It was like a stone plunging into the water, causing ripples in the sea of ​​light.
Selinya's silver hair was automatically in the void without wind, and a relieved smile suddenly cracked on her face, and the girl's spirit bowed slightly and bowed to Fang Zhu, as if she had farewell to the past.
She, Merell, Elorya and Fone, walked together on the stone road of Silver Wind Harbor, and extended a helping hand to the affected people. The memory was like a string of silver ringtones, falling into the darkness, gradually blurring and gradually fading away.
The youngest spirit body let out a nightingale-like scream. Her body suddenly turned into a meteor. The meteor's body was the branches of the disaster tree, crashing into the north sky - the roots of the holy tree. Below the roots, the insect king Karsak was bound by the wings of revenge that had spread seven thousand years ago to the present. It roared anger, waving its claws in vain, but could not cut off the flowing shadows.
One of the seven pyramids is emitting endless glow.
In the abyss, countless insects fell from the roots of the holy tree, spread their wings and flew towards the glowing pyramid in the darkness.
Sochitel held the demise of all the days, and the phantom of Tonamiki's Holy Staff, watching this scene silently. The shadow of the snakeman prophet was imprinted on the ground, like a flowing river.
The dark river reflects a world that has long passed away. It sees that world and the young man who has inherited his mantle.
The cold-blooded snake man's face reflected a hint of relief at that moment. The young man also held the holy staff of the death of the day, bound their enemies.
“Zlaur’iir zhaan-kthul n’au-essath.” (The time flows through reflects the shadow of destiny)
"What promises with life, betrayal with life, must be repaid with life."
The revenge that lasted for ten thousand years.
Every shadow binds every limb of the King of All Insects, causing it to sink into the quagmire. The more violent it struggles, the more it sinks into the bottomless abyss.
Karsak raised his head, as if on his broken face, his mouth opened slightly, and the shadow of the young man was reflected in the twelve pairs of compound eyes.
And from behind that heavy shadow, it finally saw its true opponent clearly—
It is the Lord of Staff, the Lord of the Death of the Day, the Owner of the Throne of Destiny (Destruction). The kingdom that the brilliance of the Throne once shined was the people of the Sun, but later fell into darkness...
It was the rebuilder of the dynasty and the monarch of the December Empire - Sochitel Tonamiki.
The Emperor of Destiny.
The prophet of the snake man stretched out his index finger, and his shadow flowed out from under his fingertips. It originated from a world and connected many worlds.
The insects in the sky were unable to get close to the scorching light, and the holy fire burned Karsak's descendants in reality to ashes, turning into a heavy rain.
The throne of destiny (destruction) is gathering again in the star map.
In the white woods, the dragon queen Alaisha was looking up at the western sky. The afterglow of the sunset reflected the night sky brightened and showed a deep blue.
Twelve stars descended in the horizon, and astrology in many places observed this shocking scene.
The craze of gray matter was coming, but he didn't dare to approach her, just like water flowing apart on a reef, flowing around her.
In the world of the sea of ​​light, grey branches are sweeping towards the insect king Karsak. They are born as dark minions, but now they turn into flames of revenge.
Fate is like a wonderful joke. The oath made by the girls in the past under the holy tree is now becoming a reality in another way.
But Karsak didn't think this joke was funny at all, as if the woman in charge of fate was still mocking her.
Her body turned into pieces, and the divine fire was split into pieces, becoming part of her own nutrients. But the girl set a trap in the future, and the silk thread of destiny wrapped around it and stepped into it step by step.
It's like a kind of ruthless fool.
The King of the Insects screamed in anger, but he still could not break free from the shadows. He could only allow the gray thorns to wrap around his body, as if they were born as part of the holy tree.
However, its descendants finally launched an attack on Fang Zhu and his group. The sea of ​​insects swept across the sky, and the human-shaped monsters were the first to be affected.
But Fang Yu looked at this scene silently, and the green gems in his hand made a clear sound, and thousands of cracks suddenly crawled across the space behind him-
He stretched out his right hand and watched the starlight form his bloodline, branches, flesh and skin, gathering into soft fabrics, metal rivets, wrapped layer by layer on his hands, putting circles of rings, and finally forming a magic glove.
He opened his five fingers, and the cracked space exploded behind him. Lancers were ramming out from there, and they spread their green light feathers and flew forward.
Light forms their torso, is drawing a frame, embeds the crystals in it, draws each gear and each screw, and finally gathers into a shell, lit up the video crystal, emitting a scarlet light.
They held spears in their hands and crashed into the insect swarm like raindrops. Each mecha and each spear pierced more than one monster insect.
Fang Zhu put his five fingers together, looked at the falling insects through the gap between his fingers, and a command was stimulated from his magic furnace.
The blue stream of light overflowed from the core crystal of the Lancer, twisting through the precise parts, and finally poured into a gray gem.
The fourteen layers of copper rings bound to the gems began to rotate relative to each other, and finally each was fixed at a certain point, like some kind of ancient countdown device.
When they turned back to the origin, the gem made a light click, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, and violent bright light surged out from it.
The light flow swallowed everything in an instant.
It was like a thousand suns rose on the battlefield at the same time, and the dazzling light even made Silmide unable to help but close his eyes.
The sun's storm rages in the space, causing the insects to be torn into the storm, and the fragments of their limbs fell like raindrops.
But everything was not over. After a thousand lancers disappeared, dense spots of light appeared behind Fang Yu again.
This is the world of ether, the world of information, the world of starlight, and the laws of the material world are no longer applicable here, but the power of will has been strengthened thousands of times.
Miss Tata has defeated Descartes, the blind god, in this world.
Now, Fang Yu finally mastered the same essence.
That is the method of creation.
Karsak obviously also realized the problem - it was a new god, but its master, the Soul-Devouring Lord Amatus, fought with Quvenlar in the Battle of Darkness.
They are too familiar with the elves' methods.
The king of insects let out a low roar again.
A strange insect stood out from the swarm, and its speed was extremely fast, like a silver thread shuttled through the swarm. It approached Fang Zhu and his group in almost a few breaths.
But before it could change its direction, a white light intertwined with it, and the pure white knight held a sharp blade and divided it into two.
The White Knight turned around, and a ball of flame reflected in its emerald-like pupils. The flame was rising higher and higher, spreading out from all over the Dragon Knight, forming a cloak of flames.
The monster insect seemed to be moving forward by inertia, but the upper and lower bodies were already separated and flew away in the process of moving forward.
The agile girl was wearing a long hair of flames, sitting on the shoulders of the mecha with her legs, shook her tail, and looked at the scene with a proud look on her face.
The girl's actions obviously angered Karsak, and more monsters flew over in this direction.
Fang Yu was about to call Nini back. Although she became a battle form she had seen before after she got on the White Knight, it made him a little strange.
But now is obviously not the time to dig deep into this. But before he could speak, he grabbed him from behind with one hand and dragged him backwards.
The wolf girl held the square pluck's collar in one hand, took a step forward, and waved her right hand gently - a bottomless dimensional crack appeared in front of everyone.
The open crack seemed to appear in the sky, and it descended on the battlefield, dividing the entire battlefield into two.
The swarm of insects that had no time to react hit the top and disappeared without a trace.
"Don't get entangled with it."
Miya looked at the direction of the roots of the holy tree and spoke. She could feel that the divine fire was not far away. Not long ago, when the gray disaster became violent, the breath began to become clear.
Fang Yu also felt that breath vaguely. He nodded. Karsak was entangled, and it was indeed the best opportunity now. Their purpose was to find the divine fire, rather than entanglement with this monster.
Now Mia stopped the other party's descendants, and it was the time for them to escape.
"He is above," the wolf girl was very serious, "I will stay, you go to that place."
Fang Yu did not refute it. It was not a time to waste time saying this now.
He looked in the direction where the roots of the holy tree were hanging down. It seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. This was just a projection of the giant tree Teraka in the sea of ​​light, and that layer of fog was actually the fate of shrouding on the branches of the white tree.
That was Elaine's last move.
The mystery of fate.
Miya's eyes fell on him and Silmide, nodding to them gently, and then pushed them hard.
Although that direction was clearly above the three, Fang Zhu felt that he and Silmide were falling, and they were getting farther and farther away from the direction where the wolf girl was.
Miya glanced at them for the last time before turning around.
Dimensional rifts are closing.
But the swarm of insects that covered the sky and the sun were nothing to her.
Until Fang Zhu felt himself falling into a fog, the light around him quickly dimmed, and then his hands gently held him and Silvede.
It was a pair of slender arms belonging to the girl, but countless pieces were leaving her fingertips like collapsed sand.
Fang Yu turned around and saw the broken face of the elf girl, showing a gentle smile to them: "Mr. Ed, I'll take you to that place."
They are already the souls of the holy tree.
Branches of the holy tree.
At this moment, only they can lead people through the fog left by fate and find the future that is covered on a certain branch.
That is where the fire falls when the demise is about to die, and the owner of the divine flame has long passed away, leaving them to burn quietly in that place.
But Fang Yu felt that he was getting deeper and deeper in the darkness, and his consciousness became weaker and weaker, as if he was trapped in a peaceful dream.
Linseya's sense of presence is becoming thinner and thinner, and the body and concepts that make up her seem to be gradually falling apart, like candlelight in the wind.
When the feathers separated, the fragments passed away like flowing sand, leaving only the last love of the elf girl, and a ray of fragrant soul:
"Mr. Ed, please find our way forward for us."
"Bleach all our grievances."
“Realize our long-cherished wish.”
The sound in the wind is like gravel that drifts away.
Fang Yu also woke up from the long dream. He looked around and immediately felt that he was in a garden.
A elves' courtyard—only elves will use such a slender and exquisite style, hollowed-out white columns, and their favorite purple companion star flowers.
The curved vines are like a green dream, and the violet buds hang down from the branches, forming stars in the sky. When Fang Zhu saw the statue deep in the courtyard, he realized that this was the Hall of the Holy Kings—
Many years ago, the Holy Hall of the previous kings. Alsana told them that there was once a fountain there, but it was later destroyed in a disaster. The elves rebuilt the place and became what they are today.
Fang Zhu was looking at the quaint fountain. The stone platform made of grey stone was covered with moss, and the spring water flowed out. The leaves of the water lily refracted a purple-red luster in the afternoon sun.
In an incident two hundred years ago, this fountain became the history in the memory of the Saint Bai family. Then he heard a deep voice of conversation coming from the direction of the garden, as if two people were whispering.
A rustling sound came from behind him. Fang Zhu turned around and looked in that direction. He happened to see the ship's servant walking out from behind a bush of golden chestnut trees. He looked at him unexpectedly.
Silweid was wearing elf costumes, and the sunlight fell on her chest, dazzling whiteness, with a moon-shaped silver jewelry hanging there.
The long golden hair hangs down like a waterfall, and the sharp elf ears are exposed on the temples of the ears. Even in the form of an elf, the noble daughters also look beautiful.
The moment they saw each other, both of them immediately understood the current situation-
The Great Saint told them that the root of the disaster came from a mistake two hundred years ago, which forced the apoptosis woman to sacrifice herself.
Even if they recovered the divine fire, they still had to solve all this, otherwise it would still be an irreversible disaster for the holy tree Teraka.
Elaine, the goddess of fate, exhausted her power to weave the timelines of the present and the future at that moment, and weaved this fate into it.
And what they saw at this moment must be everything that happened in the past.
Because fate has been obscured, they must understand what happened at that time here in order to find a solution to all problems.
“But can we really do it?”
Miss Nightingale asked.
The Great Saint's answer is simple: "He is the one chosen by the saints."
But no matter whether they were selected or not, they must have this job for Miss Aitela. Since they have arrived here, they can only continue to move forward.
Fang Zhu and Silvede looked at each other, and then they walked towards the place where the voices came from in the garden. After a while, they finally heard the voice clearly:
“You have to gain his trust, and if that plan is implemented, we have to make sure that the person who is selected is ours.”
"I understand, Mr. Speaker."
The answer is a woman's voice, which looks a little gentle.
What Fang Yu didn't expect was that after hearing this, he saw a pale elf man walking out of the courtyard and having a close encounter with him and Silweid.
He was startled and was about to find a reason to evade his identity, or immediately grab Silmide and turn around and run away. But unexpectedly, the elf man didn't seem surprised to see them, but his eyes fell on Silmide for a moment before crossing them and walking out of the courtyard.
Fang Yu was confused when he saw an elf girl walking out of the courtyard. The moment he saw the girl's somewhat sad face, he recognized the other party's identity:
Queldra Greenhill Stars.
She should be considered Miss Aitela's aunt, but her blood relationship is not that close. The other party was born in a side branch of the Green Hill family that belonged to Silver Wind Harbor.
She was one of the three dragon knights of the Elves' Court of that era, but since the disaster two hundred years ago, there were only two dragon knights left in the Elves' Noble Council.
Queldrara died in this disaster. In a sense, she was also the master of the great saint, Miss Tata's mother.
Fang Yu didn't expect that he would meet the other person like this, and he didn't expect that this Dragon Knight lady was so young, looking as big as Princess Alsana, and even a little childish.
The two even had some similarities, both of which had the idealist temperament, but the Elf Princess was obviously much more determined.
And the lady in front of her seemed to be in trouble.
It is really hard for Fang Ling to imagine that this girl who seems to be a little dilemma would be one of the three people in history who presided over this plan.
However, before he and Silvide could speak, Queldra saw the two of them and walked up to them and took the initiative to say to them: "Don't worry, Mr. Speaker has a good temper on weekdays, but he just... is a little anxious..."
Fang Yu was stunned, and then realized who the elf man he had left before was. He was the deputy speaker of Linnorir Parliament - the former deputy speaker, the Lord of the Mountain of Sangshak, and the father of the Minister of Disaster Investigation.
His face became a little weird - Queldra Greenhill Stars, the elf dragon knight had a private connection with Linnorel Council.
The Great Saint and Princess Melfina never told him this.
However, Queldra did not seem to be planning to hide it from them, but looked at Silvede on the side: "...Although the council has its own purpose, Issier, you are the most suitable candidate for being a tree guard. You don't have to have any worries, just have a clear conscience. After all, this is a good ending for everyone..."
"As for the others," she paused and hesitated, "I will take it for you."
The girl showed a gentle expression and looked at the two of them: "By the way, you haven't had a meal yet? I will continue to ask them to prepare something for you, including your favorite honey dew wine and the fruits from the morning breeze."
Fang Yu was slightly stunned for a moment, but it did not show up in his expression. Who is Isil? What identities are he and Silweid playing in this dream?
Chapter completed!