Mysterious waves of magic shone across the bright golden ears of wheat.

The loving smile of the goddess of abundance, under the reflection of the red and blazing sun, bloomed in the sky with countless shocking spatial fluctuations.

The golden light is majestic, rising from the ground, like a 100-meter wave, majestic, turbulent and countercurrent.

In an instant, the dazzling light turned into tens of thousands of sharp blades of light, fiercely piercing through the monstrous and shattered body of Count Laurien.

Every inch of flesh and blood was engulfed in this terrifying and dazzling golden light.

The scorching heat of the red sun hung ferociously high in the sky, and the furious flames licked at the massive body of Count Laurion like a beast.

The hot and intense air exploded wildly in the surrounding space, and the surrounding space was distorted by the heat.

However, before the goddess of abundance, everything seems to be extremely loving.

Even the scorched air was filled with a gentle touch.

The earth, covered in divine power, began to show a strong breath of life.

Count Laurien's body began to crumble and collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His massive body exuded a strong blood-colored aura, forming a huge blood-colored waterfall that soared into the sky.

When they reached the top of the mysterious barrier, the blood-colored waterfall violently split into a bloody qi that covered the sky and the sun, and scattered to Shulben in the distance.

The blood-colored aura poured into the people's bodies, and their weak and pale flesh was plump and nourished.

Warmth covered their fragile bodies, allowing blood to flow again beneath their skin.

The shriveled body is like being moistened by fresh air and gradually regains its vitality.

Under the overflow of golden points of light, Count Laurien's broken limbs began to dissipate completely.

The body that covered the sky and the sun shattered into countless scarlet ashes, and the golden light in the sky continued to rise.

Until finally, Count Laurean's massive scarlet eyes looked at Prisis.

No one noticed that on Prisis's body, a transparent revenant gradually floated out.

With a loving smile, she drifted towards the shattered body of Count Laurien, towards the blood-red pupils.

Finally, with the broken body, embrace each other steadily.

The golden scene began to calm down.

The blood-colored barrier was gone, and even the scorching red sun had curtailed its previous heat and ferocity.

The populace slowly opened their eyes, coughed slightly, looked around, and felt that everything was normal.

Just now, it was as if they had all slept in their sleep.

The people stood up and looked around, seeing that everything in their homes was the same as before.

Holding their somewhat drowsy heads, they glanced at the clock, where the hour hand was turning over the number twelve.

What's going on?

As soon as they looked up, they saw a red sun through the window, and the bright sunlight pierced them a little too much.

I'll go, it's dawn?

They slept until noon?

But why do you feel so sleepy? It looks like I haven't slept all night.

"Hurry, hurry! Don't sleep at noon! ”

"Hurry up! Hurry! ”

The eager voices of the inhabitants rang out throughout Shulben.

Countless people carried bags and tools on their backs, either to set off to work, or to go to the fields to harvest rice.

And when they walked out of the house, they all saw the magnificent scene in front of them.

On the ground of the street, tender green spores broke through the ground, bathed in the warm morning light and stretched out this emerald green body.

As far as the eye can see, the vast land is full of dense and delicate spores.

The entire Xiu Erben was covered with a strong breath of life.

With the help of green shoots, it is completely displayed in front of the people.

The people were excited when they looked at the vision of life on the road.

It was 12 o'clock at noon, but the residents who were sleepy were so excited that they couldn't sleep.

But at the same time, they also felt a trace of inexplicable loss and melancholy.

I feel that this gift from heaven seems to imply some kind of parting.

But they didn't think much of it.

can only gladly accept this generous gift from heaven.

......

The golden and sacred temple is draped in a layer of bright light.

Colours shine through the delicate rose windows like a rainbow on the large golden floor.

It is a solemn and sublime church.

Countless huge golden pillars hold up the dome, and the colorful light falls on the smooth surface of the building, which is particularly mysterious.

In the center of the entire hall stands a statue of a god holding an ear of wheat.

The light shone down, and it seemed that the statues showed a shallow smile.

Numerous nuns lined the halls, each wearing a garland on their heads, with solemn expressions and reverent eyes.

When they turned their heads in unison, their eyes focused on the gate of the temple.

A woman dressed in a nun's dress appeared in everyone's sight.

Her eyes were obscured by a black veil.

Although her vision was blocked, her gait was firm and she seemed unaffected at all.

Under the gaze of the nuns, she looked calm, and walked quietly up the steps of the hall.

At the front of the hall is a tall golden platform with a golden ear of wheat lying on it.

Sunlight shines through the empty dome, giving the ears of wheat a divine glow.

The nun stood silently in front of the ears of wheat and stretched out her slender and powerful hand.

Obviously, her arms look so slender and thin, but there are furrows in the palms.

It is covered with cocoons from long-term farm work.

She gently picked up the ear of wheat, and although her eyes were blindfolded, she seemed to be able to "see" the golden ear in her hand.

In this warm light, her arms were also surrounded by golden light, as if they were shrouded in divine power.

After a long time, the nun put the ears of wheat back on the golden platform.

As if she had seen something, she spoke slowly, her voice full of solemnity and awe:

"The great Earl, who has exchanged his life for the prosperity of Shulbourne."

"His sacrifice will make Sulburn immortal."

From this day forward, Shulben will be the earth that has been truly blessed by the goddess of abundance.

The nuns in the audience bowed in unison, their movements in unison, full of respect.

The nun turned around, put her hands on her lower abdomen with dignified hands, faced everyone, and said lightly:

"When a lord dies, he will be succeeded by a good heir."

"Let's go, we should come forward in this matter."

She walked forward on her own, and whenever she passed through the golden corridor, the nuns who passed by would follow her.

Until they reached the door, the nuns behind them lined up in a row.

The door was pushed open, the blazing sun shone golden light, and the ground was covered with buds that symbolized life.

The nun who covered her eyes with a thin veil slowly raised her head, looked at the sky, and whispered to the red sun:

"Goddess."

"What kind of being is it that can bring your lovingkindness back again?"

……

Autumn leaves flutter in the sky, and maple red and orange are intertwined, shining with the light of life in the sun.

The golden waves of wheat reflect the sunlight and shimmer slowly.

Countless nobles stood in place.

They didn't even feel that the soul fire on their bodies had disappeared and returned to their original form.

Dressed in lead-colored robes, the wrinkles on his face and cloudy eyes were even more visible in the sunlight.

Feeling the incomparably abundant breath of life, looking at the floating wheat waves, but there is no end in sight.

Only Aurelian stood still, looking up at the sky.

Having the power of the necromancer, Aurelian clearly felt it.

Beneath that magic there are two souls.

They are entangled and then scattered with the wind.

This time, she wasn't afraid of the two souls.

I just feel that there is an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

Suddenly, the sub-people roared in unison.

The sub-people with deer-eared heads and leopard-eared people have taken steps.

Tread lightly through the sand and carefully bypass the tender green sores.

Shuttle over the golden wheat fields and leave in an orderly and light manner.

Only two tigermen were left to guard Aurelian's sides, dutifully guarding her.

The knights of the Order all rolled over and dismounted, stood at the front of the procession, and bowed to Victor in unison, showing absolute respect.

At this time, Victor was standing in the middle of the wheat field.

With the swing of the wheat waves, his mottled back seemed to be submerged in the golden light, feeling the dance of the wind.

It's over.

Victor lowered his head and looked at his rank:

lv50——

In less than half a year, he has crossed from the third order to the fifth order in a row, and at this speed, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

But Victor doesn't care if others believe it or not.

Looking ahead in the sparkling golden light, a field of wheat seemed to be overwhelmed, sinking in the golden waves.

That's Prisis.

At this moment, the girl was bent on her legs, pressed against the overwhelmed ears of wheat.

With difficulty, she supported her upper body with her arms and sat up.

The delicate face flowed a warm red, and the white skin also crossed the blood.

This time, Prisis re-entered her original body.

She would never go crazy with madness again.

Because, now she is the most perfect blood clan.

However......

She was sitting among the swaying ears of wheat, crying silently.

Her grievances were filled with sorrow scattered by autumn leaves and ears of wheat, and they were carried far, far away.

In the end, Prisis finally understands the purpose of her parents.

However, she was powerless to recover.

At this time, everyone finally met the daylight and saw Prisis covered with golden light.

One of the nobles, the moment he saw Prisis, his eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded angrily:

"That monster's daughter, why is she still alive......"

Before he finished speaking, a cold feeling swept through him like a cold wind from the north, making him shiver all over his body, and goosebumps crawled all over his body.

He looked back tremblingly, only to find Victor's grim obsidian pupils looking at him.

The fierce momentum interrupted him half of his words.

The indifferent voice sounded softly, but it was extremely deafening in the heart of this nobleman:

"Take care of yourself."

He twisted his head back and shrunk his neck.

This kind of momentum, he had only felt in the body of Archduke Barlow.

And now.

When they were really close to feeling Victor's power.

In the hearts of this group of kingdom nobles, Viktor was enough for all of them to respect.

But even so, the crowd remained silent.

Just quietly looked at Prisis who was crying silently, and speechlessly told their dissatisfaction.

The golden waves of wheat made a tumultuous sound, filling everyone's ears.

But suddenly, an exclamation broke the peace.

"Where's August, King Auguste is gone!"