carrion corpse that came out of the black castle fell into the wind, and the broken body melted as quickly as if it had fallen into the sun.

But almost at the same moment, somewhere in the far reaches of the Eternal Continent, a dusty magic bell tower suddenly shone with elemental light on the spire, the broken tower body told the ancient battle, and a murmur of wisdom echoed between the heavens and the earth, and there seemed to be a faint sound of waves quietly spreading.

The black streamer pierced the sky, and the half-cut dry bone staff that had lost the top gem crossed the endless soil, skimmed over countless mysterious territories, and headed for the dark land.