Leomaster's figure fell, falling heavily to the ground.

But when he tried to leap again, the two white-eyed crows had turned decisively and flew into the darkness without looking back, and one of them flew staggeringly, and soon fell into the shadows.

However, another crow also flew to the same place.

Leomaste stared warily in that direction, clearly sensing something.

Esther's "spiritual intuition" suddenly issued a warning tinged with disgust.

The lark instantly scattered the large spots of light, spreading them around, and the humming sound continued to surround her, and she remembered the honorific name she had received before. It was a fragment of Esther forcibly shoved into her head when she stole the contamination from the "Black Eye" and swallowed it.

Now that the eyes were already on Leomast and herself, Esther didn't care about calling someone more:

"The wandering Heroic Spirit, the family of the True Creator ......"

"If you really want to say hello, why don't you call me?" A laughing voice came from the darkness.

Esther's voice paused before continuing, "Staring into the eyes of fate, I ask for your help, for you to lead the pilgrims around me forward......"

The figure in a black classical robe walked out of the forest, looked at the lark flying in the air with interest, and didn't even look at Leomaste: "I forgot, 'Little Seven' and 'Little Five' didn't have time to tell you my honorific name, you always reject them, what a pity." ”

With that, the black-haired young man in the pointed hat pushed the monocle and glanced at Leomast.

Leomaster's wrist trembled slightly, but eventually regained his composure, he lost control of his body again, and the greatsword shifted to his left hand, flipping the angle to aim at the lark in mid-air again.

Esther could see the constant turmoil of anger in his eyes, but he was always suppressed by Amon.

Leomaster's right hand grabbed through the air, and he fished out a monocle made of crystal, which gradually approached his right eye.

The lark swooped down, and even the points of light around him pounced on Leomaste.

Suddenly, everything here came to a standstill.

It's not stagnant.

A glittering silver river gushed out and encircled the junction of darkness and dusk, enveloping all the life present.

The handsome man was dressed in a simple linen robe, and his long silver hair was scattered behind him, unchanged from the last time Esther had seen him. Even when the eyes are open, the gaze is still lowered, and the eyes below are gentle but indifferent, and the light is intertwined into white wings, which stretch behind the visitor.

The man's eyes also reflected a river of silver light.

The monocle in Leomaster's hand vanished into thin air, his greatsword turned again, and Amun's parasitism was lifted by the "restart", and his figure fell backwards uncontrollably.

Esther was not affected by this "restart", but the light spots around the lark emitted a stronger humming sound, like a burst of happy cheers.

But suddenly, Esther's vision to the right was blurred, and her vision was obscured by a shadow.

She heard Amon's chuckle coming directly from within the projection of "Uniqueness": "Only I know where your anchor is, and you can think about who you want to work with, or you can always pretend that it doesn't matter." ”

Ulorius turned his head and looked somewhere on the other side of the darkness.

Esther felt a hint of disbelief that Amon had left so easily? He didn't seem to want to entangle with Ulorius, or did he know that the "true creator" was already watching here, and if he continued to stay, he would not be pleased, and might provoke the "true creator" to intervene?

Ulorius closed his eyes, the phantom of the silver river dissipated in an instant, and the figure of the "Angel of Destiny" slowly fell to the ground, standing in front of Leomaste, who had regained his freedom.

The "Black Sage" prostrate himself reverently, choking up and not uttering a word.

Without saying a word, Ulorius turned his face to the lark in the air.

Esther converged all the points of light, flapped her wings and flew down, landing on Ulorius's shoulder obediently.

Although there were many things to ask, Esther always felt that Ulorius would not give much response.

Why did she feel this inexplicably familiar?

Maybe that used to be the way "Zoya" and "Ulorius" got along, thinking of this, Esther couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going next?" ”

Ulorius was visibly slowed down for two seconds, not knowing if it was because of Esther's honorifics, or because the answer to the question was so obvious, like a nonsense: "The side of the Lord." ”

Well, it's no different from what I expected, I always feel that the "Angel of Destiny" is not as strange as I imagined, and even kind...... Kind of dumbfounded.

Esther thought in confusion that in her dreams, Ulorius's words were not too few, nor did they give her the impression that the reaction arc was too long, as they did when they communicated now.

Or maybe Ulorius had thought about those words many times, so he could say them as soon as they met?

The angel wrapped in the wings of light stepped forward, and Leomast followed respectfully.

The lark looked up, the afterglow of dusk was left behind, and ahead was the eternal night of the "Godforsaken Land".

A white thunderbolt streaked through.

——

Ulorius walked quickly, but the lark crouched on his shoulder felt steady.

Esther hesitated, and Ulorius did not resist her question much, and gave answers even if it was nonsense, and was very friendly.

So Esther decided to ask a little bit of it, "You know...... Anchor thing? ”

Urorius tilted his head, and then walked in silence for a long time.

It was obvious that he didn't understand what Esther was asking.

Esther had no choice but to speak more bluntly: "Amon mentioned Zoya's anchor. ”

After thinking for a moment this time, Ulorius was finally able to respond: "I don't know. ”

Esther was also silent, although she could keep up with Ulorius's brain circuit, but such an unsustainable communication had the feeling of pushing a stone, pushing and moving.

The lark shrunk back, uneasily remembering Amon's threatening words, which were the high-ranking angels of the "thief" path after all, and Esther remembered that Sequence 8 was a "swindler", so she didn't want to pay attention to Amon's words at all.

But in doing so, he responded to Amon's choice to "always pretend it doesn't matter", which made Esther instinctively feel that there was a trap.

The so-called "anchor" is definitely not mine, I'm only in sequence four, and I haven't reached the point where I need an anchor to stabilize my cognition, so it's probably Zoya's?

Just as Esther was thinking along this line of thought, Ulorius suddenly remembered something and took the initiative to speak, "Maybe the Lord understands." ”

Esther choked, you could have said this sentence just now, you don't have to wait so long to react!

But she also had an idea of the "Angel of Destiny" temperament, whose indifference only became slightly more positive when it involved the "Lord".

It's not that Ulorius can't communicate, it's just that it's two extremes of the croaking of some white-eyed crows, and he needs more time to "think".

"Zoya" doesn't seem to be like this, shouldn't that be a way relationship, it's a personal style?

The lark cupped his feathers, and from time to time looked up at the side of Ulorius's face. The previous fear of the "Angel of Destiny" completely dissipated, of course, this is when the two sides are not hostile and always express friendship with "Zoya".

There might not be any danger with the "true creator", but it was hard for Esther to imagine what the legendary mad god was like.

As long as you don't get strangled to death at the first meeting, Esther told herself in her heart.

"Ulorius, how long have you known 'Zoya'?"

This time the thought was unusually long, so long that Esther thought that Ulorius would not answer, and the gentle voice of the "Angel of Destiny" sounded:

"It's been a long time."

The lark couldn't help but close his eyes, a little aggrieved.

I can't remember it!

If you don't remember, you can say it directly, and you don't have to think about it so hard. Esther was tempted to say that.

Looking at Urorius's attentive demeanor as she thought, Esther thought he would tell some earth-shattering secret, but it turned out that she was simply overthinking.

After a few minutes, Ulorius added, "You are 'Zoya'." ”

"Really? Everyone who knows 'Zoya' says this...... "Although I am not Him.

Esther didn't say the second half of the sentence, although she didn't think Ulorius would care, but she didn't want to cause a conflict.

But it reminded Esther of something else: "So, when I was in Beckland, I met an evil spirit who asked you about you and called me 'Little Sparrow.'" ”

Ulorius's silver eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The lark recalled: "It seems to be called 'Red Angel' Medici." ”

Ulorius suddenly stopped, and Leomaste, who was bent on hanging his head in prayer and trying not to listen to the conversation between the "messenger of the gospel" and the "family of the Lord", almost did not stop, and almost crashed directly behind Ulorius.

Leomaste quickly took a step back and waited quietly, but his heart was full of apprehension because he heard those conversations, and he always felt that listening to them again would be disrespectful to both parties.

"Medici......" Ulorius just pronounced the name once, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say.

Esther, however, seemed to understand what he was trying to ask: "The 'Red Angel' is in a terrible state, and when I met him, evil spirits were possessing others. ”

“…… Well. ”

Ulorius replied faintly and walked back forward, the silver light of his wings behind him constantly dispelling the darkness and at the same time intimidating the monsters that wandered in the darkness.

Along the way, Ulorius stayed away from the ruins of all the towns, and did not encounter any monsters head-on, and the journey seemed to be quite lucky.

"Do you know what happened to Medici? He seems to be familiar with 'Zoya,' and you and the Lord,......" Esther subconsciously lowered her voice.

Ulorius kept walking on until Esther had given up waiting for an answer, when a gentle voice rang out, as light as a dream:

"He'll be lucky."