The battle for divine blood is over, and the [Paradise Lost for Bandits] created by Anthony with the strength of his life is finally in ruins. Sheldon felt that he could no longer linger in such a place of right and wrong, and immediately left with Merlin. With the exception of Merlin himself, everyone lost their memories after Merlin came into contact with the Divine Blood, and the vacant memories were filled by the result of "the Divine Blood disappeared on its own".

No one is happy, at least for those who are still in the deserted Paradise Lost. Anthony sat at the door of the inn, staring at the ruins in front of him in a daze, and kept talking to himself, as if something was wrong with his spirit; William stood beside him, and kept saying comfort, but most of his eyes were still helpless and sighing; Laurent had a stunned expression on his face, and the [choir] in the air gradually shrank into metal balls into his cuffs, and the [True Eye] in his hand lost its original luster, and the time he had been looking for slipped away with the wind, and he could only admit it in the face of this ending.

After the bishop of the "Dissociation Sect" was beheaded by William, his body was decomposed by the [Dissociation Hand], and this powerful first-level magic weapon was lying on the ground covered with sores in such a grand manner, it seems that no one is willing to touch this evil thing, and making fun of their own lives is not a good rule of survival.

"Where the hell have you gone......" Laurent frowned, shook off his cuffs, and a small piece of iron fell from within, which quickly lengthened and stretched into a cane, which he held in one hand.

He's leaving. There's nothing left here to keep him in.

"Take care." Laurent looked at the sad duo behind her, raised an eyebrow expressionlessly, and slowly walked towards the broken exit of Paradise Lost.

He narrowed his eyes and was surprised to see that a man had walked through the gate of Paradise Lost. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, but this guy has done the opposite. He didn't have the energy to care what he wanted to do, so he took a look at the other party and drifted away.

"You say, should I die now?" The fat man covered his face weakly and wiped his tears slowly, "How can a person live so poorly in this life!" Paradise Lost was only open for three days before it was destroyed like this! ”

William kept patting his fleshy back: "If you can live, you will live, anyway, this piece of land is still yours." You must have more than that, right? ”

"I'm so tired." Anthony's eyes were hazy as he looked out at the crystal bridge in the distance, a shallow layer of mist on the wide Tata River, "Maybe the fate of this town is doomed." Things that are not beautiful, things that are freewheeling, things that are chaotic are going to be destroyed after all...... Ha ha! ”

"I never felt that there was anything bad about [Paradise Lost], the time when I became a 'legendary gambling star' was one of the few happy moments in my life." William said.

Anthony turned his head slowly, his neck was so thick that he was a little red when he looked at William: "You are one of the few true friends in my life. ”

"What do you say, if it's not a friend, how can I help you?" William sat next to the fat man, "If you die, I won't pick up the mess in your hands." You know, the crystal plate bridge is under your jurisdiction. ”

"So what? I really don't—" The fat man's words were interrupted abruptly, and their eyes were drawn to one in unison.

The man not far away was holding a transparent box in his hand, the material looked like glass, but its surface was carved with some complex magic patterns, if it was ordinary glass, it would definitely not be able to withstand such a huge force, and it shattered with a clatter. His mouth vibrated with words, and a thin mist of magic power erupted from his hand, slowly activating the spell on it.

Only then did the two realize that the man was standing on the edge of this strange glove. Anthony kindly beckoned to him and shouted, "Don't go near that glove!" Dangerous! ”

But he ignored himself, and continued to spit out words of unknown meaning in his mouth, the box in his hand became brighter and brighter, and the luster on the surface was actually gurgling down, wrapping the surface of the glove!

The Dissociating Hand moved, and it slowly floated into the air, slowly moving towards the box, and was finally contained in the center of the box. The man squinted at them and turned away in silence, as if the two of them were just two monkeys yelling loudly on the side of the road.

"Do you know who he is?" William asked.

Anthony shook his head and said, "I don't know, this glove is obviously weird, at least a second-level magic weapon." The other party seems to have come prepared, and he has a special containment vessel in his hand, so he may be familiar with this thing. ”

"Why don't you pick up this glove, it's yours." William said half-jokingly.

The fat man immediately straightened his face: "Of course you can, but you may not see me in this life." ”

The two of them were in the middle of the broken town, chatting without saying a word, and the demon sun moved little by little in the sky.

The final destination of these gloves is in the Palazzo Poserona. The Hand of Dissociation arrived a little earlier than King Charles had expected, as the Primordials had not yet given up the church of the Dissociation in the Orc District.

The young king had a deep smile on his face, and no one knew whether he was in a good or bad mood at the moment. The Dissociating Hand was encased in a special container, and he looked condescendingly at the pair of gloves that dissolved all things, his eyes becoming more and more greedy, like a cobra that had coveted its prey for a long time.

Philip stood aside, quietly waiting for the other party's dispatch, and most of the time the king followed a solitary code of conduct, and did not say anything to him. He seemed to Charles to be just an insignificant, cowardly eunuch, which was what he hoped for.

"Your Majesty Charlie, please take a look at the battle report of the first three days of the Orc Special Zone." Philip had just received the letterhead from the envoy and was the first to report it.

Charlie narrowed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "No need, you can just take it apart and read it." ”

Philip trembled and unwrapped the oil seal on the letterhead, pulled out a piece of pale yellow parchment from within, and began to read it sentence by sentence.

"The situation was much more difficult than expected, as some of the orcs had also converted to the original church, becoming the vast majority of the resistance outside the church. But we have found a solution, and we will complete the task within a day......"

At this time, the orc special area was not as calm as the letter said, this was the last position of the dissociation faction, and all the instructors resisted desperately, taking out all their strength to feed. In fact, the orc's obstruction was not the main reason, and after the officers who came to explain the reason to them, most of the orcs scratched their heads and turned away.

Most of the orcs here are untrained civilians, and their muscles are not as developed as they were during the orc rebellion. After hearing that it was just a change of power within the church, they said they didn't understand it. The orcs who enter the orc zone have their own work on their hands, and they will not put down their work to do something dispensable if they don't have to. There were, of course, exceptions, and the orcs were quickly taken down by the well-trained Constructed Knights, beaten up, and finally fled.

The current church is full of core members of the dissociation faction in the original church, and everyone's magic level is not bad, not to mention that the church itself is also very strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will not be able to enter for a while. The two sides are consuming here, but the disparity in strength between the two sides is huge, and it is clear who wins and who loses.

The members of the Dissociation faction are hopeful, because their bishop has personally activated the [Hand of Dissociation], a first-level magic weapon, and as long as they obtain the divine blood hidden in the [Paradise Lost for Bandits], they will definitely be able to win this struggle for power. When the time comes, maybe even the Primordial Sect will be swallowed up by them.

Unfortunately, their hopes could not wait, just as the hope of the [Miracle Statue] to finally regain its power was dashed.

The stone statue, almost losing all its strength, lies in the middle of a deserted village. The breeze blows, and the birds in the sky land on the cracked stones to peck at the insects between the cracks, and traces of moss and green grass dot the stone statue.

It still has a chance to fulfill its last wish, and it has witnessed its own failure, which was caused by the hands of a young boy. Remember that earlier, this little boy also let a team of centaurs out of its control, and it seems that it is no coincidence.

It seems that the realization of a miracle is still too difficult.

[O great god of Dharma......]

[I hope to be able to return to the place where I started. 】

The stone statue that had devoured the fate of countless human beings slowly vanished, shattered into petals of brilliant streamers, and flew towards the mysterious and intricate Rubis.

It returned to the bottom of a large tree and regained its role as one of the companions under the tree. The tree was so big and foliage that the sunlight could not successfully leak through the sky, but there was still a lazy and sweet glow underneath the tree. Countless runes flew up and down around this towering giant tree, but they did not appear noisy at all, but instead gave the surrounding everything a sense of tranquility and beauty.

The tree has its own name, and His name is Estino.