Augustine struggled to get out of the still bloodthirsty winter crown magic circle, sitting dejectedly on the edge of the tomb of Saint Carol, whose almost dry heart began to revive. This is a good phenomenon to be thankful. The separation of soul and body is not good, but this long adventure seems quite worthwhile at present. Six mirror images were imprinted in the ocean of consciousness, and the three were different in clarity. They were war servants who fell collectively in the dusk of Ragnarok. They were guards of the Heroic Soul Hall of Saint Eu, and fell in the ice field in the war like a group of broken wings; a Saint Nukis gun that fell at the bottom of a lake in Kamiao, inserted into the body of an unknown hero; the last one was relative

Fuzzy is a three-eyed red dragon stone statue that does not live in the dragon's nest according to common sense, but occupies the top of the majestic building of the underground city. Its size and divinity are comparable to the frost Cappela that still soars in the sky. Augustine is sure that there has not seen any patterns and introductions about it from any historical materials before. Augustine can only speculate that he has talked to the war maid, the ancient hero who was assassinated by the Spike of St. Nukis, and the red dragon with an extra eyeball inlaid on his forehead, but the detailed process has been erased. As for more forgetting, it is like a paradox that Augustine may never know in this life. Being able to come back alive has already benefited from the light column of St. Urban.

As for when the other three mirror images will be unveiled, Augustine cannot get the answer. Looking at the winter crown in front of her, it is a bit bitter. This is the sequelae. This taboo magic circle will need to be continuously feedback in the next few years. Once it is terminated, life and soul will be forced to be pulled into unknown planes and become food for some orderly devils and chaotic evil spirits. Augustine smiled and stretched out a slightly trembling arm. Now such a small thing can't be done.

Isn't it just about providing blood regularly? It's easy to be painless. Augustine lowered her head and stared at her left arm engraved with heralds. There was a golden light flowing in the veins. Because when he was a child, he was a left-handed man. At that time, the magical low-powered man who was imprisoned by the Mobius ring as a nuclear weight did not have a pious desire to take a few more steps on the road of magic. He just wanted to live a few more years. Many small habits were forced to develop, such as books.

The habit of using the most inconspicuous reed leaves. The apprenticeship in childhood was a history of blood and tears. Augustine lay on the floor and began to calculate the most realistic reward: the thickness of life made up by the soul, which was also the original intention of starting the winter crown. On the sob plain of the Muse Continent, the burning of life by the shaman using the soul as a medium, the chopping of the orc sword saint, the transmission of the awkward pulse points, the gullies of life were sewn, not only filled, but also like

A mountain rose up from the ground, leaving the imagined narrowing of the hourglass hole, as if it had completely replaced a larger capacity hole but smaller firm hourglass. This feeling was filled with unreal satisfaction. It was stronger than the release of nuclear weights brought by the Saint Urban Saint. The timid Augustine wanted to go to the ancestor worship temple to demolish the house. Augustine raised her arm, clenched her fists, and said, "I'm back alive."

Augustine stood up, walked to the corner of the room and put on her clothes. Subconsciously touched the heart that began to be beating abnormally. It was almost the "dormant" frequency of the Holy Coffin Knight. The rules followed in the winter crown are very strange. It is not based on the greatest equality of this plane. It is like throwing hexahedral dice with an unknown gambler. Augustine's dice is only one, three, five, while the other party is two, four, and six. Augustine threw twice, symbolizing the double sacrifice. The latter who holds the initiative only threw once, which means reward. Augustine guessed it. He probably threw two threes and lost a six-level. It was the gift of Saint Urban that he forced the balance of fate to maintain a tough attitude. But this kind of luck, even if he didn't press it.

According to Miss Russell's so-called law of opportunity compensation, there will be no more. Augustine put on her clothes, pushed open the door, and saw the little queen sitting against the wall in the corridor, with a tragic sparrow rabbit doll under her butt. She was reading and finally saw the first page of "Flowers and Blood". This was a regretful last page for her reading upside down. The loli butler jumped up and circled around him for a few times. She was not fat or thin, nor was she covered in blood. The first sentence was full of resentment from the little lady: "Augustin, you said you would transition the Ice Ode Eagle Emblem to me. When will we dig hammers in the Thunder Temple on the Wasteland? It has been two years since you were waiting for you! I even had the shovel ready!"

Augustine pretended to be stupid: "Sorry, the offering of the Winter Crown is part of my memory. I forgot to tell you that you are going to explore the Temple of Thunder."

He personally created the family to form the Gujima Dynasty and then personally led the dynasty to decline and screamed: "You can forget such an important thing?!"

Augustine explained: "The more important the memory is, the more likely it is to be used as a sacrifice."

Miss Elizabeth gritted her teeth and gnawed at "Flowers and Blood". Augustine smiled and said, "I'm lying to you, I'll take a shovel and dig in a few years."

The two walked in a corridor full of dead branches of ancient trees of life, one questioned and one answered.

"How many years can you live now?"

"A normal state can live to the age of Saint Gerome."

"Then can you beat that old arcane now?"

"Of course I can't beat it. And why did I fight with my godfather's teacher?"

"Oh. In other words, you can't beat the black sheep now. I want to finish digging the hammer and carry it on with you to trouble him."

"Please say it again."

"Ah? I mean, after digging the hammer, I will go back to the poem "Castle"! Immediately, immediately, quickly!"

“…”

"Is that Holy Coffin Knight? Is the Creed-level Assassin?"

"No, but it's no longer a luxury. There are certain possibilities at present. It seems that it was wise to give up the pinnacle of these professions and choose to practice it in full. Conservatively estimated that the Holy Coffin Knight and the Creed Assassin can only achieve one at most."

"It's great, I'm almost keeping up with my current footsteps. Then what did you see in this trip to hell? The highest level of the fallen angel? Did the long-tailed Pluto see it? Did the pregnant Titan giant in the cage see it? The father of the master of the hammer, the great god Odin?"

"If I want to witness these faces, I will have a one-tenth chance unless I sacrifice my soul and life, and be favored by the goddess of fate, and personally guided by the existence similar to Saint Urban."

"Then what did you see?"

"Maybe it was because my grandfather's last staff authorization had some impact. I saw the War Maid in the God of Saint O'O. Adding the half Nibelon heart and an ancient red dragon, its forehead seemed to be embedded with the eyes that Odin took the initiative to cut out back then. This is just my guess and has no basis. These two mirrors seem to have no substantial significance. Unless I can find the cemetery bones of the War Maid, as for the dragon, I think it's better not to disturb its sleep. As for the last clean mirror, it's more realistic. Before you dig a hammer, you can go to Lake Fermat in the Kamiao Empire, but it is the largest inland lake. The treasure at the bottom of the lake is the Shrine of Saint Nukis. The masterpiece of human smelting that pierces countless dragons' hearts before "Moses's Commandment". In the mirror, this gun is inserted into a corpse of an ancient sage, and I don't know the identity."

"Is the war waitress big on her chest?"

“Large.”

"Then forget about this meaningless mirror. I am not interested in the Sir Nukis Gun, and it is too incompatible with the identity of the lady of the celebrity."

"Will it fit to carry a Thor's hammer that is about the same height as you?"

“Not fit?!”

"Okay, it fits well."

"You're lying."

"I'm very sincere."

"It sounds like you still don't want to dig a hammer for me."

"Miss, don't forget that the more than 20 copper plates you bought from the shovel were taken from my pocket!"

"If you don't talk about this, Augustine, you are a rich man now, and you have to show the rich man's mind. Let's talk about why you ended your wonderful trip in two years. It's only two years. I thought you would take at least ten years. Oh, I know, it's because of her. You are so generous. For her, even Nibelon's heart is unwilling to bring this sacrifice, but I remember even a few copper coins so clearly to me!"

"It's twenty-four copper plates."

"I'll bite you?"

"Then I will definitely kick you."

"Then bring me when you go to Juan County."

"Okay, the premise is that you return the copper coins to me."

Fighting and making a fuss, Augustine returned to the study. After bargaining, the loli housekeeper shrunk half of the twenty-four copper plates. He happily returned to the honey bed, preparing to go to the watchman headquarters with this miser. He accidentally saw the last page of the second volume of "Flowers and Blood". It was a sad thing, but Augustine came back and the little queen became in a good mood. Augustine painted the image of the red dragon in the study, and wanted to get it.

Let Ulisse see if there are any valuable clues. The magician is a natural copyist. Compared with the brilliant genius painters in the history of painting, his sketching skills are not inferior, but the only difference is imagination. However, there is no shortage of great painters among the magicians. There is a family of strange magicians. In this generation, there is a magician painter who can make countless noble ladies willing to take off their clothes and be depicted. It is said that this is lonely

To the magician who refused to enter the Mayan temple, his paintings could delay the passage of youth. Augustine certainly had doubts about this legend, but did not deny that the reason why magic was powerful enough to rise to the height of equality with theology and higher than philosophy was that this maze with almost no exports contained an immeasurable treasure. The magical writing movement in the battle for dominance with the dragons that created the most primitive fourth house of magic, which was the masterpiece of the masterpiece.

The glorious masterpiece still tells future generations in the calmest tone: This is the end of the book, but the beginning of your path. Augustine had just not yet drawn the last dark eyeball of the red dragon, so she stopped the crow pen that was most suitable for meticulous painting. Uliser slowly walked into the study, looking at the long-lost chessboard opponent, half-squinted his eyes, and did not take the initiative to speak. Instead, Augustine took the lead in handing out the semi-finished drawing and asked, "Here I see this dragon."

Ulisse took the papyrus and thought for a moment, and said hoarsely: "You drew one less eye. The eyes originally belonged to a certain Saint Ou god, meaning darkness. The dragon clan was originally a servant of Mount Olympia, the most direct enemy of the Saint Ou god's war maid. Most of the surviving dragons did not get what they deserve, but this Saint Jungfinnish Red Dragon is an exception. It got its own spoils, but was framed by the cunning Olympian gods, and became the guard of the dark city. If the hell's damn sacred dog Elbega is the gatekeeper of the underworld, Jungfinnish is the dungeon. In the plane where our gods either fall or leave, it is one of the few powerful beings that can truly contact. Augustine, your long journey is a dialogue with the Red Dragon?"

Augustine did not answer the question, took back the drawings, and said, "I'm glad I didn't hear too much negative news from Elizabeth."

The one-eyed strong man smiled frankly: "If you come back later, I can't promise."

Augustine thought about it and gave the drawings directly to the deputy chief of order.

Is it a peaceful meeting?

Ulisse walked out of the study with the image of the red dragon, looked down at his hand that was trembling with increasing amplitude, and sighed: "Sad, the game is so fast unbalanced? If I had known it, I would not be attracted to playing chess and stay in the poem and song. Life will be difficult in the future. The opponent is already a perfect combination of the young version of the old man and the sacred spear."

After self-deprecating, the one-eyed dragon smiled, "Turing, if you were visiting poetry and songs now, can you still leave? He now has a breath of abyss that makes people feel desperate, mixed with too much irritability and chaos, so he can suppress it. If it were me, he would have wanted to destroy this world long ago."

The man who likes to plant red roses walked on the way to the Garden of Eden and continued to murmur to himself: "The vitality of the purple flower is really not as strong as it is. He is such a monarch with infinite growth. Even I have to praise you, Augustine."

On that day, a golden scale badge carriage drove out of Black Swan Lake and headed to the border of Juan County.

Behind him are a group of undead knights shrouded in large black robes.
Chapter completed!