"Change back."

The moment she heard this, Vana heard a loud noise at the same time, a continuous roar that is difficult to describe and a tearing scream mixed with the burning flames, which did not come from a specific direction, but seemed to be emitting this terrible sound from the entire city-state, and even the whole world.

In the midst of this heart-wrenching roar, she looked at the figure standing behind the Last Missionary—it was the "Captain Duncan" she had seen in her dreams, but unlike the last time she had seen, standing there was a "ghost" completely shrouded in flames, all over which was in the form of an illusory spirit.

It only took a moment for Fanna to judge that this was not the main body, but another projection - only this projection was coming to the tower with her as a "medium" at this moment, and she could feel the flow of power, feel something burning in her soul, and feel a voice in her head that did not belong to her.

She subconsciously raised her hands, and saw that there was a dark green flame quietly attached to her body, and saw the burning fire spreading under her feet, and she realized, that the ghost captain had long ago turned her into some kind of "node" capable of projecting power, and this erosion and pollution had long been far beyond her and Bishop Valentine's imagination, and all this ...... It's all for today.

In the next second, the whole world in her eyes changed dramatically.

The dark green flames spread out - in every sea of fire, in every pile of ashes, in every rising smoke and dust, the dark green flames had been lurking for an unknown amount of time, and at this moment they burst out in full force, engulfing the entire city-state in an instant!

It was too quick to react, or rather, it was done long before the "reality invasion" began—Vana recalled what she had seen on the other side of the Veil, and suddenly realized that the fire created by the Last Preachers and the Solar Heretics had unwittingly become carriers of the ghostly flame...... Their act of burning the entire city-state with flames was the final step that the ghost captain needed to complete the usurpation!

A terrible cry suddenly sounded, awakening Vanna, who looked at the source of the sound and saw that the wizened Missionary of the Last Dead had also burned with ghostly flames, twisting and howling like a torch at the edge of the platform, and the sight of the city-state being usurped by the sight of the city-state being usurped in an instant was reflected in his melting eyes, which made the madman cry out and curse:

"Foolishness, foolishness! Destroyed! You have rejected the gift of subspace, and you will be tormented forever in this world of suffering...... Foolish!! ”

However, in contrast to the madman's curse, it was a different scene—

Purand, who was completely incinerated by the Ghost Flame, is recovering at an incredible speed!

Buildings burned by the flames are rapidly recovering, roads torn apart by the melt are healing, the rain of fire from the sky has stopped, the clouds that seem to have fallen like the end of the world are rapidly melting like a step back in time, and even a corner of the normal sky has emerged on the edge of the city-state, and it is even more distant......

There was a long-standing bell.

As Captain Duncan said, change back.

Vanna's eyes widened as she watched this incomprehensible scene, she never thought that the city-state that had been completely destroyed could really be repaired, and soon, she realized what the essence of this "repair" was-

The historical contamination of the Last Preachers and the Heresy of the Sun is being stripped away, and the "pseudo-history" that has completely covered the city-state of Purland and replaced reality is being "repelled" by some powerful force. Go!

She looked at the tall figure standing not far away, but the latter was only calmly staring at the last preacher who was about to be charred, and only then spoke softly as if talking to herself: "Anything can be polluted, except for the ...... of subspace."

The last preacher was not even dead, and although he had completely distorted into an inhuman form, a hoarse and shocked voice came from the pile of coke: "You...... You've turned this city-state into a part of the Lost Country?! ”

"The Lost is the Ark of promises, and I think we can open up the idea of the Ark," Duncan smiled and bent down slightly, "If the ship encounters the Lost at sea will be assimilated and absorbed,

So...... Why can't Prand, who is under my gaze, be seen as another lost country? ”

A loud bell of the ship's arrival came from afar, and Fanna subconsciously looked up into the distance, and in the next second, she saw a scene that was enough to shock her-

She saw a boat.

The Lost Ship appeared, sailing from the direction of the Boundless Sea, burning with monstrous spiritual fire, and the translucent spiritual sails fluttered like a curtain covering the sky.

The ship crossed the shore, past the rapidly recovering harbor, and sailed as if it were sailing on the water, straight into the city-state of Purland, already covered with green flames, and marched majestically among the walls, houses, and towers that were constantly being repaired and replaced, flanked on either side. Ripple out the illusory ripples, and with each ripple, the city-state will be repaired further, and it looks as if the whole of Pland has been reborn in the wake of the Lost Country!

"You...... You can save this city-state...... But it can't stop the sun from coming down......" There was a faint sound from the pile of twisted coke on the platform that had once been the Last Preacher, like the last murmur before the nightmare had dissipated, "even if it was just a few fragments summoned from history...... It's enough to ...... again Destroy...... Doomed to ......"

The sound faded and faded away, and the twisted pile of char finally drained all life, turning into a canopy of dust that drifted in the wind under the burning of the spirit flames.

Vanna, on the other hand, suddenly reacted when she heard the words of the Last Missionary, and she suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw that the "black sun" with extremely bright edges and black and red inside like an abyssal hole was still suspended high above the city-state, and the agitation inside the sun became even more obvious and intense than before!

The flames of the Lost Country removed the historical contamination of Purland, but the desecrated sun ...... It was not a part of Plender from the beginning, it was a projection of history summoned by the Ministers of the Last Dead and the Children of the Sun, and it existed independently of all canonical and pseudo-histories!

"Something is awakening in the black sun!" At this moment, Vanna even forgot the respective identities of herself and the "Captain Duncan", and subconsciously reminded loudly, "It will ......"

Duncan only waved his hand at her.

Then, when Vanna saw the ghost captain turn in the direction of the blasphemous sunwheel, he raised his hand as if calling and greeting something, and spoke in a gentle voice—

"Come this way...... Yes, don't worry, you won't fall, just move forward.

"Remember how to ride? It's like that...... Come, and I'll hold you on. ”

In the next second, a bright golden flame arc suddenly stung Vanna's vision, and she saw a huge gap tear open at the edge of the black sun, and an arc of flame jumped on Captain Duncan as if cheering, and with the departure of this flame, a terrible howl suddenly sounded in the blasphemous and terrifying sun wheel in the sky!

As if some kind of giant beast suddenly suffered a blow through the heart, the black-red sun core was quickly covered with countless dazzling red cracks, and the bright and dazzling light wheel on its edge was infected and burned by the dark green flame in an instant, and then, the dark green flame began to burn rapidly into the dark core of the sun, and the agitation in the dark core completely disappeared, and the faint vitality before was almost gone in the blink of an eye, it cracked, and the hot and boiling substance flowed out of it, But before it fell into the city-state, it was burned by the ubiquitous green flames.

With a continuous stream of screams, roars, and crackling explosions, the misshapen, blasphemous sun finally disintegrated, leaving only a few debris to fall into the ripples on the edge of the Lost Country.

The Lost Ship had now sailed to the heart of the city-state, and it had risen in a spirit state, approaching the bell tower of the cathedral in an illusory sea and ripples, the sails of the spirits that covered the sky swept across the sky, and the light and shadow of the masts and cables swept past Vanna.

She heard the bell ringing, it was the bell of the cathedral—the bell tower at her foot had broken free from the pollution of history, and the bell ringing mechanism was running automatically.

Little by little, the figure of Archbishop Valentine appeared in the air - the successful return of the archbishop who had guarded the city-state until the last moment proved that the branch of history that pointed to destruction had completely disappeared.

Vanna's gaze didn't stay on the archbishop, she was still staring at Duncan not far away, who had already turned away

Body—he was surrounded by a leaping arc of flame, the warmth and brightness of the flame softening even his gloomy and majestic face.

"I thought you'd come up with a jump," Duncan said to Vana with a smile as if he were talking to a friend, "just like last time." ”

“…… I'm not a brainless person. ”

"yes, I thought you loved jumping slashes—after all, every full-fledged warrior can't resist the urge to jump at the opposite side," Duncan teased casually, reaching out to soothe the slightly restless arc of flames around him, before nodding to Vanna, "I'm done, see you next time." ”

Fanna was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stepped forward: "Wait! You can't just ......."

Duncan, however, had already turned, waved his hand, and strode into the air beyond the platform of the bell tower—the towering stern of the Lost Homeland slowly moved past the tower, and the captain on the deck was at the helm himself.

Duncan's projection, wrapped in spirit flames, stepped directly onto the ship, becoming one with his own body.

He stood on the helm with the steering wheel in his hand and smiled and nodded to Vanna.

The massive ghost ship began to pick up speed, and the illusory hull sailed over Purland, sailing towards the shores on the other side of the city-state in a ripple that gradually rippled, towards the endless sea.