The entrance is just below the village hall, leading to the elves' ritual ritual ground. Melfina told them that there is usually a holy well below, which is a place where the elves use to perform sacred rituals.
A dead white oak tree stood on the ground there, and the surface of the big tree had long been crystallized and covered with cracks. The two unicorn girls, Airoya and Merrell, showed unacceptable expressions when they saw this scene.
It was not that everyone had never seen the gray area, but they still couldn't accept that the holy tree representing Aimeya could not be spared in this disaster.
A seal blocked the entrance underground, and the elves sealed the place with unique techniques. It was a glowing wall.
Melfina walked forward and tapped the wall with her hands. The soft light on the wall seemed to sense her bloodline, quietly retreating and giving way.
"This is indeed the work of the Holy Woods," said Melfina, looking at the dissipated wall of light, "This is not alchemy, but inherited from ancient times and belonging to the elves-"
Her words came to an abrupt end.
The elf princess's eyes fell deep in the black hole - at the moment she opened her mouth, she noticed something - this seal was actually aimed at the inside, not the outside.
"careful--"
She wanted to remind others. But a little late, the magic sword in the chest's arms showed the alarm wildly, and Gwendes was trembling violently, as if he had broken free from the scabbard.
The young man pressed the sword with one hand and wanted to express something, but a huge force had already lifted him out. And behind him, Fang Zhu had already realized that it was not good at the beginning of this.
In fact, the moment the light wall faded, an indescribable sense of crisis had already arisen in his heart. The feeling was like an invisible hand holding his heart, and the heavy drumbeat fell on his heart, causing his heart to pound.
Although the blessing of darkness had long disappeared with the extinction of the sea of ​​light, the instinctive reaction of the body still existed. He experienced similar crises more than once, and the last time he traced back to the time when the mistress of the storm, Naga God Narsuyan, the sense of crisis in his heart was also crazy to warn him at that time.
But every time before this, the intense feeling was not as good as this time. Fang Yu saw everyone motionless, as if he had seen something indescribable.
The box was lifted away by a huge force and hit Luo Hao, Luo Yu and others behind him. The elf princess was still struggling to support her, but her knees were half kneeling on the ground.
Others who were not affected seemed to have not felt this scene. They looked straight in that direction like puppets.
As if he saw the world collapse and time came to an end, Fang Yu tried to make everyone react, but he found that he could not make any sound, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.
The nightmare was endless reincarnation, dragging him into a deeper world, the real world was disillusioned in his eyes. He looked back and saw that all his companions were swallowed into a surging grey mist.
The gray mist swept from all directions, leaving only the small area where he stood. Looking up at the sky, the sky was also dark, and from time to time a flash of lightning that lasted thousands of miles from the void was flashing through the void.
The hall disappeared, the dead holy tree disappeared, and even the entrance disappeared. He was standing on a dry and cracked land, surrounded by gray mist, which looked a little dark due to the lack of light.
The only light is the light that flashes from time to time in the sky. The light is like flowing blood, and it is bloody red, giving the whole earth the same color.
Seeing this strange scene, Fang Yu calmed down instead. He tried to sink into the world of his heart to contact Miss Tata, but found that he could not contact her.
Miss Tata can be said to be hosted in the same soul as him, and the relationship between the two is closer than that of ordinary dragon knights, and the distance cannot block them unless there are other factors.
That is, this is an illusion, a dream, everything he saw in his dream, so he was unable to communicate with the fairy lady.
Nini is not here either.
Only this explanation can explain all this. How could he suddenly appear in this place in the corridor below the elf village?
He did not feel that he was being teleported, and there was no teleportation technique that could teleport people to such a distance. This place did not look like the hill of giant trees, and it might not even be in Aitalia.
After confirming his situation, although he was a little surprised that he had clearly seen through the hallucinations, why hadn't he woke up from this nightmare world yet, Fang Yu tried to walk forward.
Since the traditional way cannot break this illusion, he must try other methods. Staying there is no use, so he wants to see what exactly drags himself into this nightmare.
What is the other party’s intention?
Fang Zhu took a step forward, and the feeling of falling on the ground was particularly real. The surface of the land seemed to be cracked and completely vitrified, just like the scene they saw everywhere in the gray area. When the footsteps stepped on it, it made a cracking sound like sand, rustling.
But there is no forest here, and there is nothing crystallized. Only dead fog is left on the wilderness. Red clouds surging in the sky, and a lightning flashes from time to time, but the fog is still motionless.
There are some mountains in the distance, but they are very strange, as if they are rising from the plain, forming independent peaks. But when the lightning comes, the huge rocks also emit a strange luster.
Apart from the roar of lightning, the whole world seemed to be silent, with no sound of wind roaring, only the cracking sounds left under his feet from time to time, which made it extremely uncomfortable.
Fang Yu remembered that he seemed to have seen similar scenes somewhere.
No, not one place, but two places.
First of all, it looks like the destruction of Shadowman. The stars in the whole world seem to have been extinguished. After the starlight dimmed, there is only an endless void left.
But the two are not exactly the same. First of all, they have similar sky and completely different earths, and this ashed world and ashed fog reminded him of something else.
Before the Seven Seas Brigade headed to the Hill of Giant Trees, he encountered a strange fog in Saint Huoan, and the fog spread out was exactly the same as here.
Are there any bugs here?
Fang Yu couldn't help but think.
There was actually a stranded giant ship in the fog. Unfortunately, they were busy dealing with insect pests and didn't have time to board the giant ship to find out.
Just as he was thinking so, he suddenly found something appeared in front of him - it looked like a small mound, or like a man kneeling on the ground with his back hunched over.
But when he got closer, he realized that it was an elf. The other party was wearing the armor of the Son of Light, and the patterns on it were somewhat similar to those of Melfina.
Fang Yu was surprised, and when he walked over and took a look, he breathed a sigh of relief. The other party was not the elf princess, but an elf male, but his withered appearance could no longer see his original appearance.
This man looked like a member of the Imperial Guard of the Rays, because Fang Zhu had already recognized the elves' double-headed sword that fell beside him, and only the Templars of Wang Ting would use such a weapon.
How could there be a saint-white descendant here?
Even though he knew that he was in an illusion, Fang Yu couldn't help but ask questions. He had never contacted the elf guards of the Yaoguang King's Court, and his understanding of them came entirely from books.
Not to mention a specific person.
So who would this person be?
He continued to walk forward with such questions, but soon there was no need to ask such questions, because he saw small mounds appearing on the horizon.
And those "mounds" are actually such a person below each, not only elves, but also humans and Paparals.
Fang Yu gradually realized that he was heading towards the center of a battlefield, and everything he saw was the one who died in battle on this battlefield.
Then he suddenly stopped.
He saw layers of corpses, including those who led the Son of Light, those who watched the Silver Wind, and some of them were even obviously seen as the Saint Selected, but no light representing the starlight appeared on those corpses.
Above the high wall where the corpses were piled up, Fang Zhu saw a man--to be precise, a lion's corpse, wearing heavy Templar armor, and holding a half-broken sword in its wide and thick claws.
Fang Zhu recognized the big sword at a glance, and the mane that fell on the hilt of blood and was like a flame. The big cat man was closed with one eye and the other opened angrily, as if it was still maintaining the scene of his life - the familiar gray-brown scar that ran across one of its eyes seemed a little distorted because of its hideousness.
Dragon Sword Annihilates the enemy.
Fang Yu clenched his fists and tried his best to restrain his emotions, because he was afraid that this was what the master of the illusion wanted to show himself - to arouse his anger.
But the other party did succeed in angering him. No matter who the other party was, cults, followers of shadow men, or something else, he always wanted to let those people know that some jokes were unsuccessful.
But the anger was actually just the comfort of Fang Rong himself in his heart, because he realized his indefinite fear - he had to tell himself that all this was false, just an illusion.
But Fang Yu suddenly realized that he had never thought about the end of this world one day. If the next round of disaster stars is really uncontrollable, will everything in front of him turn into reality?
He looked at the body silently and walked forward over it.
Then he saw more familiar faces.
There are Princess Melfina, Arthana, and those who have been with him day and night, from Kaurin-Ishurien, and even Oshu.
But strangely, there was no one in the Seven Seas Brigade.
Even Silmide wasn't among them.
"What's going on?"
Fang Rong was full of doubts. He knew that this was just an illusion, but would the illusion still care about the strongest thoughts in his heart? But since that is the case, why did Mr. Red be in it?
The scene ahead was becoming more and more tragic, and layers of corpses gradually stacked into a mountain. He even had no choice but to walk towards the top of the mountain.
But halfway through, a man called him, "Stop, young man."
Fang Yu was slightly stunned. When he looked back, he realized that the other party was actually an elf with the same characteristics as the Saint Whites. He was just very old, like an octogenarian.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to see traces of time left by this long-lived race, but this elf is obviously an exception.
His hair and beard were all white, and he was wearing a gray-brown robe, which was covered with rags and patches, like a monk.
The old man hunched over and used a broken spear as a cane to hold it on the ground, holding a book in his other hand, looking down at him from a high place.
Fang Yu did not see the words written in the book clearly, and could only look at the other person from afar with some vigilance. There was one more person in this strange illusion, and it was not right for him to think about the other person.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," the old elf shook his head, "but you can't move forward any more, young man."
"Why?" Fang Yu asked.
"I will tell you slowly, but it will become unsafe here in a while," replied the old man. "Follow me first, I'll take you to a safe place."
After saying that, the other party supported his cane and turned around and walked backwards.
Although Fang Rong was a little worried, he could not find a second person to ask in this strange illusion. He hesitated for a moment and had to follow him.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! One in front of the two, the old man walked slowly, but Fang Zhu found that he could not catch up with each other no matter what. There was always a distance between them that seemed to never change.
After walking on the mountain full of corpses for a long time, a small house appeared in front of him. The small house seemed to be piled up with bones, which made Fang Zhu feel creepy.
But the old man seemed to have been accustomed to it. In this world full of death, you can't find any other materials except bones.
He pushed open the door, then turned around and signaled Fang Yu to enter.
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, convinced himself that all this was just his own illusion, and then pushed the door inside. But after entering the door, the scenery behind the door was very normal.
The table, chair, desk, bookshelves piled up with scriptures, and a bed. If it weren't for the golden red lightning passing through the clouds outside the window, and the layers of corpses, Fang Yu almost thought he had really entered an elf study.
"Who are you?" Fang Yun certainly didn't think these were real. The more ordinary the room was, the stronger the contrast in his heart was. "What is your relationship with this illusion?"
But the old man did not answer, but slowly placed the big book in his hand beside the bookshelf, then took out two cups and brewed two cups of tea.
Put a cup in front of him and a cup in front of Fang Zhu, and then slowly sit down opposite Fang Zhu. He raised his head and looked at Fang Zhu through the curling white smoke:
"Illusion?" the old man shook his head, "If everything is not stopped, everything that is happening right now is reality."
Fang Yu frowned, "You mean, is this a prophecy?"
A prophecy about the future?
Thinking of the ash disaster that is happening on the hill of giant trees and the third disaster star that is about to come, then everything you see now may indeed be a foresight of the future.
He couldn't help asking, "So what's this?"
"This is the autumn woodland, don't you recognize it, young man," replied the old man, "at least it was. Have you seen those surging mountains, those are the roots of the holy trees-of course, there are no holy trees at the moment."
Fang Zhu was slightly stunned.
Only then did he recognize the peaks, and he was extremely shocked - no wonder he felt familiar just now - this is the autumn forest, under the holy tree.
It has become like this, so the elf king's court will naturally disappear, so what will happen to the giant tree hill?
I'm afraid Ravenel, Silver Wind Harbor, and Sanshak no longer exist, not just the hill of giant trees, but the entire Aitalia.
He was silent for a while before asking again: "This is a prophecy about when, and when will it happen?"
Fang Zhu is not afraid of prophecy.
Ms. Roman told him that there are many kinds of fate, and that there is a peek about the future that people see, but it doesn't necessarily happen.
"I don't know when this is," the old man picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, shook his head and replied, "Maybe there is no end in this nightmare, yesterday, today and even tomorrow are the same."
"Then how should I get out of this place?"
"I don't know," the old man smiled, still shook his head. "I never considered going out because I don't want to experience it again. I'm here, just studying the sun."
"sun?"
"Yes, it's there." The old man said, looking out the window - as if there was something really in the clouds there.
But the empty eyes were pitch black, just like a reflection of an abyss, and occasionally the red light flashing in the clouds was reflected.
Fang Yu followed the other party's eyes and realized that the dark sky seemed to have something different. It was a sun, a black sun that was completely dark and did not emit any light.
It was like a black hole without accretion disk, which was completely impossible for the naked eye to see. But the endless ether was rushing in that direction, as if it was the last energy of this dying world, and outlining the outline of the disaster star.
"What is that?"
The uneasiness in Fang Rong's heart surged up again. He couldn't say when he had seen a similar scene - it must have never been, but he always felt that that scene was not unfamiliar to him.
He asked tentatively: "Fare Star?"
"No," the old man shook his head, "that's the sun, the young man. The great Lord of Lights, the King of Kings, was there after the final battle."
"It is the last witness of this world, and will be its destroyer, from the beginning of time to the end of time, the last dark people born."
Fang Yu heard a giggling sound, and then realized that his teeth were trembling unconsciously. He finally realized what it was-
That is Ouli, the sun god, who looks like after he fell into darkness.
That's the end of a world.
He finally couldn't sit still anymore. Even if it was just a illusion, the future was too suffocating, even more desperate than the end of the starry sky he had seen in Friston.
"Old man," Fang Rong couldn't help asking, "What did you want me to come to this place?"
"You are wrong, young man," sighed the old man, "it was not that I asked you to come here, but that you should belong here, and I felt something familiar from you."
He looked at Fang Yu, "Do you think this is what this world looks like in the future?"
The elderly elves shook their heads again, "No, this is not the future, but the past. It has happened long ago, before our history."
Fang Yu didn't understand.
But the old man said, "Young man, have you heard the story of the seven thrones?"
Fang Zhu nodded.
"The Cinsas Snake Man pursues a black star and recognizes it as his fate star. The fate star sends envoys, one black and one white."
“That’s the first generation.”
That was the first generation.
Fang Ling suddenly understood what that was the first generation.
It is them, the chosen ones.
Chapter completed!