Countless bright bands of light stretched out from the ground, from the air, from all directions, like an illusion, and slowly began to rotate, and thousands of wisps of white with a pale light spread slightly. In an instant, it expanded into a huge curtain, enveloping the gray wave in it. Darkness and light merge with each other, and the whispering sound replaces the howl in the air......

Eventually, all of them fell silent.

A black shadow, a white light...... Disappearing and appearing, the light they emit casts shadows on the walls of the passage, dividing the endless darkness into even fragments with a very regular pattern. Jumping and merging and separating, it seems to form a network of many hidden unknowns, and the long tunnels are like endless extensions, but they are not at all as quiet and stable as most spatial passages require, but like the mysterious and powerful maelstrom that often appears on the stormy ocean, allowing users to bear the impact of waves and waves. The mind was shaken like a shaker until the end of the first qiē after I don't know how long......

This qiē is nothing but an illusion, a spectacle that time has forcibly pulled out.

No one knows what it is, it is beyond the four dimensions that humans can comprehend, and the fifth dimension that can be thought......

Edward could only see his own thoughts......

At the right time, break the corner of that seal and unleash a dregs to lure the gods into a massive attack, and just by covering its exterior with some divine power, it can make it look more like the ancient evil thing is about to be born.

Then, the root of all evil. Push the gods to attack, using matte bullets.

Finally, it's the time jump of the mind's divine energy. Let yourself escape.

You're Edward, Edward, Vincent, the little mercenary, the skinner, the little mage's apprentice, the apprentice, the little lord. The viscount, the earl, is the ancient evil. Bearer of Pandorion, are you the master of the royal power, or the lost soul in another world......

There was a strange voice in the corner of my heart. In the shouting. Shout out all of your own qiē...... But that moment. The world is blurring, and even the concept of the so-called self seems to be gone. ，

Am I going to die?

Only when you have faced real death will you realize that you have nothing.

All things, before the final annihilation, are but inevitable, all the languages of man. Wisdom, compared to the horror of death, is nothing more than a stupid and simple game. The so-called wonderful thing that life pursues. Loyalty, creation, love...... Under the power of the end, it is also about to collapse at the touch of a button. All the one qiē is part of the fate that rolls forward. Death is like a wave, all the small and complicated, those negative factors are washed away, and only the purest essence is precipitated and preserved......

No, I'm not going to let you die......

It seems that someone sued him like this. At the thought of death, when it passed through his consciousness.

It's a vague voice, or not a sound at all, but an idea, a spiritual commonality, or a more esoteric connection. It's kind, but it's so faint, so faint that it's almost imperceptible, and if it weren't for the psychic mancer's keen sense of spirit, he wouldn't have felt that subtle signal at all.

Who is it?

"It seems that the qiē is over. ”

Before the thought was over, another voice said this, completely drowning out the small voice.

The psychic mancer's heartstrings tensed, but then relaxed.

tense because he recognized who the voice belonged to. The kind of sound that reverberates purely in consciousness, indifferent, profound, but with cascading tremors, and continues to continue, is naturally Pandor's Ryan's.

So, Edward relaxed...... Not because he could relax, but because he was frustrated, because of helplessness, because of loss, the feelings of frustration had occupied all his spirit in a moment, and he could not help but relax.

However, the other party's next sentence made him stunned.

"Don't worry, little one. The Ancient Evil Creature spoke, his voice seemed gentle: "You have won." ”

Win?

What did you win?

The huge divine power crushed the royal power.

The answer soon emerged in his mind - that was what Edward needed to achieve, this evil creature that had been temporarily sealed, when it encountered a sudden, huge divine power, infused with bombardment at an extremely high speed, it would be unable to withstand the energy and produce a mutation.

Disintegrate.

Although it is sealed with an ancient evil thing, it is not an ancient evil thing after all.

Its ontology is just a passage between Pandorian Ryan and this multiverse, built with mutated divine power, but divine power is divine power after all, and its structure cannot reach the point of perfect indestructibility. There is a limit to the absorption of divine power, just like a person can drink three or four liters of water a day, but if you want to pour these three liters of water into his stomach in an instant, then he will die from a burst stomach pouch.

Of course, this is just a theory, and it is not easy to put it into practice.

If it was possible to seal Pandorian Ryan by just relying on a large amount of divine power, then it would be impossible for this ancient evil creature to covet this world for tens of thousands of years - as a living creature, it could choose to escape, or more intelligently use a part of its divine power as a block, and consume and absorb at the same time to resolve the crisis.

In fact, before that, Pandorian Ryan had already broken through the barrier of space and descended into this world in person, right?

Therefore, it must be sealed, and it must not be given the possibility of escaping, changing, or even evading.

This is the hardest step because there is hardly anything of energy that can block it...... It wasn't until Mithra, who had insight into the nature of Pandorian Ryan, that Edward finally found an opportunity to create a structure similar to Pandorian Ryan's power and trap it.

It was also the luckiest step to be born in the midst of this near-fatal mistake. And most importantly, with the help of this seal. Edward was finally able to deal a fatal blow to the royal power - for the first time in tens of thousands of years, the staff had lost its 'master'. Without the power to manipulate the manipulators, Pandorian himself cannot intervene in this world. It's been all the time. The reason why the ancient evil creatures were so attached to Edward.

Then, with the arrival of Ciric, little by little, Edward gradually deprived it of all the conditions to escape, such as the space to twist it.

"Such a long-term plan has been seeking this last possibility, such a slim chance from the beginning. In the end, you actually followed the ......" or read the thoughts of human beings, and the voice of the ancient evil creature had a strange component, like emotion. Or jealousy: "So, even I must admit at this time that this victory is no longer in my hands." ”

"It didn't last long. It's just a constant process of revision......"

The Psychic slowly stood up—though actually. He kept his feet all the time.

The mirror-like smooth metal reflected his pitch-black shadow, but this was not a hall he had constructed in his 'dream', but just a small piece of ground, an endless void that covered all the remaining parts tens of feet away, pale in color, like light, but also understood as darkness and chaos.

This is the end of the relaxation.

Now that I have entered this dream. Pan Duo Ryan, maybe there is a possibility of a reversal.

"I don't have that strength anymore. It's just the last remnants left in your mind, don't worry about what else I can do. ”

"Oh......" the human nodded.

But...... It's stupid to believe you.

After spending so much time and putting so much effort into it, and now it's failing, if I can still believe that you don't care about it, and you don't have any intention of redeeming it, you're despising my intellect, right?

If it had a structure similar to that of a human, Pandorian Ryan would be so angry that he couldn't help grinding his teeth at the moment...... But it was silent for now, as if it didn't bother to correct anything: "...... Anyway, prudence is also a virtue. However, I don't want to struggle when the situation is already broken, it doesn't make sense, especially if I can afford to lose. ”

Afford to lose.

The ancient evil thing's answer made Edward smile slightly.

Yes, as long as the kingship remains, Pandorian Ryan has a chance to make a comeback...... After the key of this seal is broken, it will be re-transformed into countless fragments, waiting for the day when it will be reassembled, and each failure is also the process of sowing this 'seed'. However, after this almost successful attempt, the gods must have taken a higher level of defense against it, so how big will the so-called chances be?

"At the beginning, Iocas also said this, and in the early days, what was it called...... However, their time has passed eventually, and for me, it is just the beginning and end of a story. Pandoryan's voice was indifferent, as if an autumn wind was blowing through the steppe, heralding the arrival of winter: "The so-called gods are nothing more than campy beings, who consider themselves important, but they are nothing more than the same thing as what you call ants. ”

Edward fell silent.

In fact, if he really judged it from a purely spiritual level, he could indeed feel the weakness of Pandorian Ryan, the flickering power like a candle in the wind. It is only enough to guarantee a little understanding of the soul, and even this power is still fading.

"That's it. However, as the inheritor of a part of my power, or one day, we will meet again......" The ancient evil creature suddenly let out a series of continuous laughter, but there was a certain malice contained in it, which made Edward frown: "I shouldn't forget you, because it seems that there is always a being that can surprise me, in this universe, there are not so many, speaking of which, the beginning and the end of this story are equally interesting, or is this the so-called beginning and end?"

"How are you going to get out of this crisis on your own......?"

The continuous laughter was like thousands of people at the same time, but then it mixed into a broken cacophony, and the chaotic light was gathering from all four sides of the field of vision to the center, swallowing everything in it...... Then, the sharp pain seemed to bring some kind of enlightenment, and he instantly understood the malice in the laughter of the ancient evil thing.

The low hum that filled the space grew louder and louder, and finally almost became a rumbling, shrill roar. In the field of vision, there seems to be a layer of slightly brighter light and shadow like smoke, flickering. Let all the qiē take on a strange golden luster.

The golden light, like surging water waves, flowed, conjuring up mysterious shapes and symbols. This connection is nested, consisting of lines and charms forming a net, and this light expands outward. It's like ...... A glorious ocean!

Edward's eyes narrowed, and in the center of the golden yellow, he saw the incandescent sheen outline a human form with wings. The energy is divided into six golden wings. Surrounded inward, it will envelop its own line of sight. In the center where the light converges, it seems that all of them are burning incessantly.

It was a strange feeling, as if it wasn't familiar. But it was a long time ago. It has been engraved in my heart......

Then, Edward saw the familiar face.

A stone's throw away.

The sharp jaw and slender facial curves, together with the deep and slender nose bridge, are constructed to create a wonderfully delicate ...... The slight flush that began to rise in the transparent pale of his cheeks made him a little confused for a moment. Until his gaze touched the lines of blood that kept pouring out from the corners of his delicate and pale lips.

In the gold, the line of scarlet, dazzlingly red.

"Elena......" he muttered to himself, trying to reach for the blood. Then he was shocked by the scorched blackness that appeared in his sight.

Fingers, palms...... The entire arm had been reduced to pitch-black bones. It was a burnt and brittle color stripped of all moisture, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was flesh or clothing, and the black ash wrapped around it, and it began to crumble and crumble in the moment it moved.

Surprisingly doesn't hurt at all, or is it because the whole body has been carbonized, so you can't feel it?

No, that doesn't matter anymore, but how did she get here? she had sent strong hints into her thoughts, and her fragile defenses should have been asleep until the city sent her back to the main physical plane?

“…… Don't move ......" The girl's long eyelashes twitched, but she didn't seem to see anything: "I will protect you......" she said, "I will not ...... ...... that will make you die"

At this moment, a qiē in the space vibrated again. In just a moment, there was a power that seemed to be able to destroy the world and surging in the sky! The warm golden color suddenly dimmed, and the six wings were constantly trembling and restricting, and the feathers of the light structure fell off and burned from them, and the face trembled painfully because of this, allowing more blood to come out from the corners of his lips and even the corners of his eyes!

The red color was like a thin needle that pierced the psychic man's heart, making it rediscover the meaning of pain.

Strength, too, swells out of the mind because of this.

I think, therefore I am, or thought is the strongest sword...... The messy mind could no longer tell what was in it, and the Psychic Warlock heard himself roaring, and saw his invisible psychic tentacles trembling, tearing out a turbulence of energy around him.

The golden light was dim and transparent, and he saw it.

In the distance—immeasurable, thousands of miles away—energy was flickering, and the exhibition became an incomparably huge cloud of transparent light and shadow.

It was a huge shadow that occupied almost the entire field of vision, and the outstretched body was surrounded by a halo of colorful light, but the light could not give people the slightest positive power - hideous, fearful, that was a greedy figure with strength as the guide, as if to encircle the whole space together......

Misla?

Full of infinite doubts, but the thought that rose in his heart was extremely certain, Edward turned his gaze, and saw that around the erupting colorful light, there were dark shadows that were constantly bursting out, the obscure, empty disk, as if it contained the aggregation of countless debris, and in the middle of the darkness like flames, the flickering silver points of light, which seemed to have a somewhat transparent feeling, which made the psychic warlock secretly startled.

Reading scum.

There were six, nay, at least eight or nine, or even more hollow darkness, but they no longer seemed to belong to Pandorian Ryan—the colossus of the colorful gods, the seemingly weak flames of darkness that were burning, devouring, and blocking his path, dividing all the one-qiē into mere power and strengthening itself......

So what is it exactly?

Gods?

Evil things?

Or......

As his thoughts turned, the scene in the space changed again. Around the huge figure, there was an incomparably brilliant brilliance—as if countless airwaves of lightning were pushing and striking outside the shield. However, as long as you have a little understanding of the power of space, such as Edward, you can know that it is not actually lightning, but a dimensional rift caused by the folding and cracking of space.

The space gate that was originally opened by Shirek and controlled by the goddess of magic was constantly collapsing, and this huge energy caused an out-and-out disaster, and every dimensional crack would erupt with the energy of the volume and the terrifying shock wave to tear apart the incarnation of the huge divine power, and the huge humanoid form was constantly bursting out with endless explosions. Even the entire void shook and shook at this moment. Struggling to survive the storm.

The goddess of magic seems to be dying.

Misra ...... Falling soon?

But how exactly does this qiē happen?

The unimaginable truth shook the Psychic Warlock's thoughts, and then he saw a purple-black energy burst from his body, enveloping him and the woman in front of him...... (To be continued......)