It's hard, Ivan.

Asa looked at Ivan's painful face as if he had fallen into a nightmare, and subconsciously reached out to grab his clenched right hand, but it still stopped in mid-air. The scene is completely out of control, the ancient Romesa seems to have risen from the ruins, and the battlefield is no longer occupied by people, but by god-like beings. He could still feel the change in the space, it was still a closed space that had nothing to do with the outside world, and it was still expanding, as if it really wanted to swallow up the whole world.

"Hold on a little longer...... Right?" he said in a very soft voice.

However, Ivan didn't seem to hear it.

The colorful points of light still engulfed the reality in his eyes, and Ivan felt as if he was falling from a high altitude, bathed in the rainbow-colored light that was still fresh in his memory. The vivid red is like a rainstorm, the blue rolls up a frenzy, the light yellow that flickers and darkens like a tornado, and the hazy green collapses. A boat-shaped rainbow plummeted down from the nearly collapsing sky, and the dots of light faded from far to near.

Actually, I don't feel pain, it's just a little sad. If the whole world doesn't exist zài, then naturally I don't exist either, so there's no need to cling. But Ivan still didn't want to sink into the dream, the reason had been forgotten, he just didn't want to.

That shadow?

Stretching out her arms like an angel, it seems to be a woman of the Feather Clan with long silver hair, her figure is like a mist, and she is also falling, with the rainbow.

It was as if she was looking up at the sky.

Tears glistened in her distracted eyes, and the color of those pupils was still clear in such a dazzling brilliance.

It's a pale gold as sharp as a sword.

I seem to have seen this Feather Clan! Not a dream, not a hallucination, not a very distant past. Who was she? very calm, with an immaculate face and a large blank space without half an expression. By the way, who am I, why did I meet her, and for whom?

Who's ...... Is it by my side?

It's lonely.

But again. It's like there's some kind of connection to another world, and there's some bitter warmth.

It seems that something can be remembered.

Time passed second by second, and the golden light around him became dim little by little, after all, Ivan usually couldn't even release three thousand magic power, but the moment he summoned the elf king of light, the magic power was close to ten thousand.

How could an ordinary person be overdrawn to such a point? This can no longer be described as a miracle. It's unbelievable. But now he couldn't hold on.

After hesitating for a moment, Asa grabbed Ivan's hand. The light of hope is about to be extinguished, and perhaps only darkness can fight against darkness. Suddenly, his hand released as quickly as an electric shock.

Where else is there between light and darkness...... Pure fire, reminiscent of blooming red flowers and beating hearts. Ruster, she's still alive?

In the distance, the girl strangled Yatel's neck with her own arm.

"Ah...... Fell into the lava...... It's so comfortable......"

A red pattern appeared on Rust's arm. Although she said it comfortably, the flames that danced on her body were already small and faint. Magma wasn't her magic after all. Ruster strangled Artel and wanted to drag him towards the lava, and the Red Witch, who had almost exhausted all her magic power, could only use such a clumsy method.

Artel was wrapped in manic black chains, and his short silver hair was on fire. The fire was extinguished in the blink of an eye, but his face was still blue. He lifted his left hand, which was not wrapped in Angel's hair, and grabbed Rashter's arm, and the brief lack of oxygen blurred his vision.

"Ann Li...... Ann Li: She ...... You killed her, didn't ......you? I'm going to ...... for Ann Li Revenge!"

Ruster, gritting her teeth, had bloodshot eyes and hot blood coming out of the corners of her mouth. Not only was the life-sustaining magic about to run out, but Angel's blow just now had almost shattered all of her internal organs. She looked at Yatel looking up in despair, her childish face and pale golden eyes as if they were still the same. In a certain late autumn season, Ann Lietta, who was as pure as ice and snow, silently took the young man's hand and walked together through the fire-lit riverside.

- What's wrong? Do you like him?

――I don't hate it.

Remembering Ann Rietta's answer at that time, she looked blankly. Stayed on Artel's body for a long time. Ann Rietta used to give a gift to Yatel, which is strange, right? At that time, even Ruster thought that she could accept Yatel!

Rust flew out violently, as if repelled by some irresistible force, and the moment she flew out, her broken body was once again subjected to a strong impact, and the last flames burned quietly in her body.

Artel clutched his throat and coughed. Turn around.

"Well, yes, Rosalena, I killed Anne Elietta, thank you for taking care of me for all these years. ”

Rust's eyes slowly grew brighter and brighter. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, not a mockery, but a relieved smile.

"I buried Ann Lietta in the sea, with Maraine's Polar Ice Ark, you two have such a good relationship, don't you mind being buried in the sea too?"

Artel didn't smile, there was no expression on his face. With the last of her strength, Ruster dragged him away from the light. The connection between the Dark Elf King Drow has become very weak, and if this continues, he may not really be able to win.

Ruster moved her lips for a moment, not hearing what she was saying, and then she opened her hands and let herself drift as quietly as a maple leaf. A rainbow slowly rises in the black sea, which has become quiet, like the morning sun lifts the night, revealing a magnificent and brilliant colored streamer.

"You're finally here...... Dead Rabbit ......"

Ruster smiled and closed her eyes, her voice no longer reaching the rainbow. The barrier faded, the bubbles shattered, and the bright red maple leaves fell on the deck of the river dyed with radiance. Standing in the castle, Maureen was holding a huge crystal ball with both hands, and she suddenly let go of her hand and ran straight to the window a few meters away.

The familiar magic of fire was gone.

Gone...... Wholly...... Gone......

Maureen opened her red eyes. Shouldn't she be happy? Because she must hate Rosalena very much......

However, large tears welled up in Maureen's eyes, and her hands couldn't help but grasp the crooked window edge, and beautiful fireflies flashed from her bloodless face.

"Rosa, don't die, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa—"

Romesa's enclosed space suddenly began to shake, not far from Maureen's poem, and Artel stared blankly at the girl who had once been the most important to him and screamed in tears, and for a moment the two of them looked at each other through a magical light.

Then the whole magical ship slammed into Atel. Maureen put her hand on the crystal ball again, her red eyes overflowing with tears, engraved with full resentment and determination. (To be continued......)