High on the mountain, an ethereal city.

There was a crackling roar from the gray-white walls, and huge heavy stones inscribed with ancient runes slipped from above and fell into the surging silver-white sea, through the gaps in the sea, faintly glimpsing the faint and illusory stars in the deep sea.

Above the plateau wilderness, deep in the scarlet forest, there were vague and twisted faces without eyes, noses, or ears, and they surged and surging, competing to blow a tyrannical wind mixed with ashes.

The Ethereal City, inside the Hall of Sacrifice.

A black-haired boy in soft armor, dressed in a style different from the costume of the Northern and Southern Continents, was kneeling in front of a huge statue of a giant dragon and an octopus, his eyes red, and his tone of voice was pleading in pain.

"O great god, please give me the power to slay Ganon and save the Ethereal City."

"O great god, I am willing to dedicate my life to you, to please you with my flesh and blood, and ask you to descend on power."

"Link, start the sacrifice!"

An old man in a black robe and a hard vine cane looked at the anguished young man with an almost distorted face, and said in a deep voice.

"No, Your Excellency, the Ethereal City still needs your ......"

Link shook his head continuously, pulling out the silver broadsword stuck in the stone slab in front of him, trying to keep the old lord from approaching.

Boom!

The lord slammed the vine cane, and the black robe vibrated with ripples.

"You should know very well that this year is the year 2032 of Gaynon's existence, and his filthy power has spread all over the mountain, and when the year 2033 is over, it will be completely promoted to the mythical level, do you want to let the Ethereal City dissipate in the long river of history?"

"3,000 years ago, the gods came to the high mountains and visited the Ethereal City, and he suppressed Gunon with great power, and it was then that we blasphemed the gods and were abandoned by the gods in eternal darkness, and I am the last one to blaspheme, and only I, only by sacrificing my flesh and blood, may be able to ask the gods for forgiveness and let the Ethereal City regain the attention of the gods."

"No, no, why? Why? ”

Link looked at the broadsword in his hand in pain and despair, his eyes showing an irrepressible darkness.

The old lord closed his eyes, and two lines of cloudy black liquid slowly slid over his old furrowed cheeks, as if he remembered what he had experienced thousands of years ago.

“…… It's because we're too ignorant, too greedy, too insatiable in our demands......"

"Link, cut off my head with your broadsword, sacrifice with blood and flesh, and ask the gods for forgiveness, which is also your last respect for me."

"When all this is done, you will be a warrior with the will of the gods, and the four knight captains of the Round Table will crown you, and it will be up to you to fight until Gaynon saves the Ethereal City."

"I... But..."

Link struggled to stride, trembling as he stretched out his right hand holding a broadsword.

"Come on kid, it's time to put an end to this."

The resolute voice echoed in his ears, but Link's mind flashed back to the past that the lord had taught him: it was a history lesson... It's encirclement and filth... It was the first time that a profane card was drawn... It's the first time I've touched the transcendental......

Everyone knows very well in their hearts that emotions are always the cheapest to exist on the mountain, both God and man.

Woo......

His face contorted into a deformation, and a low, angry roar escaped from his throat, and then his right hand slammed into it, raising his broadsword, rushing forward, and swinging it hard.

Burst!!!

Sharp metal pierced through flesh and severed bones, and blood spilled out of the flat incision like a fountain onto the huge statue next to it, and into Link's eyes.

His vision was bright red, his body was still in a slashing shape, and a dripping human head rolled to the ground, rolling in blood several times, and finally rolled to the foot of the boulder statue.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Link took a few steps back, staring blankly at the lord's lonely head, his face peaceful, the corners of his mouth still smiling.

Link, who seemed to have exhausted all his strength, wanted to go in and see the old lord he was most familiar with, but he had just taken a step, retreated quickly, and then ran out of the sacrificial hall like he was chased by filth.

"Hey......"

Outside the door of the sacrificial hall, a rugged man in his thirties, dressed in heavy mottled armor and carrying a steel giant sword, watched all this, and couldn't help but sigh at the corner of his mouth.

On the streets of the Ethereal City, gray and white stone pillars emitting a special light have appeared at this time, and they echo each other, forming a huge spot of light shining on the top of the Ethereal City, dispelling filth and isolating pollution.

High in the mountains, there is no sun or moon in the sky, only unchanging chaos and the filth that invades everything......

.........

Hutton Marr, Zotland District!

In the hall of Baron Clough's house, middle-aged gentlemen and ladies were embracing, and they were dancing to the melody of the violin.

Lilith held a cup of sweet purple grape juice and watched it all with a little boredom.

This is the pervert... Belch... Baron Clough's mysterious transcendent gathering? He can't lie to me, right?

"Hello, Miss Lilith."

A sound that sounded like a duck's crowing sounded behind her, and Lilith turned her head to the same Baron Clough who had been at the dinner last night, wearing a black tuxedo and combing his back in fashion, but his eyes were unusually obscene.

"You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in Huttonmar, and I am honored to have you today."

Clough, with his hair combed and a thin face, gave Lilith a courtesy kiss on the back of her white-gauze gloved hand, and her eyes were fixed on her chest, passionate and bold.

Lilith frowned slightly, she withdrew her arm, and chuckled with a flicker of her eyes:

"Do you say that to every girl?"

"No, no, I don't usually compliment people, but your beauty is beyond my imagination."

Clough smiled, then continued:

"I spent some time in Chambitin, it was a warm and romantic country, and if it weren't for the fact that I had returned to the kingdom of Ghent, and given the different ethos between the two countries, I might have called you my little cabbage."

Old pervert, dead pervert......

Lilith stepped back a little invisibly, still smiling gracefully:

"It is true that the Ghents and the Chambettins are different, they are not elegant enough, and even the way they speak is presumptuous enough."

"It is true that in the eyes of our Ghents, 'subtle' and 'gentleman' are synonymous, but in Chambating, in Tuduo, 'passion' and 'unrestrained' are the mainstream."

Clough paused deliberately, and Lilith resisted the disgust in her heart and asked:

"Really? Their enthusiasm doesn't seem to be very good, either. ”

"But behind this passion, it often represents 'persistence', which is the eternal pursuit of men on their side." Clough raised his glass and laughed.

“…… Sure enough, men vary greatly from country to country, thank you for helping me avoid some of the social interactions. ”

Lilith smiled politely:

"When is the mystery gathering taking place? Well, and that ancient relic you mentioned in the invitation? ”

"Hold it right away!"