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Edward's gaze froze, and his brow furrowed tightly.

Something in the memory is merging with the part of the eye.

Magnificent walls, intricate runes...... Although there are slight discrepancies in some parts. For example, above the wall, it should be extremely dark, but it is extremely deep, and I don't know how high it is. But now it was broken, as if some broken part had been put into another room, and the gems on the ground, as if having consumed all the power contained in them, were now only dim, with some false brilliance as the inferior goods in the hands of the roadside crooks.

I see.

Yes, it was a dream, but it was so clearly in Edward's memory...... And now, in front of him, reality and that dream are perfectly combined, so the moment he stepped into that room, something overflowed towards him.

It was a tense pressure...... It was as if a thousand beetles were crawling onto the skin, slight to the touch, but chilling enough.

I see.

His gaze swept over the empty room, and with a stroke of his hand, something that had been scattered in the circle fell into his palm.

It was a piece of crystal.

In a space littered with gems and talismans, such a crystal was inconspicuous, especially since it was nothing more than an irregular, fragment-like thing. On several planes, Edward's face was reflected, faint, but with a slight purple halo.

Who are you?

"I'm Edward, Edward, Vincent. ”

Edward said softly, but then he couldn't help but be stunned. Because there was silence all around, whether it was Ariel. It was the female mage, who was observing this strange room. And the question just now was so inexplicable that it came to his mind.

That's amazing enough.

Today's Edward is already a powerful enough being. Although he is still very young in his manipulation of power, there is no doubt that he has enough power to form a barrier from the inside out, a combination of divine and psionic powers. It is undeniable that there are countless unknown and powerful beings in this world. But even the most powerful of the gods could not have invaded his consciousness so silently.

So, what a powerful force is this?

The gaze seems to stay on the crystal for only a moment, but that luster is deeply embedded in consciousness.

That's so special...... Even the purest and most transparent glass ever made. It can't be compared to a piece of transparency, which makes one wonder if it's not a solid, but just the purest of water and glycerin. However, this crystallization does not make people happy, on the contrary, from the moment of contact with it. You can clearly feel a pulsating, ominous energy that seems to be absorbing any light that enters your surroundings.

But you are not just him, in your memory, in your soul, your qiē, destined to be different.

"That's unrealistic, everybody is different,

No, it's the most realistic. You don't belong to this world, so you're nothing more than an equal to it.

One person and one world equal?

The conversation of the heart continues, and. Yue is loud and powerful: "A drop of water, whether it is a stream, a river, a lake, or a part of the sea, is it different from the sea? But what if it is a beam of light?

What's the point?

The meaning is that you are destined not to merge with this world, and if you are not swallowed by this world, then you can only assimilate it, own it, and make it your thing.

Weird ideas.

"It's amazing how you can find it. ”

A voice drew Edward's attention, and he looked up, noticing the air that was gathering in the center of the room. Those things are winding into translucent, but different from the phantoms around them, a person's face, just there.

"Thomas ......"

He sighed, "It turned out to be you...... It's all you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Collecting souls is for the sake of supplying faith, and for providing for faith, for gathering ...... Similar to the power of divine power, right?It's all just for Pandorian Ryan, and you want to resurrect him?" The Psychic Warlock sneered, "From the beginning, you were the other person who got the Fragment of Throne, didn't you?"

"You can say that, but is it worth asking?"

Yes, quite normal, without a doubt.

Pandorian has been in this world for so long, it's no surprise how many crazy careerists want to take advantage of it, or be used by it. In other words, in this era, there is not much power that can make huge waves in the main material plane that the gods cooperate to maintain.

Demons can't, the devil failed thousands of years ago, the gods have formed a meticulous and unbreakable system, then the only thing left is this ancient evil.

Thankfully, the first qiē is just getting started.

This is the remains of the Arcanists, the room where the staff is sealed. It was transferred from one floating city to another during that battle, but in the end, it could not escape its fate and was buried again, eventually being taken by the ambitious man.

But how much did he get?

Is it the majority of the staff, or is it just a small part?

Either way, it was too dangerous, and it was his business to carry out the plan, but Edward had no interest at all, being dragged into this boring rampage by a madman.

So, let's kill him.

The mind turned, and the silver light flowed like water.

If you look closely, you will see that the silver light is actually composed of large pieces of silver light bands, and each of these light bands is composed of countless fine silk threads, each filament is pulling the energy of the surrounding space, and as the eyes of human beings rotate, the whole space vibrates!

"You ......"

The image of Thomas, who was condensed in the air, disintegrated, unable to even speak completely, and the image where the light was broken distorted. It was as if the medium of qiē conduction had been torn apart, revealing a huge hollow!

"I've caught you. ”

Edward's voice said.

Edward sat in his own high-backed chair.

The rock-made chairs are covered with a layer of dark red animal skin, which is fine and soft. Perfectly fitting the human body, the nitrate technique is extremely fine, except for the color that is almost unimaginable, it was once the neck of a ferocious dragon. More than a dozen crystals with a faint halo of light surround the chair, reflecting the colorful light and shadow in it.

Blood and fire. Life and death.

The situation on the battlefield.

"Boom! boom!"

The thunderous roar came from the crystal tremors, which seemed a little faint, but the roar actually shook the entire city...... The tall fortified city stood at the edge of the horizon, like a huge beast crawling, and this lonely beast was trembling at the moment, and could only wait helplessly. Waiting for himself to fall apart in the flames that exploded on his body.

Long wakes of bright red streaked through the air, and the powerful explosions on the masonry walls almost shattered the rocks the size of the house into countless debris!

The night sky lit up with one huge fireball after another, and gravel and human bodies flew into the air. It spreads like a sudden thunderstorm. A series of roars seemed to be endless, stumps flew above their heads, blood dripping like a torrential rain, dying roars connected into terrifying roars, in the thin night just after dusk, a continuous wail, far more terrifying than the cries of any ghost, so that they lost the last courage!

So, run away, run away. Fall back...... Countless nominally identical acts are playing out in every corner of the city, and humanity is wailing and rushing, searching for even the faintest chance of survival...... The gates of the city were opened, hundreds. Thousands of iron horsemen began to run, pouring out of the gates and into enemy lines—but not to kill those enemies, but to keep the last bit of life alive.

However, perdition has long been close to them, stretching out countless tentacles, entanglement from all directions, blocking the last gap.

On the dark and deep horizon, a huge number of steam tanks showed their bodies from the horizon, arranged into a long, simple single-layer striker, the black of the metal reflected a strange luster in the dim flames, and the barrels of the guns had been raised, and then there was a deafening roar!

A faint arc of magic forcibly dispelled the horse's fear, and the scattered battle lines began to gallop forward. The knights roared in trembling, raised their weapons, and charged towards the end of the vision, the gaps in steel!

However, cavalry, after all, is cavalry.

In the face of those steel behemoths, the power that humanity is proud of is meaningless...... The shells fell, and the fireworks rose, first sparsely three drops and two dots, and then immediately cast an overwhelming tide of death...... The fragments crashed into the blood-colored sparks on the blue-black armor, pulling out a stream of red and black slurry between the flesh and blood of the human body...... Dig into the cracks of the armor, take away the miserable muffled, nail into the eye sockets, steal the light, pierce the hands and feet, bring freedom, tear the chest, strip the life, tear the **, and shatter the soul into the invisible......

Shadows covered the earth.

The air in the sky flickered, allowing one shadow after another to slowly grow larger in her arms...... It was as if a dark cloud had fallen from the sky, pressing down on the ground...... Their source is a series of airships that look like giant whales, their bloated bodies are constantly expanding in the air, they are blue-blue, and they can only be distinguished by their eyes when they get close.

Steel roars, artillery roars, tracks run, airships float, and armor, castles, catapults...... These boring creations of the old era are destined to be swept into the dustbin of history, where they decay into dust - a new era has come with the bells, and the bells are the result of that explosion!

This is the ruined miè of the empire.

But the Psychic Warlock's gaze didn't focus on any flat surface, he just closed his eyes slightly, and reached out to stroke the silver staff in front of him.

It was like a branch with branches and flowers, but it exuded a cold light color that did not carry life, but each branch and leaf had a lifelike appearance and exquisite and detailed texture. Pure gold with a jet-black sheen, Mithril with a soft glow, and many other unknown precious metals that appear in a variety of colors, as well as diamonds and zircons. Opals, pearls – almost every inlaid leaf reveals the same gemstones, sparkling and sparkling with an indescribable brilliance.

The Psychic Mancer's palm brushed over the silver staff, and there was a strange flicker of light that lingered there...... Flickering runes. Wedge-shaped, dot-shaped, slender and rough lines, and even three-dimensional squares...... They lingered like stars around the branches, looming and spiraling. Nine illusory spiral arms are formed, splendid like a deformed river system......

But on top of this harmonious shape, there are also slight flaws.

The dim scorch marks are from the divine power of the god of the dawn, the tearing defects are the power of the god of justice, and the dimness that pollutes a flower branch comes from the goddess of darkness. And the tiny web of runes wound around the runes was caused by the power of the spider queen......

Finally, there was another one, in the center of the staff, which was the last gap to be bridged, from the mage Thomas.

That's right, Thomas...... The cunning ** division, who had planned a lot of things and tried to make Pandorian completely qualified, defeated him. Take back all the powers of ancient evil into your own hands. This was about two years ago...... Three years ago, or five years ago?

The psychic mancer felt that his memory was already a little blurry. Compared to the provocation that later defeated several gods in quick succession and suppressed the power of Pandorian Ryan, the battle with Thomas seemed like a trivial point, like a castle built on the sand, as long as it was washed back and forth by the waves of time a few times. It will fall apart and disappear without a trace.

He stood up and went to the window, letting his eyes fall to his feet.

The ground, still above all beings, a part of the Emperor driven by majestic magic, was suspended in the air, a majestic fortress that covered almost half of the sky, obscuring the ultramarine sky, and the brilliant starlight was reserved only for the city, the deepest dark haze.

Floating City.

Burgundy has become a city suspended in the air, with layers of high-rise buildings with rigid, timeless minimalist shapes, ancient trees creating lush gardens in one corner of the city, and sending the tentacles of those plants to every corner of the city that needs to be defended.

The war was fought beneath the Floating City, but such a war could no longer attract Edward's attention, and no matter how many deaths, destructions, or victories there were, there was no direct connection with him.

Even if it was the weapons he made, the soldiers he trained, the power he conferred...... All of them are moving forward according to the path he has planned, unwaveringly.

The secular authority belonged to the Strand of Tumenis, a young and ambitious king who was unstoppable in his dreams, annexing the land, waging war, and taking the whole of the Great 6 into his own pocket, and this was already the end of his dream.

The psychic sorcerer sighed softly, the silver staff, the fine branches of flowers were entangled, the ornaments of the gem pieces were scattered with folded brilliance, and the silver luster seemed to circulate around,

A slight sound came from behind him, but he didn't look back.

This is his space, and those who can enter it can only be entered by those who are allowed by him to enter.

"What are you thinking?"

The woman came behind him, kissed him affectionately on the cheek, and handed him the wine glass in her hand: "It is impossible for the empire to resist anymore, and it has not exceeded your expectations,"

Although this can't change the final outcome, it's better to have less trouble.

"Unfortunately, you know I'm used to duels. Holding her slender waist with his backhand, he blew lightly in her ear: "There is a saying that the so-called hundred and a half ninety, the closer you are to victory, the more you can't relax your vigilance, and even redouble your efforts is the best." ”

"But ......"

"I know that Iriere is preaching to you about the so-called goodness and justice again, but even he knows the relationship between the soldiers of this demon capital and the devil king, and his mercy for them is only warming a frozen snake, which will only make you taste the final bitter fruit, and your gods have already announced that they will no longer participate in the war in this plane, so why should you ...... now"

He wrapped his arms around the heroine's waist and walked towards the room, and the sound and light and shadow were extinguished behind him, no longer paying attention to the tragic war.

"Like Lisa or Dahni, where to play, relax, this big 6 is already in peace, from now on, there will be no more major wars, there will be no friction between countries, everyone can devote their energy to the exploration of the world, the old era has passed, what we want to pursue should be the new era, this multiverse, in the hands of human beings. ”