"It only echoes our mood swings......" Alan suddenly understood what the words on the immortal stone meant. As he read it, he thought carefully about each time the book appeared, and found that it was, and that there were two or more of the four of them at each time.

And it's as if the higher our emotions are, the more complete it becomes. Flipping down further, he found that almost every page was filled with words, not as large blank spaces as before.

"Maybe it's because this book wasn't written by one person......" Allen guessed, seeing the difference in the handwriting, "so different people have mood swings, and the content shown on it will change accordingly." ”

The rest of the long story is all about the Guardian Four's fight against MONOCULUS, and then the spells that are listed as taboo. Seeing this, Alan handed the book to Cynthia, fearing that this important content would not disappear yet, and it was necessary for them to understand it first.

"I see...... It's no wonder that every time I read this book, I feel inexplicably intimate, and I feel at ease just holding it in my hand...... Sure enough, it's something that is inextricably linked to us. Cynthia skimmed through it briefly, then handed it to Frey, "But they are really remarkable, and they did not hesitate to end their lives early in order to pave the way for future generations." ”

"Yes......" Alan couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and he had great respect for his ancestors' self-sacrificing behavior...... Because no matter whether the soul still has vital signs after being sealed, this body is just an empty shell...... And they did not hesitate to die generously, as if they had made a normal decision.

"Death is not the end...... He is alive as long as people remember him. "I've seen a lot of people who think death is too terrible, and all they think about is how to continue their lives...... But in reality, they are just living for the sake of living, which is no different from death. ”

By this time the inhabitants of Beya had gone home and brought out their horses and wagons to assemble at the entrance of the village, and Monsieur de la Brado had also returned and picked them up in the wagon.

Being able to embark on their final journey with this book makes them feel much more at ease.

Mr. Labredo drove at the front of the procession, directing everyone. Only then did Alan realize that not only adults, but also many elderly people and children had followed.

Everyone has the consciousness of seeing death as home......

"Follow in the footsteps of the Savior!" said Mr. Labredo's sonorous voice, "full speed ahead to Krivari!"

Although it was a cold winter, the atmosphere was hot enough to melt the snow and ice.

The elves also act with them. Before those images disappeared, Alan saw that the people of the other cities also had new goals, either to go to the neighboring cities under the stars to help, or to rush to Krivari like the people in Beya.

The pace of the march was a little slow due to the large number of people, but all the towns that the people of Beya passed through along the way were liberated with their help. The werewolves were vulnerable to the onslaught of the united forces, and the MONOCULUS's eggs were crushed by Eren before they could be conceived.

Under the call of the elves, more and more people joined them, and the team grew rapidly. In this way, they advanced as they recruited new members, and after almost two days of marching, the rebel army of civilians finally reached the outside of Krivari.

This black city was barren and lifeless within a radius of dozens of miles. There were no animals to be found, and the forests had died, leaving only the yellow weeds swaying in the wind.

They entered a forest of dead trees, intending to use it as cover for a final rest, but the MONOCULUS had already spotted them when they were still a few kilometers away from the city......

"Roar!" With a strange scream, countless black shadows suddenly burst out of the city gate......

It's the werewolves who were born of the dark element.

Because they have been in a hurry, they have only camped and rested twice in the real sense of the way this way, almost all of them have not slept well, and because they are getting closer and closer to the Demon Eye, the evil thoughts it emits are becoming more and more intense, which makes many people start to be a little restless, and now they see so many heavily armed werewolves pouring out at once, which makes them a little timid.

"It's not good. Alan saw the uneasiness in the crowd and wanted to get out of the car and use his magic to stop the werewolves who were rushing towards them. He had learned a lot of useful things from that magic book, and some of the magic could come in handy in this case.

But in the meantime, Cynthia had already done it before him.

I saw her quickly climb to the top of the carriage, stand still, and close her eyes.

"The time of judgment has come, and the cage is forged!" Cynthia's voice echoed in the air.

Alan had seen this spell when he was flipping through the magic book...... "Thunderland Dungeon", which was the magic written on it.

"Divine Messenger of the Thunder Spirit, see my heart!My deeds show my determination!" Cynthia chanted as she waved her wand, "Born in the shadows, leading to the abyss, open the door of destruction with one blow!"

Suddenly, the wind and sand were blowing, and the already cloudy sky began to become lightning and thunder, and lightning flashed one after another above the clouds, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

"Come! this realm of thunder and lightning that shatters all evil thoughts and cleanses all filth......" Cynthia held aloft the Staff of Void and poured some magic into the clouds, "It is the Lord of Radiance who scars the earth!"

The moment Cynthia's words fell, the scene in front of them suddenly changed......

Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky...... It doesn't fall one by one, but densely, and I don't know how many it falls, like rain...... It's just that these flashes of dazzling white light are not as gentle as raindrops, they seem to be as gorgeous as a picture scroll, but in fact they are more deadly than swords......

Although the physique of this group of wolves has improved a lot, there is nowhere to hide in the face of this kind of attack, and almost every lightning fall corresponds to a dull scream and a charred corpse......

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't know how long the magic had lasted, except that by the time Cynthia's magic was over, the flat ground in front of them had become devastated, and there was not a single living creature left at the city gate......

"Well done!"

"Damn werewolves, see the power of the Savior!"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in a tsunami-like cheer.

Cynthia's magic gave them a reassuring pill and temporarily dispelled all the uneasiness caused by the MONOCULUS.

"It's just a few werewolves, so there's no need to make such a big fuss. Alan smiled helplessly, he wanted to stop her, "If you don't control the range, it's not good to hurt your own people." ”

"Is that all that distrusting my abilities?" Cynthia also smiled, "It's just that I can't help but want to pay tribute in this way when I see the legacy left by my ancestors......"

With that, she glanced sideways at the people behind her slightly, and put away her smile: "And I think it's necessary to use this method to boost their morale......"